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Operation Orient. [MT/SEMI-OPEN/ATTN VARATHRON]

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Operation Orient. [MT/SEMI-OPEN/ATTN VARATHRON]

Postby United World Order » Fri Feb 10, 2012 8:51 pm

Unitedian Western Borders
Febuary 10th, 2012
OPERATION ORIENT


The rumble of engines fill the day sky as Panzer-10 tanks roll past the Unitedian Western Border line entering the unknown. The Panzer 10 tanks were followed by Boxer APCs, IFVs and MRFVs which had infantry aboard as usual. All along the Unitedian Western Border Unitedian Infantry and armor were pouring into the unknown west posed to grab as much land for themselves as possible under orders of the Generals staff who issued OPERATION ORIENT which would call for immediate military intervention or conquest. Hundreds of thousands of soldiers were required for this and were on there way west to stake claim to whatever was out there. The western frontier was wilderness mostly but not enough to stop the Panzer-10s from rolling through the landscape along with other armored and infantry support. Combat drones flew the skies unchallenged as they gathered intellegence for the ground forces on the move. Three battlegroups were called for action for this to happen which was numbered to be atleast 1,000,000 men total involved in the conquest for the western frontier.

The wilderness was no match for the steamrolling Unitedian Armor units as they blew trees away and cleared out natives who were learned to be in the western frontier and were mostly uneducated people who live in tents and believed in nature and mostly were no match for the Unitedian armed forces. The three battle groups would make a pincer movement and consume atleast 100 or 200 miles of wilderness and after the pincermovement was successfull the troops would clean out the vermin or natives to be exact. The Unitedian Airforce was being prepared to bring the hurt on any natives that would dare challenge the armed forces. The air units being used were equipped with deadly Incindiary bombs which would clear out the wilderness for landscaping and easier access around the land. Currently the conquest west had already claimed 45 miles of open wilderness.

Above The Wilderness of The West
55th Attack Wing


The 55th Attack Wing was soaring in the air above the vast wilderness of the west. They had been givin data from CDs(Combat Drones) about a village of natives which would need to be destroyed. The F-22s and F-15s soared in the air in formation as they saw the vast forest pine trees below green and tall like they always were in Varathron. F-22 Pilot Alexander Ojeman flew his plane hearing the radio chatter from his fellow pilots and control. Alexander had been a pilot of the 55th Attack Wing for two years having served two tours of duty so far it was his third time around so far. Alexander's F-22 was armed with White Phosphorus ammunition which would be dropped on the villagers to burn them out of there homes. The ammunition has been used for good use so far in the campaign causing hundreds of deaths from harsh burn wounds which also burned out they're entire village tents.

F-22 Co-Pilot Peter Zamavich sat in the back having the weapons control panel infront of him along with counter measure controls aswell. He had been a F-22 Co-Pilot and Pilot before for six months so far and was still considered a rookie. Peter and Alexander had became friends so far with Alexander teaching him the ropes of aircraft and all of that he was well knowledged. The attack wing was nearing the target village as the pilots got word and prepared for there swooping attack. "Peter, get the WP rounds activated" Alexander said as Peter flicked the switch and a green light above "WP ROUNDS" flickered meaning they were ready to be used. The F-22s and F-15s approached the village swooping downwards as the Co-Pilots pressed the trigger's of there joint sticks.

WP Missles streaked out from the F-15s and F-22s as they exploded in midair above the village as the white mist appeared followed by the village tents burning rapidly along with villagers running about probably from being hit with WP Rounds and were burning. The attack wing would now finish them off with Cluster rounds which would rain down indiviual explosive rounds above the target raining down lead and shrapnel. The pilots manuevered they're aircraft for another swoop as they approached and dived. The Co-Pilots activating the Cluster rounds as they launched them and pulled up as the cluster rounds exploded sending dirt and debree everywhere which had finished off the village completely now the attack wing would report back to base and restock for future missions.

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Postby United World Order » Sat Feb 11, 2012 8:15 am

The rumble of Panzer-10 tanks filled the sky as they drove over tents that were home to natives. Unitedian Infantry accompined them shooting natives left and right. The Panzer 10s MG312s opened up spraying the village tents and mud huts with bullets as native corpses littered the ground as the infantry using incindairy grenades tossing them at the tents and mud tents causing them to go up in flames. The survivng natives were rounded up in the middle of their burning former village and forced to there knees as they were handcuffed and with sharp knives numbers were engraved into the back of their heads. Unitedia was going to recruit new laborers through out right slavery. The remaining natives were picked off they're knees and hurried into a awaiting Boxer APC and drivin away to one of the outposts for proccessing. The village was still burning and corpses laid dead as the infantry and Panzer-10 tanks moved out to find another village. Slavery was now being issued since Unitedia was litteraly unappossed in Varathron for expansion and Unitedia would make great use of it. The landscape would soon being cut down and the extra wood would be used for the factories or just plainly burned. The Corporations producing weapons and military products were on maximum overdrive and were producing thousands of weapons and military hardware for the military. The expansion would bring economic dominace to Unitedia. The military would be able to futher feed it's maximum military strength of ten million men and could at this moment unleash them all on Varathron.

The Imperium Arms Corporation was capitalizing on this oppertunity and were preparing to send hundreds even thousands of workers and supplies into the occupied western area to begin building the factories and corporation buildings that they would need. Numerous corporations were doing the same trying to grab as much occupied land as possible. The Unitedian government would allow it to happen but would need to have some land avalible for the growing populace. Any natural resources the west had would be taken by Unitedia and used for it's Economic War machine which was producing in massive numbers. Hundreds of kilometers would need to be taken by the advancing Unitedian Armed forces and at the same time hundreds of enslaved natives were brought back behind the lines to be proccessed and therefore sold off to the corporations for labor. Meanwhile along the western front villages burned from the attacks and native populations were begining to dwindle because of being enslaved and only the weak or sick would be killed off.

Fuhrer Marcus himself had visted the western frontlines at a military outpost and had a picnic with his military advisors who were on the outpost. Marcus himself could dream of all this land being a Corporate metropolitan landscape for the Unitedian people. The Generals Staff even visted and had a meeting with the Fuhrer on the progress of the expansion and what would need to be done. Temporary bridges were being used or built for troop and supplies transport. The dream of expansion was going underway and Unitedia's conquest in OPERATION Orient would go completely unchallenged...

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Postby Belhorizon » Sat Feb 11, 2012 9:43 am

Belhorizon, Somewhere in the Mzaar Mountains; Belhorizon's Top Secret Monitoring Facility
Sargent Timmy Farouche watched in awe as the helicopter approached the snowy mountainside. It was the first time in his life he ever saw snow, for he grew up and lived most of his life in down town Palmiersville. What brought him here? His job. He was relocated from the 3rd Home Land Defense Regiment's Intelligence branch to a "Top-Secret high profile job" as he was told. Nevertheless, he still didn't understand what the job was, and especially why it was in the middle of the highest peaks in the country. He kept scanning the mountains, hoping for some sign of civilization, but alas! Nothing. As he gave one last desperate glance, and he finally saw it. Nestled between 2 high peaks in an area reputated for its' year-round fog appeared a large building, mostly covered with glass sparkling under the sun. He mouth gaped open as he saw the mythical defense system his buds at the 3rd Regiment spoke so much of. Never has he though, he would see something like this.

The helicopter landed with a thud and the 2 Military Police Officers who were so cordial to him escorted him to the building. He soon understood that he was relocated here for his exceptional skills, and without further ado, or celebration as he had hoped, he was put in front of a large screen, linked to a Belhorizonian Satellite. He looked around in amazement, the room was filled with cold people sitting in front of screens. Rumor has it that these agents watched genocides on their screen without as much as a twitch. Trying to blend in, he acted interested in his own screen. before stopping dead. The sight he had wasn't exactly very pleasant. Somewhere next to the United World Order, he saw armies burning, killing, and capturing natives. He just sat there gaping without a word until the Commanding General looked over his shoulder.

"Well Sargent? Not used to the cold weather?" he bellowed
The Sargent duly stood at attention "No sir!"
"Then what is this?" He continued while pointing at the screen. "You don't think that this is something worth reporting?"
The Sargent quickly acknowledged, not out of protocol, but out of genuine concern.
The general resumed. "Tiden this up and send it to the Defense Ministry."
"Yes sir"
The Sargent then sat down, and did as he was told.
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Postby United World Order » Sat Feb 11, 2012 11:34 am

The M777s were lined up and dug in the dirt with sandbags around them to give them more protection from native fire. The crews had been firing at targets for the past thirty minutes which were native strong holds or forts. The M777s were firing GPS guided munitions which were called "Excalibur" and were being guided by combat drones who were around the clock providing GPS data for the M777s to have the most accurate fire avalabile to them. The crews were begining to load in another round as they opened the hatch of the barrel as the empty round fell out to the ground. A crewmen carrying a new round passed it to another crew men who put it inside the barrel with his fist so his fingers werent to get caught in the barrel, He backed away whiping sweat from his eyebrow as a crew member slammed the hatch closed and another locked on the M777 to the GPS location about 300 meters away. A Crewmen grabbed a string and pulled it pivoting his body sideways as the M777s in unison fired they're rounds. The dust kicking up as it cleared and the empty round was being taken out and the process would start over and over.

The Excalibur rounds in the distance from the Artillery crew pounded the fort bringing chunks of it's timber wall down and smashing some buildings within it. In the skies above the artillery F-22s soar into the area launching Incindiary missles at the fort which caused massive explosions to erupt followed by flames as the fort would be engulfed with fire. A company of Unitedian infantry supported by Boxer IFVs moves in on the compound as shooting erupts and small explosions occur. Inside the compound most of the buildings have collapsed or are engulfed in flames with native corpses littering the ground and others having surrendered are engraved with a number, handcuffed and sent away for proccessing to become a labor worker for one of the numerous corporations. The compound is left in ruins as the infantry and armor along with towed M777s leave the area to push foward and once again find another native hide out to gather more slaves for the Corporate Machine.


The Unitedian Western Border
Febuary 11th, 2012
OPERATION ORIENT


Native after native they came in long droves restrained by chains and armed gaurds with assault rifles and electro shock sticks capable of delivering the amount of electricty of a stun gun. The natives were completely naked with the numbers engraved with sharp knives on the back of there foreheads no matter gender or age. They had been transported by invading Unitedian armor units that returned to drop off they're fleshy vermin cargo. These natives would become labors of the Corporate Machine as people in Unitedia called it. They were marched through the border barefoot and would root out those who woulden't be able to work under the condititions they needed them too. If any native were to grow tired and stop or try to rest. They would be beaten and executed by one of the MPs who were walking along with them. They would have to march through the Unitedian forest trail for hours on end and only stop for ten minute breaks. This was to test them if they could endavor such physical fitness that would be required to work.

"The March of Strength" it was called and was not easy. Many would die from tiring out and only the strong would survive and then would be forced into labor for one of the numerous corporations. The march began as the natives began the walk through the Unitedian western border and into the wilderness trail as MPS walked beside them ready to execute any who tired out of this fifteen mile march through the wilderness and to a Military camp where they would be clothed and transported to Urak or Berlina for distrubution amongst the Corporations for slave labor. One fell out of line sitting in the dirt his legs grew tired and he licked his lips from being thirsty. A Military Police officer quickly approached the tired man and unbuckled his USP tactical pistol and pressed it agaisnt the man's forehead as he pulled the trigger without remorse or regret. The man's brains were blown out as blood splattered on the MPs clothing and on the dirt, The MP kicked the man's body aside whispering "Scheißkerl, gefärbt meine Kleider..." as the MP holstered his pistol and walked on as the line continued to march foward.

After a half a mile of marching. One Hundred Fifty natives had been killed due to giving up. Along the trail they had passed the bodies of those natives are still there rotting in the dirt in pools of there own blood for the hungry wolves to eat up. The march continued as followed with hundreds of natives left still marching and were on there way to that military camp where they would be givin food and clothes then transported off to Urak or Berlina to live the harsh life of being a Labor worker in the Corporate Machine...

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Postby Belhorizon » Sat Feb 11, 2012 1:18 pm

Belhorizonian Ministry of Defense, PalmiersVille, Video Link Conference with the President

The generals sat around the table, waiting for the president to appear on screen. Many are from different backgrounds and school, but all are here on one purpose. Officially, they want to stop the slaughter caused by the UWO. Unofficially, they seek resources to make the Armed Forces even stronger.

Suddenly, the screen flickered on, with the president, still shook by his daughter's abduction, began coldly.
"Gentlemen, I know the situation, and I know many of you need the resources found there. If you look into your folders, you should find Operation Divine Sweep. I hereby authorize it."
The screen flickered off as fast as it turned on.

The generals duly opened the files revealing the so called Operation Divine Sweep.

Summary of Operation Divine Sweep
Clearance Level: Confidential
Use Special Forces to cripple UWO forces on the front line using close air support. En masse invasion will be close behind. Whenever strategic goals secured, high priority units withdraw from the battle field

The details and weaponry, were Top Secret, and few generals had access to it.
Nevertheless, one of the costliest military operations in the past decade, was about to begin.
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Postby United World Order » Sat Feb 11, 2012 7:47 pm

A Small Town, 65th Panzer Infantry Company

Gunfire and small explosions filled the air intensely in the small native town that was now a warzone. A Native resistance force had established it'self and was combating the 65th Panzer Infantry Company. Natives wearing black clothing with masks armed with AK47s and other weaponary are engaging in urban warfare with the Infantry Company, making them fight block by block to root them out. Several insurgents were moving down an alley way automatic weapons in hand as they moved down the alleyway. Suddenly a Unitedian popped up having his G36 assault rifle at hip level he sprayed them with gunfire as a red mist filled the air as they're bodies crumbeled to the ground. Two tried to run away but another Unitedian appeared with a USP tactical pistol and shot them both in the back as the two moved down the alley way with gunfire and explosions off in the distance. The roar of a Panzer-10 Tank as it rolled down the street with infantry following trying to keep up as they were under fire from insurgent forces. The Panzer 10 being half way down the block it's 155mm barrel rotated to the right at a three story building where a RPG was being fired, The Panzer 10's barrel fired a HE Round as dust kicked up and the window was obliterated along with half of the building.

The Panzer-10's barrel rotated foward and continued moving with the infantry giving it fire support as they jogged behind it firing at anything comming from the windows. A burning Boxer APC was at a four way intersection as the Panzer 10 haulted and the troops approached with caution. "Die Bastarden blies das ganze Ding auseinander" A soldier whispered as the others stopped to take in the veiw of the burning Boxer APC. "No time for remorse we have a duty to do, Theirs still insurgents all over this town" A Unitedian wearing a officers cap said as they cocked they're weapons and regrouped with the tank and left the four way intersection. The roar of Apache Helicopters from above filled the skies as they men watched as the Apache fired it's hellfire missles in the distance and then flew away followed by the explosions of the missles hitting they're targets.

Airsupport had arrived in the form of Apache attack helicopters which had probably came from one of the makeshift airfields in the occupied zone. The town was in the process of being taken back with airsupport having arrived soon reinforcements would come and take the town or the company would or maybe even the insurgents would retreat out of the town. Native POWs had been rounded up in the dozens and were being executed outside the town with there bodies being burned to a crisp. The Infantry were not allowed to bring Native Insurgents back as slaves and were to be executed on the spot. The town was still a warzone with insurgents still running amok fighting the Company of Panzer infantry.

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Postby Belhorizon » Sat Feb 11, 2012 11:00 pm

RV Point 2, Somewhere off the coast of Rinfinity.

The Commanding Admiral was impatient. In all his years in the military as an admiral, he was never forced to stand down in favor of another admiral. He did not like that one bit. The 4th Fleet, the one he is in command of, has been stationed in Rinfinity for a week now, idling; they finally received a worthwhile order. He still remembered the commotion in port last night: The sailors cleaning the cannons, loading the shells, jets flying overhead landing on the Aircraft Carrier; it was like a movie he thought. Now,all they were waiting for was to be attached with the 5th fleet, who was sadly carrying the new Commanding Admiral. He just sat and wait.
"For once I get to command a military mission I get butted out of it..."
He was awoken of his remorseful thoughts by his aide.
"Sir?"
"Yes Lieutenant?"
"We received a transmission from the 5th fleet, they say they are in range... Orders?"
"Any last orders you mean?"
The Lieutenant stood still, he also did not like being commanded by another admiral for the mission, for he liked his own very much.
The admiral continued "Forgive me, I've been rude... Join up with the fleet and make a count of our joined effectives."
"Yes sir"

Several hours later
The 4th and 5th fleet were moving towards UWO. On the deck of the 4th fleets' flagship, walked the same Lieutenant, carrying a paper.

Level: Classified
Join Effectives of 3rd Naval Task Force
4th and 5th Fleet

Ships
3 Aircraft Carriers
6 Destroyers
5 Battleships
8 Corvettes
50 Landing craft
13 Upgraded Dreaghdnoughts

Planes
25 F-14 Planes
15- F-12 planes
4- AWACS command centers (attached to the fleet, not on the ships)
10 AC-130 Spectre (Attached)

Helicopters
3 Chinooks (Modified to fit on an Aircraft carrier)
10 Appaches
10 Little Birds
15 Black Hawks.

Units
1,500,000 men not including:
Gold SAS Squadron
1st and 2nd Airborne
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Postby Alexiandra » Sun Feb 12, 2012 12:23 am

Surveillance Satellite BD-167243
In orbit



The satellite glided through the void, its sleek metal frame twisting in its endless rotation through the heavens. Surrounding it were the stars of the universe, the vacuum of space, and the wreckages of countless other now-derelict spacecraft. This satellite, however, was different. Its modern, streamlined design suggested a professional origin, while the perfectly aligned lenses inside it confirmed any suspicions a trained observer might be experiencing. This was an Alexiandran surveillance craft, built to act as the Empire's eyes beyond the skies, spotting things even the most alert sentry could not. Anything even remotely threatening in the vicinity of the nation was recorded, logged and then sent back down towards Earth, to the Alexiandran Capital of Lockbourne, and more specifically, the headquarters of the Imperial Intelligence Division.
It came as a surprise then, when a mysterious report marked as "High Priority arrived at the desk of one Lewis Smith, newly initiated into the Intelligence Service. He behaved in identical fashion to other rookies the world over - he kept his head down, and paid attention. When the report arrived, he was naturally alarmed. Perspiring slightly, he hesitated to view the attached image recordings, pondering first calling over one of his superiors. Then, however, he weighed up his options. If he did so, the report could simply be a false alarm and he would no doubt draw the loath of his manager. If he simply opened it and then fetched a superior, he could have nothing to lose. Looking around himself shiftily in his perceived "sneakiness", he opened the report.

"Dammit! We have another tinpot psychopathic nation on the loose. What is it with Alexiandra and madmen?" Emperor Lance Wydra stormed as he settled into his armchair, fully recognising the irony in his previous rhetorical question. Lance himself was regarded as a madman by many of his opposition's supporters. Today, however, he sat in the vast Office of Administration, the study traditionally held by heads of state. Casting the newly-received image files onto his mahogany desk, he leaned back and tried to relax. After a few seconds, he realised it was of no use, and leant forwards once again. Arrayed in front of him were the images collectively captured by satellite BD-167243 and passed on to Lewis Smith, gradually making their way to the office of Alexiandra's leader. The images were alarming to say the least. Giant dust clouds thrown up by huge columns of armoured units, native villages burning to cinders, and wildlife destroyed en masse all pointed to one thing: Unitedia was expanding. Naturally, this required an immediate stance from the Emperor as to whether or not Alexiandra would challenge Unitedia's conquests. Indeed, the fact that native villages were being set alight certainly suggested genocidal tendencies, a policy which had been fiercely opposed by the Empire in its previous incarnations. Now was Wydra's first real test as the leader of his beloved nation, the one which he cherished so much. He could attempt to win public support by launching a vast, successful liberation of Unitedia's newly annexed territory, or he could opt to simply wait and see what happened next. Similarly, if the war was a colossal failure, public morale would plummet, throwing him out of favour and setting the stage for another coup d'etat.

Now, then, was the time to make a decision. Would he sit by idly and become just one more footnote in the history books? Or would he instead choose to go to war, blazing his name throughout the pages of history and eliciting the undying gratitude of millions? To him, the choice was clear.



Alexiandran Imperial Statement
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Alexiandran Communique

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Official Imperial Statement


It has come to the attention of the Imperial Commonwealth of Alexiandra that Unitedia, for purposes both unknown and unforeseen to the international community, has begun a series of rapid military operations to expand its own power base and influence within Varathron. Attached are image files from Alexiandran surveillance networks which clearly show what appear to be burning native villages and dust trails thrown up by armoured units. Naturally, Alexiandra cannot abide quietly, secretly knowing that millions of innocent lives are being ruined due to the militaristic policies of one somewhat disreputable nation. Therefore, the Emperor must regretfully deliver an ultimatum to the government of Unitedia: stand down or face war. This expansion has occurred in recognised international territory, and the fact that a nation wishes to rule over it is simply alarming to Emperor Lance Wydra, and Alexiandra as a whole.

Signed and approved,

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Lance Wydra, Emperor of Alexiandra.
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Postby Super Bwitain » Sun Feb 12, 2012 10:21 am

The SR-71 glided through the stratosphere with absolute ease, it's powerful engines allowing it to cut through any resistance made by the air. Upon hearing reports that Alexiandra had delivered an ultimatum to the nation of Unitedia, due to it's supposed massacre of native villages in an attempt to expand it's power base. Naturally, the High Lord was not one to dismiss such open accusations of blatant imperialism but neither could he be certain that such accusations were truthful. Due to this uncertainty, High Lord Jasper dispatched an SR-71 to Unitedia. Whilst the SR-71 was an old plane, it was still valued highly, due to it's ability to go past Mach-3 and travel at very high altitudes, namely 24,000 meters. It was due to this that the SR-71 remains the Imperiums foremost reconnaissance aircraft.

What the SR-71 observed was, ghastly. Plumes of smoke rose up from native villages, and armoured columns threw up dust behind their treads. Armed with this knowledge, the SR-71 sped back to the Imperium, with photo evidence of the atrocities committed by Unitedian forces.

Upon receiving the information gathered by the SR-71, Jasper was at an impasse. Would he stay neutral and allow Alexiandra to go it alone? Or would he step in, using the full might of the Imperial Navy to blockade and shell Unitedia? After much deliberation between himself and his generals, Jasper came to a decision, the Imperium was going to stand in solidarity with Alexiandra, and deliver an ultimatum to Unitedia, their forces would stand down, or they would face war.

Imperial Communique





To: The Govenment of Unitedia
Subject: Expansion of the Unitedian power base
Encryption: Nill




It has come to the attention of myself and other prominent members of the Imperial government, that Unitedian forces have been expanding into native territory in an effort to strengthen your power base. The Imperium cannot, and will not stand for this blatant action of Imperialism. It is due to this, that the Imperium delivers an ultimatum to the nation of Unitedia: Stand down and remove all forces from native lands, or face action from the Imperial navy. We understand that the government of Alexiandra has also delivered such an ultimatum, surely you do not wish to be on the receiving end of the Armed Forces of two nations? We hope you make the right decision.




Yours in confidence
High Lord Jasper Delemond
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Postby United World Order » Sun Feb 12, 2012 10:56 am

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MESSAGE FROM THE GRAND FASCIST UNION OF UNITEDIA


Your Emperor should keep his royal nose out of our affairs. We are not under your jurisdiction and we are free to do whatever we want no matter how bad it looks. I would understand if you were the neighboring nation near the occupation zone and your people would be on edge in fear of invasion. But Alexiandra is far from Unitedia across the ocean matter of fact. Please stay out of our affairs.



FEAR THE CORPORATE MACHINE. YOU ARE NOT SAFE. FEAR THE CORPORATE MACHINE.



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MESSAGE FROM THE GRAND FASCIST UNION OF UNITEDIA


FEAR THE CORPORATE MACHINE. YOU ARE NOT SAFE. FEAR THE CORPORATE MACHINE.



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Postby Super Bwitain » Sun Feb 12, 2012 10:57 am

United World Order wrote:
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MESSAGE FROM THE GRAND FASCIST UNION OF UNITEDIA


Your Emperor should keep his royal nose out of our affairs. We are not under your jurisdiction and we are free to do whatever we want no matter how bad it looks. I would understand if you were the neighboring nation near the occupation zone and your people would be on edge in fear of invasion. But Alexiandra is far from Unitedia across the ocean matter of fact. Please stay out of our affairs.



FEAR THE CORPORATE MACHINE. YOU ARE NOT SAFE. FEAR THE CORPORATE MACHINE.



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MESSAGE FROM THE GRAND FASCIST UNION OF UNITEDIA


FEAR THE CORPORATE MACHINE. YOU ARE NOT SAFE. FEAR THE CORPORATE MACHINE.



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Postby United World Order » Sun Feb 12, 2012 5:13 pm

Skies of The Western Territory, OPERATION DEATH FROM ABOVE.


The night skies above The Western Territory were calm and quiet. The roar of B-2 aircraft filled the air as they soared above the wilderness landscape like hawks looking for prey. These B-2 aircraft had a mission that would fully destroy the Native Insurgent infastructure and their ability to strike on Unitedian armed service men. The B-2 aircraft had a deadly cargo of Nerve agent which were in canaster to deliver to the insurgents which was why the operation was named "Death From Above" because the nerve agent would be used to exterminate the insurgents from the skies above. UNSOC had gotten sattalite imagery of a large connection of forts along with several residential areas that were identified and givin to Air Marshalls who convened with The Generals staff and organized Operation Death From Above.

They're were atleast three dozen B-2s in the night skies as they approached the target area. B-2 Pilot Felix Wolfgang accelerated his aircraft along with the other B-2s who followed suit. They were in line formation in a large V shape and soared through the skies towards the Native encampment. "Sky Hawk One Oh One To Control we have visual on the target, Permission to engage Operation Death From Above, Over?" Felix said into his radio headset as he waited for a response from control.

"Control to SkyHawk One oh One, Permission to engage granted, Let'em have it"

Felix smirked as he switched frequencies to his fellow B-2 Pilots who were eagered to drop they're payloads. "Engage i repeat Engage, Control has granted the go ahead" Felix announced to the B-2 pilots as they were overhead the large Native encampment. The Co-Pilots of the numerous B-2 aircraft launched they're payloads as the cargo hatches of the B-2s opened and canaster after canaster of Nerve gas fell from the skies towards the Encampment which would bring apon there deaths as they looked at there watches. The B-2s after finishing there payloads turned around and headed back to base. The dozens of canasters of Nerve gas erupted as Natives were comming down with the symtoms of being posioned with nerve gas. Through the night natives in the encampment were dieing in droves and by morning they'd all be dead and a detachment of Infantry in protective gas masks and gear would claim the encampment and finish off any survivors.



Native Encampment, 31st Panzer Infantry Company


In the morning hours of the day the roaring sounds of the engines of Unitedian military vehicles filled the morning sky. The boots of Unitedian Panzer Infantry in special HAZMAT clothing and they're specialy equipped combat helmet gasmasks which were all black colored. The Convoy of Panzer-10 tanks and other vehicles rolled through the residental area where the streets were littered in native corpses after last nights success of OPERATION DEATH FROM ABOVE. Nerve gas was still in the air only in small pockets as the rest and been gone from the night breeze which carried it all along the encampment. The Infantry moved through checking every mud house and only finding the bodies of the dead. "Die Bastarde verdient jeden letzten Knaster" A Unitedian whispered as they moved down the abandoned streets as the wind picked up.

"Atleast we didn't have to shoot them" Another Unitedian said as he breathed into his gasmask keeping his G36 Assault rifle tight in his grip. The only thing that could really be heard was the engines of vehicles and the boots of Unitedian Infantry. Above them was the roar of CH-40 Black hawks and Apache helicopters which were headed Northeast for possible a patrol or a fire mission. The infantry kept moving through the streets and had already cleared the residential area and were approaching the small forts which had empty machine gun posts with RPK machine guns and RPGs. The Infantry were lucky the Airforce had dropped the chemical bombs so they didn't have to face these when the natives were still alive. The 31st Panzer Infantry Battalion HQ were issuing that the encampment would need to be destroyed and the bodies gathered up and burned.

The Engineers which had with them explosive charges were getting to work wiring the entire encampment for a big finale of fireworks. The infantry continued they're search and the native bodies were being piled up outside of the encampment as they made there sweep. The bodies were piling as the engineers were finishing up wiring up the entire encampment with explosives. The 31st Panzer Infantry Company moved out of the encampment and the explosives were being prepped to blow and a large ditch was being used to dump the dozens of native corpses as they were doused with lighter fluid and set ablaze. Unitedian Infantry watched the corpses burned to a crisp and when it was time to head out the engineers set off the explosives causing numerous massive explosions and large dust clouds formed in the air....

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Postby LOVE DOG » Sun Feb 12, 2012 8:49 pm

The dense, almost sickly lands that were known as the Daemonium Empire weren’t born under that name, wasn’t even born into the vast empire of many nations known as the entity that is the United Dominion. The birth of these haunted forests was very bloody and very rocky, a place for those that were unwanted to the civilized world. These lands bare a dark past, being a massive penal colony to an empire lost in the sand of times. An empire forgotten by the masses, and these lands were where murders, thieves, rapists and all those whom took up arms against this forgotten empire were taken. Very few survived to live out their time in these lands, their blood being soaked up by the soil as they were used to clear the forest. Tree by tree being shipped back to the empire lost in the sands of times or used to build wooden prisons for the next batch of slave labor. The flow of blood ran this penal colony on t the time some called the very edge of the world, but there would come a change in how things were ran.

On a hot summer day as the birds fought to stay out of the heat of the Sun, the prison ships tore through the waves to unload more unwanted beings at the main port city on the semi-rocky coastline. Lead down the long stone dock with black hoods on their heads and very little clothes on their bodies, the next batch of slave labor went forwards to the end of their lives. But there was a soul in this batch, his skin was as pale as Death himself nearly lifeless looking and under that black hood, his white long hair covered in sweat and his eyes were very close to a pulsing ice blue and his ear ending in long points. His new slave master knew he wasn’t a part of the human race, maybe a from some far off branch of human kind and that he called himself ‘Valentine.’ The truth is that this being, this powder keg waiting to explode was of a race known as dark elves. And the death of this penal colony.

The following years the soil soaked up gallons and gallons of live giving blood as Valentine lead wave after wave of former prisoners against their former slave masters. A rebellion was growing stronger and stronger in this dark days before finally in the end, the lands were granted freedom in many ways. Soon the lands become home to those of the uncivilized world, the former prisoners taking over the lands of the penal colony to form a safe haven for all those whom had rocky past like the semi-rocky coastline. All thanks to the dark elf known as Valentine. Throughout the ages, these lands were ran by members of Valentine’s bloodline which date back to his home in a far off land known as the Dominion. The law of Valentine ran the lands and the will of Valentine was followed by all. The birth of the Daemonium Empire comes later, under the leadership of a five time great grandson of Valentine, Emperor Selcer Valentine. Even in these dark days, the lands of the Daemonium Empire still looked as haunted as the penal colony of the past with thick clouds of smoke and smog hovering in the skies above the cities dotted across the landscape of the sickly somehow dense forests.

To the west of these haunted and sickly lands rested another nation, one that was smaller in size then it’s brother nation that was the Daemonium Empire. These lands were also owned by countless empires throughout its past, once ran by the same empire that claimed the penal colony as their own. These lands, presently known as the Imperial Republic of Ashtaroth, hosted countless battles between many empires and kingdoms. The blood that was shed gave life to the forests and mountains that ranges across the landscape. A land of warriors, bred to fight to the death in battle, to fall for the glory of the whole nature of warfare. Even in these dark and twisted days, the Imperial Republic is the home of many types of warriors from the many branches of military of the United Dominion to the countless military orders that are famous within the many lands of the United Dominion.

Within this Imperial Republic, on the massive island within the borders of ownership bore a nearly two hundred foot tall limestone looking tower at the very center of the mountain range running through the island, from nearly coast to coast. This tower was to be told as the home of one of the Pantheon of the United Dominion, a place that very anybody survived visiting if not invited. The Tower of Azazel, the God of War, the father of warfare and the battlefields that take the lives of millions and millions of warriors since the beginning of time itself. And maybe the Tower is the home of Azazel for the things of mankind can’t spy on it, video from the air and from space is always broken by some unknown forces. But what inside those walls only the Pantheon knows.

But this island housed more then the Tower of Azazel, dotting the open landscape of the island were bases of the warriors of the United Dominion. From the coast that bore navy bases to the flat lands and semi-hilly landscape that bore both air force and navy bases. Home to those whom would give their lives for the future of the United Dominion.

To the east of the Daemonium Empire was another brother nation, the Commonwealth of Rhodannium was equally a home for the war machine of the United Dominion. Hosting many mega factories through out Commonwealth cities and nearly rivaling the Imperial Republic of Ashtaroth in hosting bases for the military bases of the many warriors of the United Dominion. Across the Rhodannium Commonwealth, the once dense forest were things of the past and the life style of those whom call these lands as their home were of a warrior people. Those to old to take the fight to the enemy would aid in the oiling the gears of the war machine. Everything about the Rhodannium Commonwealth screamed out that these lands were ran by the great minds of the United Dominion, home to an united race of warrior bloodlines.

And with the current state of warfare to the north, deep within both Gholgoth and even this very region, Varathron, these three brother nations were very edgy and being very awake in what was happening around them. Already there were elements in play, moving to awake a sleeping beast to rain down upon some type of prey. But at this time, there wasn’t a target to leap down and bury in the fangs of righteous into. The world would know that the United Dominion was gearing up for a war, to head into the coming storm laughing like madman during the whole thing.

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Elsewhere in the wild and crazy world known as the United Dominion, the beasties were beginning to stretch and yawn. Gear loaded into the black hulled vessels of death known as the United Dominion Navy, their smaller cousins, them wild ones known as the Coastal Knights, making waves in the Dominionite waters. Ports across two nations of the United Dominion, the Rhodannium Commonwealth and the Imperial Republic of Ashtaroth were in over drive. Vehicles shooting aboard the sea hounds, the load masters issuing orders as cameras from DNN got live shots of the action. Showmanship was wonderful thing to have in a war. The feeds never really giving true numbers, but it would get the point across.

The time was now for the true show to get underway, the harbinger of death and chaos marched from the many warehouses lining the ports. In all the flash and glory, the soldiers marched out in full out combat readiness. Their bodies covered from head-to-toe in the main protection system in the United Dominion, the Transylvanian B.A.S S-One MOD-VI. The newest and greatest being issued to the warriors of the United Dominion. They moved with pride, their woodland pattern showing they were ready to the landscape ahead of them. Their weapons already aboard.

But the show goes on…following the footsteps of the armored beasts of the armed forces, men and women dressed in all black came into the light. Their uniforms were a mix of modern and the greats of the past, with a more classic style of battle dress uniforms over a blacked-out great coat. Gold piping around the ends of the long sleeves, around the collar and the outline of two letters, WW. By now, those watching the live view of DNN within the United Dominion knew whom they were watching. The WW Legion, or for those whom didn’t know…the Werewolf Legion. A bunch of crazy eye, mostly neon colored, muscled-upped, beasts of the moon. A force to not be overlooked…fangs and claws at the ready.

Is that all? The answer is no. Following the WW Legion, another one of those unique military orders to the United Dominion. With all the flash of a 19th century army, the men and woman marched out in black and white uniforms. All flashy with great coats, gold piping and ready to face-to-face with the enemy. But at that point, it all stops there for those in the 19th century wouldn’t allow the long hair and facial tattoos. Their eyes were a many shades of color, from orange to bright blue to even light hues of pink. Most showing of that parts of them were of the human bloodlines, these half-blooded were known as the Lost. What have they lost? Nobody will ever know.

And the Fallen appear…smoke slowly escaping the open doors of the warehouse, a shadow of a man moved into the light. His dress wasn’t even in a military order, more like something a cowboy would wear minus the hat. Dark blue worn jeans, white under shirt and worn out tan dusters. His hair, black as moonless night, but it wasn’t that that caught the focus of DNN cameras. His eyes, almost mirroring the look of a blind man, were outlined by black vein-like marking. He smiled at the people watching at home, raising his modernized version of the Chicago Typewriter, the Thompson submachine gun, as he walked behind the Lost. Following in his wake, a solid black male wolf with ice blue eyes came behind his master, the Reaper.

More smoke rolled from the warehouse as two more shadows came into view, one massive in size and the other smaller and feminine. Into the light, two of the Fallen came. Both of their faces were covered, the man wore a black metal helm that was both protection for head and neck and the female wore a cracked white doll-like mask with black lens and black highlights. More of that black metal on parts of his body, but his scarred chest was bare. She wore a gothic style dress of black and blood red, a good match for red hair. Following in the wake of the Reaper, these two Fallen were the Beast and Baby Doll.

And a good thing about showmanship, the numbers couldn’t be pin-point to if a thousand have been seen or a million. But the enemy should understand that the Fallen shouldn’t be overlooked. For the Fallen were the Hand of the Count, Caesar Jason Scotus Lupus, whom have been with their master were thousands of years. The Fallen known as the Madness as been seen in the painting called ‘The Founding of the Dominion’, dated the year 1000 Anno Domini…standing behind his master as the papers were signed.

The pieces were in place…within an hour, the naval hounds, a little over four hundred vessels, would be ready for their multiple day journey. And the fun wasn’t over then, more goodies would be added over the skies of the Rhodannium Commonwealth and the Imperial Republic of Ashtaroth.
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A message from Your Savior


Tick-tick-tick-TOCK! The sounds of a broken clock. Tick-tick-tick-TOCK! The sounds of a broken clock.

The wickedness of the past is coming back to gain an ugly foothold in the present. What type of world are we all living in right now? So dark and twisted it has become. Where are the heroes of Justice and the warriors of Righteous at?

Come dark children, come and listen to the world as She screams out in pain. Her pain as the unrighteous dogs rape in Her life giving soil. Come and listen as She gives birth to countless evil and dark places. Come and listen to the sounds of a broken clock.


~ Your Savior
His Royal Badass, His Royal Alpha, Caesar Jason Scotus Lupus
Emperor of the United Dominion
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Postby Belhorizon » Mon Feb 13, 2012 2:04 pm

Sorry for the short post... Busy day


The waves were calm and the skies were clear. Silence reigned over the calm country side somewhere West of the UWO. Breaking the silence, 5 Black Hawks appeared, dropping a load of 50 men before dissapearing into the endless skies.
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Imperial Territorial Waters


Imperial ships cut through their territorial waters, with a mission: to strike the Unitedian navy in port, as to remove any chances they might have of resisting an Imperial blockade. The Imperial Navy was a well oiled machine; executing attacks with the utmost precision and co-ordination.

Midshipman Henry Mitchell looked out at the murky brown waters from the deck of the IMS Inflexible, one of the new Type-45 Destroyers which had replaced the old Type-42s which had previously been in service with the Imperial Navy. The Type-45 was a wondrous ship. Basically a floating anti-air platform, the Type-45 is capable of tracking, engaging and destroying more targets than five Type-42s operating together. The Type-45 utilises the Sea Viper missile system, which is the SAMPSON radar variant of the PAAMS system. The Type-45 uses the Aster-15 and Aster-30 missiles, for short to mid-range and short to long-range encounters. The Type-45 also has one 4.5 inch MK 8 naval gun, two 30mm guns, two Phalanx CIWS', two mini-guns and six general purpose machine guns; for added protection.

Henry loved ships, he had loved the all his life, from the moment he first set eyes upon his fathers rowing boat, the one they would go fishing in together; he knew, he had to become a sailor...a sailor for the Imperial Navy. Throughout his school career, Henry was a bright spark, always finding new an creative ways to solve problems, always ahead of the class in the academic range of the national curriculum. Unfortunately for Henry, not everyone took kindly to his obvious intellectual superiority, and he was bullied from an early age, which pushed him to become more and more reserved from the outside world; his teachers, his friends, his family; everyone.

His life continued like this for many years, he still remained the top of his class in everything involving a small level of intelligence, but he shunned everyone and everything else. He eventually left college with multiple qualifications in languages, engineering and physics, as well as English, Maths and Electronics, all of which are obligatory qualifications in Imperial schools,

Armed with his high intellect, he applied for the Imperial Navy, who upon learning of his academic prowess, accepted him without delay. Henry passed boat camp with flying colours, falling back on his creative side to allow him to solve problems one might face on-board a ship within the Imperial Navy. He was quickly promoted to Midshipman and stationed on the Inflexible, the ship he was located on today.

Kravchenka


High Lord Jasper Delemond sat in the study of his mansion, pondering as to what his next move should be. He knew full well that the Imperial Navy was by no means invincible, and a determined opponent could defeat an Imperial task-force should the admirals fail in their task. To maximise chances of survival for the Imperial Navy and her sailors, they would need backup, and Jasper knew who that backup could be. Turning on his laptop, he began to type.

The Imperium Of Super Bwitain




To: The governing body of Alexiandra
Subject: Aid in our endeavours
Encryption: MAXIMUM




Firstly, the Imperium wishes to make it known that we stand in solidarity with you, Unitedia has gone to far, and their refusal to stand down despite our respective ultimatums only means one thing: They will not stop.

That is why I am despatching an Imperial task-force to annihilate the Unitedian navy, as we wish to starve them into surrender. What we ask is, could we stop at your ports? And could we count on you for naval assistance in the region? We both share common goals: to stop Unitedia, but we will reach those goals much sooner if we work together. Please reply with all due haste.




Yours in confidence
High Lord Jasper Delemond
The Imperium Of Super Bwitain


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4x Queen Elizabeth class Aircraft-Carrier
40x Type-45 Destroyer
45x Type-23 Frigate
35x Astute class Submarine
35x Ticonderoga class Cruiser
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Postby LOVE DOG » Mon Feb 13, 2012 10:23 pm

Deep within the hangers of the air bases across the eastern edge of the Rhodannium Commonwealth, a sleeping beast was starting to stretch and yawn as the ground crew in their deep blue and dark grey jumpsuits moved to fuel and arm the aerial beasties that would strike from the heavens in the coming storm. These shadows of the coming storm rested like great and powerful dragons, watching and waiting as their human servants took to all of their needs and wants. Their fuselages and wings as dull, deepest black as the sky on a moonless night, no real marking on their bodies to openly declare ownership of these aerial beasties. They were the bringers of pain, of death and vengeance. Their bays holding tightly the elements to make wives into widowers, to make children into orphans, to bring order into a chaotic and twisted world.

These aerial beasties were long range bombers, some would call them heavy hitting bombers for the goodies that they bore in their ‘wombs’. They were the aerial beasties that the United Dominion used to make a point to an enemy, to bring little chaos to the battlefield. They were classified as Storm Shadow B-1 heavy bombers, or the Shadows of the Storm by those whom tame these aerial beasties. In their 'wombs' bore the fruit of a madman whom density was to lit the world on fire, to leave only ashes in his wave. Home to twelve little evil monsters known as Seahag cruise missiles, currently loaded with the Mark 3 version of the missile which were classified as being a 1000 lbs Thermobaric dealer of death.

The time was now, the aerial beasties being small in number eased down their runways and took to the sky as the tricky orbital system known as the Watcher drifted towards the battlefield of the unrighteous. Five entered the air, taking to the sky like black dragons waiting to rain down pain to a human village. But even the great and powerful dragon needed smaller allies on their sides.

Enter in the guardians…drones, unmanned attack fighters loaded for air-to-air combat. The Roc attack drone. A creation incorporated into the mindset of the United Dominion Air Forces, something picked up from the grand days of the Cong. Something them beasties little masters of the seven seas of the Amazonian Republic used. Saves lives and looks cool at the same time. A total of five, each as black as the shadows of the storm, would form around the larger aerial beasties, armed and ready for a fight.

To the east they flew, cutting through the air like a knife in butter. Heading to the east to bring the pain to the madness of Varathron. To find the weakness of the armor of a nation. To test how a nation of cold-blooded murders enjoyed a little taste of their own medicine.

Soon, the world would hear live from the Savior himself. One that would rally his own. One that would mess with the mind of his foes. One that would deliver true madness into the ranks of the fallen. Worldwide, images began flashing on the world‘s news network. Starting with the main flag of the United Dominion, followed by the other flags of the United Dominion. The song by P.O.D. called ‘Eternal‘ softly playing in the background.

The last flag showed, the one in which bore the symbol of the Royal House of Wolf. The black and white tribal wolf. A pair of gray eyes, both lifeless and full of fury, came into view. Panning back to frame the face of Caesar Jason Scotus Lupus. “For all have sinned and fallen short of the glory of God. Could that really be true?“ he asked, the view panning back to show more of the man whom was legend to many. “Yes, my dear friends of this cruel world, it is true. For I have seen the sins of mankind.” He smiled, his fangs showing themselves to the world. “The greatest sinner of this modern age has fallen to my blade. And many more will follow him to the fiery depths of Hell.”

The view showing his whole body now, resting in his ivory throne. His black duster showing strongly against the white bone. His hands gripping the armrests of the throne. “Oh dear twisted world, listen to my words for there is an evilness breathing huge lung full gulps of air right now. A evil that is laying waste to mankind like it was national past time.” he paused, pushing himself from the throne. “Where are the Heroes of Justice at? Where are the Warriors of Righteous at? Where has all of the hope gone from this world? Are we all cattle to be prod and killed for our men? Or for our lands?”

He smiled, moving across the platform in which his throne sat. “I have had a vision, my dear friends, one that will happen during this injustice murdering of innocent life. In my vision, the heavens open wide and a lone figure falls from their wonders.” he paused, focusing his gray eyes into those watching at home. “A seraph he is, dressed in dark armor and clothes. Bearing the sword of judgment.” The view focused once again on his face, highlighting the changes of his eyes. Blood red slowly began forming in his gray eyes. “Judgment day is upon us and the wicked ones play. They will dance in the blood of the fallen. They will feed on the flesh of the fallen. The fallen will be punished and all glory will be granted to the wicked ones.”

He laughed, a low deep and hearty laugh. “Those who fight side-by-side with the righteous followers of the light will be granted untold riches. Untold glory when the fallen are run through by swords. The fallen will be punished, their heads torn from their bodies as the fangs of Righteous sink deep into the flesh of the fallen.” He smiled at that thought. “Blood will run free and every knee shall bow.” He winked before slowing moving back to his throne. Taking his seat, his eyes once again focused on those watching at home. “Oil your weapons of war, keep a sharp edge on your blades. For the time has come for the very end of a man’s dream, a fallen soul of mankind that claims the title of Fuhrer. Marcus, mark my words as the wicked ones will play a mighty tune over your grave. Farewell my dear friends of this cruel world.” With that, the message being delivered and the news networks returning to whatever they were doing.
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Postby Paelia » Tue Feb 14, 2012 2:39 am

“Ma’as Da’osr vesr Cireukesae”
“Meet Death with Curiosity”

Ancient Paelian Proverb

The flecks of snow scattered in the light breeze. The full moon sprayed a soft hue through the branches. A distant chant shattered the silence. So quiet, so natural it sounded like it had always been there. The boy shivered, the wind lashing his naked flesh. In the clearing he just stood there, allowing the snow and wind to thrash his body. Twenty meters in front of him a small fire mocked him, too far away to feel the comfort of the flames but close enough to hear the crackle. Infrequent wraths of burnt cotten and wool, the smell of childhood burning away from him.

‘Culthar, Lemar Isu Vesar’, in the distant the chant slowly drowned out the whistle of the wind. three dozen men dressed in black robes emerged from the woods and formed a circle around the lad, fire and stone table. Just as abruptly as the men entered did they fall silent as the figure entered the circle. In an identical black robe with his face obscured by the hood he dragged his hunched body towards the lad. The scraping of the wooden cane filled the silence.
At 82 the man had done this countless times before. Kul’kina, or roughly translated to ‘the ceremony of cleansing pain’ was one which all Paelian andolescent males must partake before being accepted into manhood. His eyes swept over the lad. After three days of surviving in the woods by himself coupled with three hours standing naked in the middle of the night had taken its toll. His flesh had unnatural paleness, his whole body shook uncontrollably, if it was due to the cold or fear the old man did not know. Raphael Culthar moved his old frame oppose the young man.

“Are you ready,” Raphael asked as he leaned on his cane. The lad just trembled before Raphael, his lips quivering, turning an unnatural purple.
Please boy, speak to me, He thought while he waited for an answer.
“Yes”, the he croaked, his voice sounding unnatural from the lack of use.
Grabbing the knife from his belt. Taking the boy by the arm he led him to the stone table. The lad could not stop shaking, his hand glistened with a layer of sweat. Forcably putting the left hand on the stone table, pulling the ring finger from the clenched fist. He drew in a deep breath and slashed the knife downwards. The lad’s body stiffened, his teeth sank into his upper lip, his eyes clenched shut but just as it was expected from a Paelian man, no tears, no yells or screams.

Turning around he made his way to the fire with the bloody finger. Taking his time he stumbled towards the flames and allowed the finger to fall into the heat. He took a second to admire the flames transform the flesh into a black mangled mess, soaking in the smell of burning flesh.
He turned just as the lad moaned. Raphael watched the young man collapse to his knees, tears flowing freely from his face. Raphael froze. No. Please no. He struggled to keep his tears at bay as he staggered towards his grandson.
“By the decree of the most high. You have no place as a man of Paelia,” his voice mechanical, without emotion as he reached inside his robe.
“Papa. Please”, the lad begged, his teary blue eyes staring up at his grandson. Raphael ignored him as his fingers curled around the cold metal.
“PAPA Please!” he screamed as Raphael lifted his hand and pulled the trigger. The bullet punctured through the lad’s skull, crushing the head against table’s base .
“I’m sorry”, he whispered, unable to peel his eyes away from his naked grandson.

“Master”, the voice broke the silence. Rapahel lifted his gaze to the man who had just forced his way through the tight circle. He was out of place, wearing formal business attire in contrast to the white and black robes that surrounded him.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Raphael hobbled towards him. The man glanced down at the naked body then back to Raphael.
“I hope this isn’t a bad time”.
“Just spit it out. It must be pretty dam important to look for me here.”
The man paused for a second, “We have a situation in the Dominion.”


To: Air Marshall Colvin
From: Military High Command
Encryption: Medium
Subject: Order #19


From the Order of Krief Raphael Culthar, Ruler of the United Cland of Paelia and the Military High Command of Paelia, The Air Force alert rating has been increased from three to five. After the live broadcast from Caesar Jason Scotus Lupus leader of The Dominions. A threat to Paelia seems possible therefore all active air force units will be placed on high alert awaiting further orders until otherwise notified by Military high Command.

Yours faithfully

High General Marcus Rafe
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Postby Alexiandra » Tue Feb 14, 2012 9:38 am

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Prybeach


The sea glistened in its azure majesty. Gulls cried loudly, sending their calls echoing around the port. The waves brushed against the quay, rebounding into one another as they struck the solid stone foundations of the huge military establishment. Amongst the dock, sailors and merchants alike bustled up and down, thronging the area around the huge, newly-amassed naval task force with their business and wares. Pausing for a moment at the waterside, one could observe the colossal hulls of metal which floated just out on the horizon, and even make out their deadly cargoes of weapons and missiles. The occasional dingy sped out towards the flotilla, bearing dozens of sailors who were going to war, many of them not for the first time. A large armada of two hundred and twenty-five warships sat, seemingly harmlessly on the ocean, awaiting the inevitable order to begin combat operations against Unitedia. The port, which was known the nation over as "Prybeach" had garnered a considerable naval reputation over the ages. Since it was considerably closer to mainland Varathron than most other coastal settlements, Imperial High Command had declared it to be the most suitable location to launch offensive operations against Unitedia from. Following the somewhat rude refusal of Alexiandra's ultimatum, the armada had coalesced over the period of just a week, preparing for both fleet-to-fleet action and ground attack roles.

What made the operation seem easier was the fact that for once, Alexiandra would have an ally in the sea, someone to back the fleet up in case of emergency. In previous wars, the Imperial Navy had been relied upon heavily in order to carry the nation's war hopes to victory, often alone and with no external support. Super Bwitain was a nation which, until recently, had not been contacted by Alexiandran diplomatic personnel. However, both nations seemed to have simultaneously realised how potent the other could be as an ally. The basic Alexiandran war strategy had been codenamed "Operation Sword" and had originally been one of many contingency plans drawn up to serve in the event of a hostile Unitedia taking form. Now that it had, the plans were quickly revisited and the most tactically sound selected. The basic plan was for Prybeach's taskforce to sail south, hook around the tip of territory controlled by the Drakonian Imperium, and approach Unitedia from the south. Now, however, the plan would be for the taskforce to continue west, accompanied by allied Super Bwitannian forces, and neutralize all enemy naval and air assets operating in the area. This would pave the way for an allied landing on the unclaimed territory west of Unitedia's pre-war borders, where marine and amphibious forces would secure a small beachhead from which air power could be operated successfully. With the support of both naval and air assets, Alexiandran and Bwitannian ground forces could proceed with the liberation of territory that the rogue nation had occupied during its rampage.

Four Days Earlier

Alexiandran Imperial Statement
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Alexiandran Communique

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Encrypted Imperial Communication

To: The Empire of Super Bwitain
Encryption: ULTRA


Alexiandra is honoured to stand with Super Bwitain in solidarity against the Unitedian menace. For too long have the native peoples of the Varathronian mainland been unceremoniously threatened and trampled on by larger, more powerful societies. Now is the time to fight back. Enclosed are secret documents detailing the plan for an allied invasion of Unitedian territory. If this plan is agreeable to Bwitannian authorities, please reply to this message appropriately, and in a discreet manner. We are glad to have your support during this time of strife, and hope that the war will be short, swift and decisive on our part.


Signed and approved,

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Signed, Lance Wydra, Emperor of Alexiandra.
'A distinction is made in private life between what a man thinks and says of himself and what he really is and does. In historical struggles one must make a still sharper distinction between the phrases and fantasies of the parties and their real organisation and real interests, between their conception of themselves and what they really are.'

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Postby LOVE DOG » Thu Feb 16, 2012 6:28 pm

Castle Von Wolf
Graystone, Romania, the Greater Dominion Kingdom
The United Dominion


Far, far away from the coming storm that was the United Dominion’s war against those declared as monsters and cowards, a massive fortress rest in center of miles of land owned by the same person. The Master of the very nation that surrounded the borders of Graystone, a nation-state in its own right to boast its own military forces and many more things. Even now in this time of the year, there was small snow storming cutting through the lands of Graystone which bore mountain ranges, flat land and a heavy filled forest that could rival those within Varathron. Graystone, a King’s safe haven from the rest of the chaotic filled world outside its borders.

Deep within the heart of the fortress laid the office of a being, the man whom carried a dark and twisted past in his ancient mind. A fire roared the massive fireplace that all old castle’s claimed, the flames the only really light within the world. The room was filled with things from a bygone era, things dating back the Victorian age in the history of the world. Nothing really screamed out to be of the modern era other then a black laptop and handgun in pieces on a red silk towel on the top of the dark wooden desk. The man rested in the high back leather chair, his hands cleaning and oiling the parts of the hand gun.

At this time of the coming conflict, there wasn’t really anything for Jason to do but to wait. To wait to hear if the United Dominion’s opening attack was a success or a failure. To wait to see how things would move on from this day on. But when you wait, your past will slowly come back into the light. Like right now, in this dim lit nearly darken room as the man known as the Caesar of these vast land worked his hands over the parts of the handgun.

The handgun wasn’t a normal flesh out of the box one, this one had been customized with Victorian engraving on it’s slide. Bright silver looking over the dark over coating, but that wasn’t what really caught a person’s eye. Down the back of the pistol’s grip were gothic style lettering ending with what one could call a outline of a swan. The letters formed a name, a name that very few knew the true meaning to the man behind the desk. Gabriela, a name showed haunted soul to a righteous path.

His eyes froze on the name, those grey almost lifeless eyes staring at the silver letters of the name. His mind raced back to an era that wasn’t forgotten even in these modern days. And like it happened only a few days ago, his memories flooded in clearly in his mind.

Europe, 1944 Anno Domini

The history books detailed that during these very year the Dominion entered into the Second World War to face against the Axis on Her own. The reason behind this was the treatment of vampires and mutants under the watchful eyes of the Nazi Reich, following the death of those vampires caused the hired gun to leave a bloody path through the Nazi Reich. That hired gun was the Count of Transylvania, one of the founding fathers of the Dominion, later known as Caesar Jason Scotus Lupus of the United Dominion. The history books detail it that the Count turned his nation against the Nazi Reich for the reasons of the deaths of vampires and mutants, which the Count has claimed to the two branches of humankind.

But that isn’t the real truth, the real reason wasn’t known to the public across the world. Very little even known it now. A state secret that will should hopefully stay a secret because only family knew it. Details of that day that changed the outcome of the Second War weren’t the full story. But in his mind, the Count could see the whole timeline leading to one faithful and haunted day.

Being a hired soldier through his life, his very long life, as the Second World War slowly come to bring all eyes to the war, the Count of Transylvania hired himself out to the up and coming Nazi Reich. His name was false, his rank within the Waffen-SS wasn’t earned. He acted as a spy, an assassin and sometimes as commanding officers leading soldiers into battle for the Nazi Reich. But there was only one time when he aided in orders to round up all Jews within the Nazi Reich. That time still haunts his dreams.

The Count served as the commanding officer of a legion of the Waffen-SS, traveling through the Nazi Reich to wherever they were needed. Under his leadership, this legion didn’t really have an equal to the other soldiers that fought for the Reich. Clashing with the Allies as they moved across the landscape, showing no fear as they feel in combat. The Count was a soldier for hire, he did his job and never questioned himself until one day.

During a raid of village, the Count found a young woman of around twenty-three or older of age hiding in the ruins of an old farmhouse. Her hair was covered in dirt and mud, but his eyes could see she was once was blonde. Her light blue eyes filled with fear as they stared up at him, his black overcoat with the Nazi Reich armband around his arm. She was beautiful women even under the dirt and mud, but his eyes were focused on something else. Even under the dirt, the yellow star stared out at him and no matter what it declared her death sentences. He stood there, his pistol in his hand just watching her as his mind fought with itself.

Without a warning, his pistol was holstered as he dropped to a knee in front of him. He whispered something in her ear, her blue eyes slowly began to the loss the fear in them as his words flowed through her ears. He rose from his knee, turning his back to her as she did as he asked her to. She stripped to nothing but her underwear, digging a hole into the soil under the farmhouse and hiding the clothes that bore her death sentences. Wrapping his overcoat over her, the Count carried from the house and to his waiting command car.

“Burn the town! The enemy did harm to this proud German women in this very place. She will not be cursed and haunted by these ruins.” he ordered, his German flowing from his lips like it was natural, to the Waffen-SS soldiers staring at him holding this strange dirt covered woman in his arm. Some of the looks in their young eyes told the Count what they thought their commanding officer would do with this women. Their lustful eyes moved from him in the back of the sleek black command car, the Count allowing her to rest her head on his shoulder as the car moved from the town. Small fires became larger ones as the car became a dot in the distance.

Her name was Gabriela Swain, her family had been either killed by the Nazi Reich or taken to one of the camp. The Count made her his aide in camp, to handle any type of paperwork that had to filled out. To hide her under the very watchful eyes of the stalking lion, deep within its own hunting ground. He was going to get her to safety, but had to get things in order for it to fool the masses. As the days turned into weeks, there was part of him that was falling for her and the same could be said of her about him. One late night they became one, he was her first lover in this world and because the world is cruel and twisted, the only one that really loved her.

After going on mission away from the legion, the Count’s command car eased in front of his field tent and came to a stop. He had a quizzed look on his face as he took in the air, something wasn’t right and his guts twisted as he exited the car. With the noise of his car moving into the camp heading toward the motor pool staging area, the Count just stare at the flaps of his tent before moving through them. The smell hit him hard before his eyes could really take in the scene of the tent. The copper hint of blood filled the air as his eyes stared around the inside of his tent, which looked like both a bomb and a hurricane were present at the same time. But his eyes froze on something laying spread eagle in the center of the tent, trying to take in what it was. His mind knew it, but his body was frozen.

Gabriela was lifeless, dried blood from the cuts on her body caked her flesh. Her naked flesh, the only on her was a silver Star of David around her neck. The Count took in what had happened to her, taking in how her body was laying, taking in how her face was frozen in pain and fear. Taking in the words craved into her belly, so hateful as his grey nearly lifeless eyes slowly welcomed in the crimson.

From then on it was blur, the massacre of the legion of Waffen-SS in the camp, before he arrived at the border between the Nazi Reich and the Dominion covered in dried and flesh blood with the body of a young woman in his arms. From then on, the history books are correct in their details.

Castle Von Wolf
Graystone, Romania, the Greater Dominion Kingdom
The United Dominion


And like the snap of one’s finger, Jason came back to the living once again. Taking in his surrounding, his mind calmed from the painful memory as his grey eyes turned to stare at the open door of his office. A figure stood there, a female from what he could tell as his eyes adjusted to this world once again. A somewhat tall fit woman, her skin the color of bronze and her hair as dark as moonless night. Her eyes a light orange as they stared in at him. The deep purple hug her in all the right places as she moved into the room, the door closing behind her.

Nefertiti, my Countess

It was then that Jason’s mind registered a wetness running down his right cheek, his actions froze as she used a white silk napkin to wipe the blood from his cheek. She lends down and kissed his neck, before whispering in his ear.

”Use it, my love, use it.”
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Postby United World Order » Sat Feb 18, 2012 6:45 pm

In the open airfield in the western territory surrounded by wilderness the sounds of boots hitting the dry dirt with equipment passing by. Dozens of F-15s and F-22s were being fueled and armed for combat. Boxes of munitons for air to air combat were wheeled out to the jetfighters with crews wearing gray jumpsuites as they rushed to arm and fuel the planes. The pilots were also out in the airfield rushing to there respective planes as the feuling proccess was completed and jet fuel tanks were being wheeled away to the makeshift hangers. The munitons were being prepped and attached to the aircraft. Side winder missles medium and long range missles for dog fights and belts of ammunition for the vulcan mini gun turrets that were installed inside the jetfighters for close encounters with enemy aircraft. With the muntions process done with the pilots and Co Pilots rushed to there aircraft climbing inside as they got confortable and did there before flight checks on there aircraft. The dozens of fighter aircraft were now ready for takeoff as the control tower announced via radio they were clear for take off.

The roar of the aircraft as they one by one took off from the airfield into the skies. The blue cloudy skies were a normal thing to see when your a pilot inside a F-22 or F-15 fighter jet. Soon aircraft would be exploding and throwing missles at eachother and using evasive manuevers to stay alive. The pilots wore gray jump suits with a radio helmet with a attachable mask for breathing in high altitudes in the skies. The landscape below them was green and the large trees from the ground looked like green dots to the pilots flying there aircraft. The pilots knew what they were facing from intellegence reports from the UNSOC. Heavy bombers and unknown drones were heading towards them from the east from a nation called Rhodannium which Unitedia never heard of untill now. The jetfighters were ordered to target the bombers and try and avoid the drones and destroy as many bombers as possible then deal with the drones.


On the ground near where the Rhodannium Heavy bombers and drones were flying too, Patriot missle batteries and SAMs had found them and were targeting and following there every move. The Anti-Air defenses would be put to the test agaisnt these Rhodanniums who at random decided to attack. The Patriot missle batteries which were once camoflauged were now revealed as ground personnel took off the green forest colored netting and dozens of Patriot missle batteries and SAMs were being activiated to weaken or completely destroy the enemy. The ground personnel which had armed them and prepped them for fire after making there targets via radar. In complete unison a horde of Patriot missles and SAM missiles streaked into the blue cloudy sky like space rockets as they soared towards the Rodannium heavy bombers and drones.

*******



The waves of the ocean current in Unitedian territorial waters was one to behold. The clear blue skies and nice wheather made it a good day for the Defense Armadas out in sea. The hundreds of naval ships sitting in the water enjoying a good day in the sun but still ever vigilant. Constant patrols with long range drones and AWACs along with the ships radar detectors gave the sailors aboard these ships some ease. Various ships were out at sea some were very prestegious ships such as Dreadnought Flag Ship Mysterious who was one of four flag ships within the 1st Defense Armada. A standard defense armada consisted of four medium carrier groups capable of offensive and defensive measures to secure they're waters. Other presitegious ships were, UNS Carrier Prestige which was one of the rare Unitedian Super Carriers which could deliver shocking aerial support in large numbers including rotary support and was one of the man ships in the early warning system. The Strike Cruiser Midsummer Night was another prestigous ship that participated in the Unitedian-Anagonian war which Anagonia invaded Unitedia years ago and was almost destroyed but luckily made it to Unitedian harbor for repairs and was now out at sea.
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Postby LOVE DOG » Wed Feb 22, 2012 10:28 pm

"And behold, a pale horse. And he that sat on him was Death.
—And Hell followed with him..."


The world would soon be lit on fire, death and destruction would rain down from the heavens. The angels of death were coming, the beginning was coming. The players were in place, the eyes of the world were watching. The dragon that is the United Dominion was ready to strike at the heart of the enemy, this was the real first opening attack in this conflict. The one that will truly test the willpower of the enemy, test the mindset of the enemy, test the heart and soul of the enemy.

The five heavy bombers cut through the sky, staying nearly a quarter of a mile apart from one another. The Roc surrounding the gaps between their bigger aerial beasties, those unmanned drone fighters were almost a matching copy of an manned fighter, one that was designed by these United States. The Roc was the black skinned brother of the F-22 Raptors, but unlike their long lost brothers there wasn’t the risk of losing one’s live in aerial combat. The pilots of the Roc were safe back in some command center on some air bases within the United Dominion.

But there was still the lives of the men and women in the heavy bombers. The United Dominion would lose lives if one or all of them feel from the heavens in fierily deaths. The time ticked by on the broken hands of the clock of the twisted world as the aerial beasties claimed the sky at their own. Miles and miles below them, the world of the natives of this very region were the same normal things. Unknowing that the forces of the wicked were about to attacked, the largest enemy held bases close to the very edge of newly stole lands was about to get a rude awaking. The unholy dealers of death would strike fast, hard and bloody on the enemy. No mercy would be granted and in the end, the enemy would be in grief. Sixty cruise missiles would soon be launched.

Time ticked by as the first wave moved into position, nearly six hundred km from the enemy airspace. Well in the range of the cruise missiles aboard. The shadows of the storm prepared their payload, the Roc guardians moving out of the way to watch from threats. Green lights soon filled the board as a song flow over the radios of the shadows of the storm, a song by a band known as Machine Head titled as ‘Darkness Within.’

Build cathedrals to our pain
Establish monuments to attain
Freedom from all of the scars and the sins
Lest we drown in the darkness within


Those words flowed as one by one as the cruise missiles slowly came into play. One by one, they were unleashed. The enemy anti-air encampments, housing guns and SAM sites located by the Watcher system were targeted first, the rest locked on other targets like command buildings and motor pool staging areas. The shadows of the storm began the turn away, slowing and cutting wide to head back towards the safe fields of home.

Hopefully bring the enemy to the knees, praying to their Gods for mercy. But in this conflict, there will be no mercy granted to anybody until maybe the end. When nothing but ashes ruled the landscape. Missiles escape, bombers ran for home. Hopefully to bait the enemy to follow them, bring themselves to the den of the beast.

Build cathedrals to our pain
Establish monuments to attain
Freedom from all of the scars and the sins
Lest we drown in the darkness within


The Ruins of Warsaw

A city once alive with people, long destroyed by the will of one man. Ghosts rested in this city…gray ashes still rested on the ground in spot. The smell of smoke hung in the air. Stone walls collapsed on themselves…roofs have long fallen into buildings. The hulls of cars, trucks and any type of vehicles rested on these dead streets. Craters were across the city…caused by the 2008 bombing runs. Massive holes were in the walls still stand, caused by one hundred fifty millimeter SABOT rounds when Warsaw was attacked.

Some whom traveled pass this city have reported all types of crazy things…the spirits of the dead soldiers were said to haunt the surrounding area. A sad place to travel, but it stood as an example to all those cross into the path of the living legend, or some have said the living ‘god’, that is Caesar Jason Scotus Lupus, still roams the lifeless streets.

And where he walked today, as the ashes blew in the wind. He was reliving his past, his actions that were an lesson to those who crossed him. His boots echo in quiet city, all live fleeing the darkness oozing in the air. He smiled, crossing the path which lead to major showdown with between Taskforce: Caesar’s Legion and the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth Army. He stopped and closed his eyes, breathing in deeply the ash filled air. His mind open to the day…

The date was January 25th, 2008 Anno Domini. The playground was a battle torn city known as Warsaw. The city was surround, bombers running wild across the sky of the city. Bombs falling on whatever the crews wanting them to, opening up the city to the mayhem of the United Dominion Armed Forces. The cannons roared to live, creating more chaos in the cityscape. The 1st Blood Wolves of the UDAF, the 4th Raptors of the UDAF, the 6th Soul Tigers of the UDAF pushed into the city on all sides. Supported by forces from the military orders of the United Dominion, the Twin Dragon Legion and the Legion of the Iron Cross.

In a flash, with more showmanship via the teleportation abilities of the mutant Nijo with help from an unknown being, Taskforce: Caesar’s Legion arrived and surveyed the scene in front of them. Caesar Jason dressed in his normal all black cowboy uniform, armed to the teeth. His Legion were of his closest allies, members of the Fallen and the Elite, and others.

The film crews picking up the beings of the Fallen…the Beast, the Grave Digger, the Madness, Warmonger and Legion. Of the Elite, those of the Black Wolves, were the Sinn Brothers, Kojiki and Fujin…the twins of Havoc and Chaos…War and Nijo. Soldiers of the WW Legion hovered around the pack, side-by-side with demon spawn and brutes.

Caesar smiled and raised his hand, charging into the city. His Legion at his back…

Eight hours have passed since the start, since the bloodbath had began. No prisoner were to be taken, all souls were to be taken. Kill was the order given, kill however you liked and do the job right. Blood ran down the street through the dust from the bombs. The city still rocked from the bombs being dropped, an example was being made.

Caesar Jason rounded a corner, his body littered with cuts and holes. Dried blood and even flesh covered parts of his body. Dust, grim and who knows what covered him head-to-toe. A cigar hung in his lips, smoking blowing out of the gap. A stick of T-N-T in his right hand, and an AK-47 in his left hand with butt of the stock broken off. He froze, eyeing what laid in front of him. Loyal soldiers of the PLC Army, protecting the last legs to their fearless leader. One of the men whom caused this war to start.

A hundred or more souls rested in front of him, the fear rolling off of their skin. Escaping their pores, as their guns lined up on the Count. On the demon of their nightmares, coming to ripe into their souls. Knowing all is well that his eyes could read their faces. Death was coming as the smoke escaped his lips. The T-N-T flew as the AK barked its unholy sound. Soldiers were torn into pieces, by bullets and power of T-N-T.

A tank fired, he leaped and turned the AK into a flying weapon. Spinning end over end at PLC dog, the scene grew fast and strong. Return fire screaming down range. A soldier scream in pain, the AK sticking through his chest. Bullets tracking behind Caesar Jason, escaping into the darkness of an ally.

The fun of this day was only starting in this area, the howl of incoming bombers lit the street aflame. Fire roll down the street, the screams grew louder. Pain had come to this city. The sins of this city was being punished, the wicked ones were running wild through the city. All was not well within these streets…

Stepping out of the alley, Caesar Jason slowly moved to the center of the street…his eyes scanning the chaos caused by the short bombing run. The heat still in the air, the smell of burning flesh entering his noses. A grim smile across his lips as he walked past half living bodies of once men. He was joined by two souls, the Madness dripping in blood and the armored beast known as Warmonger. Pain would come…the fun wasn’t over.

The haunted city of Warsaw passed by as Caesar came back into the real world, the world of pain and violence. Memories can’t cause you pain or make you bleed. Memories aid in your state of mind, giving you a point to learn from your mistakes. The memories of the mayhem and death in Warsaw would aid greatly to the coming conflict. Pain would come stronger and faster with these memories, bring them upon the enemies’ heads.

Caesar smiled, walking into former manor of Lord Chancellor Wisniowiecki, a man who he personally torn his throat out using his fangs. The manor was semi-damaged, mostly bullet holes in the walls. Pictures of Wisniowiecki and his family were still around the house, almost like nothing ever happened. Jason paused at the front door, a smile on his face as he slowly turned. A figure stood ten feet away from him, a small petite, feminine form with a black hooded long coat.

“My dear, what a lovely day to plot the downfall of a nation’s soul.” said Jason, watching as the hooded figure lower her hood. Her face had the charm of a lady in her first steps of womanhood, but her eyes told a story of many years. “I have something only your boys and girls can do. The black hand of legion needs to something for the greater good of the United Dominion.”

The girl, Elizabeth Draegon AKA ‘Baby Jane’, was the commanding head of something that was a myth within the United Dominion and the world alike. The so-called shadow man of everyone’s nightmares, the mythical Black Legion. Hunters of the hunted, mostly dealing with anti-rebellion operations in secret. A hand that acts without higher control. A hand that acts on its own.

“An example needs to be told to the world, my dear darling, and to the pests of this so-called 'United Order of the World'” said Jason, pausing to spit at the thought of another Fascist claiming order over the world. “Hunt those within our pure lands down who bear claim to a meek Unitedian. The so-called 'United Order of the World' has by now got its first taste of the United Dominion already, your legion will give them another taste of what type of Hell we can caused.”

He turned back around, moving through the door into the hallway. Knowing she would already gone, Caesar eased down the ash and dirt covered hallway as a wall of deep purple and dark gray smoke slowly began forming. The sound of his boots hitting the marble floor echoed off the walls as the smoke grew thick around him. A wind blew through the open door, clear the smoke and the hallway was empty of all living souls. The Angel of Death was gone…
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Postby United World Order » Sat Feb 25, 2012 9:48 am

"The Sounds of War Rage Amongst Us..."




The enemy... the cowards they were had launched a small amount of basic cruise missles at different positions in the Western Territory. The Anti-Aircraft emplacements, the ones that were uncamoflauged had taken heavy damages and were a lost cause to try and repair. They're were still more Anti-Aircraft emplacements but would stay unactivated for now as the other cruise missles had struck parts of the wilderness and several outposts. The damages were slightly horrific but a sacrifice it was for the regime. Men and women had died in the attacks but all was to be known when war was amongst the people of Unitedia casualties would happen. The outposts were abandoned soon after because of the horrific damage with the remaining troops that survived which was a large bulk of them, moved to different outposts or bases around the territory. Something needed to be done and something was going to be done. The western territory had some tricks up it's sleeves. A Radar Jamming facility was established to disrupt enemy radar signals making them blind without harming they're own radar signals. The Facility was on high alert and had activated it's radar jamming capabilites agaisnt the enemy of drones and bombers, The enemy in the sky would soon be a blind enemy.

Meanwhile in the very same skies the approaching F-22s and F-15s had been notified they're enemy was to be a blind enemy thanks to the radar jamming facility. The pilots hoped this worked as they were fast approaching the enemy. They're would be hell to pay for this cowardness and it would be paid in blood and destruction. The formation of aircraft split up in several different formations in the sky. The aircraft had armed they're missles long before and were ready to face the threat. It was time, the formations spotted scattered amounts of bombers and the drones as they accelerated they're aircraft foward towards the enemy. The first F-22 which was in the lead formation, the tip of the triangle formation was locking on to a single drone. The pilot waited as on his screen the target indication cross hairs blinked red as he fired two medium ranged ARMRAAM missles towards the drone. The other formations took action picking they're targets wheather it be drones or bombers. The missles were fired as they streaked towards they're targets. It was there time. The enemy would pay.

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Postby LOVE DOG » Sun Feb 26, 2012 10:29 pm

At around three hundred km the aerial assault of the United Dominion were fully turned around, the shadows of the storm taking a lot more air to cover for the turn around. The same spacing for the tactical fall back were in place, the aerial The five bombers way ahead of their guardians, pushing their engines to get back to the safety of Dominion airspace. The living and breathing pilots using the unmanned crafts as a shield, the Roc forming up with four at a V formation and the last one about a football field behind them. You know, the last five Roc were the minnow on the end of the hook used by a fisherman. Weapons and counter measures readied and prepared to launch against the enemy. Each one registering a little under sixty thousand feet as the ceiling of their flight back to home, only five thousand feet below what the Roc or their manned brothers the F-22 could safety fly at.

However the outcome of this first opening attack between the United Dominion and the Fascist Order to the East, the United Dominion could only lose the lives on a small number of people if they were shot down. In total, the only lives that walked the edge of darkness and the light were ten people that have signed up to die for their nation. Ten people was all the United Dominion would lose, those lives would be treated as heroes by those whom call themselves ‘Dominionites.’ But only the Weavers of the Fate would know the outcome of this wild and wacky road of life.

And like a foolish fish, the bait was taken by the enemy bearing down upon the aerial beasties of the United Dominion. Like moths to the flame they came baring teeth and coming without a care, deep into the madness of a plan they came. Back within the safety of a Dominion airbase, the pilots and gunners of the twenty five Roc fighters smiled inside of their mock cockpits based somewhat on the Raptor’s set up. In full gear with helmet with their own head up display systems, these men and women couldn’t be touched by the enemy unless came into the den of the beast.

Those under the control of the rear elements, those five Roc fighters were the closest to the enemy fighters coming in to avenge the lives of their countrymen whom were punished for their crimes against innocent beings. The last five system’s klaxon came to live, calling in a lock from the rear. The game was hard one for nobody fought fair anymore as the Watcher system high above in the orbit of this twisted world started to focus in on the soon to come aerial combat. As the klaxon ring, the five shadows of the storm nearly two and a half football fields ahead pushed upwards in the air as the Roc drone fighters calming awaited their turn in this aerial chess game.

Missiles launched as the last five fighters’ klaxon rang and rang in the mock cockpits, the gunners calmly waiting for the right time to unleash counter measures against the enemy as the pilots watched through the cameras dotted across their crafts to the world traveling around them. The rear of the V formation in front of them moving to the left or right diving as they turned, the second part of the V formation doing the same time but they pushed upwards in their turns. The last of the V formation pushed forwards, their pilots watching at the shadows of the storm rose ahead of them in to the sky as they pushed to a higher ceiling height. Them shadows of the storm could safety travel up to a hundred and sixty thousand feet above the green and blue world below.

The game was at hand, the players waiting and ready as the pawns moved into place as the counter measures were used at the last moment as the other Roc fighters were nearly the end of their turn around. The unmanned crafts shot forwards at the enemy crafting baring down on them, their gunners looking for locks as their pilots pushed them into aerial combat.

”Fuck!” came across the radio channel linking the Roc fighters to each other. “We’re out of this fight. Happy hunting.”

Three of the Roc fell from the sky with a trail of flames, spinning towards the ground below as the pilots and gunners took off their helmets in their mock cockpits back at base. The screen in front of them changing to a live top fed from the Watcher system of the aerial combat. The attacking elements of the Roc engaging the enemy, moving like crazy people without a care for their lives. Watching as Vympel R-77 missiles flew from the internal bays of the Roc to attack whomever they had in their sights.

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Postby The Automail State » Fri Mar 02, 2012 9:59 am

Fortress Automailia
The Tower


For decades nothing had moved ... nothing had stirred within the lands of Automailia. It stood as a monument to the sins and follies of human nature, as a monolith to the desperation of men put in unyielding circumstances. Its massive factories, their smoke stacks stretched high in the pollution choked skies, stood as a testament to the slow rot of a civilisation that existed upon the basis of human dignity, that was fueled by the hopes of its people. Those souls now toiled beneath those darkened skies completely ignorant of the world around them, their minds were blank, slabs of nothingness upon which the propaganda of the Supreme State was given life, their bodies were harsh, cracked things to which little concern was given by their uncaring overseers. They were a resource in the grand scheme of things their worth was pitiful and only because they were capable of hard labour or menial taks were they allowed to continue breathing. Each day their existance could suddenly end, almost at random, without cause or justifcation -- or even the hint of either. This was a Kravenic Client State -- a cog within the vast construct of the Supreme State founded by the melicious Father and sustained by the brutality of the Reichsmarshal Helghan. Every hour of every day was not marked with the sounds of church bells, or chimming of electronics -- but with the sounds of automatic gunfire that told of unscheduled executions, done in the name of Thought Purity. Within the Client State there was no freedom: no personal freedoms, no political freedoms, no civil freedoms.

These things had long since been abandoned in the name of an ideal propagated by Father and still carried on, if only in loving memory, by the Kommadant. Absolute Unification was what it had been called and it was an the guiding principle for the Automailian Client State whom had chosen it corrupting influence years ago as a means to an end. Utter brutality, complete state-control, and a loss of individualism all in the name of global unification upon the promise that once it was achieved that all would be returned to normal ... that peace and prosperity would be restored. Automailia was the perfect example of a carefully planned, well coordinated, and perfectly executed subversion campaign launched by Kraven decades ago when the blood spilled in its own coming of age had yet to dry upon the ground. Kravenic Agents had infiltrated Automailian society that for all intents and purposes was a relatively peaceful, liberal, and tolerate civilisation that yearned simply for liberty and cooperation. Those ideals were twisted slowly ... years upon years, as a million pawns were moved into carefully preordained positions while hundreds more died ingloriously in back alleys, in their homes, or upon foreign battlefields. The Automailian State slowly took control all the while with an iron fist wrapped in velvet -- its political leaders easily corrupted by the promises of power that the Agents offered. Their society fell into a cultural revolution unlike any seen before it -- the family unit was deconstructed, religion was despised, freedom was perverted, and basic humans rights strained. This was fueled further by multiple, unsustainable wars across thousands of miles of water in lands so foreign and hostile that the Automailian Military was slowly ground into submission.

The Agents found something akin to emotion when they stood above the chaos and madness of Automailia. It streets were littered with human debris: people ran wildly and freely, sexual acts occuring within the streets themselves, riots and looting were the norm with local administrations and police paralyzed by restrictive laws. All who opposed this were discredited, their names smeared and they were shamed into exile -- those who took it a step further, with proper evidence, and were quickly preparing to blow the whistle were silenced. In the midst of this insecurity, this pure insanity, there was a growing need for safety. The Agents made the Automailians an offer that was bitter but necessary -- the Automailians would submit to the authority of the Agents true masters, the Kraven Corporation, in exchage they would be given a place of relative power and prestige within the new world order. With power on their minds, and their souls black as night they willingly -- eagerly sacrificed their, and their people's, freedom. None of them, of coarse, were allowed to live. Even the Agents who masterminded the operation were spared -- they exhibited emotions, showing that the entire endeavour had slowly erroded their careful brainwashing.

When the Capitol Police marched through the streets of Automailia, putting down the meagre resistance that they met -- a relatively unknown figure was placed in absolute command of the new Client State. His name was Stefan Stepanov, a completely unknown figure within Automailian society who had no connections to either the Agents, the previous government, or even Kravenic supporters. Why Father placed him in charge was never disclosed, and after the super computer was destroyed by Helghan -- the truth was lost. Helghan's leadership was tolerated at best, even though Stepanov was still an ardent believer in Absolute Unification as prescribed by Father. To survive the purges that Helghan ordered upon his entombment within the Obsidian Throne, Stepanov made every move possible to remain pure and thanks to that and his already powerful position was able to survive unhindered by Helghan's brutal judgement.

Since then Stepanov had quietly built a powerbase around himself within the unnoticed lands of Automailia -- Helghan's attention was turned towards his own recovery and the reestablishment of the Kravenic power-base within Gholgoth. When Kraven had made its move in Gholgoth it had sent orders to Automailia to begin mobilisation to assist it -- these orders had been quietly disobeyed, although not outright. The Kommadant had no intention of building Helghan's own power at the expense of his resources. He searched for a reasonable excuse to not join Kraven and found an unwitting pawn in his eastern neighbors of the United World Order. They had made claims upon lands that were Automailian by right, and upon lands that were, as of it yet, unclaimed or disputed.

Under the blanket of smog and the choking stink of pollution the Battalions were slowly, carefully mobilized. The Birthing Facilities had already been working at maximum capacity, they were pushed even harder for the need for Capitol Police was becoming desperate. Once the die was cast, once the invasion of Unitedia was commenced there was no going back. Varathron would be willing to let this Slave State, his Slave State, take care of their precieved enemies in Unitedia -- and to any sane man, his movement against them was madness. They shared a similar style of government and while the Supreme State technically proclaimed that all nations, friend and foe, would submit to it one day; gaining allies especially for a war effort was not unheardof. In fact Helghan was following this line of thinking in Gholgoth by joining with Ralkovia and Vetalia. The reasoning for taking down Unitedia was pure and simple, it would be a vetting for the both of them. If Unitedia fell quickly then it was weak in the first place and merely a soft meat shield against the rest of the region -- if it stood its ground, then it would cut away the dead weight that Automailia no doubt carried.

Automailian - United Border


Kommandant General Belken stood unmoving within the concrete and steel reinforced bunker that passed as a very spartan command post, even by Automailian standards. His attention was completely fixed upon the slow movements that had been occuring on the border -- the Unitedians of coarse had men on the otherside, for only a fool would leave their borders unguarded even if surronded by peaceniks. His only concern was with the troop concentrations on his side of the line, they had been growing slowly over the past six years. Weather or not Kraven had moved when it did, or Unitedia for that matter, this invasion was years in the making. Absolute Unification would be achieved -- at any cost.

'Kommadant General,' spoke a Capitol Police trooper next to him, his voice almost sounding automaton, 'Final movements are completed.'

Belkan said nothing nor showed any sign that he had even acknowledged the statement. His face was hidden by the red specticles of the Capitol Police mask-helmet that he wore at all times. He had seen his face once ... years ago, but had long since forgotten what he looked like. His eyes scanned across the screens one more time -- quadruple checking every placement, every ammunition depot, every reinforcement Battalion, the lines of attack, and probable lines of strategic relocation and enemy counter-attack. All things must be given consideration, even the need to relieve one self of enemy pressure.

'Confirmed. Begin offensive measures,' he spoke curtly, 'Execute Protocol 23.8.45.788/19.'

The border between Automailia and Unitedia began hell-on-earth barely eighteen seconds later as millions of tons of artillery fire broke out from the Automailian side of the border. Unguided missiles were simply thrown almost half-heartedly into the Unitedian lines, their troop concentrations were targetted by precision weaponry employed with anti-infantry shells to maximize damage and losses. The Capitol Police Battalions had long sat behind the barb-wire and landmine choked fence-lines on their side of the border, they now charged across the no-man's land with little concern for their own safety knowing full well that at any moment the enemy would begin to return fire ... no matter how shocked they were. Capitol Police did move with some mind to the tactical needs as they used the crators formed by the initial bombardment to leap-frog their units as best they could. The skies over the border was also darkened by the massive deployment of interceptor aircraft, tactical and strategic bombers, and low-altitude infantry support aircraft. They had long ago selected pre-designated targets on the Unitedian side of the border -- principly ammunition and supply depots, bridges that could be used for their retreat, air bases, and more.

The war that had started in Gholgoth ... now bleeds within Varathron.

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Postby United World Order » Fri Mar 02, 2012 8:47 pm

"They...they came out of nowhere, i've never seen so much firepower thrown at us at once..." Annomyous Solider from the Frontlines of Automailia.


The Unitedian frontlines which was the border with Automailia experienced hell on earth for the first few minutes of the slightly unexpected massive barrage of artillery and missles. This unexpected well cooridnated attack revealed how prepared the Automailians were for this conflict. When the barrage had ended and the sound of Capitol Police battalions charging across no mans land with no care in the world. The Unitedians were quickly regrouping and licking their wounds and launching they're own response to this chaotic attack. Hundreds of Unitedians were killed in the inital barrage with it being so cooridnated. Depots and fortifications were severely damaged or destroyed. With the barrage having ended and some of the fortifications and ect were still in tact, dozens of Unitedian MG nests opened fire on the advancing Capitol Police forces charging through no mans land. Unitedian soliders in their fortified trench systems opened fire unleashing a barrage of lead on their enemy. Elements of the 56th Mobile Artillery Core Battalion and the 52nd Mobile Artillery Core Battalion having GPS capabilites from unmanned combat drones in the skies dodging Automailian aircraft that darkend the skies, they unleashed a barrage of artillery and unguided missles to match the Automailian barrage that started it all.

In the skies ripping through the darkness of the onslaught, F-22 raptors and F-15 jetfighters soared towards the Automailian aircraft in numbers to match as sidewinder missles and other air to air munitions that could be launched at them from jetfighters were. JSF stealth fighters accompined them aswell bringing terror to the advancing Capitol Police battalions, they launched cooridnated attacks with cluster bombs and incidenary munitions. Some had broke off and were attacking Capitol Police armor units that might be giving their ground troops protection by striking them with JDAMs and anti-armor munitions. B-2 bombers were also launched with the jetfighters and JSF stealthfighters, they were attempting to target Capitol Police artillery pieces with cruise missles and JDAMs being thrown at them. Along with the aerial and ground counter attacks, all the intellegence they needed were being taken from orbiting military sattalites that were rerouted to the battle on the border. AWACs and unmanned drones thus got this information from UNSOC operators analyzing the data intellegence then streaming it to them.

Several hidden Unitedian Armor units were massing behind the border for a offensive agaisnt Automailia. This had been a quick decision made by several high ranking officers that were their themselves. UNSOC had begun gathering intellegence with their own sattalites as they were collecting data to use to spearhead the offensive into Automailia once the Automailian assault was quelled. The Unitedian home front had been on overdrive in the numerous War factories that belonged to many corporations big on military hardware. Small arms, tanks, aircraft and ect were being produced in mass numbers to fill the stomach of the war machine. It was now turning it's eyes to Automailia and would soon let out it's undying roar apon them.

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Fighter after fighter went up in flames and spiraled down to earth in a ball of flames. The drones had been chased by the F-22s and F-15s back to their own airspace. The F-22 and F-15 formations were depleteing little by little by the drone missles that were launched at them. The formations were regrouping as they stalked the drones like flies trying to stick close and keep lock on them as they launched a barrage of missles once they locked on to a proper target. Air command back on the Western Territory wanted them to divert away back to friendly airspace apon hearing a well cooridnated attack launched by Automailia. The formations having already unleashed a barrage on their foes turned tail and flew away from them. Leaving them to whatever was left of the drones after all the missles were gone.

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