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by Libertarian Governance » Tue Jul 24, 2012 12:39 am
by Olwean Renaissance » Tue Jul 24, 2012 10:55 am
by The Vorindun » Wed Jul 25, 2012 10:26 am
by The Vorindun » Wed Jul 25, 2012 10:35 am
by Allanea » Wed Jul 25, 2012 12:40 pm
by Unilisia » Wed Jul 25, 2012 1:58 pm
The Vorindun wrote:There were now only a small scattering of cowering Imperial Youth, hiding as best as they could from the enemy. Gradually, however, as the fighting ended and the smoke cleared, they put up their hands and left the shelter.
"We surrender. Don't harm us!" one of the officers, smelling of piss and other bodily functions through his sweat-soaked uniform, shouted at the foe.
They naturally expected to be spared.
Tiami wrote:I bow before the mighty Uni.
Lackadaisical2 wrote:If it shocked Uni, I know I don't want to read it.
You win.
Kylarnatia wrote:Steep hill + wheelchair + my lap - I think we know where that goes ;)
Katganistan wrote:That is fucking stupid.
L Ron Cupboard wrote:He appears to be propelling himself out of the flames with explosive diarrhea while his mother does jazz hands.
Mike the Progressive wrote:Because women are gods, men are pigs, and we, the males, deserve to all be castrated.
Neo Arcad wrote:Uni doesn't sleep. She waits.
Lunatic Goofballs wrote:Collector: "Why are these coins all sticky?"
by Libertarian Governance » Wed Jul 25, 2012 9:53 pm
by The Vorindun » Thu Jul 26, 2012 12:02 am
Allanea wrote:The Allaneans understood the implications of the surrender rapidly. They offered the enemy a very simple choice:
You will either swear loyalty to your lawful ruler, and fight under his banner against the slaver menace, or you will be placed into prisoner of war camps. Your choice.
by The Vorindun » Thu Jul 26, 2012 12:12 am
Unilisia wrote:The Vorindun wrote:There were now only a small scattering of cowering Imperial Youth, hiding as best as they could from the enemy. Gradually, however, as the fighting ended and the smoke cleared, they put up their hands and left the shelter.
"We surrender. Don't harm us!" one of the officers, smelling of piss and other bodily functions through his sweat-soaked uniform, shouted at the foe.
They naturally expected to be spared.
The Commandant walked towards the surrendering soldier, lifting him by the nape of his neck with one hand and looking into his eyes.
"If your commander is alive, bring him to me. Tell him that Voryx wants a word with him." He dropped the child officer to the ground, looking down from his high vantage point, then looked at the rest of the Imperial Youth survivors as they were rounded up by Sanguinis Guards.
"As for the rest of you... it's simple. You're coming with us. You've lost the war."
by Unilisia » Thu Jul 26, 2012 3:11 am
The Vorindun wrote:
Company Leader Nevitta Arbetio realized quickly how many were dead, and judging from where the man had been....he could not be alive. He was dead, either in Heaven or in Hell. Probably the former, due to his zeal for God and Country. Did they not fight for the forces of good against the wicked? These heathen would pay for this, but if so, why had they lost? This created a moment of panic and anxiety, as it occurred to him that he might actually have been wrong.
"Sir, I am now the senior officer alive. My superiors are all dead. Is the war really over, already? What's to become of us?"
His prior courage to stand and fight was gone, as he now realized that he was a captive of the hated and feared Unilisians, along with his men. He had heard stories, many of them reinforced by the State propaganda machine. Unilisians were portrayed as demons from Hell itself. Of course, the drawback of such rhetoric was the sheer panic created by this "Satanic' enemy, now that he had lost to them......
Tiami wrote:I bow before the mighty Uni.
Lackadaisical2 wrote:If it shocked Uni, I know I don't want to read it.
You win.
Kylarnatia wrote:Steep hill + wheelchair + my lap - I think we know where that goes ;)
Katganistan wrote:That is fucking stupid.
L Ron Cupboard wrote:He appears to be propelling himself out of the flames with explosive diarrhea while his mother does jazz hands.
Mike the Progressive wrote:Because women are gods, men are pigs, and we, the males, deserve to all be castrated.
Neo Arcad wrote:Uni doesn't sleep. She waits.
Lunatic Goofballs wrote:Collector: "Why are these coins all sticky?"
by The Vorindun » Thu Jul 26, 2012 8:23 am
by Allanea » Thu Jul 26, 2012 9:59 am
by Ralkovia » Thu Jul 26, 2012 10:56 am
Kirav wrote:This is NationStates. Our Jews live in Ralkovia.
Maudlnya wrote:You guys talking about Ralkovia?
*mutters something about scariness up to 11*
Releign wrote:Leningrad Union: Help me against Ralkovia
That's a Jew octopus with a machine gun.
I think I will pass.
by Libertarian Governance » Thu Jul 26, 2012 11:58 pm
by The Vorindun » Sun Jul 29, 2012 4:11 pm
by The Vorindun » Sun Jul 29, 2012 4:18 pm
Ralkovia wrote:(I'm going to assume that Isaac Shimmel, my diplomat, would be meeting with some of your leaders at this point Vorindun.)
Isaac watched, his face void of all emotions. He had been sent here to negotiate a military alliance with the Vorindians. Then right as the deal would have gone through, the regime suffered a military coup, switching itself over to a Nazi government. While it was true it had only lasted for a short time period, Raskov had wiped his hands, not wanting to deal with them any longer. Then, the Allaneans came, descending like a pack of wild monkeys, throwing their proverbial 'shit' all over the place.
The government didn't even have a semblance of control anymore, Ralkovian reports had already stated that fact from the very beginning. A propped up government built on the backs of unloyal servants lasted only as long as outside pressure didn't exist. Ralkovia was now facing a total loss scenario, losing a potential ally and slave state meant that the Ralkovians were truly going to be alone in the World. For as long as other slave states existed, Ralkovia had its own line of defense. Picking and choosing which battles it would join and fight in. Now it was all gone. Somewhere in the Raskovian enforced isolation, the Allaneans and other anti-slavers had cut down dozens of slave states.
Ralkovia would not throw away slavery and Ralkovia would not leave Vorindun without at least securing some sort of future. Isaac turned to face a few of the Vorindians behind them. If they felt fear, it was hidden behind blank faces. He only nodded his head, the same way a father might when he found out his son had broken some family memento. Sad and disappointing.
"Your country is lost, your soldiers will surrender, and your all going to hang at the end of an Allanean rope," Shimmel said, still staring at each man's face, waiting for a reaction. "However, Ralkovia still remains. It's land still as strong as ever. It's people still loyal and loving to its eternal leader, Emperor Raskov. The land I return to still has hope, something that you and your kind have none of. Governments come and go, people disappear, die, and fade away into the history books. Your chapter in the history books will be little more than a page. A page that condemns your names, forever spitting on your corpses. You'll be buried in a potter's field. Not even a plaque to let others remember. The actions that you took, shitted on and made villainous. Ralkovia, Ralkovia has never faced that. Each Emperor's name immortalized and remembered for eternity. From Aaron the First to Zion the Eighth. All seven millenia of our history recorded. When you die, so does your history. However, what I offer is a greater return. Guaranteed safety, guaranteed security, and a chance to make sure that those filthy moralist do not have a chance to enslave and rape your children and then convince them that the Vorindun were the wrong ones. So then...I ask a simple question...who will remain here to be cornered like rats and hung out for slaughter? and who will come with me?"
Isaac simply watched, watched the Vorindun men and silently judged.
by The Vorindun » Sun Jul 29, 2012 4:27 pm
Libertarian Governance wrote:With the surrender of the enemy soldiers, Sabinum and Pertinax were quickly secured. Bureau 24 commandos and Medusa units fanned out across the area looking for those slavers, police, government officials who hadn't had the good sense to give up when the chance was offered. The men and women now hunting these thugs were not interested in prisoners but came to exact vengeance.
Combat engineers worked furiously to put together four aluminum runways for the cargo jets even now on their way to the city from Libertarian Governance. Jets carrying troops, equipment and relief supplies. While they worked the two divisions prepared to move deeper into the country. They formed their line facing Sicula and Saint-Paul, the next targets on the Free Republic's list. As they did carrier based aircraft and those from Flavium staged strikes against enemy positions around Sicula and Saint-Paul.
The Bureau 24 commando who had spoken to the enemy troops on the beach now met with LGDF officers and the officers of the former enemy. The meeting was in a tent along one of the firebases established by the troops on the outskirts of Sabinum. The interior was filled with computers and video monitors showing satellite maps of the enemy held area along with occasional video streams from aircraft gun cameras and those of guided weaponry.
Now, I am going to need a few more of your soldiers to guard the cities here. Keep the people calm, assure them that food and supplies are on the way. I will also need your troops to help in the effort to find any regime loyalist, slavers and their kind. Any person who provides information leading to the freedom of any slave will be paid a bounty of twenty five hundred Gold Coin. Any person providing information leading to the death of a slaver or other regime loyalist will be provided twenty five hundred Gold Coin. Make sure your troops get the word out.
As for the attack on the Sicula and Saint-Paul, the one eighteenth will form the center of our assault. Your men will form to the right and the left with a small contingent clearing out any anti-tank weapons as the mechanized unit advances. The one thirty secondth will strike along their right flank.
We will have ample air support for the destruction of these scumbags. To insure coordination I will embed one of my agents with each of your officers. They will handle the close air support duties and make sure we can communicate effectively. We will attack in one day.
by Ralkovia » Sun Jul 29, 2012 4:31 pm
Kirav wrote:This is NationStates. Our Jews live in Ralkovia.
Maudlnya wrote:You guys talking about Ralkovia?
*mutters something about scariness up to 11*
Releign wrote:Leningrad Union: Help me against Ralkovia
That's a Jew octopus with a machine gun.
I think I will pass.
by The Vorindun » Sun Jul 29, 2012 10:48 pm
Ralkovia wrote:"No need too. However, you are about to receive dual citizenship to our glorious nation for the purposes of this trip," Isaac said, looking to one of the Death Guard, who carried with him a small notebook. "We'll be doing this on the fly however, so you'll need to start walking."
The Death Guard began to read from the book, first in Raljovkavak, the language of the Royal Family and Nobles. Menacingly harsh sounding words, hateful and despicable in their sounds. "Kravakov Kovvakwagga, Kremester, krushaka Avakchattore."
The sounds flowed naturally out of the harsh mouth of Ralkovian Death Guard as he moved with the group. Pausing for a few seconds, before continuing. This time the language seemed softer, less guttural then before. That would be recognized as Rajkova, the language of the Ralkovian Commoners. After he finished speaking, he paused again, before finally reading it in English.
"In my personage, for eternal times, I hold the Emperor of Ralkovia as the ruler of Ralkovia. His body is the state, his soul, the people. We accept his strength and worship it as our own. We relinquish our claim to the ignorance of our life. He who is master, we recognize. We who love him, hold him close. His ideology perfect, his body a sanctuary, his heart the key to the Heavens. We forever fall beholden to his requests, knowing that he knows the future and the will of G-d. I hereby humbly recognize the Emperor of Ralkovia as my leader," the Death Guard said, finishing his words up.
Already the Ralkovians were getting ready to leave Vorindun. Soon they would return to the Homeland, where an Emperor was waiting with a smile on his face.
by The Vorindun » Sun Jul 29, 2012 11:34 pm
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