The Last Days of an Empire[FINISHED]

by **The Grand Duchy Of Nova Capile** » Sat May 28, 2016 9:51 am

Großherzog Burg

Major Ralf Kanies stood at the corner of a concrete emplacement, a towering anti-aircraft gun behind him. Twelve Stoßschutz soldiers, mostly from the Kaiserreich Korps, stood around. Half were alert and stoic, determined not to suffer the scorn the Royal Guards had when they failed to protect the Royal Family. The others milled around, laughing, talking, and playing cards. Suddenly the major's radio buzzed to life, and the noticeably different accent of the German troops came through. As Ralf listened to the message he frantically gestured for the twelve soldiers to grab their rifles and follow him, and started running down the steep, grassy hill towards the first security checkpoint.

In a minute Kanies saw the checkpoint in front of him; two large German tanks loomed ahead, and in front of them a screen of German soldiers, blocking out most of the large black vans that were in front of them. A few Capilean soldiers has rushed to the scene, and now stood, bemused, waiting for one of their officers to arrive. The major pushed through them and then the German troopers, his men following behind him. He glanced around at the scene. A dozen or so Spektronian agents, a dead body, and of course the contingent of German soldiers. "Arrest them," Kanies ordered. Instantly the twelve Stoßschutz soldiers, quickly joined by the other Capileans that were there, stepped forward to restrain and arrest the Spektronians.

The Grand Duke bowed himself out and then slowly wound his way through the cold stone corridors and staircases of the castle towards his chambers. He saw the Chancellor's son, Alex, coming towards him and stopped for a quick word. "Oh yes, I could meet with you and your father after breakfast tomorrow. I am glad to hear that that madman has been arrested. Hopefully justice will be served. Goodnight." Hans smiled at the Vice-Chancellor and then continued towards his bedroom. He heard more shouts and bickering from the dining hall, and was glad he had left. Now to get some rest.

Crown Prince Klaus did not like confrontation. As such, when the Spektronian and German delegations began a shouting contest, he meekly sat and looked at his feet, occasionally taking a bite of the roasted duck in front of him. Finally he stood. "Sirs, surely we should avoid all of this infighting. If Florian is dead, then-" He was interrupted by a young Capilean officer, who burst through the two oak doors at the far end of the hall, raised his arm in a quick salute, and then walked up to Klaus and whispered something into his ear. "Ah. It appears that we are in the midst of arresting the Spektronians who killed Florian. Hopefully we can interrogate them and get to the bottom of this matter."

Swochtenburg Airfield

The captain, perspirating nervously, quickly answered Viktoria's questions as he lead her to the car. "Oh, of course not, your majesty. I can arrange for more transport, and your security staff can follow you as soon as it arrives." He turned and made a quick hand gesture to the company of soldiers. One pulled out a radio and began to request more cars. The officer then addressed her other concern. "Yes, I am afraid you have a few hours' drive ahead of you. But you could stop, to rest or eat, along the way. The many noble families of Nova Capile would be happy to host you." He stood back as the car began to move. His one brush with royalty had been brief, and rather disappointing, but he smiled and bowed after the princess.

Camp Alpha

Terry Blücher listened to Alexei's thoughts on the tyrant, and concurred. "Yes, we should keep him around." Suddenly the man's radio burst to life, with faint voices occasionally cutting through the thick static. "They're probably some sympathizers trying to join us. Though it could be a trap. I'll send out eight men, well armed, to capture them. Send some of your people, if you want." Blücher pulled out his own radio and talked into it for a few minutes, and before long eight men, stocked with assault rifles, grenades, and plenty of ammunition, trooped out of the ramshackle camp, towards the radio signal.

Cargo Ship

Günther sat, tied up, in the pirates' ship. Really a fancy ship for silly raiders. Fancy equipment too. The young man knew his hair was ruffed, and wished he could straighten it, but unfortunately he was tied down. He looked up at the guard next to him and spoke up. "You had better not hurt me! My father is very wealthy- he's friends with the Duke! And if you do anything to me, he'll- he'll make sure you all get locked up, or even better, killed!" He wondered what had happened to his crew members, but he didn't really care. All he cared about was making it out alive.

Near Colditz

Von Sydow began relaying his knowledge of the Communists to his American counterpart. He knew that they were somewhere in the North-East, probably close to Benwes. There weren't a lot of them anymore, but they were well equipped and trained. King Foley had also gone missing in that area, and policemen in Raus were still looking for him. Hopefully he would turn up- hopefully no one had taken him.

by **Topkekkia** » Sat May 28, 2016 11:17 am

Camp Alpha, Nova Capile

"Aye, I'll send someone with before I leave," said Alexei. He poked his nose out of the shed, to see Roman working with a rebel on knife fighting on the other side of the clearing. Bits of their conversation filtered across.
"No, stab like this..."
"But that doesn't make..."
"Yes it does. See, if you..."
Alexei decided to interrupt them.
"Hey Roman!"
"What?" came his response, calm and unfriendly as always.
"Mind heading out with the others? They're investigating a radio signal."
"Why? People don't like dealing with me." He was clearly upset at being dragged from his lesson.
"Exactly. You have a tendency towards scaring them shitless. Remember Madagascar?"
"Fine. Now where's my gun..." he trailed off as he wandered towards his tent, taking off with a motorcycle, his rifle, and a backpack with extra magazines a few minutes later.

In the meanwhile, Alexei assembled his team for the arms raid the next day. They were mostly rebels, but that suited him perfectly. A sharpened knife wasn't any use if it was never used after all. There were fifteen of them in total, spread out across two trucks. They had a rocket launchers, enough rifles for each of them, a couple heavy machine guns, and of course, plenty of munitions.

Indian Ocean

Sergei heard the man speaking, but didn't understand a word. He sometimes regretted not taking German in high school, but French had occasionally helped him too. He leaned over to the man next to him and asked if he spoke the language in his very fluent Russian. His response came in the form of a barked reply to the prisoner.
"<We know you're very wealthy and a very valuable person. That's why we didn't give you the same treatment as the others. Try anything, and we can treat you worse.>"
"What?" asked Sergei.
"Empty threats," came the reply.
"What's the point?" asked Sergei again quizzically.
"Dunno. Kinda hoping he would panic or something." The man was quite quiet about the short discussion, despite his rather loud statement in German. Perhaps it was just naturally a very angry sounding language. It always seemed to be to Sergei.

by **Spektronia** » Sat May 28, 2016 11:21 am

Gestapo Convoy

When the Capileans pulled up, the police were the first to hear them in the distance, even while they were faced the other way. Over the police's ear pieces, the communications officer continued to contact them. "So these Capileans are buying into the German lie... They think you were trying to cover up the massacre... We have no other choice... Execute order seventeen... You've brought honor to Spektronia..."

Suddenly, when the Capileans advanced to arrest the Gestapo, the police looked back and forth at eachother for a few moments. Suddenly like lighting, each officer reached into their suit jackets like lighting, except for the two who had killed Florian, who went for their knives. Suddenly, each officer pressed the guns up against their own heads and the other two held their knives to their necks. In an instant, the entire unit was dead as they fell like dominos, having shot themselves and slit their own throats.

Off of Coltiz

In the distance, a medium sized fleet became visible. It was the Spektronian Madagascar blockade fleet. A few minutes later, the fleet had radiod the Capilean naval base at Colditz, informing them of their arrival. The fleet had come to help defend the city from any possible attack by sea, be it terrorist or military.

Großherzog Burg

The Chancellor and Vice-Chancellor returned, with the Chancellor on his cellphone. When he entered, he hung up and put his phone away. "Ladies and gentlemen, I've just been informed of the situation regarding my convoy of Secret Police. As glad as I am that Florian is dead, I am also dissatisfied at the German hostile actions, in which they attempted to abduct Florian, whom was still a valid member of the Spektronian Sturmkorps at the time of his death. I have just received word that my Secret Police have also been forced to execute order seventeen, which basically commands that they commit suicide in order to keep from being captured. Now what I am most shocked by..." He suddenly turned to Klaus. "Is that Capilean troops had a part in this. Prince Klaus, perhaps it would be best to clear your troops out from the scene as to allow Spektronian authorities to clean this mess up." Then, he turned to the German whom had been arguing with Helmut when he walked in. "I'd also appreciate if our German friends would be so gracious as to bring in the troops who were responsible for thirteen Spektronian deaths?"

by **New United States of Columbia** » Sat May 28, 2016 11:49 am

Columbian Camp, Near Colditz
A few thousand of the 40,000 Columbians were sent marching to the north east in their attempt to find the High King. Among the few thousand were a few hundred trucks, a handful of transport helicopters from the aircraft carrier, and a handful of tanks if the troops needed to be . . . Blunt in their message to the High King's captures.

Camp Alpha
The High King watched the departing rebels with interest. He was surprised at some of their more modern weaponry and at the fact the communists actually had nations backing them. How could anyone back such an evil like communism and want to tear down the natural Christian hierarchy of Aristocratic Monarhcy?
He couldn't think about those questions because he had to get out of there quickly unless they started demanding a ransom or poisoned him with their awful food. He started tugging on the hemp rope bindings hoping he could weaken them.

by **Crysuko** » Sat May 28, 2016 12:11 pm

The invasion force pointed at the Franc district was nearly in position to launch their first strikes, recon from aircraft and orbit showed heavy fortifications in the bay area. This would be no easy task, but taking this port and city would be a decisive victory without a doubt. Van Trapp would pale in comparison to this, not one but two aircrafr carrier fully loaded with fighters and bombers geared for ground strike missions were making ready, along with dozens of missile destroyers and other ships to reduce the fortifications to rubble from afar. The invasion force contained tens of thousands of troops, but also artillery, tanks and trucks which would hit the beaches. The army had been experimenting with amphibious landings with tanks and armoured units, now would be the time to put this practice into action to give the infantry some much needed heavy support.

by **Pillowlandia** » Sat May 28, 2016 1:22 pm

Edge of Nova Capile airspace
The jet was small, only two engines and clearly a government plane. The only markings on it's white surface was it's identification number and the Pillowlandian Commonwealth flag on the tail. "This is Pillow-6, requesting escort to secure landing location. Howcopy?" Beside it was a flight of two Pillowlandian F-23s, both were there to protect the plane from any potential threats. Onboard was Christine Henderson, the current Minister of state for Pillowlandia Minor, the secondary nation of the commonwealth, on behalf of the Pillowlandian Government. Guarding here was a squadron of Presidential Guards, the most elite security force in the entire Commonwealth they were in charge of all security affairs for the four governments in the commonwealth.

Northeastern District

The team had been moving for days now, they had purchased two older light cargo trucks from a used car lot. They had split the weapons up between the two vehicles and avoided the major roads on purposefully. They had intended to supply the rebels directly in Raus but they had failed at capturing the city. Now though, they were almost to the only place they could have run. Afterall, retreating north was the only place that they would run into native military later rather than sooner. As such now it was trying to find a needle in a haystack. But, if one really wanted to do so they just had to burn the hey and the needle would find itself.

"Watson, where exactly are we going to draw in these rabbits?", Charles asked as the two trucks left the final decent road that they would encounter for quite some time. Watson simply shrugged,"I'm not entirely sure yet myself. These communists are being rather random and I don't think we're the first outsiders to reach them, far too random for simple revolutionists....." He trailed off, still concentrating on the map to figure out where would he would hide himself and a revolution.

As they continued a burst came over the radio, "Hello? Is anyone out there?", Watson glanced at the radio they had installed in the dash. He pulled out his pocket radio, military grade, "You hear that too Erin?" Moments later her response came back, "Yep, sounds like a trap. They were calm when they spoke. Like, I'm not panicking about my recent life choice to rebel against a merciless government calm." Watson nodded, even though she couldn't see him from here. "I agree, well at least we know that we're getting closer and that we're not the only ones on the hunt. Get on the sat and see if we can get a stealth recon sweep over the area." Now, they advanced slower and more wearily still searching for the rebels.

NAVCOM
To: Indian Ocean Fleet
SUBJECT:GREEN FLOOD

Orders as follows:
begin hunting of civilian and military cargo vessels immediately. Friendly nations craft shall be allowed to transit still alongside a handful of random nations on a rotation to ensure secrecy is maintained. You are here-by ordered to use a mixture of Diesel-Electric hunter craft and nuclear-propelled fast attack craft to begin hunting. Ensure that all Diesel-Electric have a minimum of double fuel than needed for mission, no sub is to be found or destroyed. Any sub which is detected is to immediately destroy the detector if possible and initiate the 'cole'-protocol. Under no circumstances is the enemy allowed to learn of Pillowlandian involvement. False flag attacks are authorized. All other standard ROE remain in effect. Good hunting.

AUTHORIZATION: 111-HFGH-89BH

With orders in hand the 30 submarines assigned to the Indian Ocean for patrols were retasked, sink any transports which could supply directly or indirectly the war effort of Nova Capile and her allies. In addition an additional 15 Diesel-Electric subs had been given orders to deploy the the area to assist. In total there were 45 submarines assigned to blockade the Capilean homeland, of which only 5 were nuclear powered. The rest were Diesel-Electric submarines, and not a single one was more than five years old. They represented some of the newest technology in the fleet, and were infact quieter than nuclear powered subs in certain cases. Their only weakness was their need for fuel, which had been alleviated slightly by the five milk cows of the Indian Ocean Fleet. This would serve as a good chance to begin field testing of the new underwater refueling process which had been devised by the Admiralty.

by **Crysuko** » Sat May 28, 2016 3:56 pm

The sound of the enemy shouting at them was deafened by an enemy cruiser taking a broadside of anti-shipping missiles from the the CAGs, which then began to list hard to the side. But private Ustas still managed to hear it, he had studied russian as a hobby before joining the army and understood their words, but was put off by them "enough of your lies, now die!" he shouted back, before hurling a grenade in their direction. It occured to him that they may not by liars, but that was not a risk he could afford to take.

by **New Decius** » Sat May 28, 2016 4:56 pm

Luftwaffe III, Nearing Nova Capile

"Attention Capilean Air Traffic Control, this is Luftwaffe III, bound for Kaiser Wilhelm II Memorial Airport. We are carrying his Imperial Highness and Royal Majesty Heinrich la Germania und Osterreich, official German Diplomatic and Military Envoy to Nova Capile. We are requesting escort upon landing and transport to Großherzog Burg." These were the words of the pilots of Luftwaffe III, whilst an entirely different conversation was taking place with His Imperial Highness and Royal Majesty, Heinrich la Germania und Osterreich, King of Austria and a Prince of Germany.

"Honestly, hearing something like this coming from you little brother surprises me to no end." Heinrich was currently looking at a presentation on his laptop sent direct from his younger brother, Wilhelm Augustus III, German Emperor and Prussian King, titles which Heinrich himself could easily claim a right to, but which he had no desire to. This presentation showed the Kingdom of Austria highlighted in red within the German Empire, slowly expanding to encompass the Kingdom of Hungary, the Slavonian Free State, the Republic of Slovakia, the Western Half of the Free State of Romania, the United States of Croatia, the United States of Serbia, and the United States of Yugoslavia. The end result was a fifth member-state of the German Confederation; the Austrian Empire. Yet this plan involved betraying four close German allies and a renewed conflict with the United World Federation, thus Heinrich was hesitant as to agreeing right away.

In the top right-hand corner of his screen, an image of his younger brother on video chat frowned at him. "Heinrich, how many times have we discussed this. It is improper for you to address me as little brother now that I am the Kaiser. And yes it surprised me that I myself came up with this. Yet, the Hungarians and Slovakian's are edging away from us whilst the Balkans as a whole are experiencing period of instability, though when have they not been. Plus as the areas I selected were already once part of the Austrian Empire, they should be reintegrated more easily than other territories. This will take place whether you want to or not. If you don't, I'm sure young Diethard would be overjoyed to be crowned Emperor of Austria, King of Hungary, Grand Duke of Croatia, and Count of Slovenia." It was an empty threat as both men knew that, while their second-to youngest brother Diethard zi Germania was merely 27, he was intelligent enough to know when he was being used as a political tool. He, his twin sister Brunhild zi Germania, and their younger brother Rudolph zi Germania, had been used as such devices shortly before the Invasion of England. They were all three nearly killed multiple times before being secured by Heinrich's Knight's of the Golden Eagle during the Siege of London. And being declared Emperor of Austria instead of Heinrich was certainly being used as a political tool.

"We can discuss this more at a later date. I'm about to disembark." Was what Heinrich would have said had his brother not said the following. "Your opinion doesn't matter much anyway, the first divisions crossed into Hungary, Slovakia, and Slovenia early this morning. In fact, Generalleutnant Himmel happens to be six miles from Budapest." Heinrich had no words as the aircraft touched down at the airport and whilst his children got ready to depart, he was digesting this information. Wilhelm smirked at his brother. "Congratulations Heinrich, or should I say, congratulations to His Imperial and Royal Majesty the Emperor of Austria, King of Hungary, Grand Duke of Croatia, and Count of Slovenia." And with that he cut off.

by **Crysuko** » Sun May 29, 2016 6:31 am

In the early hours of the next morning, the Franc district assault fleet was well in range to begin their first attacks. The CAGs launched quickly, one after one, each with a specific target in mind, bunkers, supply dumps, cannons and other fortifications. The Missile destroyers also launched their first wave of cruise missiles, but the other hsips weren't quite in range to be launching shells quite yet. The attack connected with the defences in the bay with extreme fury, missiles and chain gun fire rained down on bunkers, trenches and other facilities with speed and precision. After the circraft had finished theri first run, the wave of cruise missiles came down on the enemy from on high, striking important targets with pinpoint accuracy. The first loads of troops and armour support were loading up to begin their attacks, but they wouldn't launch until later, giving more time for the ships and planes to rain death upon the enemy.

by **Spektronia** » Sun May 29, 2016 9:02 am

New Marsielles

Finally, the Raus forces had arrived. Now, Spektronian forces within the Franc District had amounted to around 20,000 National Soldiers and 10,000 SturmKorps Troopers. There were two officers whom were in charge of the Franc District operation, Oberst Hans Fürlich, of the National Army and Obersturmführer Layla Hilscher of the SturmKorps (she's also Helmut Hilscher's niece).

On the coast, there were about 4,000 troops dispersed amongst the bunkers and strongholds. When these forces were alerted by the incoming cruise missiles, the SAMs immediately turned to fire at them, knocking them out of the sky, one by one in a fiery blaze. Throughout the coast, the attack sirens blared, alerting nearby towns and other residential areas. Troops advanced to meet the enemy, headed by BTR's and then the troops. When the BTRs rolled up over the hills, they immediately greeted the Crysukons with a hail of explosive fire, followed by the troops whom took cover behind rocks and other things.

At the New Marsielles base, about 5,000 National Army Soldiers and 2,000 SturmKorps Troopers were mobilized to be sent to the coast, as to help to reinforce the defenses.

Off of Van Trapp Island

On the Crysukon flag ship, when the grenade was tossed, a trooper quickly picked it up and tossed it into an empty room where it exploded. Another shout came from the Spektronians. "If we were lying, we would have thrown that right back at you! Come on! We're not gonna hurt you! We're just trying to bring your fleet admiral safely to the flag ship of the Mozambique Fleet, so he can talk to Generaladmiral Wambua Salim!"

On the water, Großadmiral Neubert ordered that a few corvettes and a frigate move to block the Crysukon and Han transport ships. The ships moved to intercept the transport ships. They did this, with their guns pointed at the enemy ships, but did not fire upon them, since the Spektronians had invited the Hans and Crysukons aboard the Mozambique Fleet's flagship.

by **Crysuko** » Sun May 29, 2016 9:55 am

How stupid did they think we were? take our admiral aboard one of their ships? There's no way this isn't tomfoolery of some kind. "if you mean no harm then" he shouted back "then lay down your arms in surrender! then we can talk!". Meanwhile, a cruiser escorting the transports was not so merciful towards the enemy, turning their guns and advising the destroyers to launch their torpedos. The guns and torpedos were fast acting, splitting two corvettes apart and putting a few nasty holes in the frigate. The Crysukon fleet was not in a talking mood as the CAGs who had just rearmed sent another barrage of missiles into the enemy cruiser, blowing it's side wide open. more guards aboard the Manxi rushed to greet the enemy, putting fire on them from all sides, the searing heat of a flamethrower now barrelling towards the enemy.

Franc district
As expected, resistance was fierce, but the bombing had done it's job as several of the enemy strong points had been reduced to rubble. Naval support kept up lobbing shells and missiles at enemy targets. B2 tanks emerged from the landing craft, their tracks modified for the softer sand, machine gun fire clinked harmlessly off their heavy armour as the first gun on the turret blew away an MG position, the howitzer set in the hull launching a high explosive shell at a large group of enemy troops. More of these vehicles as well as mortar and rocket launchers poured onto the beach, tanks and IFVs providing hard cover and fire support for the infantry picking their way up the beach.

by **New Mushroom Kingdom** » Sun May 29, 2016 4:39 pm

Großherzog Burg
The Regent and millitary advisors were not at all by the not very well-hidden attempts at covering up something, but it was not crystal clear as to what and it would not do for any one of them to directly accuse anyone without crystal clear evidence, ideas or proof. In the mean time they would have to settle for criticizing their actions. One of the present Commanders / officials was Finley Sullivan, who had previously worked with both the regular and secret Police before joining the armed forces. He felt it was his turn to say something about the ongoing events. He quickly stood up and turned towards the Chancellor. He said "With all due respect, sir, this is not a very good thing. Seeing as the order was forced and was likely not done by the suggestion of anyone in this room, does this not suggest that perhaps the Secret Police are partially under the influence of corruption of a third party, perhaps the third party ultimately linked to the death of Florian. The only other likely possibility is that your government is having difficulties controlling them, and neither of those options looks very attractive to you." he then turned away, to the delegates and officials representing the other 3 countries and continued "While the request to be left alone for the mess-clearing is a good idea, given the previous mishaps and occurances I would not support it· The Capilean and German forces have made no mistakes so far, while yours have made multiple." before resuming to sit back down.

The Regent observed this speech, but made no comment. He was getting just a little bit tired, and was very much ready for he and Napoleon to go to their bedrooms and have some well-deserved rest. He stood uip and said "I would love to continue watching and taking part in these events but I'm beginning to feel tired and honestly, I want to sit back and relax after the plane ride and feast here. Therefore, it is time for both me and Napoleon to go to our chambers tonight and relax before having a good night's sleep." and then gestured to the little boy sat next to him "Come along, Your Imperial Majesty" and then he stood up and the slowly exited the room together to go towards the bedrooms.
Coast, ~16 hours away from Nova Capile
The NMK forces continued their advance towards the country they were going to be protecting and defending. They were finally given a landing/dismebarking destination just south of Jaroburg.

by **The Grand Duchy Of Nova Capile** » Sun May 29, 2016 9:05 pm

New Marseilles, Nova Capile

New Marseilles had for years been the center of naval activity in Nova Capile. LeChuck Shipyards, headquartered in the French city, built nearly all of the Duchy's new ships- including the infamous Prinz Karl Super-Battleship Carrier and its sister-ships. As such, the massive bay was well protected from assault. There were in total 22 naval stations situated strategically around the Franc District and the coasts of the neighboring regions. The Capilean fleet was spread throughout these points, ready to rally to the defense of the bay at a moment's notice. Around the coast vast minefields had been laid, which could be activated if an attacker somehow made it through the vigilant defending armada to slaughter an amphibious assault. And, in recent years, a sea wall of bunkers, hardpoints, pillboxes, reinforced trenches, tank traps, fields of barbed wire, naval forts, foxholes, and fortified heavy emplacements, all with interlocking fields of fire, had been constructed.The city itself was home to the Marine Korps, and was defended in times of war by 1st Marine Korps- 40,000 strong, and equipped with heavy armor. If the Crysukons thought they could roll right in and conquer the Franc District without a problem, they were in for a surprise.

Admiral Franz von Haupt looked out of the bridge of his flagship, the Prinz Karl, to the growing mass of Capilean warships. Along with the hulking superbattleship-carrier, of which there were three present- the Eisen Mädchen and Festung floated beside the Prinz Karl. The only other ship of that class, the Kaiserthron, was out at sea. Among them were two aircraft carriers, loaded with fighters and bombers- the Bischof and the Elefant. And in between these magnificent, grand warships were dozens upon dozens of cruisers, destroyers, corvettes, and patrol ships. The flotilla, amounting to over half of the naval strength of the Grand Duchy, floated out proudly to meet the Communists.

Von Haupt was approached by a junior officer. "Sir, we are within firing range of the enemy," he said, a look of concern on his face. Today they would suffer a glorious victory, or they would die. "Excellent. Begin the battle." With that, the mass of ships opened fire. Shell upon shell soared down into the enemy fleet, a relentless torrential storm of death. Soon the roar of guns was joined by the thunder of aircraft, as literally hundreds of fighters and fighter-bombers, launched from airfields or the aircraft carriers, hurled themselves down on the enemy without regard for their own lives, guns blazing. And next came the Capilean submarines. Darting quickly under the warring fleets, the numerous packs of submarines flung missiles and torpedoes into the enemies' hulls, crippling old warships left and right, before submerging again.

An endless slaughter it seemed to be, as showers of shells, aircraft, and torpedoes descended upon the enemy mercilessly. The three hulking superbattleships slowly made their way to the front, ramming past smaller warships on both sides to get into the thick of the battle. Once there, the colossal guns of these ships roared to life, sending flurry after flurry of shells whistling into and through ships whilst their own thick plating absorbed the futile responses of the enemy. Dozens of anti-aircraft guns shredded the few enemy aircraft that could survive the swarms of Capilean fighters and interceptors. Capilean bombers and fighter-bombers quickly located the enemy transports and began raining hell on them, massacring the poor troops inside. Von Haupt smiled to himself as he saw ship after ship bearing the Crysukon flag explode, capsize, surrender, or sink.

Meanwhile, the land forces now had time to act. Thousands of experienced marines rushed into the trenches and bunkers of the Sea Wall if somehow the enemy breached the ferocious naval defenses. For once the rebellious French population was quiet. As independent as they were, they had no sympathy for Communists- and they certainly did not want to live under Communist rule, French or not.

Großherzog Burg

The group of Capilean soldiers were hurrying forward to bind the Spektronian men when, unexpectedly, they all drew guns and knives and either blew holes through their heads or slit their throats. Stopping just short of the bloody scene, the men where virtually unaffected, as they themselves were supposed to commit suicide if captured. Still, a few men, mostly the younger ones, shuddered and looked away as the cold, unblinking faces of the Spektronians slowly drained of color and blood soaked the ground. Major Kanies cursed and kicked the rough gravel road with his boot. Turning back to the pile of mangled men, Ralf sighed. "Well I suppose we should get their bodies for a burial and of course to search for anything that might help the investigation." The men nodded and carefully moved forward, propping up the bodies and reaching into their coat pockets for anything of use.

Crown Prince Klaus glared up at the Chancellor. "My men were simply trying to get to the madman who murdered hundreds of my people!" he yelled, standing up with a clang. This was not like him, standing up to someone. His temple throbbed and his face began to turn red. "If you had been willing to cooperate and turn over a genocidal maniac, like any other normal person, than perhaps this whole situation could have been avoided and a good many men would still have their lives!" As the Regent and Emperor slipped out of the room, Frasier accompanied them, showing them to their quarters in one of the towers of the castle.

Camp Alpha, Nova Capile

Terry Blücher nodded curtly to Alexei before turning back to his "duties". Mainly to consuming ridiculous amounts of alcohol. The hastily assembled gang of Communists, all of whom were veterans of the Civil War, and thus fairly old, gathered around Roman as he prepared for the raid and equipment was given to them. When the agent hopped on his motorcycle one of them went over to a banged up van and started it. The other seven men piled into the beaten up vehicle, which slowly meandered after the speedy motorcycle, plowing through the underbrush and towards the arms convoy. Most of the men were fairly confident; the training they had received years ago during the Civil War had been reinforced by the foreign experts, they were equipped with some of the best weapons that were available, and an apparently unstoppable warrior was leading them. Hopefully the plan would go off without a hitch.

Outside a few men, loitering beside the vans, saw King Foley attempting to loosen his tight bindings. Rushing over they kicked him in the shins and tightened the thick ropes even more, so that the tyrant had to labor to breath. One stayed behind, a bearded, ugly, horrible man, and spoke to the king. With each word he sprayed saliva onto his captive. "You had better not try anything, you blue-blooded little mongrel! Or perhaps you'd like me to cram some more crunchy weevils and maggots down your throat? Huh?" He grinned sadistically and grabbed a half-empty burlap sack, reaching inside and pulling out a rock-hard biscuit. Foley could see the disgusting little creatures burrowing in and out of it. Laughing maliciously, the Red shoved the biscuit into Foley's mouth, listening with cruel satisfaction as the pests crunched and burst under his teeth, and the tough, stale biscuit cracked and scratched at the High King's mouth.

Kaiser Wilhelm II Memorial Airport

Lieutenant Colonel Felix Rehn stood in the tall air control tower of the bustling airport, towering over the operator in front of him. He was back since escorting the Spektronian delegation to the palace some time before, and was now ready to greet two foreign officials. The headset of the man seated in front of Felix cracked to life, and after a few seconds he said into it, "Luftwaffe III, you have permission to land at Airstrip Nine." Rehn nodded approvingly and was heading towards the elevator down to the airfields when a short, sweaty man ran up to him. "Sir, we have Pillow-6, apparently carrying a major Pillowlandian official, requesting a landing spot!" He was frantic. Felix calmly responded, "Airstrip 8. It appears I will have to escort many officials today." Watching as the man rushed back to his station and spoke into his headset, Felix told his adjutant, Captain Koller, to send for another limousine. Hopefully the Pillowlandians would not arrive very soon.

Stepping out of the elevator, Koller close behind him, Rehn strode briskly over to Airstrip Nine, where several squads of soldiers stood at attention for the typical Capilean welcome. When Luftwaffe III landed, and its passengers dispersed, the Lieutenant Colonel was there to greet them. His charming demeanor was complemented by his sparkling blue eyes and healthy complexion, and he bowed low before the German royals. "I must say, what an honor to meet you your highness," he said, standing slowly and nodding at Heinrich.

Indian Ocean

Günther's eyes widened as he heard his captor's response. He was afraid, very afraid, of what could happen to to him. He had heard about the terrible things that could happen; horrific torture sessions that would have frightened the most hardened veteran. But he tried, probably in vain, to maintain a screen of arrogance and apathy. "Well, you have no reason to harm me, you filthy pirates. I'll tell my father anyways, and he'll see to it that you'll be locked up in some military institution and fed your own body parts until you bleed to death!"

Colditz

The naval base sounded thrilled to have a reassuring Spektronian fleet nearby, and welcomed the armada into the city's shipyards. Meanwhile, whilst a force from the American army went East, a small force of a few hundred Capilean soldiers and a few dozen armored cars and infantry fighting vehicles went with them. The rest of the army began to get used to the Capilean climate and customs, helped along by the Capilean people. While they would have been unfriendly to any other non-Germanic people, they understood the deep bond between their two countries and thus were gracious and cooperative with the American soldiers.

by **New Decius** » Sun May 29, 2016 9:49 pm

The Grand Duchy Of Nova Capile wrote:New Marseilles, Nova Capile

New Marseilles had for years been the center of naval activity in Nova Capile. LeChuck Shipyards, headquartered in the French city, built nearly all of the Duchy's new ships- including the infamous Prinz Karl Super-Battleship Carrier and its sister-ships. As such, the massive bay was well protected from assault. There were in total 22 naval stations situated strategically around the Franc District and the coasts of the neighboring regions. The Capilean fleet was spread throughout these points, ready to rally to the defense of the bay at a moment's notice. Around the coast vast minefields had been laid, which could be activated if an attacker somehow made it through the vigilant defending armada to slaughter an amphibious assault. And, in recent years, a sea wall of bunkers, hardpoints, pillboxes, reinforced trenches, tank traps, fields of barbed wire, naval forts, foxholes, and fortified heavy emplacements, all with interlocking fields of fire, had been constructed.The city itself was home to the Marine Korps, and was defended in times of war by 1st Marine Korps- 40,000 strong, and equipped with heavy armor. If the Crysukons thought they could roll right in and conquer the Franc District without a problem, they were in for a surprise.

Admiral Franz von Haupt looked out of the bridge of his flagship, the Prinz Karl, to the growing mass of Capilean warships. Along with the hulking superbattleship-carrier, of which there were three present- the Eisen Mädchen and Festung floated beside the Prinz Karl. The only other ship of that class, the Kaiserthron, was out at sea. Among them were two aircraft carriers, loaded with fighters and bombers- the Bischof and the Elefant. And in between these magnificent, grand warships were dozens upon dozens of cruisers, destroyers, corvettes, and patrol ships. The flotilla, amounting to over half of the naval strength of the Grand Duchy, floated out proudly to meet the Communists.

Von Haupt was approached by a junior officer. "Sir, we are within firing range of the enemy," he said, a look of concern on his face. Today they would suffer a glorious victory, or they would die. "Excellent. Begin the battle." With that, the mass of ships opened fire. Shell upon shell soared down into the enemy fleet, a relentless torrential storm of death. Soon the roar of guns was joined by the thunder of aircraft, as literally hundreds of fighters and fighter-bombers, launched from airfields or the aircraft carriers, hurled themselves down on the enemy without regard for their own lives, guns blazing. And next came the Capilean submarines. Darting quickly under the warring fleets, the numerous packs of submarines flung missiles and torpedoes into the enemies' hulls, crippling old warships left and right, before submerging again.

An endless slaughter it seemed to be, as showers of shells, aircraft, and torpedoes descended upon the enemy mercilessly. The three hulking superbattleships slowly made their way to the front, ramming past smaller warships on both sides to get into the thick of the battle. Once there, the colossal guns of these ships roared to life, sending flurry after flurry of shells whistling into and through ships whilst their own thick plating absorbed the futile responses of the enemy. Dozens of anti-aircraft guns shredded the few enemy aircraft that could survive the swarms of Capilean fighters and interceptors. Capilean bombers and fighter-bombers quickly located the enemy transports and began raining hell on them, massacring the poor troops inside. Von Haupt smiled to himself as he saw ship after ship bearing the Crysukon flag explode, capsize, surrender, or sink.

Meanwhile, the land forces now had time to act. Thousands of experienced marines rushed into the trenches and bunkers of the Sea Wall if somehow the enemy breached the ferocious naval defenses. For once the rebellious French population was quiet. As independent as they were, they had no sympathy for Communists- and they certainly did not want to live under Communist rule, French or not.

Großherzog Burg

The group of Capilean soldiers were hurrying forward to bind the Spektronian men when, unexpectedly, they all drew guns and knives and either blew holes through their heads or slit their throats. Stopping just short of the bloody scene, the men where virtually unaffected, as they themselves were supposed to commit suicide if captured. Still, a few men, mostly the younger ones, shuddered and looked away as the cold, unblinking faces of the Spektronians slowly drained of color and blood soaked the ground. Major Kanies cursed and kicked the rough gravel road with his boot. Turning back to the pile of mangled men, Ralf sighed. "Well I suppose we should get their bodies for a burial and of course to search for anything that might help the investigation." The men nodded and carefully moved forward, propping up the bodies and reaching into their coat pockets for anything of use.

Crown Prince Klaus glared up at the Chancellor. "My men were simply trying to get to the madman who murdered hundreds of my people!" he yelled, standing up with a clang. This was not like him, standing up to someone. His temple throbbed and his face began to turn red. "If you had been willing to cooperate and turn over a genocidal maniac, like any other normal person, than perhaps this whole situation could have been avoided and a good many men would still have their lives!" As the Regent and Emperor slipped out of the room, Frasier accompanied them, showing them to their quarters in one of the towers of the castle.

Camp Alpha, Nova Capile

Terry Blücher nodded curtly to Alexei before turning back to his "duties". Mainly to consuming ridiculous amounts of alcohol. The hastily assembled gang of Communists, all of whom were veterans of the Civil War, and thus fairly old, gathered around Roman as he prepared for the raid and equipment was given to them. When the agent hopped on his motorcycle one of them went over to a banged up van and started it. The other seven men piled into the beaten up vehicle, which slowly meandered after the speedy motorcycle, plowing through the underbrush and towards the arms convoy. Most of the men were fairly confident; the training they had received years ago during the Civil War had been reinforced by the foreign experts, they were equipped with some of the best weapons that were available, and an apparently unstoppable warrior was leading them. Hopefully the plan would go off without a hitch.

Outside a few men, loitering beside the vans, saw King Foley attempting to loosen his tight bindings. Rushing over they kicked him in the shins and tightened the thick ropes even more, so that the tyrant had to labor to breath. One stayed behind, a bearded, ugly, horrible man, and spoke to the king. With each word he sprayed saliva onto his captive. "You had better not try anything, you blue-blooded little mongrel! Or perhaps you'd like me to cram some more crunchy weevils and maggots down your throat? Huh?" He grinned sadistically and grabbed a half-empty burlap sack, reaching inside and pulling out a rock-hard biscuit. Foley could see the disgusting little creatures burrowing in and out of it. Laughing maliciously, the Red shoved the biscuit into Foley's mouth, listening with cruel satisfaction as the pests crunched and burst under his teeth, and the tough, stale biscuit cracked and scratched at the High King's mouth.

Kaiser Wilhelm II Memorial Airport

Lieutenant Colonel Felix Rehn stood in the tall air control tower of the bustling airport, towering over the operator in front of him. He was back since escorting the Spektronian delegation to the palace some time before, and was now ready to greet two foreign officials. The headset of the man seated in front of Felix cracked to life, and after a few seconds he said into it, "Luftwaffe III, you have permission to land at Airstrip Nine." Rehn nodded approvingly and was heading towards the elevator down to the airfields when a short, sweaty man ran up to him. "Sir, we have Pillow-6, apparently carrying a major Pillowlandian official, requesting a landing spot!" He was frantic. Felix calmly responded, "Airstrip 8. It appears I will have to escort many officials today." Watching as the man rushed back to his station and spoke into his headset, Felix told his adjutant, Captain Koller, to send for another limousine. Hopefully the Pillowlandians would not arrive very soon.

Stepping out of the elevator, Koller close behind him, Rehn strode briskly over to Airstrip Nine, where several squads of soldiers stood at attention for the typical Capilean welcome. When Luftwaffe III landed, and its passengers dispersed, the Lieutenant Colonel was there to greet them. His charming demeanor was complemented by his sparkling blue eyes and healthy complexion, and he bowed low before the German royals. "I must say, what an honor to meet you your highness," he said, standing slowly and nodding at Heinrich.

Indian Ocean

Günther's eyes widened as he heard his captor's response. He was afraid, very afraid, of what could happen to to him. He had heard about the terrible things that could happen; horrific torture sessions that would have frightened the most hardened veteran. But he tried, probably in vain, to maintain a screen of arrogance and apathy. "Well, you have no reason to harm me, you filthy pirates. I'll tell my father anyways, and he'll see to it that you'll be locked up in some military institution and fed your own body parts until you bleed to death!"

Colditz

The naval base sounded thrilled to have a reassuring Spektronian fleet nearby, and welcomed the armada into the city's shipyards. Meanwhile, whilst a force from the American army went East, a small force of a few hundred Capilean soldiers and a few dozen armored cars and infantry fighting vehicles went with them. The rest of the army began to get used to the Capilean climate and customs, helped along by the Capilean people. While they would have been unfriendly to any other non-Germanic people, they understood the deep bond between their two countries and thus were gracious and cooperative with the American soldiers.

Großherzog Burg

Convoy

The Abwehr Captain stepped forward and saluted to the officer as was proper and then gestured to the tanks. "We could carry the bodies on the backs of our tanks, much as I would like to avoid sullying the clean, pure armor of such magnificent weapons with their lowly blood. The fact they did not turn over the prisoner nor themselves, says to the fact they are scum, unwilling to hold up promises."

Castle

Inside his mind, Rudolph was smirking something fierce at the exchange between Klaus and the Spektronian Chancellor. 'That's right Your Highness, remind him whose country he is in.' Outwardly he stepped forward and placed a hand on Klaus's shoulder as a sign of having his back. He also had a message for the Spektronian Chancellor. "I have a message for you Chancellor." His eyes hardened to become something that would frighten away even grown men. "Lay one hand on any of those men, German or Capilean, and you will find a V-30 Missile landing in your backyard before you can say ow." Then he turned to Klaus with what was an understanding smile.

"If Your Highness would like, I shall speak with the international authorities and explain why this monster can no longer be charged in the International Court's as well as Your Highness's own." Rudolph had experience dealing with the ICC during the KaizerTech scandal. That was last year when Wolfgang von Kaizer, the elderly CEO and Founder of KaizerTech International, vanished without a trace and his youngest son and heir Manfred von Kaizer refused to appear for the crimes the international community was charging his father with. Rudolph acted as the go-between for the ICC and the Kaizer family.

Kaiser Wilhelm II Memorial Airport

Sir Rechter, the personal Knight of Heinrich la Germania und Osterreich stepped forward and Heinrich had a nasty feeling in the pit of his stomach as to what he was about to say. The Knight made a light bow and then addressed the Lieutenant Colonel. "I do not mean to offend Lieutenant Colonel, but the proper title for my liege-lord is His Imperial and Royal Majesty and Highness, Heinrich la Germania und Osterreich, Prince of Prussia and Germany, Emperor of Austria, King of Hungary, Grand Duke of Croatia, and Count of Slovenia." Heinrich groaned in exasperation and silently cursed his brother as Roderick heard this and went off in a tirade.

"Wait a minute, does this mean I am a Prince of Germany, Prussia, Austria, Hungary, Croatia, and Slovenia!? How royal does that make me father!" Heinrich was silently asking himself 'Why did I bring him along' and, as if reading his mind, Elizabeth leaned over and answered him. "Because you didn't trust Uncle Manfred to watch him."

Heinrich looked at the Lieutenant Colonel and used a wave of his hand to say he didn't give a damn about protocol. "Alright Lieutenant Colonel, I'm a military man myself, former Field Marshal, so I understand the rush your in. So can we get on and go now please. I'm eager to see both my nephew and His Majesty the Grand Duke."

by **Crysuko** » Mon May 30, 2016 10:28 am

Long range communications between government the Crysukons flagship and naval command

"Command, this is the Jerien, we are sending sat pictures of some huge enemy ships. We don't have the firepower over here to break though them and if it isn't solved soon th this entire offensive will fail!"

"Remain calm. Remember the piledrivers? We can get the Aportik facility to have 3 of them in the air within the hour, and down upon the enemy inside a day once they've launched"

Aportik missile facility

"Confirmation please that the launch pads are clear and safe for use" boomed a technician over the facility PA. they knew they had to get the missiles in the air soon lest their comrades suffer for it. "Launch pads clear" came the reply a short while later.

The huge Piledriver missiles were being winched into position, fuelled and having the warheads checked and fitted. The Piledriver missile was new technology. Designed to fly to the outer edge of the atmosphere, and then guide a huge tungsten rod onto the target. When they neared the ground, secondary boosters would be activated, delivering an impact at hypersonic velocities. Very potent non-nuclear destruction.

A while after all the checks and balances were done, the next announcement came "boards are green, launch pads one through three are armed for destruction" the silo doors opened and the platforms raised, fuel lines and struts detached with a hiss. "Launching vehicles in T minus 10 seconds". And in that time, the missiles were securely away. This had better work.

Meanwhile on the beaches, the troops were having a hard time of it but we're giving as good as they got. Hiding in trenches was a bad move, a few mortars had gotten into position, and began launching white phosphorous shells, the white hot and adhesive payload spreading through the trenches, reducing enemies to black charred messes. Another few transports made it, one of the tanks announcing themselves by cracking open another bunker with it's howitzer.

Regardless of the outcome, this would be a bloodbath.

by **Topkekkia** » Mon May 30, 2016 11:21 am

Northeast District, Nova Capile
Arms Convoy

The men watched as the trucks rolled down the isolated stretch of country road. Perfect. Like a flash from nowhere, an isolated shot turned the head of the front driver into a fine red mist, causing it to turn and block the way when another shot blew out a tire in the front. Alexei grinned to himself from his perch fifty meters away. A perfect shot. Not his longest one, but he still liked it. He silently thanked command for letting him take some high velocity rounds before he left.

Nearer to the trucks, chaos was erupting. A rocket flew out of the trees towards the rear truck in an attempt to box the group in so that the real battle could begin. A ragtag bunch of rebels began to pop up from previously concealed holes in the ground, their rifles chattering as rounds flew left and right. The rebels didn't want anyone to escape, and for good reason. Survivors told tales. Corpses didn't.

Several kilometers from Camp Alpha

Roman pulled up to the area where the radio signal was supposed to have come from. There should be either rebels or a trap not too far from here. He personally thought it was the former. Most of their recruits so far had come because of personal connections to other soldiers, and for a bunch of idiots to be bumbling about in the woods seemed a bit odd.

Either way, it seemed to be his job to try to find these fools. And since no one else would do so, he supposed he would have to.

"Hello? We heard your radio transmission. If you're here, reveal yourself."

Indian Ocean

The response Sergei heard to the man's babblings from the other guard was "Huh."
"What did he say?" asked Sergei. Maybe he'd look into taking German lessons next time he was on base in Rantel.
"I'm a pampered rich kid, and daddy will hurt you if you hurt me. Seriously, what kind of stuck up little-" his rant was interrupted quickly by an order from the captain. "Privates Igrim and Gromadsk, you are to transport the prisoner to the cargo vessel. It's loaded, and you're to be taking it to Colditz. About ten klicks from shore, you are to abandon the ship and plow it into shore. You will take our good friend Günther here with you to rendezvous with the Capilean rebels shortly thereafter. Godspeed, gentlemen." The two soldiers quickly responded with a crisp salute before hauling the rather disgruntled hostage onto the cargo ship and taking off from the premises towards Colditz.

by **Spektronia** » Mon May 30, 2016 12:17 pm

Großherzog Burg

Adolf was enraged by the German and Capileans words. Helmut had to keep himself from reaching for his gun. Adolf slammed the table, shaking every glass and bottle on it. "Prince Klaus! How dare you speak to me in such a tone! You would stoop so low to the German's level, as to be worried about a small convoy, rather than actually fight a war!? Is your mind so feeble, that you are blind to the fact that my police were transporting the killer directly to you?! These Germans have interfered with the interrogation of this monster!" Suddenly, Marko, whom had been silent the whole time stood up. "Or, your majesty, perhaps you'd like it if Spektronia withdrew from Nova Capile, so that you fall to the Crysukons within a matter of days!?" Following Marko, the Head Command Leader from the Ministry of Foreign Afairs stood with his fellow Spektronians. "Maybe we should just cut ties all together!? Leave you without our trading network!?" Then, Helmut turned to the German. "And how dare you threaten my Chancellor with a missile!? Already, you have stopped a brutal killer from being brought to justice, now you speak such horrible things!?"

by **New Decius** » Mon May 30, 2016 1:04 pm

Spektronia wrote:Großherzog Burg

Adolf was enraged by the German and Capileans words. Helmut had to keep himself from reaching for his gun. Adolf slammed the table, shaking every glass and bottle on it. "Prince Klaus! How dare you speak to me in such a tone! You would stoop so low to the German's level, as to be worried about a small convoy, rather than actually fight a war!? Is your mind so feeble, that you are blind to the fact that my police were transporting the killer directly to you?! These Germans have interfered with the interrogation of this monster!" Suddenly, Marko, whom had been silent the whole time stood up. "Or, your majesty, perhaps you'd like it if Spektronia withdrew from Nova Capile, so that you fall to the Crysukons within a matter of days!?" Following Marko, the Head Command Leader from the Ministry of Foreign Afairs stood with his fellow Spektronians. "Maybe we should just cut ties all together!? Leave you without our trading network!?" Then, Helmut turned to the German. "And how dare you threaten my Chancellor with a missile!? Already, you have stopped a brutal killer from being brought to justice, now you speak such horrible things!?"

Rudolph had a gaze of steel as he chose to point out a certain fact. "Gentleman, throughout the areas of India currently occupied by Germany, we have a total of 3.9 million troops. I'm sure Generalfeldmarschal Strömer would be able to part with at least half a million men to be deployed to Nova Capile. And these troops have been battle-hardened by the Indo-German Wars."

He then took a step forward to answer his accusations. "We did not attempt to steal this monster nor did we intend to prevent his interrogation. We simply thought it wise to pass his name to the International Criminal Court and lo and behold, they wanted him for questioning. The men whom were sent to escort this criminal here belong to the German branch of the Red Cross. So shut your mouth with those accusations!" He stood up to his full six foot four height and let a hand drift to the hilt of his saber. "The German Empire has withstood worse than the hollow threats of a Fascist Nation! The German Confederation as a whole shall expend every recourse to help defend Nova Capile! How far was your own committment to helping them!"

He turned to face Prince Klaus. "Your Highness, I swear on the honor of the Fatherland itself, we shall not abandon you, and should we ever faulter your trust, the river Rhine shall run red with my blood."

by **New Mushroom Kingdom** » Mon May 30, 2016 5:23 pm

Großherzog Burg
The Regent and Emperor proceeded along with Fraiser to their quarters and as such, did not hear the increasingly tense and heated debate / argument between the Germans and Spektronians. This was a good thing, as if he was present he would've gotten involved and likely made things worse. However, one of the military advisors in the room was closely tracking the progress and location of the fleet approaching Jaroburg. While the heated argument was going on, this advisor stood up and decided to take some action. He said "Would you both kindly calm down, there is no need to engage in such heated conversation and argument at the present time. Anyway, I bring good news. The NMK's deployed fleet is only approximately 6 hours away from it's destination near Jaroburg. They will be deployed around the same time that the Emperor awakes from his sleep. Soon that area will be protected / guarded, and any seedlings of Communist revolt or insurrection wiped from this earth. Finally, I feel the need to restate that the NMK has offered it's services as a third party to go over this complex, difficult situation and produce a fair, unbiased report that's accurate of who caused what and where, if any, blame lies."

Ocean approximately 6 hours away from Jaroburg, Nova Capile
There was not long to go now, they were definitely approaching and getting rather close to their intended destination. Right now, the troops on the ship were getting drilled, prepared and ready to be disembarked and deployed Nova Capile. They may as well begin from a running start, after all. The Command / Adminstration of the ship was both recieving orders from the mainland as well as making more detailed, in-depth battle and deployment plans based on the orders that were sent over. It was surprising to everyone involved that there had been zero sightings of the enemy, never mind any actual encounters or resistance.

by **Spektronia** » Mon May 30, 2016 5:54 pm

Großherzog Burg

Adolf followed the hand of the German as he placed it on his saber. The Chancellor was beginning to sweat from all this excitement. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small white cloth to wipe his face. "Enough! By the Fascist Order, which both Nova Capile and Spektronia have been sworn into, I tell you that a true German would accept the future, which is Fascism! Your ways are outdated and are to be left in the past! This is why, though his majesty, the Grand Duke, God bless his soul, has integrated many aspects of Fascism into his great nation!" Once again, he dabbed his forehead with his cloth. "It's late and I should like to be seen to my room, Prince Klaus if you would be so kind as to walk with me, your majesty?"

Gestapo Convoy

In the distance, the roar of engines and helicopters came into earshot. A few moments later, three Eurocopter Super Puma's circled the sight of the convoy, with their spotlights fixed on the entirety of the bloody scene. Over the loud chopping of their blades, a man came over the loud speaker of one of the choppers. "German and Capilean personnel, please make room for incoming Spektronian units."

A few moments later the roaring of engines became more clear and suddenly, four Leopard 2A7-S Tanks, which were enhanced versions of Leopard 2A7 Battle Tanks, like the ones the Germans use. These tanks were equipped with two cannons, instead of one. It also had enhanced armor that was welded on it's already strong hull. It's spiked tracks, which gave it better traction, were protected by the welded armor. On it's turret, on top of it's 12.7 mm turret, one could about face in the turret nest to operate a Mk 19 Grenade Turret. If one was to aim to the right, the other turret would move in the opposite direction, as they were attached to the same rail.

As these four monstrous beasts chewed up the dirt, they were followed by about seven Boxer BTRs. Instead of the tanks and BTR's pointing their weapons at the Germans and the Capileans, they pointed them outward, in case anyone was to try to assault the scene.

Out of the back of the BTR's National Army Soldiers rushed out to view the whole massacre. The soldiers asked the Germans and Capileans to move back, so their officers could view the situation.

One officer, in an M-43 styled cap with the National Army Seal on it, walked over to the German Kaptain and Kanies. The officer was accompanied by another officer in an M-43 style cap. He went over to shake both the Kaptain and Kaines' hand, firmly. "Good evening gentlemen... Although I wish it was a better evening..." He pointed his thumb to the bloody mess behind him. "I'm Leutnant August Kapp of the Spektronian National Army, and this is my accomplice, Oberfähnrich Alwin Stocker." Alwin nodded as he moved forward to shake their ally's hands. "Nice to meet you both." Alwin then stood behind his commander as he took a pen out from his breast pocket and clicked it open, ready to write on the clipboard he was holding. Then, August began to speak once again. "Now, as we assess this whole mess... I have a few questions for you sirs, as to get a better understanding of what happened here. Now, rest assured, we're not holding you accountable for what happened, we just need some more details. So please, a run through would be most helpful."

Near Camp Alpha

As Roman and his men pulled up and got out of their vehicles, Jean-François had set up behind a few boulders in the small clearing, a few yards away. Suddenly, after Roman had called out, Jean and his men rushed out with their AK-47s pointed at Roman and his people. "Who are you!? Identify yourself! Are you with the resistance!?"

by **Pillowlandia** » Mon May 30, 2016 7:37 pm

Kaiser Wilhelm II Memorial Airport, Pillow-6
Well, they had a place to land. Glancing at the fuel meter the pilot decided that he didn't want to waste any unnecessary tax dollars of his to simply idle in the air. "Copy tower, proceeding to airstrip 8. ETA-10 minutes." Quickly the co-pilot rose from his seat and walked to the passenger compartment. Bowing quickly he addressed the Minister of State," Countess Henderson, we have received permission to land. We will arrive in less than ten minutes." He then nodded to the guards and left back towards the cockpit. "Well, that was certainly a much warmer response than I expected from them. Especially as we humiliated their Army, Navy, and parts of their Air Force. And that's before we mention the prisoners.

Facility: 'thunder'

Fragile. If asked to describe the base in one would fragile would be the one used by many of the people working here. Yet Admiral Yosef Landry of the Naval Intelligence Office wouldn't. Hidden was more apt, given that their only supply was a regular delivery of supplies by the submarines of the Pidgen-Class. Several weeks ago Admiral Klemm had been transferred to the base, here in the depths of the Atlantic Ocean, and had been continued to be questioned for information. Admiral Landry watched as the latest round of questioning of Admiral Klemm began.

The door swung open, "I hope you had a great night's sleep this morning, Admiral Klemm. I am James Thomas from Pillowlandian Intelligence", which was infact a lie. He had been put onto a schedule of sleeping during the day and activeness during the night, specifically in an attempt to slowly wear him down. "First off, I would like the details of the naval defenses at Colditz, the Franc district, and the entire southern seaboard of Nova Capile. Spare no detail, you and your men have no pressing appointments to catch. Yet. Remember this, my government may outlaw certain types of torture but the rest of the Commonwealth does not. It would be wise to not resist. We both know that torture works every time, the only variable is time. So what do you say? Going to share what I would like to know now or in a week? If you cooperate I can arrange for news about your home and family to be passed on to you and your men. Heck, I might even be able to get a call with your family. You would like that wouldn't you?"

While the latest convey was too close for the subs to mount any effective ambush the next wouldn't be as lucky. There were 45 combat submarines with several logistical submarines on station, the first few groups would simply be torn apart. Well that was the plan, all that was left was for them to silently stalk the seas with their latest generation stealth features and sonars.

by **New Decius** » Mon May 30, 2016 7:40 pm

Spektronia wrote:Großherzog Burg

Adolf followed the hand of the German as he placed it on his saber. The Chancellor was beginning to sweat from all this excitement. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small white cloth to wipe his face. "Enough! By the Fascist Order, which both Nova Capile and Spektronia have been sworn into, I tell you that a true German would accept the future, which is Fascism! Your ways are outdated and are to be left in the past! This is why, though his majesty, the Grand Duke, God bless his soul, has integrated many aspects of Fascism into his great nation!" Once again, he dabbed his forehead with his cloth. "It's late and I should like to be seen to my room, Prince Klaus if you would be so kind as to walk with me, your majesty?"

Gestapo Convoy

In the distance, the roar of engines and helicopters came into earshot. A few moments later, three Eurocopter Super Puma's circled the sight of the convoy, with their spotlights fixed on the entirety of the bloody scene. Over the loud chopping of their blades, a man came over the loud speaker of one of the choppers. "German and Capilean personnel, please make room for incoming Spektronian units."

A few moments later the roaring of engines became more clear and suddenly, four Leopard 2A7-S Tanks, which were enhanced versions of Leopard 2A7 Battle Tanks, like the ones the Germans use. These tanks were equipped with two cannons, instead of one. It also had enhanced armor that was welded on it's already strong hull. It's spiked tracks, which gave it better traction, were protected by the welded armor. On it's turret, on top of it's 12.7 mm turret, one could about face in the turret nest to operate a Mk 19 Grenade Turret. If one was to aim to the right, the other turret would move in the opposite direction, as they were attached to the same rail.

As these four monstrous beasts chewed up the dirt, they were followed by about seven Boxer BTRs. Instead of the tanks and BTR's pointing their weapons at the Germans and the Capileans, they pointed them outward, in case anyone was to try to assault the scene.

Out of the back of the BTR's National Army Soldiers rushed out to view the whole massacre. The soldiers asked the Germans and Capileans to move back, so their officers could view the situation.

One officer, in an M-43 styled cap with the National Army Seal on it, walked over to the German Kaptain and Kanies. The officer was accompanied by another officer in an M-43 style cap. He went over to shake both the Kaptain and Kaines' hand, firmly. "Good evening gentlemen... Although I wish it was a better evening..." He pointed his thumb to the bloody mess behind him. "I'm Leutnant August Kapp of the Spektronian National Army, and this is my accomplice, Oberfähnrich Alwin Stocker." Alwin nodded as he moved forward to shake their ally's hands. "Nice to meet you both." Alwin then stood behind his commander as he took a pen out from his breast pocket and clicked it open, ready to write on the clipboard he was holding. Then, August began to speak once again. "Now, as we assess this whole mess... I have a few questions for you sirs, as to get a better understanding of what happened here. Now, rest assured, we're not holding you accountable for what happened, we just need some more details. So please, a run through would be most helpful."

Near Camp Alpha

As Roman and his men pulled up and got out of their vehicles, Jean-François had set up behind a few boulders in the small clearing, a few yards away. Suddenly, after Roman had called out, Jean and his men rushed out with their AK-47s pointed at Roman and his people. "Who are you!? Identify yourself! Are you with the resistance!?"

Castle

Rudolph clenched his fist as he prepared his response to the Chancellor's outburst however Sir Breisgau beat him to it. The Knight stepped in front of him, his face a perfect picture of fury as he answered the Chancellor. At first his voice was low but no less threatening. "How dare you sir. You presume to speak to His Highness in such a fashion." Then as he raised his head to meet the Chancellor face-to face, the look in those formerly warm cerulean eyes could make hardened murderers wet themselves.

He placed his right hand over his heart. "I cannot allow such an affront to both my liege-lord and my charge! I, Sir Adrian Breisgau, a Knight of the Fatherland, have sworn to protect my Prince from any insult, whether it be to his honor or to his body! I draw my sword so that His Highness need not draw his own!" He took a step forward and his expression matched the dictionary definition of livid. "You call yourself a true German! If so, where were you when the French marched against the Rhine or when the Poles bombed Berlin! Where were you when the German Empire was reborn!" Sir Breisgau had been but a young man during the last Great War as of 2014 and a just slightly older man during the Civil War the next year. He had been in Cleves when the French began a saturation bombing of Western Germany and when his parents sent him to live with cousins in Berlin, they were killed in a bombing by Polish resistance fighters.

To become a Knight of the Fatherland was to be a soldier whom a royal had picked out as his personal guard. To be a Knight of the Empire was to be one of the three highest-ranking Knight's that guarded the German Emperor, Euro-Germanian King, and Sino-Germanian Emperor.

Convoy

The Abwehr Captain took a step forward to give an account of what happened. "Well we ran Oberfuhrer Florian's name through the system and found he was wanted by the ICC at The Hague to stand trial for a number of other war crimes. I and my men belong to the Abwehr detachment of the Red Cross. We get sent in when they feel the aid workers and cops don't quite cut it. Anyway, we told them to hand over Florian for what was a much more secure transport with less chance of escape as you can see. Warranted I may have used descriptive phrases to coax agreement. They shot the prisoner and then killed themselves."

by **Topkekkia** » Mon May 30, 2016 8:01 pm

Near Camp Alpha

"Jesus Christ, is there another paramilitary outfit running around the mountains?" asked Roman. Something was off about this. He lifted his phone from the pocket of his jacket. "This-" he paused for effect, "-is a detonator. Fail to comply and I'll blow these vans sky high." It was a bluff, but one that would work. They'd succeeded so far by being unpredictable. "Now, where'd you get those AKs? Last time I checked, my men and I were the only ones handing out battle rifles in this neck of the woods. And everyone else so far has been considerably worse off than you folks. Answers? Anyone?"

To the rear, the rebels raised their guns in turn. They outnunbered the stranger and they knew it. They just hoped that bloodshed was unnecessary.

by **Spektronia** » Mon May 30, 2016 8:52 pm

Near Camp Alpha

Jean and his unit looked back and forth at each other before they lowered their weapons slowly. Luckily, they had their stories ready and rehearsed, in case a question like this was asked. "We're from New Marseille. We were visiting Raus, to see one of our old friends. We all went to the same college together and we'd thought that we should get together. We were in Raus when the riots started, and we've hated this regime for so long, we thought that this could finally be our chance to help end it. We picked these AK's up off of some dead rioters and used them ourselves. When things went south, we hid in the basement of a post office for a while till we heard the riots stop. We had to sneak out of Raus. We've been wandering for days out here, trying to get back to New Marseille." Jean thought for a little while. "Wait... If you were handing these rifles out, then you must be the resistance! Thank God we've found you!" The whole unit, besides Jean were very tall and similar looking to one another, with their blonde hair and blue eyes.

Großherzog Burg

The Chancellor stared right back at the German, giving an intentionally creepy and wide-eyed smile, like a mad man. As he leaned forward towards the German, their noses nearly touched because of how close the Chancellor had gotten. He let the Knight say his peace before responding, while keeping his creepy grin on. His response was surprisingly low toned, so much that one would have to strain to listen to it, since it was basically a whisper. "I-Said-Enough. It is late... I am tired... I see no further gain in the continuation of this silly feud. You can have your last word. It matters little."

He then turned back to Prince Klaus to see whether the Prince would show him to his bed chambers. Helmut and the rest of the Spektronians sat back down as the Chancellor had this creepy smile. It was something he did when he was about to choke the life out of someone. So every Spektronian knew to not say a word to continue the argument, as to avoid annoying him.

Off of Van Trapp

OOC: Crysuko has given me permission to role play his fleet's surrender and capture.

IC: Outside the bridge of the Crysukon flagship, the Spektronians continued to communicate with the Spektronians. Eventually the Crysukons were convinced that the Spektronians meant no harm. "Fine! You can come through! Just no funny business with the fleet admiral!"

The Spektronians were relieved to hear this. "Thank you. Put down your weapons and we'll come through." Immediately, the Crysukons complied.

In the end, the Spektronians were able to secure the enemy fleet admiral, bringing him on board of the Mozambique's flagship, where they discussed the Crysukon surrender.

Taking control of the enemy fleet, the ships immediately were brought into a nearby port to be re-painted with Spektronian flags. When they had been re-painted, they set out to sea, once again, with their crews now serving the Spektronians.

Franc District

Being informed of their surrender, the Crysukon troops on the beach quickly surrendered to the Spektronians, along with the fleet that had brought them there. The commanders of Spektronian forces in the Franc District, Hans Fürlich, of the National Army and Obersturmführer Layla Hilscher of the SturmKorps agreed with each other that these troops and this fleet should be given to Nova Capile as a gift.

Quickly, the fleet was brought into the harbor, so that it could be re-painted with Capilean flags. The troops on the beach had been rounded up and given to the Nova Capilean commander for the Franc District in the Capilean military base near by. when Hans Fürlich and Layla Hilscher arrived to meet with the Capilean commander, Layla said, "Make sure his majesty hears word of our gift, would you, sir?"

by **New Decius** » Mon May 30, 2016 9:05 pm

Spektronia wrote:Near Camp Alpha

Jean and his unit looked back and forth at each other before they lowered their weapons slowly. Luckily, they had their stories ready and rehearsed, in case a question like this was asked. "We're from New Marseille. We were visiting Raus, to see one of our old friends. We all went to the same college together and we'd thought that we should get together. We were in Raus when the riots started, and we've hated this regime for so long, we thought that this could finally be our chance to help end it. We picked these AK's up off of some dead rioters and used them ourselves. When things went south, we hid in the basement of a post office for a while till we heard the riots stop. We had to sneak out of Raus. We've been wandering for days out here, trying to get back to New Marseille." Jean thought for a little while. "Wait... If you were handing these rifles out, then you must be the resistance! Thank God we've found you!" The whole unit, besides Jean were very tall and similar looking to one another, with their blonde hair and blue eyes.

Großherzog Burg

The Chancellor stared right back at the German, giving an intentionally creepy and wide-eyed smile, like a mad man. As he leaned forward towards the German, their noses nearly touched because of how close the Chancellor had gotten. He let the Knight say his peace before responding, while keeping his creepy grin on. His response was surprisingly low toned, so much that one would have to strain to listen to it, since it was basically a whisper. "I-Said-Enough. It is late... I am tired... I see no further gain in the continuation of this silly feud. You can have your last word. It matters little."

He then turned back to Prince Klaus to see whether the Prince would show him to his bed chambers. Helmut and the rest of the Spektronians sat back down as the Chancellor had this creepy smile. It was something he did when he was about to choke the life out of someone. So every Spektronian knew to not say a word to continue the argument, as to avoid annoying him.

Off of Van Trapp

OOC: Crysuko has given me permission to role play his fleet's surrender and capture.

IC: Outside the bridge of the Crysukon flagship, the Spektronians continued to communicate with the Spektronians. Eventually the Crysukons were convinced that the Spektronians meant no harm. "Fine! You can come through! Just no funny business with the fleet admiral!"

The Spektronians were relieved to hear this. "Thank you. Put down your weapons and we'll come through." Immediately, the Crysukons complied.

In the end, the Spektronians were able to secure the enemy fleet admiral, bringing him on board of the Mozambique's flagship, where they discussed the Crysukon surrender.

Taking control of the enemy fleet, the ships immediately were brought into a nearby port to be re-painted with Spektronian flags. When they had been re-painted, they set out to sea, once again, with their crews now serving the Spektronians.

Franc District

Being informed of their surrender, the Crysukon troops on the beach quickly surrendered to the Spektronians, along with the fleet that had brought them there. The commanders of Spektronian forces in the Franc District, Hans Fürlich, of the National Army and Obersturmführer Layla Hilscher of the SturmKorps agreed with each other that these troops and this fleet should be given to Nova Capile as a gift.

Quickly, the fleet was brought into the harbor, so that it could be re-painted with Capilean flags. The troops on the beach had been rounded up and given to the Nova Capilean commander for the Franc District in the Capilean military base near by. when Hans Fürlich and Layla Hilscher arrived to meet with the Capilean commander, Layla said, "Make sure his majesty hears word of our gift, would you, sir?"

Sir Breisgau leaned forward with a cocky smirk on his face as he did indeed have the last word. "Very well then Chancellor, as a Knight of the Fatherland, I have but one thing to say to you." He leaned ever closer to the point bordering on impropriety. "Shut your festering gob you stupid git." He then turned on his heel, stepped forward towards Rudolph and got down on one knee with head bowed. He was bowing to both Rudolph and Princess Elizabeth.

"Your Highnesses, I am gravely sorry that I was unable to intercept this pompous oaf before he offered you insult. I shall accept any punishment you deem necessary Your Imperial and Royal Highness, Prince Rudolph Stadtfeld di Germania of Germany and Prussia. To have had your honor besmirched is the greatest failure I have ever allowed in my soldier's career." Rudolph however smiled and grasped him on the arm, heaving him to his feet as he looked him in the eye. "No my friend, a punishment is not necessary nor do I ever find it necessary to punish the one whom has kept both myself and my fiancee safe for all these years. And now, let us be off." He, his fiancee, and Sir Breisgau moved to exit the room but Rudolph cheekily looked back at the Chancellor with a smirk.

"Have a goodnight's sleep Herr Chancellor. If you have any further idiot remarks, feel free to write them down, I do so enjoy laughing over them."

The Last Days of an Empire[FINISHED]

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