Curing Perversion ATTN Ewa Beach (Semi-Open)P/MT

by **The Master M** » Sun Aug 08, 2010 5:33 pm

The Most Serene Republic of the Master M

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XXXI Ar
MMCDXIV

Recipient: [OPEN]
Sender: Prince Claudius Vastera IV
Subject: Ultimatum

There comes a time in every life, a time when a man must answer the call of a brother in need. A call so great that those called upon cannot ignore it, and will fight shoulder to shoulder with their brothers – to the bitter death if necessary. Such an act, such a bond, is held sacred by the creed of honour that holds man superior to beast. To lose one's honour is to lose one's self.

Now, however, is not that time. The forces that the Nexus will face pose as much danger as a grasshopper would to the mighty lion; at worst a nuisance, at best an insignificant part of the greater world. The strong must survive, and to do this they must subdue the weak. The Ewacian Federation is a nation only in the loosest sense of the word: perhaps a better description would be 'Socialist Pigsty', however we feel that this is insulting to pigstys elsewhere in the world.

The Most Serene Republic will henceforth from this moment give it's full support to the Nexus, and will offer any and every assistance possible. If the Brewdomian ultimatum is not met, then the Most Serene Republic will deploy military assets to guarantee the return of the Ewacian Federation to the hands of sane leadership.

Signed,

His Royal Highness Prince Claudius Vastera IV
Commander in Chief of the AMSR
Knight of the Order of Vastera
Captain of the Golden Rose
Prince of the Citydom of Vala
4th in Precedence

by **Unilisia** » Sun Aug 08, 2010 6:06 pm

Evelyn had ordered the full mobilization of the Unilisian Naval Armada, something unprecedented at the amount of preparations and orders being put out. But that had been at the beginning of Brewdomia's declaration of war, and the mobilization was nearly complete. Give it a day, and the entirety of the navy would be ready for war.

The species itself was preparing for the violence to come on the high sea's, and if the enemy coalition was lucky enough to even get past the sea, the land in the Ewacian Federation. Although the two countries hadn't always gotten along, Unilisia and the Federation were by far prepared to destroy themselves to save each other, and Evelyn was content with knowing the duo had the perfect chance of wiping more nuisance states off the face of the planet then regularly.

"Your Majesty, its best you get inside. The rains are coming."

"Indeed Alex, indeed." She stood from her seat on the balcony, the harbor was lighted up like a nuclear blast had occurred, the shear amount of ships seemed to create its own aurora in the sea.

"Send a telegram to the Ewacian's please, make sure they understand that were not letting any bastard foreigners inside Judea."

To: John Murphy, Honorable President of the Ewacian Federation
From: Evelyn Staleko, Archon of Unilisia and Associated Territories
Level: Classified

Let it henceforth be known that you have Unilisia's full support in this conflict. Think of it as a favor for you sticking with us during that whole mess with Raludcia. Our Navy is prepared for war and our other Armed branches are already mobilized.

I bid you adieu.

by **Belkaland** » Sun Aug 08, 2010 7:57 pm

The Grand Principality of Belkaland
Grand Duke Razgriz von Demon

To whom it may concern,

It is with a sad heart that I must do this. While I had hoped the Ewacians were not of a genocidal people, it seems by their own admission that they are. Under the guise that homosexuals are meer animals instead of humans, they admit to having exterminated all homosexuals in their lands. Not even the Grand Principality, where we send homosexuals into exile, would even think to murder them. While they are different, they are still human beings and thus should be treated as such.

As a result of this, I am hereby obligated to fulfill my earlier declaration. As of 2200 Hours, I have issued orders to the Belkan Streitkräfte to being deployment to the Judean Region to assist Brewdomian efforts to punish the Ewacian Federation and bring the Ewacian leaders to Justice for crimes against humanity.

Sincerly,

Grand Duke of the Grand Principality of Belkaland

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As the Grand Duke's message was released to the world, elements of the Belkan RDF-East was being assembled in the staging area just off the coast in the Rubelian Gulf. However, a large wolfpack of von Koester-class SSGNs & Forstmann-class SSNs silently slipped out to sea on a special mission in Judea. One that would strike fear into the self-proclaimed leaders of Judea.

by **Star Trek America** » Sun Aug 08, 2010 9:38 pm

[OOC: Invited by Estainia.]

Diplomatic Communique of The United Federation

To Whom It May Concern:

The United Federation has watched in silence as this historic conflict brews before our eyes. The powers of Judea set against the combined might of a multi-national coalition all of which are fighting for different reasons but united under a single cause; the annihilation of the Ewacian Federation as a governing body. The reasons for this are clear and measurable; warranted and just. Those who would exterminate human beings on something so shallow as sexuality do not have the right to exist in this world. The United Federation makes a point of not going to war unless there are heavy reasons behind such a decision. However; with the gross violation of human rights commited by the Ewacian Federation I have little choice but to sign into effect immediately, a state of total conventional war between the United Federation of Star Trek America and The Ewacian Federation.

In effort to assure that no other person on Earth must suffer from the horrible treatement of the Ewacians, we will strike your name from the history books and make sure that even Almighty God himself forgets of you.

Sincerely and with heavy heart,
Prime Minister Rosalyn Maximus
Emperor Charles IV

by **Vlack Sturm** » Mon Aug 09, 2010 10:37 am

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by **Abruzi** » Mon Aug 09, 2010 11:39 am

The message from the Sturmian Confederation's Leader, Ultra-President Will Shredder led to the cry for violence to become an overpowering roar in Abruzi. The Forge Queen at this point knew that while a lone diplomat aboard a small diplomatic craft was still en route to the Federation of Ewa she would have to mobilize the military to prevent civil war within the Imperium. As the call went out for the Legion, Shamed and Zealots to form the people swiftly began to double their industrial output and soon several new ships were also produced by the near fanatical workers.

As always the intelligentsia and select members of the aristocracy cried out that the course of negotiation must be maintained, but the great masses of Serfs and Proletarians that clamored for war outnumbered them by literally millions. The Forge Queen had no choice, assembling a council of war she roused the great barons of the south to raise their defense forces and prepare to defend Abruzi in the national military's absence. These ragged militia would be supported by the Hoplites of course but the Barons and Lords would have to look to the bulk of the defensive planning.

Lord Ares, General of the Military was of course selected to oversee the action as Supreme Commander. He quickly set about appointing General Noctis as Commander of the Ground forces and Admiral Horus as the naval commander. With the leadership secured and the military forming Forge Queen Athena determined that now would be the best time to respond to the enemy's message. While it had not been a threat per se and some viewed it as some kind of justification message it had been received very poorly by the Imperium's citizens and government.

The military objective of the campaign shifted from punishing Ewa to purging the world of the barbaric peoples of the Sturmian Confederation. Hate that had long been suppressed or funneled into work in the Industrial Imperium rose up and within days of receiving this message that spoke so much of needless purges and senseless slaughter the government unleashed a massive propaganda campaign to daemonize them further. The Imperium would provide the final slaughter in Sturmian history. Soon the military council decided that in order to boost morale they would send a provocation, an insulting letter that would both steel the Aburzian people's hearts against this foe but also perhaps cause the enemy to pause and reconsider warfare.

TO: The scum of Sturmia
FROM: Imperial High Command of the Industrial Imperium of Abruzi
ENCRYPTION LEVEL:0

You talk of these genocides and purges without emotion. Without remorse. Without honor. It has become apparent that the government, no, the people of Sturmia itself are a cancer. A cancer that must be cut out and put to the flame. The Industrial Imperium offers one chance to return to peace, extradite your ruling family to the Industrial Imperium. These criminals deserve the most horrendously painful punishment for their crimes, while their forefathers committed many of these crimes the same blood flows through their veins and the same seed flows forth from their loins.

If you refuse our demand then hell shall be made tangible. Your people's skulls shall be crushed beneath our iron treads. The mighty boots of the Legion shall stamp your banners and pride into the dust. The Industrial Imperium shall salt your lands, kill your people and destroy even your histories so in a hundred years the name of Sturmia shall be all but forgotten. The Industrial Imperium will purge you heretics in the name of the Holy Union of the State.

by **Vlack Sturm** » Mon Aug 09, 2010 12:24 pm

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by **Star Trek America** » Mon Aug 09, 2010 1:15 pm

New Cairo - The United Federation of Star Trek America

Forlorn sagacious eyes stared out at the greater world; the tops of the Grand Pryamids tall against the rich blue sky. The rising spires of the Imperial Palace left before them a view of almost the entire Federation; from New Alexandria to New Luxor the Emperors gaze could see. Today his eyes were locked on the amassing of men, material and warships in Luxor's massive harbor complex; though only the hazy outline of the city was visable he knew that the Federation prepared for war there. The robust man turned to face an oaken desk with a smaller framed woman behind it who was in her mid-forties. "So where do we stand, Rosalyn." His sagacious deep baritone voice revberated off of the sand-stone walls of the Imperial Palace.

"The Armed forces which were mobilizing already for the Ukrainian-Estainian conflict are pulling up regiments and redirecting toward Judea as the Admirality and your majesty ordered." The woman responded with a lucious full voice that was mellow and quite comely. "These animals speak of Genocide and Murder as though they are things to be proud of; to stand tall in front of as though they were not atrocities." Rosalyn lifted up a thin letter head and handed it to the Emperor who tossed it into a burning fire grate.

"Aye; animals they are. It is the duty of the Federation to make sure that no one else must suffer under the course of their belligerent actions. The nations within Judea are malicious and vile; worthy of extermination." The Emperor responded gruffly as his sagacious voice took up a sadder note. "It is a shame that they have been corrupted so incurably; I hope the sons and daughters of the Federation can forgive us for such an extreme measure."

"The people of the Federation scream for action against these monsters; we are merely making their will reality." The Prime Minister responded as she stood and looked out of the window with the Emperor.

New Luxor - Star Trek America

The harbor complex of New Luxor is both the most massive and most protected port city in the Federation. After the devastation of the original city of Luxor during the Rostilian War at the hands of Dystaran extremists the then American Empire rebuilt the port city some ten miles away from the ruins. Rising up out of the taiga plains of the Federation the port-city consists of heavily fortified sea-bunkers, a low baring reinforced sea-wall and multiple SAM and ASShM missile batteries; stationed within New Luxor was the fleet heading out; the 8th Federal Fleet consisted of two Nimitz-class Aircraft Carriers; two of the four Ebon Atoll-class Guided Missile Cruisers, some twenty five Arleigh-Burkley Destroyers and eight Los-Angeloes-class Attack Submarines. Along with this initial commitment for to the front lines the 8th fleet would be joined by the 34th Marine Regiment.

Along with this intital commitment the 8th fleet would be in a weeks time reinforced by the 1st Federal fleet consisting of the other two Ebon Atoll-class cruisers another Nimitz-class carrier, some fifteen Arleigh-Burkley Destroyers and five Los-Angeloes submarines along with the 23rd Marine Regiment and 101st Special Forces Division.

by **Huntertopia** » Mon Aug 09, 2010 2:08 pm

Euro Asian Republics wrote:[OOC:] Invited by Brew

United States of Euro Asain Republics

To The Grand Adjudicator Of The Nexus,

We will stand by our allies in Belkaland and The Naacal on this situation. We, under permission from prime minister Westinghouse, will send naval support to help our allies so the threat of genocide can be dealt with.

Signed:
General George Hudson, Head of Euro Asia's military forces

OOC: I don't mean to crash on you, but exactly how many ships are there?

by **Euro Asian Republics** » Mon Aug 09, 2010 2:37 pm

Huntertopia wrote:OOC: I don't mean to crash on you, but exactly how many ships are there?

OOC: Over 200 ships total. But there are 15 ships in the fleet I'm sending. That is until things turn ugly.

by **Belkaland** » Mon Aug 09, 2010 3:09 pm

Vlack Sturm wrote:10 Von Koester-Class Missile Subs

OOC: When the hell did I sell you von Koesters? I've only sold it to two others, Birkaine, & Brewdomia.

by **Unilisia** » Mon Aug 09, 2010 3:11 pm

Belkaland wrote:
Vlack Sturm wrote:10 Von Koester-Class Missile Subs

OOC: When the hell did I sell you von Koesters? I've only sold it to two others, Birkaine, & Brewdomia.

OOC: Goes in the OOC thread :palm:

by **Euro Asian Republics** » Mon Aug 09, 2010 6:44 pm

ORBAT: (Overall)

Starting Fleet ORBAT: [31st Naval Fleet]

by **Brewdomia** » Mon Aug 09, 2010 10:18 pm

The torrential rain ceased to fall upon the bustling Port Of Chromus. The sun illuminated the sky, and hung as a lantern above an armada of vessels. Supply ships came back and forth as they were soon filled with munitions and equipment necessary for the coming war. Drills began to end, and the final step of mobilization were almost complete, with propaganda streaming out into the streets by Government sponsored advertisements, and numerous other ways of blitzing the average consumer. Warships and massive submarine groups began to enter the chaos of the open ocean, their destination set and their fates…known only to their creator.

Over 750 warships had set sail, with thousands of other container and supply vessels and submarine flotillas. Soldiers streamed into transport vessels, as inside their minds, infernos were present due to the troublesome issue that is conflict. Their thoughts were bubbling, but when their commander’s order were heard, their emotions would cease. Thoughts would remain true to only one thing. Victory. Anything and everything for the victory, the game plan that reverberated inside their skulls. It was all so clear.

Dividing into Independent Task Forces, ships began to assert control over their domain. Combat Air Patrols would form over Carrier Battle Groups, while over 120 Von-Koester Class Submarines scattered over the vast expanse of water.

“The object of war is not to die for your country, but make the other bastard die for his.”

-General Patton.

by **Trivval** » Tue Aug 10, 2010 4:00 am

Shadow blinked, then groaned. He hadn't expected this so soon... it was a weekend -- couldn't they have waited until Tuesday? Sighing, the General-Justa sat up, stretching his back and placing down the mug of coffee that he was holding. He slowly stood, looking out over the gardens behind his office, marveling at the beauty that simple designs could make. Moving away from the sight in front of him - stepping out of the sunlight - the General-Justa strode out of his office, ordering near-by aides to get the High Command.

"I suggest arming the Northern Reaches, sir. Get the Air Wings up and Mobile," the an Air Commodore said.
"True!" Nodded a Admiral, "Set the 14th and the 22nd into action, and the rest in Res," he added.
And so, the High Command debated like children, deciding on the best course of action. They were in the situation room, around them different ranks of Officer and NCO swarmed, preparing the systems. Satellites were re-directed to cover the Eastern Hemisphere more thoroughly. The General-Justa sat back in his high, comfortable chair at the head of the table.
"What about Worlds End?" asked a Naval Officer, "Its in prime position to defend the southerns if needs arise."
There was a lot of nodding, and drinking of coffee. Some grumbling too, but that was to change. Everyone saw the benefits of the Northern Reaches and Worlds End, but they were too remote from each of the potential combat zones for them to have any effect, apart from warding off Naval actions against Neutral Nations. If only we had colonised an island near EF.. If only we had the Naval Power.. were the thoughts going through everyone's mind at that time.

Once again, Trivval would be that forgotten nation.

Sometimes, Anonymity is a Blessing..

The conversations had turned into an Arguement about Full-Scale Deployment, about the pros and cons of colonising another island, and about tomorrows BBQ... Thankfully somone sane spoke up:
"What about the Bases that we had in Ewa.. oooh.. back, what? .. two years ago?"

Shadow focused his eyes upon a Flight Lieutenant overseeing a SOVS - or Saterlite Obervation Station. He was twitching his flingers, unsure whether or not he should have spoken.. "Back when the wars were happening, we had," the FLt began, before looking a piece of paper he held, "4 Minor bases in the Federation Mainland, 1 on a outlaying Island, and 1 in NEB. No doubt they've been unused, but the hangers would still be there... maybe.. ish.. I suppose?"

The Air Chief Marshal nodded, "Yes. That would give our forces a position of power in the upcoming battles. If we could.."
"Oh!" exclaimed a Naval Officer, catching the ACM's drift.
They bent their heads, talking softly, punctuated by hand gestures and loud exclaimations. A map appeared on the table somehow, and there was a lot of pointing and frowning.

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by **Abruzi** » Tue Aug 10, 2010 9:21 am

The Abruzian Fleet left the confines of Anshan harbor in the early hours of August Tenth. Led by the Kirovs the Imperial Navy quickly assembled a convoy protection position around the vulnerable troops ships and supply freighters that were in the center of the steel ring. One of the two Abruzian Carriers the SS Hephaestus was also in the center, it's compliment of Harrier Jets loaded and fueled up, just waiting for some harassing enemy fighters. Admiral Horus himself couldn't help but smile as the massive fleet got underway, he had been in the naval service since the days of the Militant Republic and the massed deployment brought back memories.

The initial radio check proved that all relevant equipment was working and that the Fleet was in good repair. The submarine compliment to the fleet was several hundred kilometers ahead already, the slow pace of the troop ships ensuring that the Delta 3 Class SSBN, Delta 4 Class, Akula Class SS and the Kilo Class SSKs were well to the fore. Overhead the long range fighters based in Abruzi could still maintain aerial coverage, though the limit range was fast approaching where the Naval Aircraft would have to take over. The Harriers while they were ready were piloted largely by untried crew who had never fired a round in anger let alone a JDAM.

Never the less the day was a bright one, in Forgeburg there was much pomp and ceremony that went hand in hand with the entrance into the war. Several goats were sacrificed upon alters to the Holy Union of the State and general partying commenced afterwards. The abundance of alcohol in the capital only worsened this and soon even the commoners were rejoicing. The Industrial Imperium had yet to lose sons, fathers, brothers and daughters to the fires and the slaughter of war, she had yet to feel the keen sense of loss as the best of an entire generation were swept away. That time would come, now was still a time for merriment because soon enough the children would return in flag draped caskets.

by **Estainia** » Tue Aug 10, 2010 10:38 am

Novograd - Estainia
The Greater Russo-Spanish Empire

The massive harbor complex at Novograd was choked. Filled to the brim with weapons of war; men fit for battle and supplies for those battles. From the massive towers of James Patterson-class battleships that dwarfed medium carriers to massive Estainia-class battlecarriers to the mulititudes of smaller vessels such as destroyers, frigates and transport vessels the steel-gray water of the harbor overflowed with warships prepared for battle.

There were none of the usual illusions of honour or dignity that often accompanied Estainian battlefleets; non indeed as the batteries about the IES-Estainia were stuffed for the first time ever with anti-ship missiles and the tomahawk missile launchers aboard the IES James-Patterson were actually loaded. Imperial Marines checked over weapons and gear as they were filed into transports. This of course was only the final stages of preparation; since the declaration had gone the port had gone full swing to bring the 1st Imperial Battlefleet 'online' and ready them for action. Among the smell of iron and chaotic order of prerparation there was an air of severity; everyone there knew what was coming and knew their part in it as the armada began to file out of the harbor in the pre-dawn gray of the day.

by **New Azura** » Tue Aug 10, 2010 11:08 am

An Official Communiqué of the

Honourable Republic of New Azura
From the Hand of His Excellency, the Chancellor Ehren Konica, Esquire

To: Open Channel
From: His Excellency the Chancellor, Ehren Konica
Subj: Brewdomian-Ewacian War

To All Eyes Who See Fit to Read:
This government, like all others whom we are obliged - nay, honored to consider brethren within the confines of the modern socioeconomic and geopolitical spectrum, has taken to heart the unenviable task of promoting peaceful coexistence where it is possible, and brazen challenges to the unsustainable status quo when we must. To wit, the Honourable Republic of New Azura, in keeping with the highest traditions of excellence, virtue, honesty, and diplomacy, has been charged with the preservation of peace, and security, and the advancement of human civilization away from the cruelest of mistresses, war.
Sadly, it is our failure as a nation to observe the growing tides of civil unrest abroad that has led to this vile situation. Over the last thirty days, our attention has been drawn to serious internal matters which threatened the very existence of this great Republic. And for that, we apologize to all involved. Let it not be forgotten, however, that the Honourable Republic of New Azura has in the past stood as an immense check on the unbridled tyranny and persecution of man. We are steadfast in our values, our virtues, and our belief in the inalienable right to self-governance. My friends, New Azura may have been remiss in our obligations towards the maintaining of peace, but no longer. We are back, and we are ready for all contingencies.
Henceforth, as the elected representative of this Honourable Republic, I am prepared to make my official statement regarding the current crisis surrounding two of our allies, those being Brewdomia and Ewa Beach. To all nations who are in league with the Corporate Nexus of Brewdomia: Ewa Beach is a protected possession of the Honourable Republic of New Azura, vis-a-vis the official peace treaty concluding the 2009 'Serpent' War. In addition, as a member of the Northern Eagle Military Alliance's Security Council, we must be vigilant when dealing with our allies. Thus, beginning August 11th, 2010 at 12:01 AM, all attacks against Ewacian or NEMA-flagged vessels will be considered an attack on the Honourable Republic of New Azura, resulting in a full military response.
Furthermore, to all nations who are in league with Ewa Beach and the Northern Eagle Military Alliance: Brewdomia, Abruzi, and venerable nations amongst the Brewdomian Coalition are members of the Conglomerate, of which New Azura is a proud member. Lest we forget, New Azura and Brewdomia have long stood as allies together in many conflicts. Thus, beginning on August 11th, 2010 at 12:01 AM, all attacks against Brewdomia, Abruzi, or any other Conglomerate allies will be construed as a direct attack on the Honourable Republic of New Azura, resulting in a full military response. The choice, therefore, must be made clear to all parties. We are bred for war, ladies and gentlemen, and we shall not tire in our relentless pursuit to bring all sides of this conflict to justice, should it be necessary. However, we shall first make our last plea to avoid wanton bloodshed.
Before we assume our role as executioners in this madness, we wish to fulfill the role of the arbitrator. We propose a unilateral stand-down of all military forces within the confines of this conflict area. The Honourable Republic of New Azura, in cohesion with other neutral parties, shall form a demilitarized buffer zone between the two sides until a peaceful conclusion can be reached. New Azura, as the overseer of the Protectorate Ewa Beach, will personally investigate and bring the criminally responsible to judgment for the genocide of that country's Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual, and Transgendered Communities. However, Ewa Beach itself will not be overthrown, nor destroyed on the watch of New Azura. To that, you may all rest assured. You have until midnight to comply, or we turn loose a vicious, macabre foe that you shall not soon forget.
This missive has been noted in the personal and public logs of His Excellency the Chancellor on this, the 10th Day of August in the Year of Our Lord, 2010.

By the Hand of His Excellency the Chancellor Ehren Konica, Esquire.
Let it Be Done, This the 10th Day of August in the Year of Our Lord, Two Thousand and Ten.

His Excellency the Chancellor Ehren Konica, Esq.
The Honourable Republic of New Azura

by **Brewdomia** » Wed Aug 11, 2010 10:31 am

The submarine force had been given new orders. Flash traffic coming in from friendly fleet had given new coordinates, with the update of a RORSAT pass relaying them new targets. 40 Von-Koester Class Submarines were scattered among the crystalline blue waters of the sea. Their magnificent black hulls were pounded by the oceanic currents, but they continued to advance. Inside the metal maze, sailors wandered about, reporting to their stations with haste, avoiding the watchful eye of their captains. The serpents of war grew closer to the Unilisian coast, a move intending to shock the balance of power in the region.

They drew closer to camouflage themselves within their aura of sound, and began their shadowing of Unilisian Naval Task Groups and Fleets. Moments passed, and then eerily they came to launch depth and inside, a quiet inferno grew. Each Von-Koester class had it’s playbook, and in that playbook was an arsenal of weapons that stood to shock and awe the opposition. 796 Poseidon Hypersonic Anti-Shipping Missiles. Then, the chaos began. Thousands of missiles rose into the sky, and danced like a beautiful symphony, their tone being the eternal tune of conflict. 30 Submarines had continued to empty out missiles, plumes of smoke standing like leviathans into the misty sky. Everything was under fire from the missiles. It had begun.

10 other Von-Koester’s had anchored off the Umbria, had began to deliver their payload of cruise missiles to the capital. Thousands of cruise missiles, carrying thermobaric, napalm, and VX blotted out the sun as they targeted radar centers, air force and army bases and hospitals. As the submarines finished their attack, they lowered themselves into the empty, black depths and began to make their way to rearm.

Another 40 Von-Koester’s shadowed Hobitian Task Forces, and began their preparations. 30 Submarines had identified targets to attack, and within minutes, the sky was painted with blooming hues of grayish smoke. The horizon was lit with the trails of thousands of Hypersonic Poseidon Anti-Shipping Missiles. Armed with an assortment of tracking devices, and electronic counter measures they began to maneuver into position to catch their prey. The hunt had begun.

Lying almost deathly still of The Hobitian Coast, the 10 submarines rose to life, and unleashed a deadly payload toward the mainland. In coordination with the attack on Unilisia, these missiles also carried thermobarics, napalm, and VX. Targeting radar centers, air and army bases, and finally hospitals, the second stage was complete. . 23,800 missiles were being fired at the Hobitian Navy. 23,800 were being fired at the Unilisian Navy. And each homeland would receive a gift of 7960 missiles.The orchestra was in full motion

4th and 5th Fleets.

The room wasn’t lit. Inside, an overt smell of cigar smoke, fine wine, and salt were present. Admiral Kessen relaxed as he was fed information from his subordinates on the situation. Satellites had detected successful launch of attacks against Hobit and Unilisia.

“Excellent. When will our third stage begin?”

The subordinate, uncomfortable with the whirling smoke let out a “Soon.”

Dismissing the subordinate, he went back to enjoying his guilty pleasures and watched as the ball was in the other team’s court.

by **New Azura** » Wed Aug 11, 2010 10:39 am

An Official Communiqué of the

Honourable Republic of New Azura
From the Hand of His Excellency, the Chancellor Ehren Konica, Esquire

To: The Corporate Nexus of Brewdomia
From: His Excellency the Chancellor, Ehren Konica
Subj: Brewdomian Aggression

To All Eyes Who See Fit to Read:
You have declared war on a direct ally of the Honourable Republic of New Azura. Through the auspices of the Northern Eagle Military Alliance, the Honourable Republic of New Azura directs you to withdraw from the current conflict zone within five standard hours. If you maintain your present actions, New Azura will be justified by the standard rule of international law to declare war, with the full backing of the Conglomerate.
This missive has been noted in the personal and public logs of His Excellency the Chancellor on this, the 11th Day of August in the Year of Our Lord, 2010.

By the Hand of His Excellency the Chancellor Ehren Konica, Esquire.
Let it Be Done, This the 11th Day of August in the Year of Our Lord, Two Thousand and Ten.

His Excellency the Chancellor Ehren Konica, Esq.
The Honourable Republic of New Azura

by **Unilisia** » Wed Aug 11, 2010 11:14 am

Forward Warning Station, Stalica, Unilisia
11:00 hours

"Commander, the readings are off the charts." Everyone in the room looked towards the one man, his face was pale like the life was drawn from it.

"What the hell do you mean ?" said the head operator, his face gruff but his voice showing worry.

"40 god damn Subs sir ! Their launching missiles at us !" The operators frantic voice sent shivers down the other spines.

"Send a telegram to High Command, tell them we're under attack. Activate this sectors anti-air defenses and send out attack subs to find out who the fuck they are."

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The Blood Palace, Umbria, Unilisia
11:02 hours

The Archon read the telegram as quickly as she could, and then ordered the Minister of Defense to begin targeting the incoming attack. The numbers were in the thousands.

As they neared their targets, all across Unilisia the air rippled with anti-air gunfire.

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To:The Judean Nation's and Citizens of the Imperium
From:Her Majesty Archon Evelyn and the Cabinet of War
Coding: Judean states only

Minutes ago, Unilisia came under attack by either the hostile state of Brewdomia or one of the nations currently standing by it in its campaign to destroy the Ewacian Federation. Defense is ongoing, and casualties and damages are unable to be reported at the moment, due to dangers. More will be reported later.

Let it be known for all time that it was them that fired first, and us that will fire last.

by **Euro Asian Republics** » Wed Aug 11, 2010 12:56 pm

Port Edwards, Euro Asia - Wednesday August 11, 2015

On board the Nimitz-class carrier EAS Jill Ericson, a lone pilot walks down the flight deck. His name is Captain William Johnson of VF-103, an F-22N squadron better known as "Trinity". The thoughts on his mind are that of the war that the fleet will be deploying to. The majority of the Euro Asian public doesn't know about their military's involvement in the war, and if they found out, then it would be considered another Vietnam. A war that would be biased by their media. What's worse is that the 31st Naval Fleet, the fleet that the Jill Ericson leads, is to be deployed in over 48 hours.

Will: "Jesus Christ. The press will be screaming for blood and the last thing we do is escallate the situation."

Just after he said that, the horns for the ships sounded meaning that the fleet was ready to set sail. Soon enough, the fleet had set sail out of Port Edwards without a going away celebration, and setting course for Ewa Beach. If things get worse, then the rest of USEA's military forces will become involved. This could become a bloody conflict.

by **Abruzi** » Wed Aug 11, 2010 1:17 pm

The Abruzian fleet made good time to the proposed rally point with the fleet of the Nexus. When visual contact with their brothers of the Conglomerate a volley was fired from the lead Kirov as a salute to their comrades. Quickly radio contact was established and the Imperial Fleet fell in behind their brothers. The troops ships still at the center bustled with activity as the Praetorians and Myrmidons quickly began to prepare for deployment. They would be inserting prior to the invasion and while they did not know how far out they were from enemy waters they did know that it was better to be ready sooner rather than later.

915 adjusted his helmet. The sleek dome was full of tactical information on the inside when he activated the battery system he carried on his back. Weighing in at ten pounds total the battery powered both his tactical helmet but also an adrenaline injector that was positioned over his left thigh. He could simply bite down on a small nub within the helm and he would receive an injection that was designed to keep him alive long enough to either kill himself or for the medical personnel to arrive. His FGR was quickly in his hands as he stripped it then re-assembled it in a matter of minutes. The high powered .308 Anglo rounds were then taken out and blessed in the eyes of the Conglomerate before he loaded them into the rifle, taking care to bless each round.

After that he stepped over to his pack and drew forth the MAC-10 submachine gun that served as a sidearm. Performing an identical ritual he was content that his guns were ready. Drawing his combat knife he slowly took off his Dome helm and walked over to the circle of his fellow Praetorians. Looking at 914 and 964 they slowly held out their knives and drew them across their chests, carving a shallow C. Nodding they stepped back and shouted,

"Forward for the State!"

by **Star Trek America** » Wed Aug 11, 2010 1:59 pm

International Waters - Judean Maritime Border
USS - Enterprise
Nimitz-class Aircraft Carrier

Since the conception of the aircraft carrier it has been a popular and powerful vessel within the Federal Navy. Two of them brushed aside the once mighty Estainian Navy in the Battle of the Rostilian Sea. Crippling the legions of Battleships the Estainians possessed and carving the way into modern naval warfare. Tactics had changed from great battlelines to massive fleets surrounding one or more equally massive mobile air fields; Older Harrier Jets and new F-36 Pharohs Sword S/VTOL jets lined the hangar bays and flight deck of one of the largest of such vessels; The USS-Enterprise was the flagship of the Federal Navy and had earned that title through trial by fire during the Eslo-Zazean War it's compliment of Harrier Jets sinking a rival Eslovakian Carrier before being sadly disabled to anti-ship fire.

Her legacy was one of blood and war; a legacy she had built on the shattered ruins of other nations and the cracked dreams of conquered people. A legacy she would continue to fulfill until she rested at the bottom of an ocean; a task no navy had been able to do thus far. All around her she was layered in defenses ranging from long range jets, anti air missiles, anti missile missiles and close-in-weapons systems. Destroyers, Frigates and even the occasional Battleship[these were not common] surrounded her in a layered system of defenses that were difficult to crack but not impossible. Below her were submarines to defend her from unseen threats and above here were her jets; her projection of power.

Now she would add another bloody chapter to her legacy, the genocidist cannibalistic barbarians of Judea would feel the sting of her power; her majesty and wrath. The Federal Navy steamed forward disregarding the Judean Maritime Border; they were officially in enemy territory now; having traveled non-stop from their mobilization points to a 'rally point' where they would meet up with Brewdomian and Estainian forces.

by **Huntertopia** » Wed Aug 11, 2010 2:08 pm

OOC: I can't make a very long post right now, longer posts will come
SIC:
Presidential Villa
Aller Huntertopia
It was a warm, rainy day in Huntertopia. The recent humidity was causing the almost unbearable heat. President Joss Billings was in the very cool air conditioning in his office, having a chat with the General of the Forces Joshua Bain.
"So the situation isn't getting any better, eh?"
"No, Sir President. The situation of the Brewdomian invasion is getting worse. The allies of Brewdomia are using naval tactics to attack the Unilisians. We've also received word that the Euro Asian Republics are sending a small fleet to attack the Ewacians"
"I see. In that case, we will attack by air. Get our Nighthawks and Lancers. We're going to take out those ships before they reach the coast."
"Sir President, the coast is across Judea. They might make it to the coast by then."
President Billings stood up. "Then we will take paratroops to the federation."

Curing Perversion ATTN Ewa Beach (Semi-Open)P/MT

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