by Nationalist Tantalus » Sat Oct 20, 2012 7:50 pm
by Nationalist Tantalus » Mon Nov 05, 2012 5:16 pm
by The Ottish Empire » Thu Nov 15, 2012 7:39 pm
by Nationalist Tantalus » Sun Nov 18, 2012 7:01 pm
by The Drone Empire » Fri Nov 23, 2012 9:34 am
///Activate Troj.Ware <{F a c t b o o k}The Drone Empire
Do not bow, do not praise, do not beg; you are pathetic enough already.>>FFT<<
The Xenocidal Machine Empire of the stars, at this point we're borderlining FanT...
You can call me Drone... or TDE.... or Dani. I don't know. ._.
NOTE: No, water, nor {conventional} EMP's, nor the off button, nor some computer virus, can harm us.Personification Life
An amazing RP, especially for the inexperienced yet ambitious RPer.
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by The Ottish Empire » Sun Dec 02, 2012 9:23 pm
by Nationalist Tantalus » Mon Dec 10, 2012 8:27 pm
From the desk of Admiral-General Horatio Nelson,
Intended for the new Tantalan Construct
The Imperial Navy would like to extend it's congradulations to the new construct of Tantalus. We have heard the plight of rebellion from your nation and would like to offer our support to your forces. We are prepared to begin a police action and assist you in affiriming your new government's postion of power. Please feel free to request any other special action by my forces. I stand at the ready to begin deploying the 118th Cadian Home Legion, our finest new Regiment of 10,000 fresh and ready troopers. Our hats to you.
Thankyou,
Horation Nelson
New Zepuhan Embassy Program
by New Zepuha » Wed Dec 26, 2012 7:48 am
[13:31] <Koyro> I want to be cremated, my ashes put into a howitzer shell and fired at the White House.
by The Ottish Empire » Wed Jan 02, 2013 1:00 pm
by New Zepuha » Sat Jan 05, 2013 10:52 am
[13:31] <Koyro> I want to be cremated, my ashes put into a howitzer shell and fired at the White House.
by Nationalist Tantalus » Mon Jan 07, 2013 12:33 pm
by The Ottish Empire » Tue Jan 08, 2013 12:53 am
by The Drone Empire » Sat Feb 16, 2013 10:38 pm
///Activate Troj.Ware <{F a c t b o o k}The Drone Empire
Do not bow, do not praise, do not beg; you are pathetic enough already.>>FFT<<
The Xenocidal Machine Empire of the stars, at this point we're borderlining FanT...
You can call me Drone... or TDE.... or Dani. I don't know. ._.
NOTE: No, water, nor {conventional} EMP's, nor the off button, nor some computer virus, can harm us.Personification Life
An amazing RP, especially for the inexperienced yet ambitious RPer.
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by New Zepuha » Sat Mar 02, 2013 9:59 am
[13:31] <Koyro> I want to be cremated, my ashes put into a howitzer shell and fired at the White House.
by The Ottish Empire » Fri Mar 15, 2013 3:21 pm
by Nationalist Tantalus » Sat Mar 16, 2013 2:59 pm
To: Frq. 186.66797.230
From: Mesopotamia Command of Memphis
Encryption: High
This is Vice Sovereign General Powers to the Drone delegation: We know not of your full motives (Nor might we want to know), but let's cut to the chase: My men are fucking dying from Turisist insurgents, Zepuhan ground forces and Turkish air forces. We not-so-humbly request assistance in liberating the Sheridan District so that we may reclaim the Lutecia District. Zepuhan, Turisists and Ottomans are very much likely marching on to our HQ if not exterminating towns of their choice.
We ask that the Drones expedite their decision. We've got Turks marching in and choking off vital supply lines between buildings in one certain city quarter; a bridge collapsed... It is hell down here.
Be careful.
by The Drone Empire » Sat Mar 16, 2013 5:23 pm
Nationalist Tantalus wrote:Somewhere behind Zelickist Lines; Zelickist Command Outpost of New Mesopotamia, Memphis
---
Situated between three mountains and carved into halves by a sludge-contaminated marsh, Memphis was one of seventeen closed cities where the former Turisist Kaiserreich conducted open-air testing of the regime's surrogate bacteria and viruses which were to assist with warhead design; as a matter of caution, several corroded nanotube drums were scratched open to allow various toxic compounds to settle in the High Memphis Valley, a desolate stretch of clay-capped desert interrupted only by sarin-laced roads which could kill a human soldier lacking proper auto injectors within seconds.
Of particular dominance loomed a basalt-brick structure mired in scorch marks as dark as dried blood: Two HAZMAT-garbed Zelickist troops stood at the position of attention near two CNT-plated double doors, their HKAR-72 rifles shouldered in pristine precision and condition. Stretched out before the two Red Berets was an expanse of dessicated, ochre-brown Terran grass which was to teem with weeds thanks largely due to the deployment of all Privates, Airmen and such to the Sheridan frontier several hundred kilometers away. As such, numerous infrared-detection auto turrets stood upon where, previously, two legs stood. Further down the courtyard toward the entrance, some motley of AA laser cannons, flak guns and multiple-charge autocannons watched the orange skies for fighters without transponder signals.
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"This is fucking war, ladies and gentlemen! This is war!"
No amount of protection- however dramatic and dangerous it could be above ground for the enemy- could placate Vice Sovereign General Anna Jaax Powers or her staff who assembled around a radial holotable encrusted with dried vodka stains and caffeinated soda water.
"Ma'am," interrupted a drab, dour-faced Lieutenant as she nervously typed incalculable volumes of classified materiel into her segment of E-paper; given the dwindling amount of supplies, there would soon be a need for cellulose and graphite among the Zelickist delegation. "We must evacuate this planet. Though the Drone sect has arrived, it is already too late for their assistance to be of any use-"
"I disagree-" began another gentleman as he stood.
"Take your- Everyone, take your damned seats! Room attention!"
All but the Eldest Rank popped to attention in the stuffy, stale basement air.
"Maintain proper discipline and respect for rank. Captain Oswald and Lieutenant Davy, leave this room. Under no circumstances are we permitted to abandon this planet, Farah Davy"
Lieutenant Davy tensed up her shoulders before the drawn Captain pulled on her shoulder. "Let's go." Without yet another word to say, Lieutenant Davy and her CO disembarked the war room, leaving the Vice Sovereign General to clutch her forehead.
"Mister Rohl, you said something about the Drones coming in?"
"Yes, ma'am. That, and the fact that they are countered by masses of unknown vessels. We are trying every theoretical transponder channel-"
"Send this to the Drone flagship," the aging woman held out a holodisc a moment before Rohl snatched it with a nod.
"Yes, ma'am."
---To: Frq. 186.66797.230
From: Mesopotamia Command of Memphis
Encryption: High
This is Vice Sovereign General Powers to the Drone delegation: We know not of your full motives (Nor might we want to know), but let's cut to the chase: My men are fucking dying from Turisist insurgents, Zepuhan ground forces and Turkish air forces. We not-so-humbly request assistance in liberating the Sheridan District so that we may reclaim the Lutecia District. Zepuhan, Turisists and Ottomans are very much likely marching on to our HQ if not exterminating towns of their choice.
We ask that the Drones expedite their decision. We've got Turks marching in and choking off vital supply lines between buildings in one certain city quarter; a bridge collapsed... It is hell down here.
Be careful.
Klaxons within the dug-o
//ecry? :100.0%
-re-dest: sign. 5764.9901.22
We are aware of the deteriorating situation you and your forces have encountered, and are in progress with providing necessary support to your region. You will be expected to maintain your territory until we arrive to alleviate the threat to our greatest extent.
Estimated Time of Arrival: 00.15.20 minutes...
We thank you for your patience.
///Activate Troj.Ware <{F a c t b o o k}The Drone Empire
Do not bow, do not praise, do not beg; you are pathetic enough already.>>FFT<<
The Xenocidal Machine Empire of the stars, at this point we're borderlining FanT...
You can call me Drone... or TDE.... or Dani. I don't know. ._.
NOTE: No, water, nor {conventional} EMP's, nor the off button, nor some computer virus, can harm us.Personification Life
An amazing RP, especially for the inexperienced yet ambitious RPer.
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by The Ottish Empire » Sat Mar 16, 2013 8:23 pm
by The Drone Empire » Sun Mar 17, 2013 8:16 am
///Activate Troj.Ware <{F a c t b o o k}The Drone Empire
Do not bow, do not praise, do not beg; you are pathetic enough already.>>FFT<<
The Xenocidal Machine Empire of the stars, at this point we're borderlining FanT...
You can call me Drone... or TDE.... or Dani. I don't know. ._.
NOTE: No, water, nor {conventional} EMP's, nor the off button, nor some computer virus, can harm us.Personification Life
An amazing RP, especially for the inexperienced yet ambitious RPer.
The First National Bank of Roleplay Knowledge
Have questions about roleplaying? Ask them here. Please.
Border Of Reality
Explosions! Fire! Superpowers! Fun!
by New Zepuha » Sun Mar 17, 2013 10:55 am
[13:31] <Koyro> I want to be cremated, my ashes put into a howitzer shell and fired at the White House.
by Nationalist Tantalus » Mon Mar 18, 2013 8:35 pm
by The Drone Empire » Sat Mar 23, 2013 7:43 pm
///Activate Troj.Ware <{F a c t b o o k}The Drone Empire
Do not bow, do not praise, do not beg; you are pathetic enough already.>>FFT<<
The Xenocidal Machine Empire of the stars, at this point we're borderlining FanT...
You can call me Drone... or TDE.... or Dani. I don't know. ._.
NOTE: No, water, nor {conventional} EMP's, nor the off button, nor some computer virus, can harm us.Personification Life
An amazing RP, especially for the inexperienced yet ambitious RPer.
The First National Bank of Roleplay Knowledge
Have questions about roleplaying? Ask them here. Please.
Border Of Reality
Explosions! Fire! Superpowers! Fun!
by The Ottish Empire » Sat Mar 23, 2013 8:50 pm
by New Zepuha » Tue Apr 16, 2013 2:30 pm
[13:31] <Koyro> I want to be cremated, my ashes put into a howitzer shell and fired at the White House.
by Nationalist Tantalus » Sun Apr 28, 2013 12:53 pm
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