The Quky Incident [CONCLUDED]

[Ammerinia]

Over the Quky sea
March 6th, 2084, 10:03 AM

The sleek frigate glided through the upper atmosphere, remaining cloaked. Aboard was the 19th Imperial Regiment, intending to secure the Island and make it an official Imperial Colony. The frigate would arrive at the Island within about two hours at top speed.

Along with the Xenith, several aquatic vessels (Three aquatic battleships, two aquatic assault ships, and six aquatic destroyers) carrying strike aircraft would accompany it to the Island.

Aboard the ISV Xenith

Col. Ferborne Wick Jr. plodded along the command deck. He looked as if he was in a hurry. Quickly, he opened the doors to the main bridge. Two officers saluted him as he went in. The bridge was busy with activity; officers were briefing the soldiers, and the colony leader was chatting with another officer.

"Officer on deck!" an officer shouted.

Everyone, minus one officer, stood still and saluted.

"At ease everyone." Wick uttered.

He strolled over to Sergeant Olivia Marshal, sitting at her chair near the holo-table. Olivia seemed unphased by his arrival as she looked up. "...Sir, Your beret is on backwards." she said, smirking.

Wick ignored the comment and put his hands on the holo-table. "Situation report?". Olivia stood up and pressed a few buttons on the table. "General Dysonn is on the line. He wants to speak with you." She said.

"Put him through."

A holographic screen popped up. It was of a younger man with long blond hair and an eyepatch, wearing a tight uniform. He spoke in a thick Afrikaners accent. "This is General Kingpin. Judging by your last transmission, i assume you are close to the objective, yes?". Wick hesitated "We're about two hours out from the Island."

Dysonn leaned back. "Good, good. Have you detected any other national forces in the region?"

Wick fumbled before replying. "Don't know, general. Our scanners are having some trouble operating while cloaked."

Dysonn began to frown. "That's definitely troubling. I trust you know what to do if anyone else claims the Island."

"Yes sir."

"Alright. Dysonn out."

With that, the holographic feed flickered off. Wick sat down in the command chair at the end of the bridge and sighed.

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OOC: This RP is intended for KAA members, but anyone can easily join. Just remember that tech is restricted to MT - Late PMT. (also, no godmodding, one liners, metagaming, etc.)

[Davinhia]

In orbit, March 6th 2084, 9:58 AM

I-85 Orbital Station, built just 4 months ago

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The Davinian orbital station was packed with a new division of soldiers, bred to be amphibious space-ground wise.

A woman dressed in her uniform walked swiftly with her helmet in her arm towards the officer's chambers. She knocked onto the door. "Commander,"

"What is it?" the commander replied, with his deep toned voice.

"We need to talk."

"Sure sure, come in," he opened the door.

The woman walked into the room, slightly larger than her own room, and the commanders trophies were allover. "Sir, take a look at this." She placed her helmet on his small dining table, and placed a small button with a lens on this table. She pushed the button, and a hologram popped up. She pointed to this unestablished island. "This island has no government. This is a great opportunity for us, but we don't have the get go from the president."

"Then call him in."

"Yes sir!" She replaces the small device from the holographic display for another device. She pressed the button. "Mr. President."

"Hello Colonel Whittaker, Portant. What have you called me for?"

The woman spoke, "Mr. President, there's an island that's unowned-"

"I'm well aware Colonel. I've spoken with my advisers, and the members of the High-Congress already about it. The majority said it shouldn't happen, but I say, why not?"

"But sir, our friend, Ammerinia, might already be trying to take the islands for themselves."

"Oh, I'm sure. That's why we need to get there first. Your station should already have the drop-pods necessary to get down there. Mark the coordinates, and remember, DON'T fuck this up."

"Yes Mr. President." Portant nodded, and turned off the Holograph. "Whittaker, get the men ready."

"Yes sir!" She grabbed her holographic device, and her helmet, and ran to the bridge to signal the drop-pods.

One minute later, everyone was ready in 3 drop-pods. The Sergeant on one typed in coordinates. "In three, two, one!" One dropped after another from different areas from the station, dropping onto the planet, heading towards the most south-western island.

[Ammerinia]

Over the Quky sea
March 6th, 2084, 11:49 AM

The ISV Xenith was about one kilometer out from the Island. The titan of a ship created a thin ripple over the waves, as it stayed invisible. Just then, it started to emerge from its cloak, casting a massive shadow on the water below. Suddenly, several sets of doors at the bottom of the ship began to open up. Tubes then appeared out of the doors, pointing towards the Island. Then, several sets of drop pods rapidly discharged from the tubes, careening through the air towards the coastline.

As the ship drew closer, the titanic sets of hangar doors on the sides began to open. Out poured at least a dozen fighter jets and dropships, quickly changing course towards the Island.

On the Island

The pods hit the soil with a loud bang. Robotic arms extended from each of them, anchoring into the ground and righting the pods. The doors of the pod closest to the beach opened to reveal a group of soldiers clad in power armor. They each ran over to where a dropship had suddenly landed.

Out of the ship stepped a group of colonists in white and blue striped uniforms each. They were escorted by two soldiers.

A pale colonist wearing a scarf, bowtie and coat, carrying a flagpole, then stepped onto the beach. The main ship looming in the distance.

He then stabbed the flagpole into a large mound of dirt. Within seconds, it extended and revealed the Ammerinian flag. "This land hereby bears the liberty of the Empire. Gods be watching Ammerinia. Semper Vigilo!" shouted the pale colonist.

"SEMPER VIGILO!" Shouted the rest of the soldiers and colonists, thrusting their weapons in the air.

Bridge of the Xenith

"We're touching down on the Island. Activating landing procedures now." said one of the two officers at the helm.

Col. Wick nodded, and walked back to the center of the bridge. Suddenly, he felt a tap on his shoulder, and turned around to see Lt. Karradlums, a young Grifian officer. He stammered out "S-Sir! Everest just sent us urgent information!".

Wick raised his eyebrow and exhaled before replying. "What is it?"

The Lt. gulped. "Davinhian forces have been detected landing on the Island. Eastern side. They touched down just now!"

Wick was momentarily stunned, before he returned to his chair and angrily sat down. "Well... fuck." he let out. "If the Davinhians claimed the Island, that means other powers must have discovered it too..."

Wick paused and turned to an older communications officer. "Tell CVR to keep the Davinhians off our asses, and inform the General.. and the Emperor of this."

"Right away." the officer said.

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IMPERIAL DEPARTMENT OF 
CIVIL VIGILANCE AND RECOVERY


To:  President Francis Underwood of Davinhia



Mister President,

It has been brought to our attention recently that you have began to claim the uninhabited Island located in the Quky Sea. Our national forces have also claimed
the Island. We must present you with two different options:

 - We negotiate terms of our claims of the Island over several months
 - You immediately desert the Island

Our strategic defense department has also detected reports of multiple other nations moving to claim this Island. You may either act now and find a solution for us 
both, or risk further hostilities on behalf of the Empire for control of the Island. You have 48 hours to make a decision.


Signed,
~Rick Firedawn, Director of Civil Vigilance and Recovery Department, Director of Strategic Defense Initiative
~Emperor Catherine Calculus

[Terracorps of The Quky Sea]

Terracorps HQ, Gyger Island, March 6th, 2084, 10:11 AM

Soath Kacy had just exited his personal VR simulation room, and stepped into his office, glancing at the paperwork on his desk.

Before he could finish sitting down though, the door opened.

"Mister Kacy?" said a purple-haired woman carrying a briefcase.

"Yes?" said Soath impatiently.

"Transmission for you." said the woman.

She strolled over to Kacy's desk, and set the briefcase on top of it. She then walked out. Kacy then opened the briefcase. A hologram suddenly popped up. It was of B.O.B., his robotic defense adviser. "Mister Kacy, we have an urgent matter!" said B.O.B.

"What's the situation?" Kacy replied.

"Scouts have discovered a large, uninhabited Island with several resource deposits. Sources are also saying that other nations have started scrambling to claim it."

Kacy then paced around the room for a few seconds. He looked at a digital map of the Quky sea. He then zoomed in on it, staring at the newly patched in satellite image of the Island. He then fixated his gaze back at the hologram.

"We may as well capitalize on it as much as we can then. We're pretty close, so we should be able to get there fast. Dispatch an Overwatch Battalion as soon as you can. I have a feeling this won't be easy..."

"Affirmative, sir." B.O.B. said before closing out.

[Butballs]

Aops Cove, the capitol building. March 6th, 10:15 AM.
A woman kicked her feet up on her desk, and lit a cigar. A knock on her door, she hit a button to buzz whoever it was in. A man with blond hair, and a perfectly tailored suit, placed a briefcase on her desk. He opened it up, and took out a holographic device, and flipped it on.

It was the President of Davinhia, Francis J. Underwood. "My fellow assossiate, the leader of Butballs. I don't have much time here, but I need a favour from you. There's an island in the Quky Sea, and I'm sure you know h-what I'm talking about. Now before you read my mind of what I want you to do, you might want to pay off your best corporations to start moving their men onto that island. Don't harm anyone until I give the get-go, or unless it's necessary. You don't have to pay your corporate friends a thing. The money is already in the briefcase. You know what to do. " the transmission ended.

The woman nodded. She puffed the cigar, and the man in her room nodded, he closed the briefcase, amd walked out.

Ooc: oh cool a corporate state, also jeebus our posts are similar, although i kinda like what i did here

[Terracorps of The Quky Sea]

Ooc: oh cool a corporate state, also jeebus our posts are similar, although i kinda like what i did here

ooc: Thanks, and don't worry about it; my post was something recycled from a canceled RP that i previously did.

[The GAmeTopians]

Notschia Royalement Station
Aboard the Notschia Royalement, or the Notch Royal Space Station in Common English, the military was abuzz with activity. Blue lights flashed through the wide corridors, and entire hallways moved with conveyer walks. In the cockpit of the station pilots and copilots scrambled at their control stations, maneuvering the station to face Earth. Engineers dashed from place to place at the core of the ship, keeping the electromagnetism and other aspects of the artificial gravity running.
"Sir! My report." A young man stood at attention in the center of the cockpit, facing the back of another man.
"Report, private." The man turned around. He had pure black, cropped hair, covered with a sharp officer's hat. His coat was covered in medals of honor, no doubt from previous wars.
"General Adiuveris, preparations are almost complete. The navy has reported that they are approaching the position off the coast of the island. They can then land and receive the drop pods."
"I need an ETA, private."
"Within two hours the pods will launch. The station will be above the island for no more than a half of an hour, so we will need to act quickly."
General Adiuveris turned back around, looking down at the Earth.
"Dismissed, private."

Royal Navy, approaching island
"Ma'am, transmission from Notschia!"
"Content?"
A woman in a navy blue uniform stood at the prow of the GSS Devastator, looking out in the direction of the unknown island. The girl behind her held a data pad, reading off of it.
"Military drop pods ready. Maintain speed. We will be in range to drop in two hours, be at the island by then."
"Message received, cadet. Return to your post."
"Aye aye, Admiral Cossia."
The cadet jogged off to the Devastator's communications tower. Admiral Cossia turned around, making her way to the control room of the Devastator. As she opened the hatch, she immediately began barking out orders.
"Captain Jorgen! Prepare the landing party. Full weapons.
"Navigator, maintain speed. We need to deploy the landing party within two hours.
"Communications, synchronize with the Notschia, and relay my orders to the rest of the fleet."
"Aye aye!" The entire control room chorused, and everyone hurried to carry out her orders.

[Davinhia]

Inside a Local Buffet, Grove Street, Davinhia. 10:32 am March 6th, 2084
The president was waiting in line to get into the buffet, and as he stepped to the register, the cashier said "Mr. President, I didn't expect to see you here, come eat free."

"No, ma'am, I insist I must pay. 3 adults, how much does that come to? Hm... alright three niks, here you go." He handed the money to her, and smiled as he shook her hand. Frank, Zoe, and Peter walked to their seats in the buffet. A woman came over to sign their receit, and they were clear to get food. As Francis was taking off his suit's main jacket piece he swifly said, "Now, make sure to eat three niks worth." They all giggled. Frank went to grab a cup for his drink, and he pressed a button on the machine, which made chocolate milk for him. Zoe got a bottle of South Seas Guava Rhubarb, and Peter got a Keiganify cherry cola. Francis brought his drink to the table, and went to get his plate. As he got his plate, and put some food on it, a man walked up to him.

The man shook for a while, "M-m-m-m-m-m-mr. president."

Francis smiled, and extended his hand for a handshake. "Hello there citizen,"

The man shook Francis' hand, and smiled. He walked away after getting a short autograph and picture from the president. A hefty man, dressed in a Davinian Military Uniform. "Mr. President, we need to talk."

Francis held his smile, and gritted his teeth, "What is it? Not now! Can it possibly wait?"

"No sir, Ammerinia wants you to pull out of the island immediately."

"Alright, let me see the documents, and I'll get back to them after I eat, thank you kindly."

He smiled, and nodded his head at people, as he walked through to get to his seat. Zoe quickly turned to him while eating some eggs off her fork. "What is it?"

"Oh some military fool wants me to do work at breakfast. I'll get to that later, now everyone enjoy your food."

------------45 Minutes Later------------

Davinian Official Document
Signed & Written by: Francis J. Underwood
For: Emperor of Ammerinia

Emperor of The Established Ammerinia,
I've read your message, and taken it fully into consideration. Now hostilities between the two of us is the last thing we both need. I've managed to keep Davinhia out of any wars ever since the Germ-Cloak rebellion was over.
We both want that Island, I know we do. We could fight over the island, but I think such matters won't be necessary. I believe this island could benefit the both of us, but let's work this out together, shall we? Let's put any hostilities to an end, and work on this together. Respond back to me as soon as you can,
~Francis J. Underwood

ooc: EDIT; on second thought let me revise that

[Ammerinia]

OOC: Finally back home. yey

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IMPERIAL DEPARTMENT OF
CIVIL VIGILANCE AND RECOVERY

To: President Underwood


We have given your offer some thought. After consideration, we have decided to agree on these conditions;

 - Military personnel of both yours and ours will not be involved in hostilities between eachother.
 - Davinhian personnel will have freedom of passage through Ammerinian territory, but can not claim it for themselves, and vice versa.
 - You will not harm allies of the Empire, and we will not harm yours.
 - Nations attempting to take the Island by force will be dealt with by both of us.

It is of our utmost hope that you agree to these conditions, as further hostilities over these terms between us will only make things worse.

Additionally, our Everest Space Station has detected unidentified drop pods and ships closing in on the Island. Their IFF tags match up with
 that of the "Gametopian armed forces". We have yet to do further checks on them, but suffice to say, your military assets may be needed.

Signed,
~Emperor Catherine Calculus

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Magos Beach, Main Island
March 6th, 2084, 12:49 AM

The massive starship was landed on a large hill overlooking the beach. On it, some modular structures had already been set up. The military's intentions were for the beach to serve as an orbital and aquatic base. Some armored divisions and infantry battalions were already marching across the Island.

On board the ISV Xenith

Col. Wick was on the bridge deck. He held a large electronic tablet, and was strolling over to an older officer with short, black hair. "Major... Mark Wildorf..." said Wick. Mark turned to face the colonel. Wick continued "Give K-Squad the briefing on the scout operation.". Mark nodded, and stepped into the elevator at the back of the bridge, and rode it down to the crew quarters level. He then stepped out and opened the door to the secondary barracks unit.

Standing was a large array of half-geared soldiers. Mark spoke up. "Attention... Private Sean Stawtfa, Corporal James Suoivbo, Lieutenant Michael-John Kellerman, Sergeant Amy Vincent, Private Korra Schmidt, Lance Corporal Daisy Jerico, Second-Lieutenant Sadie Jaegar, Master Sergeant Gordon Kazuiki, Sergeant Olivia Marshall, and Private Derrick Sarleech, report to me on the hangar deck."

Everyone in the bunk looked at eachother, before the entirety of K-Squad stepped forward.

30 minutes later...
Southeastern end, Main Island
March 6th, 2084, 1:19 AM

"I see movement... 10 klicks Southeast..." said Sadie as she lowered her binoculars and jumped down from on top of a tank, glancing at a dust-cloud in the distance.

The battalion was composed of about twenty GDA3 Olympus tanks, and sixteen hover APCs and utility vehicles. K-Squad was assigned to keep a lookout ahead. Gordon slowly got into position with his kinetic sniper rifle. "Can you ID them?" he said. Sadie zoomed closer with her binoculars, pressing a button that activated the IFF (Identify Friend or Foe) system.

"Armored infantry and some motorized battalions. They look to be Davinhian."

Kellerman hopped out of an APC. "A Davinhian battalion?" he said. "Our orders are to avoid hostilities with them."

Sadie got up, brushing bits of dust and grass off of her armor. "Fair en-- Wait... What the hell?!" Sadie pointed up to a group of fiery objects careening through the sky, rapidly descending. Gordon and Olivia raised their rifles. "Drop pods! They're going to hit the surface!" barked James. Everyone got down. The impending impact from the pods landing made a loud booming and quaking seconds later. Sadie grabbed her binoculars, and began to zoom in on the pods. She saw several groups of soldiers starting to get out. "CONTACT! 5,000 METERS!" she exclaimed.

"Who are they?" James said aloud.

Olivia suddenly crouched down near the ledge of a cliff, overlooking the land where the drop pods were. "Gordon, get me the ultraphone!"

Gordon obeyed, and handed her a small, thin, speaker like device. Olivia then put it in front of her mouth. The resulting message was heard directly by the Gametopian troops, and anyone else within the area, including the Davinhians.

"ATTENTION UNIDENTIFIED PERSONNEL; YOU ARE INTRUDING ON OWNED TERRITORY. STAND DOWN OR WE WILL BE FORCED TO TAKE ACTION"

[The GAmeTopians]

OOC: based on your time skip, I'm assuming this is two hours later. Please allow me to post my landing before acting on it.
Space Station, 1:00
"Devastator, this is Notschia. Deploying drop pods... Now."
In unison, three drop pods detached from the Notschia. Rockets roaring, they pivoted and blasted into Earth's atmosphere.
"Pods have entered atmosphere, engaging fall sequence."
Island, 1:19
The drop pods' engines activated again as they neared the island, slowing from their freefall to an almost dead stop in minutes. With a crash they impacted the ground, and soldiers came pouring out. Thirty-six of the Royal Empire's finest, full armour and heavy weaponry. At their front stood a soldier in pure black armour, with a transparent face mask. She spoke loudly and clearly.
"This island has not been legally claimed by any entity. We are legally free to explore and legally claim any part of this island that we wish."
Behind her, one of the soldiers radioed the Devastator.
"Devastator, where's our backup?"
"Right behind you."
At that moment three small frigates slammed into the sand of the beach, each easily carrying a hundred troops and their equipment. Boarding ramps lowered, and the mass of troops marched out and stood in formation.
Coast of Island, 1:19
"Infantry have landed, artillery are being readied to deploy, Admiral."
"Good, good. I don't want to take this island by force, but I will if I must. Pinpoint positions of possibly hostile troops, and ready long range artillery in case it is needed."
Nodding, the cadet once again dashed off. Only moments later, the cannons on the Devastator and its partner destroyer, the Incinerator swivelled and angled to face the island.

[Davinhia]

Davinian Official Document
Signed & Written by: Francis J. Underwood
For: Emperor of Ammerinia

Emperor of The Established Ammerinia,
I have put these terms into ocnsideration, and have fully agreed to act upon them. I have no objections to this term, and find it 100% O.K. in my opinion.
I have also read that your station has discovered some 'Gametopians" I haven't fully read up on their history, I guess I'll have to now. Try to get anything you can to stop those Gametopians from making any matters worse. I'll see what my troops can do, and I'll try to see if they're hostile or not. For now that is all,
~Francis J. Underwood

South-Western area 1:19 March 6th, 2084
Three scouts were surveying the area. "Colonel, you might want to see this."

"What is it scout?" She walked up to the scout, and looked through the device. "Wait that's not good. Everyone duck now!" Everyone ducked, as a drop-pod went flying above them, and crashed in their general area. One person fell on impact. "Is everyone alright? Scouts, I need full scanning in place. Find out who they are. I'm going to contact the commander to get focused on any space craft."
She pressed a button on her wrist-mounted com-pad. "Commander, I need you to check the orbital-zone for any unknown space craft. Unknown drop-pods have just crashed down near us. Also before I let go, make sure other drop-pods are ready just in case we need them. Whittaker out." She pressed the button again. "Everyone line up in a defensive positio- I think I hear something... I'll go check it out, everyone stay here and cover me." She pulled out her D-385, and turned on her heat & pulse scanner, and jogged until out of the small outpost, and then walked slowly to try and find any non-Davinian troops.

[Afidatrov]

March 7th, 2084, or R.S. 4112
1:02 AM
Afidatrov Diplomatic Assembly Building

The senator walked through the halls, footsteps echoing like the clangs of a hammer on wood. He'd walked this hall many times, but with no such urgency as tonight. Past the assembly hall he went, where all of Afidatrov's important foreign decisions were made. The graffiti on the wall glistened in the moonlight as he hurried toward Ambassador Kelly's office. "The perfect grandma" is the nickname she'd gained, partly due to the fact that she treated all of her subordinates like her grandkids. Now was no time for that, however, as the satellites had picked up something strange. He checked his suit and tie one more time before entering the room.

"Er, Ambassador Kelly?" He asked. The old woman turned around.
"What is it, Johnny,?" She replied sweetly.
"Our satellites have detected a lone island in the Quky sea. It's rich with resources."
"And?"
"The Ammerinians, Gametopians, Davinhians, and Terracorps are converging there as we speak.
"Hm... Send a diplomatic boat. Save the starships for later. Maybe we can negotiate this..."

[Ammerinia]

Southeastern end, Main Island
March 6th, 2084, 1:21 AM

"This is Sigma-9 to Control, potentially hostile contacts detected. I count... shit... i count several large battalions, and some armed aquatic vessels. Advancing at Grid Zero-One-Seven. Over."

"This is Sigma actual. You orders are not to engage unless fired upon, over."

Gordon let go of the transmit button built into his helmet. The visor de-polarized and turned transparent to reveal a worried expression on his face. He swiveled around and aimed his KM-15 kinetic sniper rifle in the general direction of the Gametopian soldiers. The coulomb of tanks then took up position around the cliff, their turrets facing towards the enemy. Sadie then steadied her GD2 assault rifle, and ran motioned for everyone to advance. The squad and several additional troops started to move towards the enemy position. Just then, she saw a female soldier bearing Davinhian markings coming closer...

Magos Beach, Main Island
March 6th, 2084, 1:22 AM

"What's happening?" said Major Wildorf has he angrily glared at a holographic map.

A young woman at the communications desk turned around. "Sigma-9 has detected potentially hostile troops. Gametopian. And... hold on..." The female communications officer leaned closer to her console. "The Gametopian aquatic frigates are preparing to fire on Sigma-9..."

"God dammit!" Wildorf shouted as he slammed his hands onto the command console. "This is taking a turn for the worse. We're outnumbered, badly. Can you get Everest to send us additional reinforcements, and maybe get some more information on these guys?"

The communications officer nodded, and she began typing.

Code: Select all

To: Everest Military Command
From: ISV Xenith Landing Party

We have encountered potentially hostile forces of Gametopian origin. We need additional backup. Also, please scan the orbital zone over our position. Gametopian spacecraft may be present.


On the beach...

The basic buildings and tents managed to turn into a large structure, with several hangars and docks. Welder sparks glowed as workers built the structure. Suddenly, several Kowalski-type battleships arrived at the shore. They began to unload. Out came several gunships, and several MA-3 Kat MLRS vehicles.

Everest Military Command, Stationary Orbit over Ammerinia
March 6th, 2084, 1:25 AM

The main command center was bustling with activity. Lord Marshal Ferborne walked to his seat above the command center. As he was sitting down, an officer next to him announced "Marshal, incoming message from the Xenith!"

Ferborne looked down at his console, skimming over the message with his eyes. "So, we're not the only ones with a desire to expand, huh? Ward," he said, while looking in the direction of an older operator in a combat vest. "Tell Gladius one to launch and set course for the Island ASAP." The operator nodded, and talking on his comm-piece. The Lord Marshal then looked back at the officer. "I need some research done on this "Gametopia". Inform the Emperor of any new developments."

STRATEGIC DEFENSE
INITIATIVE

To: Gameatopian Government
From: Emperor Catherine Calculus


To whom it may concern,

You are violating legally claimed territory, shared by the Davinhian Republic and the Empire of Ammerinia. Your options are twofold;

 - Withdrawl your military forces from our side of the Island, and no harm will be inflicted.
 - Refuse, and we will forcibly relocate you off the Island

We do not wish to inflict any serious harm on your forces, but we must if you continue to seize territory.


Signed,
~Emperor Catherine Calculus
~Rick Firedawn, Director of the Strategic Defense Initiative

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[Terracorps of The Quky Sea]

OOC: I'll be handling the battle-board this time. (well, for the moment anyway)

The flags should make it obvious, but;

Blue - Ammerinia
Green - Terracorps (me)
Purple - Davinhia
Red - GAmeTopians

Afidatrov and Butballs not added, because they haven't RP'd any claims yet.

I can't post right now, but i will soon

[Afidatrov]

For the Emperor Catherine Calculus,
It has come to our attention that this island has been the subject of much heat in the past few days. Over the resources, the Afidatrovan Government would be happy to negotiate terms in order to receive a small portion of the land. We will also be happy to provide support in the event of an attack by any opposition.

From The Afidatrovan office of Territorial Disputes.

The Afidatrovan A.S.F Fanfare sliced through the waves, crashing through the waves. The sailors onboard reset their watches to the proper time zone.
"Captain Stalfern?" a marine said, approaching the captain of the ship.
"Yes?"
"The island is in sight, sir. 20 Kilometers out.
"Ready the diplomats. Tell our navigators to find an Ammerinian outpost to present ourselves to. Ready their guards. We might need em'."
" Aye sir! The marine said, turning back to attend their post.
The rocky waters knocked the ship like a pinata as it approached the island. When it landed, the diplomats were escorted off.
"Land ho!" a sailor yelled. The marine bodyguards, in the latest high tech armor, stepped out and awaited for the diplomats to receive coordinates.

[The GAmeTopians]

Official Transmission of the Royal Empire of the GAmeTopians
TO: Ammerinia

To whom it may concern,
We repeat the words of our troops. This island has been officially claimed by none. No transmission was sent, no communication was received. This island and all of its respective parts are, in no uncertain terms, fair game. Threats of any kind may and will result in the invoking of treaties and pacts that will involve other nations.
I do hope things will not result in a full-fledged conflict, and that we may come to a valid compromise.
Respectfully,
GAmeDOS X, Lord Ruler of the Royal Empire of the GAmeTopians

Orbit
"Conflict on the ground, sir. I suggest we deploy reinforcements before we leave range."
"Affirmative. We need to hold a position on the island. Deploy two dropships, full complement."
As the General stared out to Earth once more, the station rotated until he no longer faced the Earth. With an explosion, docking clamps at the edge of the Notschia station released, sending two dropships jetting towards the Earth.
"Deploy an orbital station over the island - I want eyes on all parts of the island, 24/7. I want part of this island, private."
"Affirmative."

On the Island, GAmeTopian Forces
With the wave of a hand, the leader caused the troops to form up into spearheads. Two more ships beached with a quiet thump, carrying tanks and artillery platforms. The loud clatter of engines sounded as they roled off onto the beach.
"You will clear out of this area immediately, or we have orders to and will take combative action."
She shouted.

Coast of the Island, GAmeTopian Fleet

"Prepare to send in the building ships. I want defenses and rudimentary towers within 36 hours of the conflict resolving."

[Davinhia]

On the ground, Most South-Western point 2:13 PM
Patrol walked around, as the leader of the Third squadron, or the third drop-pod crew, looked at a map on his holographic device while inside a small tent. "Ah, I see that there is a lot of unclaimed land south of us, we could make use of it. Harolds, send your platoon out there, and start planting as many flags as you can. That land is to be secured by Davinhia, is that clear?"

"Sir yes sir!" Harolds screamed, and then swifly walked out with his gear on, and gathered up 20 or so men to march down southward.

The leader of the third division pressed another button. "Commander Portant Sir, We need vehicular troops and anything that moves faster than a man. I've checked in a bit on some intel and realized we're the only ones without any vehicles."

"Don't worry Webster, I've already called upon different stations, You should be getting atleast 10 T-28 tanks coming your way. Each squadron should be getting 10 each. Commander Portant out."

Aboard the I-85, 15 minutes later. 2:28 PM, Above the Quky Sea
Portant was on the bridge, when an engineer confronted him. "We've found the Gametopian station, we have no information on it, other than it is confirmed owned by Gametopia."

Portant turned around to face the engineer. "Good, we're going to have to get more information on whether they're hostile or not, get me surveyed intel, and keep a good eye out for them. But first I want them scanned and tracked, so we can send any diplomatic ships we can to confront them."

The engineer yelled, "Yes sir!" and walked back into his chair on the bridge.

[The Commonwealth of the South Pacific]

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[Terracorps of The Quky Sea]

Southern Beach. Main Island, 3:11 PM

An overwatch soldier watched as the mining rigs were being set up. A dropship carrying another few tanks then arrived. Out stepped a man in a gold and black uniform, and a trenchcoat. He walked over to the overwatch soldier, clutching a folder.

"Unit R-682939?" the man in the trenchcoat said. The overwatch soldier then took off his helmet, and nodded. "Yes, that's me."

The man in the trenchcoat then handed him the folder. "You're Jerry McKeel. I'm impressed with your leadership skills in the Overwatch department so far..."

Jerry smiled slightly. "Thank you, now is there something that you need?"

The man in the trenchcoat crossed his arms, and handed Jerry the folder. "Our spectroscopic readings show a gigantic depot of natural resources in the very center of the Island, under a lake near a mountain."

Jerry looked somewhat puzzled. "What kind of natural resources are these then?"

The man in the trenchcoat turned around, looking towards the vast landscape that made up the rest of the Island.

"Allenium, Admantium, Hydronium, Oil, Carbine, even small amounts of Stardust!"

Jerry stepped closer to the man. "But if there are so many natural resources in one place, why has nobody been there yet?"

The man in the trenchcoat turned around. "Actually, that was everybody's intention when they first landed on the Island. Thing is, the Ammerinians are bogged down in a confrontation with the Gameatopians, and vice versa, and Davinhia is too busy trying to explore the Island..."

Jerry and the mysterious trenchcoat man walked over to a table that had a map of the Island on it.

"... Here's where you come in; i want you to take some of our troops to the center, and net those resources before anyone else can, got it?"

Jerry hesitated, but let out a strong "Okay."

The man in the trenchcoat nodded, and got back into his dropship, which took off shortly after.

Within minutes, Jerry and a small force made up of tanks and armored cars were off to the center of the Island.

[Ammerinia]

STRATEGIC DEFENSE
INITIATIVE


To: Gameatopian Government


The western side of the Island was clearly claimed by the Empire several hours before you arrived. 
Shortly after, the Davinhian Republic publicly claimed the area that your soldiers are inhabiting 
right now. While international law states the unexplored regions of the Island are in fact "fair game",
it is a breach of regulations to actively intrude with military forces on territory claimed, and
used, by someone else. How you interpret that is up to you.

While we continue to hope that this comes to a peaceful conclusion, we are not afraid of direct engagement if it is needed.

Your current options are:

 - Withdrawl your troops from officially owned territory, and move somewhere else on the Island
 - Be destroyed

We hope that a peaceful end will come soon.


Signed,
~Emperor Catherine Calculus

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Everest Military Command, High Orbit
March 6th, 2084, 2:29 PM

"So, why have you called me here, Ferborne?" said Emperor Catherine, fixating her gaze on the large window in the conference room that overlooked the command center.

Lord Marshal Ferborne, and General Dysonn both sat down at the conference table. General Dysonn cleared his throat. "Our Davinhian allies have informed us as to the orbital position of the Gametopian station. The 3rd space fleet have just arrived from Galactus-IV and are standing by."

Ferborne then crossed his arms. "We can launch a preemptive strike.". Catherine frowned. "No..." she communicated in a firm tone.

Dysonn raised his remaining eyebrow. "But Emperor, we have one of the most advanced space fleets in--" Catherine motioned for Dysonn to stop talking. "I am not going to have open war, and that is final." she said. "Inform the fleet that they should position themselves in orbit, over the Island, to provide support if needed."

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Camp Stratus, Western Beach
March 6th, 2084, 2:29 PM

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To: Afidatrov Office of Territorial Disputes
From: Colonel Wildorf
Encryption: Epsilon Ennui

The Emperor has given permission for you to come onto the outpost for discussion. We are situated on Magos beach, which is located on the Western side. Coordinates are 284.838414, -71.324066. For security purposes, you must surrender your weapons upon entry. Emperor Calculus will be joining in on the discussion via holofeed.

We hope that this will result in a healthy agreement.

Col. Mark Wildorf was enjoying his new field promotion, after Col. Wick went missing. He pressed a small button on a control panel, and with that, the cargo elevator he was standing on descended downwards. Once it reached the ground, Wildorf continued walking, and entered the large building labelled "Administration".

Once there, a man in a black shirt greeted him, and ushered him into the makeshift conference room. Mark then took out a small holographic communicator from his pocked, and set it on the table. A feed of the second lieutenant, now Major Kellerman, and Sergeant Olivia. "What's the situation?" said Wildorf.

Kellerman spoke through the crackle of the communicator. "More Gametopian reinforcements are arriving. We're outnumbered almost two to one. Even if our weapons are superior, they have more boots on the ground."

Mark smirked. "I think that's about to change..."

Southeastern end, Main Island
March 6th, 2084, 2:30 PM

"What does he mean by that?" said Kellerman. Olivia shrugged.

Just then, a huge electronic booming noise was audible from behind them. Suddenly, a gigantic ship de-cloaked from behind them. It had the Imperial crest at the bottom of its large and complex structure. Rapidly following, two smaller ships de-cloaked and veered to land. Drop pods rained down from the larger ship. When the pods hit the ground, several heavy assault soldiers and tanks came out. Kellerman was awestruck. The smaller ships rotated their weapons to face in the general direction of the Gametopian frigates. The massive bottom turret on the larger ship rotated as well. The 3rd Fleet had arrived.

[The GAmeTopians]

OOC: I just noticed, you have been posting as if I am on the western edge of the island. I am not. If you looked at the battle map and my posts, you'll see I am on the east of the island. Outside your territory.
Also, quit the godmodding. Where would all those drop pods fucking land, anyway, even if you could send those ships at me? We're on a fucking beach, that is covered with my troops.
Fix it. I'm out otherwise.

[Ammerinia]

OOC: I just noticed, you have been posting as if I am on the western edge of the island. I am not. If you looked at the battle map and my posts, you'll see I am on the east of the island. Outside your territory.
Also, quit the godmodding. Where would all those drop pods fucking land, anyway, even if you could send those ships at me? We're on a fucking beach, that is covered with my troops.
Fix it. I'm out otherwise.

OOC: ...

1. Forgive me if i'm just being an idiot and not reading it correctly, but you never mentioned the location of your troops in any of your posts.
2. What part exactly is godmodding? Other than the message, i simply sent in additional forces. If you're complaining about starships in this setting, then perhaps you should not participate in Late PMT RPs.
3. I can't deduce what you're trying to say in the last part of your reply.
4. Can we please take this to telegrams? I don't want to clog up the thread with OOC posts like last time.

[The GAmeTopians]

Official Communique en réponse de Ammerinia

To reiterate, the section of the island that we currently control has not yet been claimed by any party other than ourselves. We specifically chose a point on the island that no one claimed to land.
We are also aware of your threat to our position on the island. Withdraw your forces from the area immediately, or there will be consequences.

The Island
As if in synchrony with the fleet's arrival, the two dropships dodged around them and coasted to the ground. A hundred troops marched from each dropship, each group escorting a Rumbler-class heavy tank. Once they were clear the dropships moved to cover the fleet, guns facing the hostile fleet.
"I reiterate! Leave. Now." The same soldier shouted. The attack squadrons knelt, training their guns in the direction of the hostiles.

[Davinhia]

Starfiend Base, Orbit. March 6th, 2084. 3:00 PM

Starfiend Base

The starfiend base is the largest station in the Davinian fleet, and was just finished last week, serving as an all-purpose base, but mainly for military operations. Aboard was the General of all of the Davinian forces...

"General Harrison," a soldier said wearing his purple uniform. "Commander Portant called for a drop of 30 T-28 tanks, I'm not sure we have enough for that operation."

General Harrison turned around, "We do have enough, but that's not our main concern. Our main concern is how we're going to drop them without anyone noticing."

"I suggest just dropping them, sir. I think it'd intimidate any possible hostiles, and make us look good."

The general sighed. "That might just work... fine. That'll do, sergeant, I need you to gather up 30 tank crews, place them in each tank, and just roll them off."

"But sir, what about precise dropping? If we drop them randomly, they'll probably hit the ocean or some unexpected country."

"Just drop the tanks, they'll do just fine."

"Yes sir."

The sergeant walked towards crew quarters, and gathered up 5 members for each tank. 150 soldiers crowded the hangar bay, as the airlocks closed, and the hangar opened. Within 10 minutes, each tank crew was ready inside their respective T-28. A loud "Go, go go!" was heard, as each tank went into a ball, and rolled out of the station, falling slowly towards the planet. Suddenly, each tank brought out thrusters, which fired up and propelled them towards the planet at a faster speed, also to adjust where they'd land. They were projected to land beside each main squadron's outpost.

OOC: I realized that my posts look a lot shorter now that I space inbetween dialogue
Edit 1:
"Allenium, Adamantium, Hydronium, Oil, Carbine, even small amounts of Stardust!"
wait wut

[Afidatrov]

Thank you, Colonel Wilford. Our diplomats are on the way from our landing site in the northeast tip.
Signed,
Jonathan Willobay, Afidatrovan Senator Of Territorial Disputes.

4:00 PM, March 6th.
The trek was long and hard for the landing party. They hadn't taken any vehicles as to "stay under the radar" of potential hostiles. Jonathan Willobay had decided to go as a figurehead for Afidatrov in the meeting with the Ammerinians. The rocky hills gave away to lush forest, and the wildlife chirped and buzzed among the trees.

"Are zwe vnear?" Asked one of the three diplomats, Emilian Voores.
"Not yet. If you don't stop complaining, we'll feed you to the... um... those things."Said one of the troops, Helena Marque as she pointed to a hive of strange bugs.
"Is that a light?" Said the other guard, Henry Boliven.
"I see it too. Do you think that's them?" Jonathan replied.
"It should be. There isn't any GAmetopians in this area, according to the map. Just Ammerinians.
The group continued to head toward the light. Who knows what was ahead?