World War 3 (IC, Closed, PMT)

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IC:

Britain:

Charles Footsteps Echoed Loudly on the Granite Flooring. He sped down the long, and large hallway, desperate to arrive at his meeting on time for once. He reached the Large, Heavy, Wooden Doors at the end of the Hallway, and then struggled to open them. As he started to get them open, the guards behind him helped Charles. He entered the Room behind the Door, and he found 5 people ironically at a table probably meant for 25. He sat down at the table and looked around. He saw a comparatively small room with very well-decorated, colonial theme. "So shall we begin?" Spoke a older Caucasian Women, with Red-Orange Hair tied back in a bun. "We Shall!" Exclaimed Charles, as he lounged back in his Rolling chair at the head of the table. "Alright then, so now for the first order of business." Said an Elderly Man at the Opposite side of the Table. "We have a Serious Issue on our Hands." "And what would that be, Johnson!" Yelled Charles In a playful and excited tone. Johnson sighs and exasperatedly said "After a recent Terrorist Organization, Skull Neck, Hacked into the German Nuclear Launch System, and launched a ICBM at the USA. Although Unsuccessful as it's targeting system malfunctioned and led it into the Atlantic Sea, 500 Miles off the shore of the Island of Manhattan." As Charles Hears this his crazy face goes alight with happiness. After Johnson Finishes his sentence, Charles cackles and howl's in happiness, then stands up and walks over to Johnson. He whispers into his ear and says "So does this mean war?" He replies "Yes"

Later, Charles was reading the Official Document sent by the European Union.


Dear Prime Minister Charles Vincenton,

This is a formal request for assistance from the Commonwealth of Great Britain. We are delving into war to aid our allies in the USA to defend freedom and liberty, and we are hoping you can assist us.

Please respond ASAP.

Norm Hull,
E.U.,
Head of Department for International Relations,
Thank you.


Then he looked up from the letter to See his Assistant, Rex Cited. "Are we going to War?" Asked Rex.
Charles Responded with "Mobilize 90% of the Army, and Raise the Defcon Level to 3."

OOC:
Rules:
-No Godmodding
-No controlling someone else's nation with your Posts without permission
-Stay Active at posting
-Let me know if you are leaving, so i may come up with a tragic and gruesome death for you and your Nation in the RP
-Be reasonable with your posts
-No Nukes
-No Godmodding
-No Nukes
-No Godmodding
-No Nukes (Just want to get those 2 across)
-Have Fun

Also Keep all letter's clearly written and in Italics

I control Britain, EU, and Germany!

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The North Sea
The grizzled sea captain Seamus O'Keefe stood at the bridge of the LÉ Wu-Tang, the Republic of Ireland's most cutting-edge war vessel. A prototype deep water LCS Assault ship, it carried its astonishing firepower of heavy Bushmaster chainguns and 155mm heavy cannon at a graceful 46 knots over the stormy northern waters. As O'Keefe took another puff of his pipe he glanced skyward to see one of the Wu-Tang's complement of fighter aircraft land on the aft flight deck.
Ah yes, O'Keefe thought proudly,what a ship. What a beautiful piece of death-dealing art- its a shame we don't even get to use it, and chuckled.
After the declaration of the two new great alliances some years ago, Ireland had controversially decided to side with its old enemy Britain, beginning the New Allies, a coalition which would soon grow to include the EU and the mighty United States. But Irishmen did not forget that they were among the first. And they would not let the rest of the world forget either-- since the alliance declaration, the economically powerful Republic of Ireland had undergone a rapid expansion of its military, especially its navy: the Naval Service's 8 ship fleet had grown in a period of 6 years to now encompass a whopping 92 ships, all of them first-rate, though none quite as impressive as the Wu-Tang. And not to even forget the expanded merchant navy, which plied the seas across the globe and allowed unprecedented wealth to flow to the Emerald Isle. But the peace and unbridled proseprity were not to last. A messenger saluted O'Keefe:
"Sir!" he said, "Message from the Capital! Britain and the EU have been mustering their forces-- there's talk of war with the New Axis. We are needed in the Baltic at once!"
O'Keefe grinned. "Change course then at once! Full speed! Sergeant, brief the men on battle plans, and send a communique to any nearby allied ships to form up on the Wu-Tang."
Finally! The old bearded veteran thought, inhaling deeply from his pipe, Some excitement!

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British Naval Docks, July 5th, 0400,

Charles Wandered Freely around the Deck of the Charleston, accompanied by his Assistant, Rex Cited, and his Advisor, James Johnson. After a whole hour of wandering the decks silently, with the exception of the background noise of naval loading, Johnson finally spoke up and asked "What the hell is going through your mind right now Charles?" Charles Responded with "Blood, adrenaline, and Various insane thoughts." "How the hell did you get elected?" Johnson murmurs, as they descend into the lower decks of the Charleston. When they reached the second-to-bottom deck, Charles responded "By Lying, Cheating, and generally stopping at nothing to win." Johnson didn't respond, he just nodded his head as they casually walked along the steel-plated corridors, making their way to the heart of the ship.

British Cruise Ship Docks, July 5th, 1100

Charles Quickly rushed up to the Top deck. He kicked open a door and ran onto a stage, hidden from view by a curtain. Rex asked "Are you Ready Sir? Do you have your notes?" Charles pulls out a stack of Index Cards and yells "Geronimo" as he walks up to the Podium, where the Curtain falls back. He Begins his Speech.
"Good Morning Britain!" Chales Yells with a flourish of his hands. He looks around and see's hundreds of camera's aswell as a massive crowd of about 20 000 people. "How are you all doing today? Good, good, good, good, and Good!" He Exclaims with an accent on the last one. "Here we are, on the brink of war, and yet we still have very fair weather! Anywho, down to business! We are here, not for chit-chat, but to talk about the big Flibbity Flobbity War that may just kill us All!" Yelled Charles with a smile on his face. "I kid, I kid, but seriously. Were going to war. We are mobilizing about 90% of the army, and we are preparing to fight for the freedom and rights of all people. And we will not stop until the Tyranny that may just kill all great men is stopped. A great man once said "You ask, what is our policy? I can say: It is to wage war, by sea, land and air, with all our might and with all the strength that God can give us; to wage war against a monstrous tyranny, never surpassed in the dark, lamentable catalogue of human crime. That is our policy." That great man was the Winston Churchill. So to conclude this long speech, i say what my agenda during the war will be. I will be leading the war from the E.U. Head Quarters in Greece. Then Hopefully i will be returning in about 6 months! Well anyway, thats the end of my speech, Good Day to you all! " He says with an over-exaggerated bow. Then the curtains closed and the all that was left was the roar of the clapping and screaming crowd.

[Ninja Land]

The news spreads through out Australia in a blink of an eye.War. "Soldiers prepare for battles, Ships prepare for the worst the atlantic ocean, Subs prepare to be stealthy, landing ships full of men and woman prepare to dock, Jets; the pilots just prey that the sound of their planes going down won't be heard. We're the Aussies! Aussie Captain Doctor yells, "We ride in with Kangaroos and show the enemy who's in charge! (Just making sure, we're not actual going to ride in on kangaroos). "Prepare the ships, war awaits us"

Weapons (for most soldiers): M4A1, with scope, lazer pointer, and a special type of bullet that once penetrated will cause a small explosion making a wound worse, although this is not big enough to cause any serious damage to a tank.
Secondary weapon: Varies

Most soldiers have: 3 Grenade's, 2 flash bangs, bullet proof jacket, helmat, different colour of camo-wear

Some soldiers have: Claymore, C4

Battle Field: Secret till the real battle

Sea: Secret till the real battle begins

Defence Base: Secret till the real battle begins

Air: secret till the real battle begins

Hundreds and hundreds of Battle Ships from all across Australia launch of the docks ready for War, Military Bases from all over Australia ready to defend. Aussie Captain Doctor looks at Australia one last time through his binoculars before it disappears in the dark.

[THE UNITED FEDERATION OF ALGORENIA]

As the nation of Cnada watches from afar and tries to stay out of the immenent war and the massive military mobiizations which blanket Europe, Canadian President John R. Blyer feels compelled to help quell the threat of war, while still bringing to light the recent Russian military crusades across Europe and Asia.

Haroldon: "Mister Preident, The Assembly is ready to hear your speech sir, Good luck Sir!"

Pres. Blyer: "I don't need luck my boy, I need a miracle."


The President stands at the podium for a nerve racking silent 4 minutes, the audience and the onslaugt of media cameras feast on the morbid and disheartened face of the president as he tries to gether the strength to give his critical speech.

"People of the Proud Nation of Canada, To help counter the vicious and threatening advance of the Russian Empire, Delegates from Canada have decided to create a neutral joint trade and Defence Council which will help benifit its members in times of war and also help in the countering of anymore aggressive Russian military advancements into other nations."

"We would like to counter the Russian advancements into Europe and other parts of the world by forming a strong multination organization which will seek to stop the Violent Russian Crusade across the Globe which jeopardizes the economic and political growth and soverignty of thenations of the world."

"By joining we assure our members Safety in the event of Russian Aggression in the form of Economic and military assistance. This is by NO means a organization which seeks tostrike Russia first, we simply want to show to Russia that the world's nations will stand against its needless tyranny and imperialism."

President John R. Blyer

The crowd adornes him in applause and mass waves of cheering. The People of Canada felt more safe and assured, but how would the rest of the world respond to such a request and more so, how would the Russians?

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Belfast, G2 Northern Headquartrs
"...and in other news, the radio crackled, growing conflicts in Syktkvar, in Northern Russia, have resulted in the storming of a fortified Russian encampment by Syktkvarian rebels-- casualties are yet so far unknown, yet observers are curious to how the "ragtag" rebels have been managing a string of vicious attacks versus the might of the Russian military... and in other news Kim Kardashian is getting married again..."
The Irish Intelligence officer looked up from his desk: "Jenkins!" he yelled.
A junior aide fumbled into the office. "Yes sir?"
"Has Col. McNalley been supplying rebels again?"
"Yes sir, I do believe so. Sir." stammered Jenkins.
"Well tell him to keep up the good work, but also to get his operations bloody well approved next time!" barked the officer as Jenkins left the room.

Somewhere in The Barents Sea
The Irish cruiser was anchored 500 meters offshore of the frozen, godforsaken northern Russian coast. Two dinghies full of RPG's, battle rifles, grenades and electronic equipment were travelling to meet a party of Syktkvarian rebels encamped on the shore. The rebels could barely be seen admidst the falling snow. The Captain of the cruiser, Commander John Peterson, had been at this for almost three months now. Although the campaign to modernize and arm the rebels within Russia had been highly succesful, it was taxing on the young officer and his crew. He was looking forward to his upcoming leave and holiday back in Ireland.
A transmission came through the radio:
"Commander Peterson, come in," it crackled.
"Here!" the commander said, hugging himself to keep warm.
"Your assignment has changed. You are to disembark and accompany the rebels on their next mission."
"Yes, sir... wait, what?" spluttered the frozen soldier.
"Circumstances have changed, Commander. War has been declared. If these rebels we have been supplying for the last three months are to have any measure of effectiveness, they will need your superior training and leadership as well as your squad's special training and direction."
The commander was silent for a second.
"Yes sir," he said, and strapped on his sidearm.

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OOC:

Russia is not the main enemy, Germany is!

[United Gorhang Monarchy]

~July 18th, 2027, Inosis (Capital of the United Gorhang Monarchy)
Messenger: Hello your honor, I bring grave news.
King: Speak!
Messenger: The Germans, they burned down our embassy..... 122 Gorhangians were killed....
King: Dear God..... I knew this day would come....
Messenger: What are you going to do sir?
King: I know exactly what needs to happen..... the United Gorhang Monarchy will go to war!
Messenger: You can't be serious!!!
King: Run down the hall and tell the minister of defense.... that we are going to war.
Messenger: Yes sir!
*Messenger Runs Down Hall*
Messenger: Minister! The King has declared war on the Germans!
Minister: Yes, I expected he would. I shall ready the army.
Messenger: But... it is so small... we shall surely be defeated.....
Minister: We have a bigger army than you might think....
Messenger: What can you possibly mean...
Minister: You don't even want to know how many soldiers are hidden from the public's eyes in the Brear Mountains.
Messenger: How many are we talking?
Minister: Tens of thousands in facilities all over the mountains! We secretly have been building a gigantic army! But even it is not enough to topple the Germans....
Messenger: So what do he we do?
Minister: We need allies.... we need help to win this war....
Minister: Now go! You need to go to the mountains and tell the head general!
Minister: and good luck.... good luck to us all.....
~Gorhang shall go to war!~

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OOC:

Russia is not the main enemy, Germany is!

OOC: I thought I'd let someone else tackle that one.

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OOC:

Russia is not the main enemy, Germany is!

OOC: I thought I'd let someone else tackle that one.

OOC: But Russia hasn't even come in to the war yet, and germany is the Spearhead of the Axis

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Irish Naval forces in the Baltic have moved to blockade the Kiel canal, as well as deploying several thousand troops to the Danish peninsula which are to be moved to the German border.

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Germany (Quick Description):

Germany has drafted all Men Between the Ages of 16-30, as well as any active members of the military, aswell, the has 100% of the Army mobilized and prepared for war, and has raised defcon to 2. They also have all Nukes Activated and ready for launch at any time.

[Ninja Land]

2 days since departed from Australia

"Please Sir, you need to read this," says a young man no older then 19 or 20, "I think we need to re-think our plan of attack." The soldier hands Aussie Captain Doctor a folder. "Thank you young Man," he says with a strong Aussie Axent, "What was that name of yours again?" The boy looks up at him "Ron...Sir!" he says. "Right you are young man! Now run along, stuff has to be taken care off and the more help the better!"

Aussie Captain Doctor Sits down at his desk, and opens the folder.

"Uuuuuuummmmmmmm" he says to him self, "Now this is something to look into."

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Danish-German Border, Irish Field HQ
Several thousand Irish soldiers were encamped at the border, along with all the heavy assault and logistical equipment necessary for an invasion of northern Germany. However, now that Germany had made it clear that they were willing to use nuclear weapons the Irish High Command had recommended they did not advance into German territory until EU allies had disabled and encircled German silos. In the meantime, the online legions of the Irish had launched a massive cyber-attack versus the German population, delivering viruses to major German websites, hacking into German banking and medical record sites, and disabling the internet for any computer with a German IP address. This is the first of many sanctions authorized by the Irish Command to be used until the Germans relinquish control of their nuclear weapons.

[THE UNITED FEDERATION OF ALGORENIA]

Stealth bombers were cruising towards Germany at mach 2 speeds, racing to take part in the neutralization of Germany's air defence and warning sites. The Royal Canadian Navy also sent it's 4th and 5th fleets, composed of the finest aircraft carries, attack submarines and guided missile destroyers in the world, to stand outside of denmark and await further orders from the Ministry of Defence.

"Can't wait for the attack, I really want to get rid of these vicious Hun Bastards and get back home." said a young and clearly naieve sailor.

"Settle down Tillingsworth" said a tall and magnificent sagacious Commander, "Stay focused onthe mission, lose sight and you'll be heading home in a body bag."

"Yes sir, sorry sir." Replied the young man, " Sorry for acting so sophmoric Sir, it's my forst deployment an all."

"Understandable, I also remember my first combat deployment, Just make sure to not lose track of the main objective here."

" Admiral Huey, How are our last minute Preperations for the invasion going?"

"Excellet, We're currently awaiting the order to launch the offensive from the Ministry of Defence."

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Germany:
*Static*"Sir! Sir! Do you Read!" Barked the Radio on the desk "I read." Snapped General Alaric Jyeves. "Well We have some very bad news. Following the Terrorist Incident, and all of the Allies of E.U. declaring war on us, The fight is finally starting. Ireland has Hacked into most government Websites, though we believe that they only shut them down. As well they Hacked into 70% of computers with german IP's and wiped their Hard Drives. On top of that Irish Soldiers have made camp around the German-Danish Border." Said the Radio "Well... We must react upon these acts of agression with force. Launch the HPSLS and Arm it. Close the Borders and make Marshal Law in affect. Finally Gather the Marshal's and organize a Meeting. We need to talk about Project Mars.



Britain:
Sergent White's Mind Raced as they were loding into the new FGFA's. He was sitting in the back while Private Green took the front. White fet like he was going to puke. The Idea of bombing innocent people who didn't even know it was going to happen just ate away at his insides. It's different if they're in the Army, because they signed up for it, but innocent people? But it didn't matter, because he followed orders. He thpught about that for 3 minutes until his earpiece buzzed and schreeched "Juno *static* Takeoff" And then white pushed the lever forward, turning up the throttle until it was full.


5 HOURS LATER

"5 mins till bomb site" Said green, with a nervous edge to his voice. Poor kid, sucked up in the draft. First Mission ever and he's already on a bombing run.
"2 mins till bomb site" Repeated Green.
"30 secs till bomb site"
"5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Press the Button!!!!" Yelled green as he looked into the city far below that was known as Berlin.

[Ninja Land]

New Zealand

Orders have just come in to send our ships to the Atlantic.

Mission

To protect North America from Axis ships, subs, and aircrafts coming across the Atlantic.

Must be aware of Mexico and other country's who are not allied.

Must send 150-200 ships and fully ready for WW3

Mission Accepted...

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Outskirts of Hamburg, 11:47 pm

The eight Irish soldiers crouched low in the tall grass on the edge of the Autobahn leading into the city. Besides the chirping of the crickets, it was almost silent, as martial law and curfews had been declared throughout Germany. The men did not speak, they did not move. That is, until they heard the noise of an approaching motorcade speeding down the highway roughly 3 miles away. Quickly, two of the Irish Special Forces members ran forward with a pair of bundles and placed them on either side of the road, then, with efficiency, they uncoiled a metal wire and unwound it, retreating back into the undergrowth as they went. They disappeared into the grass just as the convoy of vehicles was approaching-- it was a Mercedes-Benz, carrying three German officers, followed closely by a military truck carrying probably around 30-40 German soldiers. As the two vehicles passed over the metal filament running to the bundles, a special forces member, hidden in the bush, pressed a detonator.

Suddenly, the night was banished.

The darkness surrounding the road was chased away and the entire stretch of road was lit up bright as day as the two bundles of incendiary explosives placed by the Irish threw the Mercedes into the air-- as it fell it crushed the cab of the troop transport truck, and the two ignited. Quickly, soldiers began to spill out of the flaming vehicle. Systematically, as the lurched into the open they were slaughtered by the elite Irish team waiting for them. There were more soldiers than were expected however, and by the time the one-sided gunbattle was done more than 50 soldiers lay dead on the road. As the vehicles burned and the Irish forces' muzzles cooled, the commander of the eight man team-- the man who pressed the detonator-- strode forward and kicked a body with his boot, saying, as he did, "Dulce et Decorum est pro patria mori."