"State of Emergency" - [Land of Power]

[Comrade Commisar]

Commonwealth of Grandstand,
Greater Commonwealth of Asahina

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This is more a series of internal and external incidents and communications throughout the Land of Power during the zombie apocolype. Grouping together other regional members for roleplay is nice, although with the expected heightened restrictions on immigration and such, I'm not expecting much to happen in the way of regional interaction.

"High Admiral Sharpe, the rest of the High Command await your presense. Please come with me."

Throughout the Commonwealth of Grandstand, and equally that of the entire region itself, many were preparing for the worse scenario. Supplies were being distributed in large number, food, water, medicine, and the like, with thousands upon thousands of families taking shelter within their homes - turning every available space into that of a miniature fortress. Military and armed government officials maintained themselves within government buildings and various places of command, as to maintain order throughout the impending crisis. Machine gun emplacements and light artillery dotted the landscape, with makeshift barriers constructed out of sand bags, barbed wire, sheet metal, and concrete laid about. Within Grandstand, the large steel 'bulkheads' of their great walls were beginning to bring themselves to a close, as flags fluttered quietly throughout the city and everyone prepared for the worse. Such preparation was not in light of a military invasion, as one would expect, it was within lights of something much worse. It was in light of an enemy that had been previously defeated earlier within the year, one of whom had been predicted by many significant sources to be back - and in force - the undead.

Well, in the more proper forms, anyway. Some refer to them as 'zombies', seemingly alienating such creatures from that of the dead, as to provide some form of respect or otherwise contempt and indifference when purging such creatures. Others deny such theory, claiming it to be biological weapon of war, or perhaps another cause of the sort. Within the Commonwealth, the proper terminology is that of 'uncivilized hordes' and 'barbarians', or perhaps that of some feat of 'natural selection', whereas the strong survive for the weak to be cast away? Regardless, these 'creatures' maintain themselves a nuissance - a most bothersome pest - one of which has reappeared since that of the 'Black April' of which they first arrived - seemingly of illness, followed by a sweeping plague. Replicated through the exchange of highly volatile and contagious bacteria within the bodily fluids, seemingly upon a constant search for the consumption of human flesh for nutrition or some method of replication, such creatures have made it apparent that they are not quite compatible with humanity. Within the 'Black April', the Commonwealth of Asahina took it upon themselves to raise arms only a few hours after the epidemic was announced, and purged the threat within days, whilst their allies attempted to research a 'cure' for such illness - the possible and probable cause of its reappearance, according to Commonwealth researchers.

Regardless, the enemy is upon the gates, and the Greater Commonwealth has taken it upon itself to prepare accordingly, with the Commonwealth of Grandstand, the heart of the mighty Commonwealth Navy, becoming one of the most fortified cities within the region. Initially prepared for the scenario of total war, the city boasts large, fearsome walls of steel and concrete construction, thick enough to maintain itself through sustained bombardment, and sealed with large gates known as 'bulkheads', constructed completely of steel alloys meant to maintain itself through almost any scenario. Dividing Grandstand into various sections, the walls act similarly to ship bulkheads, in that they could limit the advance of enemy units, although they also purpose themselves quite nicely to prevent the spread of disease and biological agents as well. Each section is maintained by an admiral of the Commonwealth Navy, of whom maintains a sizably armed group with a number of machine guns and field artillery, a former invasion plan also adopted by the Commonwealth Navy for this incident. Large zeppelins, Sky Frigates in Commonwealth terminology, patrol the divisions over the walls, providing an aerial overview for the High Command, and also offering an impressive armament should the event come where a section is overrun. A seemingly impenetrable fortress initially, this factor is increased tenfold when the steel construction of many walls and bulkheads allow for the Commonwealth Navy to stream massive currents of deadly electricity throughout specific sections of the walls, rendering it an incredibly deadly barrier for any enemy - much less undead enemy. Maintaining large stockpiles of rations and supplies, as well as their seemingly impenetrable defenses, the Commonwealth of Grandstand has made it so that they may preserve themselves, even if every other city within the Land of Power had fallen.

Likewise, to preserve the Commonwealth of Grandstand in its entirety, the city had to maintain an assertive command as well - the Commonwealth Navy High Command. Lead by that of High Admiral Amelia Winters, the High Command voted to temporarily promote that of Admiral Aaron Sharpe to High Admiral in light of the possible reappearance of the undead or 'uncivilized hordes'. Sharpe, known for his distinctive aggressive warfare strategies and his leadership in the recent War of Red and Second Auskralian Civil War, was seen as one of the most experienced men to maintain such a growing crisis, although his relationship with the rest of the Land of Power was questionable at best. Attending a meeting with many other members of Commonwealth Navy High Command, such as the famous Admiral Harold Braddock and ruthless Admiral Charles Winters, High Admiral Sharpe sought to determine the course of action for the Commonwealth of Grandstand, and address other nations within the region who had attempted to formulate a grand strategy for the crisis.

Standing over a large map of the Commonwealth of Grandstand, as well as the entire region itself, Sharpe looked at his fellows and offered a slight tip of the head, acknowledging the severity of the crisis in a rather subtle manner.

"My friends, I believe you all understand the dire crisis within our hands, and the potential threat it poses to our great society. Turtleshroom has attempted to maintain a grand strategy similar to the 'Black April' incident, of attempting to rally nations behind their command to cure the disease. Of course, as it is always said, prevention is much more preferrable to a cure, and to prevent such an incident from every reoccuring ever again, we must annihilate it in its entirety." Sharpe looked sincerely at his fellow Admirals, smiling an almost eriee grin, "The Commonwealth of Asahina remains one of the last superpowers within the region following the Dark Harvest and Black April, hence it is essential that we must preserve ourselves upon all costs - we must eliminate any sign of this disease from our society, incinerate the bodies, as to maintain that this disease shall never plague our peoples again."

"Our physicians are stating that the disease shall be more powerful than it was during the previous Black April Incident, Sharpe." Admiral Braddock stated, his word being held on for its every wisdom, "These claims are agreed upon by the University of Asahina as well as the Turtleshroomain Command Center, and hence, we must remain ever prepared in the scenario that this incident escalates for the worst."

"We're expecting the Commonwealth of Elenborough and the Commonwealth of Asahina to take heavy losses." Admiral Winters stated, the old man pointing across the map, "The Commonwealth of Elenborough is rallying behind Admiral Brunswick and Captain Knoll, expecting that of their religion to preserve them as they barricade themselves in their various churches and what-not. The Commonwealth of Asahina is gathering behind Lord Reginald and the House of Lords, and while we remember Lord Reginald to be quite the capable military leader, his forces are too thin and weak to possibly maintain themselves during the incident. We are not going to be able to assist them until we are done maintaining Grandstand, and that may take some time."

High Admiral Sharpe nodded at the concerns of the other Admirals, of whom were senior members of the Commonwealth Navy and were quite insightful of such incidents. However, Sharpe did not maintain his reputation for nothing. He was a brilliant military tactician, who knew that within warfare, one must expect any unexpected scenario to possibly occur - likewise, he applied this philosophy to such day-to-day activities as well.

"I am aware of your concerns, Admiral Winters, Admiral Braddock, but I have already formulated a plan of which I am assured you shall be most impressed. The majority of our warships are within harbor, as I am sure you are aware, and hence are unable to provide much support to the Commonwealth of Asahina nor the Commonwealth of Elenborough - there is a reason for this. Should, in the unlikely scenario, Grandstand fall, we shall evacuate the population upon these warships and set sail for a relatively safe location. To my knowledge, the disease of which effects these individuals decays flesh and removes muscle mass, henceforth we can assume that they cannot maintain themselves within the ocean - our greatest advantage." Sharpe smiled slightly, "With all respect to your philosophies, Admirals, it is within mine that this disease is some manifestation of natural dominance and dominion - whereas the strong survive and the weak are removed from society. Our of this incident, perhaps half of both Elenborough and Asahina shall perish, however, that shall allow more dominating members of society - such as Grandstand and the Commonwealth Navy - to maintain the Commonwealth for a better future."

"Spare me the tales of eugenics for another day, Sharpe." Admiral Braddock said in an unamused manner, "We have fortified Grandstand and the disease is said to strike within the next day, we have stated our contingency scenario, and have established ourselves for whatever seige may await us. If there is anything left to discuss, state it now, before we attend our positions and hold for the worst."

Smiling and shruging, Sharpe stood there quietly as the room was engulfed in a type of silence. Admiral Braddock nodded, rolling up the maps and placing them underneath his arm as he offered a sincere tilt of his head to the other admirals.

"Farewell, then. I am off to order the men to electrify the outer wall to prevent the entrance of those 'creatures', as well as establish communications between Grandstand and Jonesborough so that the Turtleshroomers do not decide to prematurely drop an atomic weapon on something. Good day, gentlemen." Braddock nodded once more before he exited the room.

Turning to Admiral Winters, Sharpe smiled and nodded, tilting his hat before exitting the room as well.

"I'm going to send envoy to Northern Auskral and Mackonia, to see what plan they have for this 'uncivilized presense'. Hopefully, we can reap some benefit out of this whole incident..."

[Greater Mackonia]

The Shalostiir Palace

"Your on air in 5 minutes Presidente" .

President Drematava Alvexion stared at the multitude of cameras and microphones that would soon broadcast his message to the nation, he was wearing a simple black suit with sash of the Mackonian flag
draped across his chest. Sikasith, for all his flaws was a brilliant orator and his broadcasts would stir the nation to do almost anything for their Premier, Drematava was charismatic, but he was an unkown, the
only credentials he had was the mandatory 3 years military service and a life spent in prison camps. The crisis had come at the worst possible time, he still needed to consolidate his power and this outbreak
would not help with this. The outbreak would also no doubt lead to a surge in popularity of the Black Spear, who had been the first to take up arms against the threat, Malthero had gotten all the credit for ridding
Mackonia of zombies the first time around, he would not let it happen again.

"On air in 5,4,3,2,1...."

"People of Mackonia, today I speak to you as your president on a matter of grave importance, this evening the undead hordes will once more attack our great nation, killing without pleasure or malice in a vile
effort to destroy our glorious union. This country has seen this before, we were weak then!, without a leader!, without a government!, Mackonia repelled the threat then and showed both the world and the ruling
classes that the Mack people will never! be defeated on their own soil. Today we are united and prepared!, they think they can bully us into submission, they think they can trample over our homeland
once more!. No!, a thousand times no!, comrades last we faced their ilk it was a war of survival, let this war not be one of survival but one of strength!, let us show these "zombies" who the world should be afraid of!
let the nations of the world in the Land of Power, in Esquarium and in all corners of hopelessness and malice remember that while they merely repelled the zombies, We destroyed them!. Let the undead hordes
fear our swamp so that never to lay foot on it again, this year and every year that they should rise to wage their pathetic crusades against all that is righteous! We shall fight them in the cities, we shall fight them in the
jungles, we shall fight them in the hills and in the blackest caves, we shall defend our hatchingland! No matter the cost!"

The cameras stopped filming and a short applause echoed from across the room, where a motley band of generals,scientists, politicians and the presidents own trusted minsiters had gathered to mastermind the Mackonian response to the invasion. Unfortunately most of these people were not his friends, they were Shyzarchi, members of "The Shadow State", that grand an omniscient conspiracy of communist hardliners ,secret policemen and generals who ruled Mackonia from the shadows, according to the liberal press and some of the more fanatic members of his own party. However while Drematava did not believe in this byzantine conspiracy, he could already feel that there was something wicked and corrupt that had saturated the Mackonian government,military and civil service.

Without saying a word the group marched out of the address room and followed Drematava, flanked by two generals into a spacious elevator, decorated with high quality copies of numerous Salvador Dali paintings, more relics from Sikasith's time in office. The elevator moved down, it kept moving far beyond the established floor zero and when it finally came to a stop the chill in the air reminded everyone that they must be some way underground.

When the elevator door opened Drematava was almost knocked back into the escalator, he had heard about "the Cavern", but had yet to see it for himself.

Drematava stood at the entrance to a huge underground cavern, its floor was illuminated with ghostly white floodlights suspended from the ceiling, people of many races and uniforms hurried about on the floor. Some were testing weaponry, at least twenty years ahead of its time, others were hunched over computers, bashing in orders to units across the nation, gigantic maps of Mackonia hung from the walls showing everything from weather fronts to nuclear weapons bases. "President Alvexion, I suggest you follow me" barked one general, a huge black scaled Ralthian Cyzarii, Xelvagus Sukkoth, now head of the Army.

As Drematava was lead through the labyrinth of sterile white labs built into the network of cave underneath the palace, currently most people were dealing with the matter at hand, diagrams of zombies seemed to
adorn every wall and Drematava was shocked to see a hunchbacked, blood splattered creature contained in one white container. Drematava continued to follow the general's lead until the group filtered into a huge
cavern, six glowing maps of Mackonia shone out of huge computer screens. A large round table seventeen black throne-like chairs dominated the center of the room, most of the group effortlessly took their seats
as if this had been done a thousand times before. Drematava, and his new cabinet of League of Freedom ministers stood awkwardly by the entrance, General Sukkoth sighed "President you sit in that chair, the rest of you just take whatever seats appeal to you....looks like we have a lot of work to do here ". The "chair" Sukkoth had been referring to was a huge black and gold throne adorned with silver dragons learing out from just above Drematava's head and adorning the armrests.

The council starred at him, Drematava suddenly realized he was expected to speak, "Well, I am not one for greetings and preludes, what do we know of the mutation, virus and its effects?, Dr Klasfienszvak". A short
white cat wearing a blue labcoat stood up and turned on the largets of the computer screens. The screen projected an image of some sort of DNA strand, or some other genome that the other councilmembers pretended
to understand. "Thank you herr President, az you kan zee vhee haf collected numerous samples of ze lazt Z-dag virus, mein department have been analysing,experimenting and weaponizing it ever zince ze first outbreak,during zis period vhee experimented vith various mutatizions and strianz of ze virus. As a rezult of zis I have isolated and identified ze new strain und successfully identified itz symptoms ja! sehr gut!"."Thank you Doctor, now what are the symptoms?". "The virus has numerous...unsavory symptoms, the first symptoms are typical of most hemorrhagic fevers, uncontrollable loss of blood through multiple orifices, however the virus also attacks the brain, after a few days the victim becomes extremely aggressive and develops a hunger for the flesh of their own species. At the final stage the virus actually strengthens muscles and the patient loses all sense of self preservation and control. Comrades....we have reason to believe that the virus may be able to cross the species divide".


The room remained silent, "General Ashkaliir" Drematava gestured to the head of the Air Force, "The solution remains unchanged by this development, we simply require a little more discipline with dealing with these zombies, instead of using the Black Spear and other militas the military will remove the zombies. Civilians not issued with the right equipment should be moved to the shelters*, the armed forces will move in to crush the zombies and those who become infected face immediate destruction". "The Black Spear will not stand for being sidelined General" spoke Oshmae Meiguir, minister of healthcare, one of Drematava's new cabinet, Drematava rubbed his temples and sighed. "General whether we like them or not the Black Spear are a necessity and potent force against the zombies, however we cannot allow for the senseless slaughter that earned us victory in the first war, as provided by the emergency powers given to me in this situation I hereby decree the following; No organization without a special governmental permit may independently hunt down the undead, all shelter are to be opened for refugees, however once the first zombie is sighted none may enter without going through extensive medical checks. All shelters are to have at least 10 medical staff and a trained doctor present". Drematava stopped and stared into space, it was ironic that his fist real act as leader would be done as a dictator "Finally....any infected Cyrzarii or Cat is to be executed as painlessly as possible, all infected and zombie corpses are to be incinerated without question". The council nodded in agreement, "Long live the Republic!".


OOC: Basically the plan is shoot to kill



*Mackonia has many,many nuclear shelters due to the paranoia of the Sikasith regime, many of which no serve as zombie shelters.

[Auskralian Republic]

Conference Room, Menson House
2349 Administration Street, Pyka, NPCD, Federal Republic of South Auskral
1534 hrs, October 29, 2013

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A great, ominous sense of dread had descended upon the generals gathered at the table, nay- upon all Auskralians who were living out what might be their final day as a normal human being. The centuries-old state of Menson House was exposed in the creaking wooden floorboards, and how a layer of dust coated the windows. Just days prior to the declaration of emergency, architects and urban planners had sat at the same conference room table, discussing the specifics and constraints concerning a brand-new capitol building for the new center of South Auskral's federal government. Outside, military convoys patrolled the streets, and roadblocks formed a defensive line a kilometer out from Menson House. The sky was grayish-black, with a thunderstorm approaching from the great swamplands which surrounded the city.

A dozen identical folders carrying documents of research and news reports were distributed among the gathered members of the Interim Military Council, a dozen high-ranking generals who were charged with serving the nation and it's people since Nikki Kovipaal resigned from the post of Acting President near the end of the Auskralian Revolution. For the several months they had been ruling, they had done so with a benevolent and fair hand, and it seemed Auskral would be lifted from this brief but brutal spate of undead pestilence and civil unrest.

In a sense, this incarnation of the Necrontyr infection (so named for the Eternal Necrontyr Empire of C'tan's admission to responsibility for the outbreak) was the same as the first. The first Outbreak saw the deaths of four million Auskralians, almost wholly on the west coast trade centers of Kordte, Idan, Hoyvasmuy, and the northerly capital of Telkemar- a city now in the hands of the Commonwealth and their North Auskralian puppets. Within a week, the infected had been entirely exterminated, and an even greater effort was made to eradicate the species of parasitic worm responsible for causing the initial infections. This effort was also successful in driving the aforementioned worm species to near-extinction, though several specimens were collected and sent to the Federal Center for Nuclear, Biological, and Chemical Weapons, located 20 km SE of Dyrenforth, DF. During the Auskralian Revolution, civil unrest and vandalism resulted in the loss of several of the collected specimens, a most worrying occurrence. Five weeks after the reported loss, a worker for Dyrenforth Commercial Industries suddenly died while working on a passenger aircraft, re-animated, then attempted to bite his co-workers, but was killed before he could infect anyone else. Such an incident raised concerns that a second outbreak was already festering among the Auskralian populace, completely unseen. The fears of the Auskralian people and government would soon be confirmed.

The middle-aged, balding man at the head of the table cleared his throat.

"Gentlemen, you all know that the enemy is among us.... yes?"

A young general, whose uniform was less decorated than the others, spoke up.

"Twenty-one 'people' were gunned down in front of the stock exchange two hours ago, sir."

Grim looks registered upon the faces of most of the gathered men.

The young man continued.

"Eight in Thesen, nineteen in Saasvelt, sixteen at George's Landing, and one-hundred-forty-three in Saaretmar, which looks like it will be the epicenter of this outbreak, sir. It also appears a foreign airliner was allowed to land at the airport here," the young man listed, taking a glance towards the International Airport's control tower, which was scarcely visible in the distance.

The balding man removed his bi-focals and placed them neatly in a tanned leather case. His face seemed restless from the strains of the past two days.

"Sir, is there nothing more to be said?"

The balding man said, "Yes. This meeting is dismissed. I do not wish to drown myself with the worries of news reports."

[Kavck]

Kavck, Eagle's Peak Command Bunker. Office of the War Marshal

"It's happening again." Jarid Harkness muttered to himself "Well, our reports say it's going to happen again. So, are we ready?"

Jarid sat behind his steel desk, two men seated in front of him. The pale and bony Julius White, the Air Marshal of the Peacekeeper Corps.'s air forces, dressed in his trademark black leather jacket over his black uniform. The large and lively Marcus Johnson, the Earth Marshal of the Peacekeeper Corps.'s ground forced, dressed in a dark green uniform.

"I'm still skeptical of this source's legitimacy..." Julius said "I mean, what does some nobody in Australia know what we don't?"

"Our sources say he was the first person who knew about the April outbreak." Marcus said "Chances are he would know if it was going to happen a second time."

Julius sighed "I suppose that makes sense."

"Enough about the legitimacy of our sources. If they weren't legitimate, I wouldn't have summoned you two and mobilized the Protectorate." Jarid said "What I want to know is are we ready for this? We beat the first zombie invasion and I don't plan on losing round two."

Marcus smiled, Jarid spoke like a champion fighter hellbent on keeping his title from a random upstart. It was reassuring to know man like Jarid was at the helm facing the zombie invasion.

"My ground troops are taking key positions in every city in the Protectorate and have told everyone in the country to stay indoors." Marcus said "The patrols have orders to shoot anyone found outside on sight, besides our own soldiers. Those zombies ain't gonna catch us with our pants down this time."

Jarid nodded in approval and looked at Julius for his report. Julius sighed again, still not believing that the dead were rising, for the second time in the same year. It was ridiculous to him, but, like a good soldier, followed his orders regardless.

"My air bases are on full alert and are ready to support our ground forces." Julius said "All available air-to-ground attack vehicles are fuelled up, armed and the pilots are on standby. Just tell me where and I'll make it go boom."

Jarid nodded in approval again. "Good." He said "Very good. We're gonna give the maggot farms everything we've got this time. No surprise advantage for them this time."

"Should you give the public an announcement of the coming battle?" Marcus asked.

"No." Jarid said "No speeches this time. This time, I shall speak with actions instead of words."

Jarid rose a wrinkled hand and made it into a fist.

"With the Protectorate as my hammer." He said before slamming his fist on the desk. "I will crush these invaders from the grave back into the dirt, hopefully, for good this time."

Now, all they, the leaders of Kavck, could do was wait for the coming battle...

[Comrade Commisar]

Commonwealth Navy First Mechanized Division,
Litlin, Turtleshroom

"Restock and refuel, we're moving out in an hour. We're moving to Jonesboro via the highway, with command saying that they'll airlift more supplies and reinforcements as we move. For now, get some shut-eye or perhaps something to eat - it's going to be a long road ahead of us."

Throughout the entire day, the Commonwealth Navy had been fighting the infected, the thin veil of 'uncivilized barbarism' quickly vanishing as the situation progressively grew worse and worse. The first initial reports maintained roughly ten percent of the Commonwealth was infected by the unknown disease or parasite of sorts, with most of the infection occuring within Commonwealth tributaries and territories overseas. In places like Grandstand and Asahina, most infectious individuals were sorted out within an hour or two, although many territories were still attempting to manage the large amount of undead, such as the Commonwealth of Elenborough. The First Mechanized Division, boasting a series of the formerly inconvenient and often problematic Winters Mechanized Vehicles Model No. 1, instead saw their vehicles as god-send - quickly eliminating the presense of infected within the Commonwealth of Grandstand and maintaining their advance into other infected territories. With the Commonwealth of Grandstand relatively stable and well, the Commonwealth Navy took it upon themselves to aid their allies within the area, although many did not expect the orders of High Command that evening.

'Turtleshroom has fallen', was the report many soldiers within the mechanized division received on their two-way radios many hours following the first signs of mass infection. Whilst the Commonwealth Navy had relatively low expectations for the Turtleshroomers, the fact that Turtleshroom managed to find the cure for the disease during the first Black April Incident, but fell during the second wave - well, that was absolutely shocking. With most Turtleshroomian efforts directed towards producing a cure, they had failed to produce any effective effort to curb the number of infectious individuals upon the streets, and like a type of pyramid scheme, the numbers grew exponentially. The Turtleshroomian Command, much to the surprise of many Commonwealth Navy officials, began requesting aid - something of which was never thought to be expected of the former regional superpower. Turtleshroom, now proven nothing more than a shell of its former glory, provided all the realization to the Commonwealth Navy that they were essentially the last protectors of the region, and henceforth were oblidged to protect not only their allies, but that of their supposed 'enemies' as well. Receiving the orders to advance through Maxtopia and into Turtleshroom, the First Mechanized Division took a deep breath of air as they came into the realization that the world following the epidemic would not be the same.

The next following hours would be the precise definition of 'hell', as the mechanized division fought through hordes of undead within Maxtopia before reaching the Turtleshroomian Border Guard - who, while possibly not fond of the Commonwealth Navy, was accepting of their support. Deciding to advance towards Litlin first to establish a base of operations, the speed of which the First Mechanized Division advanced through the deserts were astonishing, almost as if the Commonwealth Navy had prepared and modified their tactics towards such terrain. Finally reaching Litlin in the dead of night following hours upon hours of nothing but empty sand, the Commonwealth Navy was not particularly shocked to see the city under seige, the outer walls of the city plagued by masses of undead. Attempting to engage the horde, the First Mechanized only maintained their assault for roughly an hour, retreating within the safety of the city walls after running out of ammunition and fuel following the killing of hundreds upon thousands of infected. Rearming, refueling, and resting after spending all afternoon travelling and fighting within Commonwealth, Maxtopian, and Turtleshroomian terrain, many mechanized personnel were overjoyed to hear that the Commonwealth of Grandstand was airlifting supplies and reinforcements to relief their forces - although they were still expected to spearhead the advance after their brief resting period.

Enjoying the short period of rest before their next advance into Jonesboro to clear the zombie threat there, many mechanized troops were merely mingling at night with the populace and other crew members, being wary not to stray too far from their light vehicles.

"How many is that today... fifty-four? Yeah, fifty-four." A petty officer smiled faintly, scratching another tally mark into his vehicle, "Heh, at this rate, we'll run out of ammunition before we run out of these dead things."

"That's why High Command is flying in some Sky Frigates to offer us more ammunition and supplies then, isn't it?" Another crew member remarked, staring into the night sky while laying back against the vehicle, "It seems that Sharpe seems to have everything planned out to the inch. I have to be honest, I did not expect Turtleshroom to just bend over backwards like that - it's almost sad, really."

"It's called natural selection, mate - survival of the fittest. If a bunch of turtles and fungi can't make it, well, they probably aren't supposed to." One of the engineers said, cleaning the steam engine of the tank of ash and decay, "You should have seen their faces when I said that Sharpe was commanding this unit, it's a hoot. I even heard that chairman fellow of this city knows about Sharpe as well and hates his guts, but I haven't seen him around to tell him, so, eh."

"Sharpe is alright with me, he seems to have everything in check, and as long as he has my back covered, I have no problem with him." The petty officer stated, climbing into the turret, "I heard one the wire that this isn't even the only front that the Commonwealth Navy is maintaining, we have like, two or three other fronts, all scoring successive victories and multiple enemy casualties!"

"Tsk, it isn't particularly hard to kill what is already dead, what's hard is preventing other people from becoming them." The engineer stated, closing the engine panel, "It's only going to get worse, and that means less sleep for us. Hmph."

"Yeah, yeah, then why don't we get some shut-eye, yeah? We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow, rushing all the way to Jonesboro to put more dead people in their grave, and saving some two-bit rich sap who found his way to king or baron or something." The other crew member stated, closing his eyes as he laid back on the vehicle, "Hopefully, everything will be better in the morning, yeah? Yeah - so just get some sleep!"

"Hmph, nothing ever gets better in this world, it only transitions into a lesser version of hell..."

[TurtleShroom]

{I apologize for the late post.}


["MISCHIEF NIGHT" (October 30th, 2013 AD), 6:09 AM]

"What's yer briefin', Seargeant?"

The mushroom nodded- or what counted as it -to his superior, Four Star General Tecumseh Dukem.

"Sir, our military is containing the infection, but we were surprised to see them rise out of the marsh and most anywhere anything died. Having been policing the graveyards and boneyards of TurtleShroom, we were shocked to see such a massive zombie uprising in other areas, and had to relocate whole squads of soldiers at once, sir."

He nodded.

"Assumin' the worse case scenario, where a Cure cannot be found, how long would it take us to exterminate all them zombies?"

"According to the Black Death Prevention Units- our plague doctors -it would take about a month."

"A MONTH?!"

"Sir, yes sir."

"........how's the cure going?"


That's when the rank-and-file plague doctor, fully dressed in classical avian mask and thick robes, among other things, sighed and lowered his masked head.

"That there is our problem. You know how the flu works?"

"Sorta'. Enlighten me."

"Influenza is a special case of a virus, General. It literally mutates so rapidly that it's an entirely different organism, as far as DNA goes, than it was last year. Flu shots must be developed every year, forever, 'cause it never stops evolvin' and mutatin'."

It didn't take a rocket scientist to know what he was getting at.

"So... the mind worm........"

"That is correct. Its genetic structure has changed so big that it's genetically a new organism. We had to start the cure from scratch."

"Deployment time, doctor?"

"All Hallows' Eve, at night, assuming we can reach it."

"That's unacceptable. I want you guys to allocate enough funding to cure it by high noon tomorrah'!"

"Our Kings said the same thing; we've already made progress. Mighty B Oil has agreed to loan its entire profit margin in order to fund both research and a full Zombie Command infrastructure. We accepted, and with its assistance, that is a feasible goal. We will carry the order."

The General nodded as he looked at the briefings on the table. A large map of TurtleShroom sat next to a satellite feed showing TurtleShroom from space. The map was circled to mark zombies, and the circles were crisscrossing most of the country.


"Our goal was to run 'em over with tanks."

"That worked?"

"In the deserts, yes. Elsewhere, they ain't even movin'."

"Curses."

"Curses is puttin' it mildly. We've dispatched soldiers in a purely guerilla situation to fight the zombies with lead and grenades. It's working, but the situation is simply too slow."

Both the plague doctor and the Seargeant were unnerved.

"What are you hintin' at, General?"

"We must ask for help."


He turned to the doorway as an imposing man, feared and loathed by most of TurtleShroom, entered.

"Troops, this here's Five Star Admiral......... Sharpe."

[Greater Mackonia]

Somewhere in Southern TurtleShroom

Ancaelus Thrax eagerly polished his rifle, the transport was full to the brim with 18 Cyrzarii packed into it, they sat side by side, exchanging jokes and cigars as well as prayers and combat advice. This one APC was
part of a small convoy of around 200 men, 6 transport and 2 tanks that had vowed to cleanse the Land of Power from the undead hordes. After the Mackonian Zombies were swiftly put down in a frenzy more like a massacre then a struggle, the Black Spear had vowed to continue the struggle in neighboring lands, never again would the zombies threaten Mackonia. The Military were soon given the order from the President to carry the war on in TurtleShroom and other struggling states. Thus almost 60 million Cyrzarii had poured into TurtleShroom and her puppets, some out of genuine concern and others for more nefarious reasons.

Ancaelus was one of the later, he first joined the Black Spear back in the first Blacktyde and enjoyed their work, he had spent the last few months working as an "enforcer" for the milita, his job basically involved picking
fights with Communists, Democrats and whoever else got in his way. When the zombies attacked he was swiftly put into service destroying undead scum, he liked his job so he stayed with the milita and moved with them into TurtleShroom. Of course the Black Spear themselves were hardly doing this out of pure altruism, Malseth Malthero wanted a truly Greater Mackonia, now was his chance to seize some TurtleShroomer land, or at least some TurtleShroomer gold. There were also some religious reasons, only the Saaviik could raise the Cyrzarii dead, anyone else doing this was a blasphemer and should be punished as one.

The radio crackled into life;

"Egg-brothers, we are approaching our pray, prepare for battle and for glory! and fear no darkness!"

Ancaelus quickly grabbed his AK-74 shoved on a simple helmet and eargerly awaited his chance for a glorious death, after five minuets of tension the APC ground to a halt, the door flung open and the Macks charged out letting out a terrible cry of MACKONIA MALTHVERDI!!.

The sounds of children screaming, cries of help and the groans of zombies filled the air, jets screamed over head and a tall apartment block collapsed in a deathly inferno, the zombies were lumbering around the town square, they outnumbered the Macks and charged towards the soldiers of the hatchingland. Anclaeus raised his gun and fired, his bullets slammed into the horde, ripping open rotten stomachs and tearing through decomposing skulls and rotten brains. The Macks continued to shoot into the zombie horde, thinning it down until their captain gave the order for one last charge, Anclaeus sprinted towards the remaining zombies bayonets and claws raised. He jammed his long steel bayonet through the cranium of the first zombie, while he tore at the soft underbelly with his scikle-shaped claws, a gift from his prehistoric cousins the Velociraptor. Anclaeus tore through the zombies, he was utterly engrossed with the glorious destruction of conflict. Until the realization came to him, suddenly, the zombies were dead, their bodies littered the streets, they had lost one man and two were injured, however he had little doubts that they would survive. A human female wearing a bloodied white dress ran into the square eyes full of tears, face contorted with angst, she stopped by one of the zombies and began to morn, weeping in her own language Anclaeus didn't bother to understand. "You there!, association with the undead is forbidden!" barked one of Anclaeus's colleagues, she did'nt move, his friend, a Cyrzarii by the name of Rumarthin raised his weapon and shot her at point blank range. The human collapsed next to her companion's corpse, "Good shot " laughed Anclaeus as he surveyed their victory against the servants of the adversary.

"Burn the bodies and begin searching these buildings, I want this city secured by nightfall, two more battalions are coming to aid us in clearing this city of undead and we shall hold onto it!, Mackonia Malthverdi!, Malthero Thur!"

The city they had liberated went by the native name of Maixbin, Anclaeus and his squad were ordered to clear out several buildings, two apartment blocks and one church of zombies, and notify their inhabitants of the new management. Anclaeus stomped up the concrete steps, weapon at the ready, he approached the first apartment door and without any sort of preparation or warning barged down the door and charged into the room, there were no zombies here, but there were a small family of three TurtleShroomer humans. "You!, outside....zombie is of dead Mackonia stronk military state!, you get of your neighbours to outside comings" Anclaeus barked at the family in terrible English and they promptly obeyed, eager to see Anclaeus was not a flesh easting monster....well he had just had breakfast so not yet anyway.

The apartment block was soon emptied but as Anclaeus left the building he was greeted with a horrid sight, across the square from where the Black Spear forces were camped stood three Mackonian tanks and several orderly columns of khaki clad soldiers of the Mackonian Army. In the center of the square Anclaeus's commander was arguing with an officer, no doubt the commander of the troops, as Anclaeus led his captives into the ruined square he overheard the end of a heated argument. "...But this was a Black Spear victory!, we shall never trust Drematava to maintain the legacy of our conquests!".

The two commanders suddenly noticed that what seemed like the remaining TurtleShroomer population, they were mainly humans but there were an almost equal amount of Turtles and Mushrooms splattering the crowd.After a few hushed yet furious words between them, the army commander leapt ontop of a pile of zombie corpses that served well enough as a makeshift soapbox ;

"Listen Up!, all of you!, your government has failed to defend you and be default your neighbours, our country, from these abominations, therefore we have been authorized to help them in this task, but we are not the monstors most of you would like to think. The Republic of Greater Mackonia will not allow you and all settlements we occupy to simply fall into chaos and rebuild from scratch, we will build the foundations for your society with you extra cost to you the common citizen. But this requires that until our governments deem it wise, this territory shall remain de facto land of the republic of Greater Mackonia, we shall take our rightful reparations from your government and until then you shall remain Macks and live by Mack laws. I shall not stand here and recite the entire code of Silthuri to you but I shall provide you all with a brief summary:

Number one: All creatures whatever species,sex,sexual orientation,religion,ideology and race shall be treated as an equal before law and state and by your military govenors and appointees of the Mackonian State!
Number two: All laws concerning blasphemy,sexual orientation and other matters of law relating to christian and other religious dogma is hereby abolished!
Number three: The Sskissto-Streth are now authorized to operate in these territories and you as temporary citizens may make use of their services under the protocols of Mack law!
Number four: All morals are hereby proclaimed subjective and artificial inventions within these borders!
Number five: All income not earned is hereby abolished!
Number six: The Mackonian occupational government have the right to confiscate any property without further debate!
Number seven: Under the emergency zombie contigency protocals the Mackonian state and its agents may execute any creature without trial!
Number eight: Prohibition is hereby abolished!
Number nine: Enjoy Mackonia while you have it!"

[TurtleShroom]

{OOC: Mackonia, you're in Swamp Outpost if urban warfare is your goal.}


ALL HALLOWS' EVE, 2013 AD, 8:00 AM, CITY OF SWAMP OUTPOST

TurtleShroomer forces, militiamen, cops, and other entities had been gunning down the undead mobs left and right for hours, and all through the night. At about 3:00 AM, word was made that Mackonian forces had appeared from across the borders of the country and across Reverend Lyndon Love. Surprisingly, they began exterminating zombies at four times the rate of the TS tactical squads and seemed to be doing so out of the goodness of what heart they had. It dawned on them that TurtleShroom's call for international aid had been heard by the unlikliest of heroes, and now they were here to clean up.

The groups ran up to the Black Spearmen and the khaki Mackonian Guard, weapons in hand and ready to follow orders.


The Chief of Police of Swamp Outpost stood in front of the mixed bag of civilian police, soldiers, and laymen. A large Galapagos tortoise with a bass voice pitch provided excellent translation of their English into the Mackonian tongue. Choosing the lizard that was clearly the leader of the Black Guard in the area, and likewise finding the best dressed military commander, they spoke.

"Proud Mackonian military," the Chief of Police stated as the translator talked in their language, "We are humbled that you entertained our call for help. The full force of the local military armouries, the city and national police, and our brave militiamen are at your service and ready to heed your commands. You are clearly superior fighters and know exactly how to deal with the undead. We await your commands, sir, and will obey them to the best of our abilities."

A militia mushroom in the back turned and fired on a lone zombie with his shotgun, and turned back, smiling towards their newfound commanding officer.

"I promise you that our service will prove useful, and we will reward you for your efforts. I hope you like sapphires, because we have a literal ton waiting for you, not to mention some gold."


No one seemed to believe the crazed rantings of a Mackonian standing on a pile of dangerously contaminated zombies. Plague doctors in full dress- their beaks serving as gas masks -dragged the defeated zombies away from the city and locked them in sealed wooden caskets. Apparently, they were to be cremated in large industrial ovens and their urns were to be given to the victims. (This was a precaution taken from Black April, to avoid regeneration.)

[TurtleShroom]

"ALL CLEAR" ANNOUNCED

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HOLY REPUBLIC OF TURTLESHROOM
MINISTRY OF THE POLICE
BLACK DEATH PREVENTION UNIT
INSTITUTE OF PANDEMIC STUDIES

ATTN: ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE CONCLUDED


The last of the Cure has been delivered to the undead hoardes of TurtleShroom and throughout the Land of Power. Two hours ago, TurtleShroom officially eliminated all of her zombies, thanks to galliantry from the Aashinian Commissariat and Greater Mackonia, alongside a massive cure effort from TurtleShroom, Electronic Arts, Mighty B Oil, and Kavck.

Tens of thousands of zombies were lead into the desert by large meat trucks of various types of delicious livestock flesh, where they were promptly blasted with two Kablooka II class missiles carrying thermonuclear warheads, "just to be sure".

After two hours of waiting, TurtleShroom's Cold War siren warning system released its "all clear" chimes.
Finally, the country, and the region, is at peace.

The Land of Power is zombie free.

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