New Olwe under attack!

[Provisional America]

At last, the Republican Front units have reached their destination, after a short R and R, begun their attack on the Nicky forces on the beach.

[Free Garza]

Free Garza has formally declared war on the Nickies and now the Revolutionary Party Militia already fighting the Nickies on the beach will be reinforced by regulars from the armed forces. No pretense of neutrality from here on, warns General Jose Guzman Torres, the Supreme Commander of the Expeditionary Force.

[Macureus]

The Macurean troops have commenced their assault on the enemy, beginning with a blistering artillery bombardment and several air strikes by R-09 attack fighters and L-87 helicopter gunships.

[New Olwe]

"Our allies are working together as a well-oiled machine now," Kneece reported.
"Good," High General Wansor said. "Where's that black mana coming from?"
"I'm a Squib, sir. I can't sense mana. But you shouldn't end a sentence with a preposition," Kneece informed him. "Sir," he added belatedly.
"Where's that black mana coming from, asshole?"
"Zombies," Lord Baldasari said.
"Zombies to you, too," Wansor said. "Is that some new greeting I'm not aware of? Putrid zombies to you this evening, fine sir."
"And gangrenous zombies to you," Baldasari replied. "But no, it's not a greeting. It's the new enemy. The dead Nickies... they're getting back up."
"Aratar," Lord Szwarz supplied. "He's a necromancer... so is his apprentice, Creel. We knew this would happen eventually."
"I still don't like it," Wansor muttered.

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"I'm sure that could be arranged," Jason assured Kara. Nicksyllvanian planes flying by overhead distracted him for a moment. Wonder what the fork they're doing? he thought to himself.
"Hey! You're bleeding," Kara informed him.
Jason looked down at his right hand... the handle of his sword had become slick with blood, and it was dripping down onto the forest floor. He switched hands and examined the Mark of Sakiko -- a Japanese symbol with powerful green magic associations -- on his palm. Blood was trickling out of it at an alarming rate. "Well, that's odd," he observed.

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"I like her," Kassia said with a smirk as she did what Alex had told her. She then held the thin leather rod hanging from her hand by a string out to Alex. "If you want to do the honors, you can... it'll hurt you too, though."

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"I can..." Virgilio started to say.
"Sir," Captain Baldasari cut him off, "whatever you're about to offer to do to make her neck feel better, now is not the time to hit on the Ambrosian officers."
"I was just trying to break up the tension," Virgilio protested. "It's literally cold in here. And New Olwe doesn't get cold." This was true enough... the all-time record low temperature was 63 degrees, and people had been miserably cold the day that happened because they were used to mid-80s in winter. The nation had never seen a single snowfall, even in the mountains.
"Do you sense anything?" Baldasari asked.
"No," Virgilio replied, suddenly serious. "Doesn't mean much, though. The really dangerous things can mask their presence. If something's forking with us and it doesn't want us to know it's here, we won't." The ominous proclamation hung there, and the temperature on the bridge seemed to drop further.

[Timakeia]

45,000 troops are en route to help the Nickies, because the Cardinal believes that witchcraft and magic are "Godless, Satanic evils that must be stopped". He is prepared to aid what seems the losing side due to his fanatical hatred of all magical countries.

[Backje]

OOC: I will be assuming everyone is attacking at dawn. If you attacked at night just TG me and I'll fix it.

For once, it didn't take the beatings of their superiors to wake up the Nicksyllvanian grunts. Enemy artillery intensified, and it was apparent to anyone that an attack was underway. Sure enough over the horizon came in the enemy, coming in dense and thick, the Nicksyllvanian frontline was outnumbered as the Imperial Army opted to spread the forces over 3 layers of defensive trenches so as to ensure the beachhead secure. If the enemy penetrates the forward line, which they should, they will only find themselves up against another line, while being flanked by the forward line as well. After the enemy bleeds themselves and begins to waver, a general counterattack with bayonets will be called, and the enemy will be pushed back and the Army will procede to go on the offensive. All very basic Nicksyllvanian strategy that remained unchanged since the 1920s.

The frontline is defended by 180,000 troops, in shallow trenches, surrounded by barbed wire, with a few small minefields that could be set up in the short duration.

The secondary line is defended by 150,000 troops, the trenches were deeper, having being carved from the original Olwean beach defences.

The third line is defended by 320,000 troops, as well as the majority of the tanks. The enemy is expected to cave in at the second line, and at such a time the 3rd line will procede forth and counter attack.

The Naval carriers launched what was left of Nicksyllvanian airpower, not only to protect the duster planes, but obviously because the enemy would be utilising aircraft in their offensive. What was left of the Naval fleet primed their cannons to give further artillery support to the troops.

37 Cropdusters, coming in from a long trip since midnight arrived, and continued towards the Olwean Jungle. The drowsy pilots popped some amphetamines to keep themselves from falling asleep during the mission.

Suddenly- and with absolutely no warning- all three trenches start filling with water from the bottom- despite none of the trenches being dug to the water table... And then out at sea, a rouge wave rises up and sinks a large number of the invadeing ships- but touches none of the defending ships... Only an hour later, a large A-bomb detanates 100 miles above New Nicksyllvania, It's EMP(Electro-Magnetic Pulse) destorys all electronics in the nation.

[New Olwe]

Suddenly- and with absolutely no warning- all three trenches start filling with water from the bottom- despite none of the trenches being dug to the water table... And then out at sea, a rouge wave rises up and sinks a large number of the invadeing ships- but touches none of the defending ships... Only an hour later, a large A-bomb detanates 100 miles above New Nicksyllvania, It's EMP(Electro-Magnetic Pulse) destorys all electronics in the nation.

(OOC: Dude... thanks for the help, but tone down the godmodding please. The trenches filling up with water is fine, and if you want to EMP New Nicksyllvania then go for it as long as they're okay with it [some people aren't, since it's kind of an effeminate thing to do], but don't post the Nickies' losses... let them try to defend against your wave attack and then they can state how many ships they lost.)

[The Baltic Alliance]

The Baltic Alliance, though arriving late, formally asks if New Olwe would allow them to deploy troops to defend their embassy and New Olwe as a whole as well. The President John Erickson has decreed in a statement put forth seconds ago...

"The Baltic Alliance will protect its assets and allies overseas at any cost. We will support New Olwe with all we have as they have been very generous to our young nation."

This was met to thunderous applause as the President went to gather the army.

[Timakeia]

The Cardinal Gerhard Ludwig Heinrich Drucker, Primate and Head of State of Timakeia, has issued the following edict: all wizards and witches, if possible, are to be taken alive and handed over to the Holy Office of the Inquisition for trial and burning at the stake. The same shall be done with all Jews and Muslims. He also sent 55,000 more troops to the front and overruled his generals on the issue of mustard gas, which he has ordered used against any nonhuman troops fighting him. Meanwhile, police are breaking up strikes and antiwar protests with tear gas and flamethrowers back home.

[The Georgian Emirates]

A single helicopter takes off from a ship in the waters of the Caspian Sea. It heads East towards New Olwe. It carries food, water and ammunition for the troops stationed in the Georgian Emiratian Embassy. The Georgian Emirates wishes they could support New Olwe more, but they simply do not have the supplies.
(OOC: Do we have permission to send extra supplies to our Embassy?)

[The Ambrose Islands]

Location: The Santorius

"Not trying to trump rank here," said Church in a nervous tone, "But can we please get out of the room with all the bodies of crewmen who died under mysterious circumstances?"
The Corporal seconded the notion. Not only was it cold as hell, but he was freaked out. In a normal mutiny he was fine, but paranormality was definitely not his area of expertise.
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Location: Reiff Airbase

Kara was looking at Jason with deep concern. A hand that was bleeding was normal, but a hand that was bleeding profusely from a mark designed (Kara guessed) to channel some kind of magical energy was not. Kara felt concerned and slightly scared but, most of all, she felt powerless. Tending to magical wounds was not covered in Officer Flight Training, and she had no clue on how to help the Grand Duke.
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Location: Lehman Beach

The ex-Ambrosian traitor was now sitting naked in a chair, hands behind his back and fear on his face. His head swiveled between Alex and Kassia, trying to debate with himself on which one was worse.
"Y-you can't do this! I have freedoms! I have rights!"
"I don't care about your rights, You're not here because of them." interrupted Alex. She slowly walked behind the chair, stepping so as to make sure that the prisoner heard every sound of her boot. She then leaned down to speak into his ear. "Let's not talk about your rights. Let's talk about your wrongs."

[Timakeia]

News of the revolution back home and the execution of His Eminence the Cardinal Drucker struck the largely mercenary army like a bolt of lightning on a clear, sunny day. So did the order disbanding the military from new President Klaus Vogel of the Provisional Government. The stranded soldiers are looking for a way home or a new employer, whichever they can find first.

[New Olwe]

(OOC: Yes, Georgian Emirates, you have permission to send whatever you want to your embassy. If you're roleplaying it, General Denise Stevens of the Olwean Diplomatic Security Corps is the person you're looking for... she's coordinating the defense of Embassy Row. I will make an IC post later, have to go eat supper now.)

[Backje]

Suddenly- and with absolutely no warning- all three trenches start filling with water from the bottom- despite none of the trenches being dug to the water table... And then out at sea, a rouge wave rises up and sinks a large number of the invadeing ships- but touches none of the defending ships... Only an hour later, a large A-bomb detanates 100 miles above New Nicksyllvania, It's EMP(Electro-Magnetic Pulse) destorys all electronics in the nation.

(OOC: Dude... thanks for the help, but tone down the godmodding please. The trenches filling up with water is fine, and if you want to EMP New Nicksyllvania then go for it as long as they're okay with it [some people aren't, since it's kind of an effeminate thing to do], but don't post the Nickies' losses... let them try to defend against your wave attack and then they can state how many ships they lost.)

(OOC: Um... I didant state their losses... I just said that a large number of invadeing ships sank... That is'nt godmoding, is it? ) I am letting him desicide exactley how meany ships sank. IC: Mere hours later a spaceship the length of a football feild Becomes visable in the skys above New Olwe, It begins dropping leaflets only minites later.

Leaflet:

The Republic of Backje officaly DECLARES WAR on New Nicksyllvania, and CONMDEMS it's ILLEAGAL invasion of New Olwe. We have allready detanated an ATOMIC BOMB 100 miles above the nation, causeing no physical damage but destroying EVERY electronic in the nation, INCLUDEING THE POWER GRID. Prepare for trouble New Nicksyllvania!

Sigined: Toa Dezalk

[Vystercia-Nasucrea]

The 18th Mechanized Infantry Division and the 4th Armored Brigade have launched their all-out attack on the Nicky position. They are not ready to stop yet, until the Nickies are gone and learn never to invade another sovereign nation again.

[The Ambrose Islands]

(OOC: Um... I didant state their losses... I just said that a large number of invadeing ships sank... That is'nt godmoding, is it? ) I am letting him desicide exactley how meany ships sank. IC: Mere hours later a spaceship the length of a football feild Becomes visable in the skys above New Olwe, It begins dropping leaflets only minites later.

Leaflet:

The Republic of Backje officaly DECLARES WAR on New Nicksyllvania, and CONMDEMS it's ILLEAGAL invasion of New Olwe. We have allready detanated an ATOMIC BOMB 100 miles above the nation, causeing no physical damage but destroying EVERY electronic in the nation, INCLUDEING THE POWER GRID. Prepare for trouble New Nicksyllvania!

Sigined: Toa Dezalk

[OOC: For future reference, that is godmodding. So is A-bombing NN without their permission]

[Fortareata]

Requesting belated permission to join this thread.

"Of all the times to be sent to New Olwe, it has to be now," Ambassador Bogoescu, Fortareata's ambassador to New Olwe (and winner of the "Most Sarcastic Disembodied Comrade" award) said, or at least, thought. The speaker in the human-sized spiderlike walker drone was the medium which turned those thoughts into audible sound. "In the middle of a blasted war. What if the New Olwean capital is already a shambling ruin, and the embassy isn't there anymore? We'll have to go back home, right? Darn."

The Fortareatan diplomatic party was aboard a Kamov V-50 transport helicopter (the only civilian transport helicopter allowed to leave Fortareata's borders as of the time being) bound for New Olwe when they heard the report that the New Nicksyllvanian has landed on the New Olwean beach. "Greeeeeeat," Ambassador Bogoescu remarked.

"Comrade Ambassador, the Scorpion Cell operatives in this country reports that the capital has not suffered any damage and the embassy building is safe," Radu, one of Ambassador Bogoescu's aides (and a cyborg), told him.

"Is that so?" the ambassador replied, "Good. Then, we should all act like good potential allies who aren't really into magic and meet with New Olwe's leader/s first of all and ask him/her/it/them if they need anything, then we should get to the embassy building and establish contact with Fortareata. I think the Supreme People's Council have already come to a decision anyway; they heard of the news already. They're probably investigating the causes of the war right now."

"Of course, Comrade," Radu replied. He then looked out the window of the helicopter and saw that they were almost there. "The transport will land in a few minutes," the autopilot's computerized voice announced to the diplomatic team, which is composed of about fifteen members: cyborgs, robots, and a man-sized spider drone controlled by a disembodied brain attached to a supercomputer leading them. For some reason, the Fortareatan Supreme People's Council chose not to add any organics to the diplomatic team to New Olwe. The rest of the team will arrive shortly afterward.

The Kamov landed without any complications in the airport located in New Olwe's capital. The diplomatic team walked out and headed for the main entrance, where a New Olwean transport was waiting for them.

"Well the, gentle... machines and semi-machines," Ambassador Bogoescu said in an uninterested voice, "Let's get this over with."

[New Olwe]

Requesting belated permission to join this thread.

OOC: Granted. But try to keep it PMT rather than full-tilt FT, since no other openly FT nations are actively participating at the moment and I know you're not a godmodder so I don't want anyone accusing you of it.

IC:

"I'm fine," Jason said as he traced a finger along the mark on his hand. The bleeding started to slow almost immediately... he was using some sort of magical healing spell. But he stopped suddenly in the middle of his task, and looked up at the Nicky planes again. "Those sons of whores!" he swore. "They're using chemical agents to attack the plants in the forest. That's what made my hand bleed. Hang on a second..."
He raised his hands skyward and closed his eyes, chanting under his breath, pouring so much mana into whatever he was doing that the magical energy became visible; a glowing silver ball, expanding quickly in size, hovering in front of him. With a grunt of effort, he hurled the massive blast of magical energy skyward... it wouldn't be enough to destroy all the planes, but it might take down enough of them to keep him alive. The bad news was, he was nearly out of mana now and anything he drew from the land from this point forth would be corrupted by the herbicide and only hasten his approaching physical decline.
"We haven't got much time," he said. "Let's go!" With that, he charged down the hill toward Reiff Airbase.

(OOC: Will let the new nations that have just joined get themselves situated before posting the main battle with the Nickies in the trenches.)

[Fortareata]

"Excuse me, ambassador," the Olwean driver said to Ambassador Bogoescu, whose single "eye" (a sensor on top of a dome-shaped headpiece) was pointing towards the window, looking at a statue of a man in robes.

"Yes?" the Ambassador said without pointing his sensor away from that statue, and without even a hint of the sarcasm and negativity that was so widely-known among his comrades.

"We are here." the driver replied. The spider-drone that serves as Bogoescu's mobile body stepped out of the limousine. His entourage of bodyguards and peers followed soon after.

"Thank you, my good man," the Ambassador called out to the driver before he left. A maid then escorted the Fortareatan diplomatic team into the palace, to a large waiting area.

"Please wait a moment, kind sirs, a representative of our government will arrive shortly," the maid said.

"I'm a woman, actually," a rather lightly-armored cyborg with long red hair and some kind of respirator blocking her mouth said in an artificial voice. She was the leader of the guards sent to New Olwe, and was obviously a woman. She only gets comfortable when she isn't acknowledged as such.

"Do forgive me, milady," the maid then said before leaving the room.

(I'll leave the rest of this meeting to the jurisdiction of New Olwe, if he wishes, as he is better than me in these kinds of things.)

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Great Hall of the People, Poienari, Fortareata (two days before the Nickie attack)

Premier Vladislav Alexandru and the Supreme People's Council were discussing on how involved should Fortareata be in the possible upcoming attack on New Olwe, after the report on the said subject was brought before the Premier's desk minutes ago.

"We must remember that our army is still untested and our forces are few," a member of the council said. "Thus, our aid to New Olwe should only be limited to sending humanitarian aid, like doctors and engineers to help them rebuild. We have made no prior preparations, and our military is not yet prepared for a war of this scale."

"But if the honorable Comrade Basarab remembers," another member of the Council replied, "we have, in fact made preparations to send at least some infantry and armored divisions armed with the most conventional of our weapons to any allied nation in case of an enemy attack."

"That may be true," Premier Alexandru said, finally deciding to speak up. "but how are we going to transport all those forces all the way to New Olwe? As you all know, we are landlocked and have no navy, and thus no capability to transport large amounts of troops."

"The New Olwe navy could help us," that same Council member from a while ago said. "If we tell them of the situation, they would be glad to help..."

Before the said Council member finished speaking, a call came for the Premier, which he took. A cyborg engineer's image appeared on holographic projector facing the Council.

"Pardon me for interrupting, Comrade Premier, but I am here to report that the Strigon Airship and its escorting fleet are ready for launch, as per your orders. Its directed-energy weapon systems aren't all that prepared yet, though, but it will still be a very powerful long-ranged artillery platform and flying aircraft carrier without those." The engineer said.

"Very well," Premier Alexandru replied, "Thank you. Notify the Emergency Expeditionary Force, then." The holographic image then dissipated.

"This is embarrassing," the Premier said. "It seems that I ordered the Strigon, as well as the entire First Air Fleet and all its fighters to be readied for launch and forgot about it. Well, dilemma solved. We'll use the First Air Fleet to transport our troops and engage the enemy air force. We won't need the Strigon's particle cannons or EMP cannons for this mission, since the Strigon (OOC: I would like to thank the creators of Ace Combat 6 for this.) and her sister airships is very capable of defending themselves without them. And we the aerial battles against the Nicksyllvanian Air Force should be a good first mission for our new CFA-44 Nosferatu (OOC: thank you, Ace Combat 6.) fighters. We should send the prototype with the rest of the expeditionary force."

The members of the Council nodded among themselves. The fact that the First Air Fleet was ready removed all doubts from their minds.

Now," the Premier said with a sly grin, "All those in favor of sending the First Air fleet and the Emergency Expeditionary Force to New Olwe, say 'aye'."

All of the members of the Supreme People's Council replied with a resounding "Aye".

OOC: This might be my last post for today. I'm beat.

[Backje]

The huge spaceship lands about a mile outside the capital and imideatley begins unloading its passengers: A team of 6 Toa and 10,000 Visorak, as well as a large number of collany dones. once it emptys it returns to orbit, ready to decend ofr the Toa at any time (By the way I'm a FT nation with... special powers )

[New Olwe]

(Better than you? Thanks for the vote of confidence Fortareata, but I don't believe that's true.)

"You must be the Fortareatan delegation," a tall, thin woman with black hair said as she walked up to the group. Though a non-magical nation might not know this, the robes she wore identified her first and foremost as a Healer rather than a diplomat... however, it was obvious from her bearing that she had diplomatic experience. "I am Lady Devincenzi," she said. "Please follow me." Getting the Fortareatans indoors was probably a good idea... she wasn't sure what the humidity would do to the cyborgs' electronic systems, and besides that there was always the possibility of a stray shell hitting this area.

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"What contingency plans do we have in place if the enemy uses weapons of mass destruction?" Minister of War Roland Wansor asked.
"Wurmrot, sir," an intelligence agent replied.
Roland shuddered. "Wurmrot? That's nasty." Wurmrot was a rare wasting disease, causing gangrene-like symptoms that very quickly turned into full-fledged necrotic sepsis. The only way to prevent the disease spreading throughout the body was to amputate affected limbs, and the only way to cure the disease was with the complex, difficult and dangerous to procure Blindweed Potion. Only a handful of master wizards were known to be able to make it, so wurmrot would be a very effective biological agent if deployed in an enemy nation.
"The Baltic Alliance has pledged support for our side," a communications officer said.
"Good news," Roland said. "We're going to need all the help we can get. What's happening on the beach?"

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42,000 Dekerins, 24,000 Goblins, 12,000 Elves, 5,000 Gnomes, 3,000 Centaurs, 2,500 Dwarves, 1,800 Talking Beasts, 100 Ogres, two dozen Vratix and 9 Zeltrons led the first wave of Olwean forces in attacking the Nicky positions, under the command of Edhelwe the Elf-Lord and Colonel Lehman (whose great-grandfather was a Half-Ogre). Another 4,000 Goblins took to the skies in gliders and hot air balloons to supplement the air support provided by the Ambrosian Dragon Riders, and approximately 200 of what appeared to be Valkyries also joined them.
Artillery emplacements, some of the people manning them actually of the human variety, started laying down covering fire. One of these gunners, Stefano Pasadore -- who had previously been the chief weapons officer on Virgilio's ship, before it sank -- turned to Edhelwe and asked him conversationally, "Why do you still use arrows? There are a lot more modern options you could go with."
As Edhelwe let an arrow fly, he turned to glance at Pasadore. It wasn't important to watch the flight of his arrow... in more than 3,000 years of practice as an archer, he couldn't recall ever having missed. "Bullets can't be retrieved after the battle and reused in the next one," he said, nocking another arrow and letting it fly.

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Aurora's plane limped into the hangar. It had been more badly damaged than she had thought... she was lucky nothing had gone wrong with the landing or anything.
"This thing's probably scrap metal," she announced to the technicians who rushed over as she was getting out of the cockpit. "If you can repair it, though, I'll promote all of you." She watched as the speed with which the technicians worked to fix the plane became frenzied, then turned and strode across the hangar. "Anything?" she asked Milos.
"Nope, skies are all clear," he said. "Our planes are coming back in to reload and recharge. It looks like my work here is done." He turned to face her and asked, "What do you think of Uniisa?"
"She's good," Aurora replied. "Very talented, if a bit... unstable. But I'm not the most stable person myself, so I won't judge." She paused, then asked, "There's an Ambrosian pilot up there, a Captain Kara Altere. Do you happen to know what became of her?"
"No," Milos said. "Nobody mentioned that name during any of the comm chatter I heard. But I came in late, so maybe she was just laying low by that time."
"Don't kid a kidder," Aurora said. "If she wasn't being mentioned it's because they were honoring her memory... she's been shot down." Aurora felt a pang of sadness over this... Kara had seemed like a good person, and she would definitely be missed.

(OOC: Right now, only Jason knows that Kara's still alive. So yeah, figured I'd deal with that.)

[Narodna Odbrana]

From above the Grand Duke, a crunching, crashing noise indicated the passage of a large object of some kind. Looking up, Jason and Kara saw – improbably – what appeared to be a small skiff floating in the air among the upper tree limbs, puffing smoke from a single funnel amidships.

From above them, amplified by a megaphone, came a dry, drawling voice.

“Hey man, need a ride?”

[Vetok]

To New Olwe, Vetok would like to send you a squadron of our SOAM Battalion, our most elite special forces, to assist you.

Head of War Department Legate Ricardo

'My people, sons and daughters of Vetok, we are called upon to defend our allies, the New Olweans. Will we stand by and do nothing, or will we help them and smash the aggressors?'

The crowd erupted in a chant, a tumultuous 'YES' over and over. His Holiness Vetok XI leant back and smiled. They would go to war...

[Gestron]

To: The Military Command of The Grand Duchy of New Olwe
From: Liet Eisenburg

The People’s Commonwealth of Gestron recently heard of the attack on the sovereignty of your nation. The People’s Council has voted to send food and medical supplies to aid you in your struggle against New Nicksylvannia. Along with supplies, 300 civilian medical staff have volunteered to help treat your wounded. These supplies and doctors will only be sent at the request and with the permission of New Olwe.
While Gestron does not have a powerful military, there is currently a measure in the legislature that would allow a small contingent of fighting personnel to enter the field on the side of New Olwe. The battalion contains only 10,000 soldiers, but they are highly trained and willing to do whatever is necessary to protect New Olwe.
We will wait for your reply.

Sincerely,

Liet Eisenburg
Chief of Operations
Gestronian Security Agency

[Backje]

The huge spaceship lands about a mile outside the capital and imideatley begins unloading its passengers: A team of 6 Toa and 10,000 Visorak, as well as a large number of collany dones. once it emptys it returns to orbit, ready to decend ofr the Toa at any time (By the way I'm a FT nation with... special powers )

Hello... Is anyone paying attention to me... I am on new Olwe's side by the way.