New Olwe under attack!

[New Olwe]

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

New Olwe welcomes any aid that Gestron is willing to provide. We leave it up to you to decide whether to intervene militarily, but request that you do send the humanitarian aid offered. We thank our newest friends on the international stage for helping us in our time of need.

(OOC: We view it as a violation of your sovereignty to take the decision of whether or not to send military aid out of your hands by specifically asking for it... it has to be your choice. )

Milos Ganush
Minister of Foreign Affairs
Prince of the Gypsies

[Fortareata]

(OOC: I think I made my ambassador a little too big. From now on, he will be the size of a small child and will only have four legs. Oh, and the First Air Fleet consists only of five giant planes that look similar to B-2 Spirits and are capable only of carrying planes and armaments and stuff, so we'll need the Olwean navy to transport our soldiers for us. I took the liberty of "borrowing" some New Olwean ships spotted near the coast nearest to us. Hope you don't mind)

A random day-care center in Poienari, Fortareata, three minutes after the order to prepare to move to New Olwe has been sent

"And He said with a loud voice: 'Lazarus, come forth!' , and so he rose from his tomb, still wrapped in burial clothes..."

Sylvia Alexandru's reading to a group of five-year-old children was interrupted when an aide called her through the intercom. "Miss Alexandru, a transmission has arrived for you. Shall I put it through?"

"Probably an order," she thought. She was, after all, one of the best pilots in the country , just as her father was one of the best strategists during the revolution. She loves to volunteer for work in the state-owned daycare centers, though. Anyway, she had to take this call. It was probably important. "Alright, put it through."

Her father's form appeared in the holographic projector. He didn't look at Sylvia right away; he turned his attention to the children, who all stood up.

"Hi kids!" he greeted. "Hello, Comrade Premier!" The children greeted back. He then turned to Sylvia, who was standing at attention. She was almost sure that he was going to tell her that the new prototype needed more testing.

"Put down that Bible for a while, Sylvia, you're going to war," he said solemnly.

Sylvia was confused. She didn't expect that her peace-loving father and his co-members of the council would declare war this early. Her father, however, continued speaking.

"About a day ago, our spy satellites have spotted a large fleet of New Nicksyllvanian ships on open sea. Our calculations suggest that they are headed towards New Olwe, and the report given to me by our Scorpion Cell operatives in New Nicksyllvania have confirmed that. We have already sent a delegation to New Olwe to talk about giving aid. The Supreme People's Council has determined that even though New Olwe has requested that we don't send in our regular troops so as not to risk a bigger war, we still need to send out forces that are stronger than our 20,000-strong expeditionary force armed only with the most conventional of weapons we can find. Thus, we are sending you and the Nosferatu with the First Air Fleet to New Olwe to aid in their war effort. Any other details will be given once you're en route to your destination. Vladislav out." The image then disappeared. Her father sure was in a hurry today. Probably because of the war.

Anyway, she was assigned to fly on a real mission this time. She was nervous, yes, but fighting for her new Motherland was her duty. So, she bid the children an early goodbye, telling them that she might not be back until next week, and left for the hangar where her new partner, the CFA-44 Nosferatu (a new fighter which was still in its testing phase) was waiting.

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Aboard the Strigon , somewhere near the New Olwean coast, about two days later

The Strigon (named after the Vlach term for the Grim Reaper) was a large fusion-powered airship. It looked more like a giant B-2 Spirit than anything, and was about as long as a large aircraft carrier. It could carry up to fifty planes and more than enough supplies for those, and sported several small particle cannons, conventional artillery cannons (for this particular mission), and a number of cruise missiles to lay waste on ground forces and machine guns and guided missiles (which replaced other weapons as per New Olwe's request) to protect itself. In accordance with New Olwe's request, however, the particle cannons will not be used in this particular mission mission. the Strigon was escorted by four smaller airships of similar shape, also carrying planes and supplies. They were not as heavily armed as the Strigon, but they were more than capable of defending themselves anyway. This was the Fortareatan First Air Fleet, pride of the Fortareatan military. It was the only one of its kind as of now, but two other Air Fleets are being constructed after this one was completed.

Meanwhile, the ground forces of the Fortareatan Expeditionary Force were several kilometers away, taking a different route to New Olwe. They were aboard New Olwean ships whose captains volunteered to ferry them to New Olwe to provide aid.

Sylvia walked around the giant ship with a great sense of wonder. Her people rode earlier versions of these ships about a decade ago, after escaping the former Grozzeland Empire to search for a new home, after their last victory in the revolution. She did not question this story one bit, for she was one of the people who rode those great ships (she was eight years old back then). Now, ten years later, she is in an airship again, albeit one more advanced (the older ones were decommissioned and placed in a classified location, and one was turned into a museum), this time to defend a free nation from foreign imperialists who probably don't even know that her nation exists. "That's good," she thought, "We have the element of surprise."

Sylvia was still pondering over a myriad of things when the computerized voice from the intercom made an announcement.

"We are now entering the combat zone. All fighter pilots proceed to your respective hangars."

"So it's time," Sylvia thought. She hurried to the Nosferatu and mentally prepared herself. She was about to enter the first battle of her life.

OOC: Once again, this might be my last post for today. I have to go to school again.

[Gestron]

Broadcasting on the Gestronian News Agency television station:

Earlier today, the Supreme Gathering of Gestron decided to send military aid, along with food and medical supplies, to aid in the Conflict in New Olwe. The controversial vote, ending in a 29-22 decision, will mobilize the Gestronian Security Force for the first time since the Civil War of 1993.
Those opposed, including Siet VanBusen of Sietch Tabr, claim that this will only lead to Gestronian lives being wasted. However, the majority ruled in favor, stating the recent diplomatic ties with New Olwe, and the goals shared by both countries. The First and Second Chapters, a total of 25,000 troops, have been mobilized and are currently on their way to New Olwe.

Captain Stills sat in the cargo hanger of the C-9 Atlas. The rumbling engine reminded him of the roar of the tanks moving through Arakeen during the second Gestronian Civil War. Memories began to flood his mind. He quickly supressed them.
"Focus on the task at hand," he said quietly.
Folding his legs across the seat, he began to mediate. He would need calm for the trials ahead.
The aircraft touched down early the next morning.

To: New Olwe High Command
Fr: Major General Esmar Tuek

The Gestronian detachment has just touched down. We are waiting on your word to deploy. Where do you need us?

Major Gen. Tuek
General in charge of New Olwe operations
Gestronian Security Agency

[New Olwe]

"Telegram from Gestron," the situation room's communications officer said. He read it out loud, and Roland thought for a moment before finally responding.
"Tell them to deploy to Lehman Beach," he said. "That back row of Nickies has over 300,000 troops in it, we're going to need some help there."
He watched as the first wave engaged the front line of Nickies. Behind them, human Olwean regulars lined up alongside the Macurean forces and awaited orders to attack. The sun was starting to come on in full force now, and Roland wondered whether the oppressive tropical heat might work against the Nickies. He hoped so... his forces needed every advantage they could get.

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Trooper Lena Kreuth shouldered her weapon and unconsciously brushed a lock of platinum blond hair away from her pretty face. All right, she thought. I'm officially an Olwean now.
Originally from Vystercia, Lena had been sentenced to death for getting an abortion... New Olwe's government had intervened and arranged for herself and several hundred other abortionists to be exiled instead, and she had wound up here. She was so grateful to her new country that she had taken the citizenship exam so she could join the Army. Now, she was waiting to be ordered into her first battle... and she was nervous as hell.

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Jason looked up in surprise at the sudden appearance of an airship, and winced when he saw the smoke issuing forth from it. [i]Just what the forest needs on top of that herbicide,[i] he thought. But this was an ally, and it was better not to offend them. He opened his mouth to reply, but knew almost immediately that something other than words would be coming out.
Bending at the waist to prevent getting any on himself or Kara, he vomited. Then he glanced apologetically over to Kara. "Sorry you had to see that," he muttered embarrassedly. Getting sick in front of others was one of the few cultural taboos in New Olwe.
He directed his attention back up to the airship and called up, "Sure. We're just heading to that airbase over there." Turning back to Kara, he added in an undertone, "Don't worry. I'll be fine once dusk rolls around."

[Narodna Odbrana]

“All righty,” came the voice from above, and a moment later a couple of rope ladders dropped down through the canopy. “We can haul you up if you just hold on.”

The sound of a pair of winches accompanied the ladders’ rise. As the Grand Duke and his companion approached the gunwales, they saw the airship’s name painted near her bow: Vulture.

It was, of course, an honest-to-God ether flyer, made of honest-to-God Martian liftwood. Where Narodna Odbrana had managed to get it, Jason had no idea; nor did he much care to ask.

Hanging to either side of the vessel were nets filled with what, at first blush, appeared to be coconuts. It was only after looking more carefully that their true nature became apparent: These were not, in fact, coconuts – rather, they were spider eggs. Eggs laid by the Spiders of Leng, to be precise – and all quite ready to hatch.

“Like my spider mines?” a large man with close haircut and a wide smile said. “Howdy,” he continued, exuberantly shaking the Grand Duke’s hand. “The name’s Jim Rainer.”

[Fortareata]

The bridge of the Drakkon, one of the Strigon's escort ships

"Sir, the Strigon has started to deploy its planes! Shall we follow their lead?" The first mate asked the captain.

"Nay, comrade. We'll let the Strigon's planes take care of the enemy's first waves. We will deploy our planes when the trenches are open." The captain replied.

"Aye, sir," the first mate said. "All ahed full! All batteries fire upon the first enemy aircraft carrier we see!"

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Great Hall of the People, Poienari, Fortareata

Premier Alexandru, who was currently waiting for the First Air Fleet's report, suddenly received an encrypted transmission. He was pretty confused (since there were very few transmissions that can actually reach him directly) until he saw the symbol of Lieraltz appear in his holographic projector.

"Oh," he said under his breath, "That guy." Lieraltz and the Vlachs have been allies for a long time, even before Fortareata was founded. In fact, Lieraltz actually declared war on Grozzeland shortly after the revolution, which weakened the Imperial Army, giving the Vlachs a time to recoup their losses. In short, Lieraltz is a friend, despite it being a totalitarian state ruled by a very Machiavellian despot with... questionable mental health. One who was a classmate of Alexandru's in "the academy", on top of that.

The said despot's image appeared in the projector.

"His Imperial Majesty Herr Rupert the Second, Emperor of Lieraltz!" A voice announced. Emperor Rupert started to speak after that.

"Vladislav, my friend, we have heard that you've entered a foreign war..."

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The Strigon, Zero Hour

"Nosferatu, launch!" The air traffic controller shouted on the communicator. After that, the CFA-44 was catapulted into the air. Four other planes (mostly Su-33s, Fortareata's most conventional fighters) took off at the same time. They were mostly piloted by AIs, whose usage was not forbidden by New Olwe. This battle is also to be a test for AI pilots, and Sylvia's entire squadron was made up of them not (counting her, or course).

The Nosferatu itself was different. It was controlled by a human aided by an AI copilot, a compromise between the people who believed the flight should be unmanned and the one that believes otherwise. Adding to that was the fact that the plane does not contain any control panels, which the Fortareatan scientists deemed to be "needlessly complicated". Instead, the plane was to be controlled directly by the pilot's brain using a neural-link helmet. This is an efficient way to pilot a plane, but it also requires that the pilot achieves full synchronization with the plane's AI, something that only Sylvia could do at the moment.

Sylvia's squadron flew straight for the Nicksyllvanian aircraft carriers, meeting with little resistance, if any at all. All that changed when they were but a few meters away from the vessel.

"ENEMY ATTACK! PULL UP!" The AI (which everyone called "Nosferatu", unsurprisingly) warned Sylvia just as a missile was about to hit. She dodged the missile just in the neck of time.

"Nosferatu, next time, please tell me things like that a little bit earlier," Sylvia said with an exasperated tone. "Yes, ma'am," The AI replied using his usual calm computerized voice. That seemed to calm Sylvia down.

After a few minutes, the Strigon released her entire load of fifty planes, and two of her escort ships deployed all their planes as well (numbering at thirty each plane). All of their pilots are bent on only one thing: to crush the remaining Nicksyllvanian air power so that the two other airships that have not yet released their planes could safely deploy and bomb the Nicksyllvanian trenches. They came late, so that shouldn't be too much of a problem for them.

Meanwhile, the airships began firing their artillery cannons on the Nicksyllvanian ships, with the aircraft carriers as the main targets.

OOC: I seem to have forgotten to post the part where my ambassador informs New Olwe's representative that we will help. I'll do that later, I hope.

[Joyous Zeltros]

Uniisa's plane followed Jake's as they joined the other fighters. At least Aurora had decided to stop for repairs. Uniisa didn't want her fighting disrupted by the mass morale loss that would likely come if Aurora was shot down.

That would end this far too quickly.

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Thurien chuckled darkly. "High General, psychological warfare is what we do best. Exile Squad can use our empathy to shake them with fear... or bolster up allies... or both."

"We're ready for it whenever," Milika contributed.

Artem, the eldest, grinned wolfishly. He could feel the battle approaching. His eyes were rapidly going from violet to a stark, sulfurous yellow. This would be fun.

***

Just as they had promised, the nine Zeltrons of Exile Squad's ground forces charged into battle, spreading panic and horror before them. It was a fear that would strike even the bravest, make them tremble.

Their weapons were of varying effectiveness. Most had guns, though Milika was gleefully hurling explosives, and Artem, as always, bore his swords.

Their empathy was linked in gestalt through Artem. His bloodlust fuelled their power.

There was other power in play, too. With a strange, berserk laugh, Artem was summoning bolts of blue-white lightning, channelling them down through his swords into his foes. Now, finally was revealed why he had left his home. The renegade Zeltron... and Dark Jedi fought, loving every moment of battle.

[Bavrungia]

(if this war is still going on) The United Socialist States of Bavrungia ask both New Nicksullvania and New Olwe to ask if we can sends diplomats to their country to decided which is deemed by Bavrungian standards to be the "good guy" in this war. If both country's let the diplomats we will be examining every part of the war. If only one country allows our diplomats and religious leaders to investigate their country's actions then they will receive our full support of The United Socialist States of Bavrungia's military and resources.

[New Olwe]

OOC: I seem to have forgotten to post the part where my ambassador informs New Olwe's representative that we will help. I'll do that later, I hope.

OOC: Fuckin' sigged.

IC

To: The United Socialist States of Bavrungia

We just received your request to send diplomatic observers and "religious leaders". May we ask which religion before making a decision whether or not to approve your request?

Sarah Halliwell
Deputy Minister of Foreign Affairs

[Bavrungia]

We thank you for replying so quickly. At the moment our Catholic Archbishop, Prudence Utopia, is our country's newly appointed spiritual adviser. Considering this we would either send him over or another Catholic representative and speaker for the Catholic church as it is our main religion at the moment.


Karnek Durem
Deputy Minister of Foreign Affairs

[New Olwe]

We thank you for replying so quickly. At the moment our Catholic Archbishop, Prudence Utopia, is our country's newly appointed spiritual adviser. Considering this we would either send him over or another Catholic representative and speaker for the Catholic church as it is our main religion at the moment.


Karnek Durem
Deputy Minister of Foreign Affairs

After careful review, we have decided to allow your religious leaders as well as your diplomats, on the condition that while they are here the religious leaders do not attempt to convert anybody. This is for their own safety, as the average citizen's stance toward the Catholic church is... unfriendly.

Sarah Halliwell
Deputy Minister of Foreign Affairs

[Bavrungia]

We thank you for your permission to let our diplomats and religious representatives in your country. We will promise no converting will be occurring during this visit. Thank you for the warning. We will send in our Private 3r6 Speeder plane(similar to a G5). I would like to know if this means of transport would be dangerous. Would the plane get caught in a cross fire or shot down by the enemy? If so we could either send our own fighter jest with the plane or change the method of transportation.

Karnek Durem
Deputy Minister of Foreign Affairs

[New Olwe]

Hmm... sounds like a civilian craft, and New Olwe's not about to go shooting at civilian craft. We can't speak for New Nicksyllvania, though. They seem like they're too honorable to attack a civilian craft, but we're not very familiar with them and can't really say for sure.

Sarah Halliwell
Deputy Minister of Foreign Affairs

[Bavrungia]

Well yes it is a civilian craft. We weren't really concerned about you shooting us down just concerned about the New Nicksyllvania air forces. But the religious leaders think that we should not take any precautions. But the diplomats think otherwise would like to talk to the Nicksyllvanians before we sent our people over. Also we would like to know is there any sign of an end to this war? IS there anyone helping the Nickstllvanians?

Karnek Durem
Deputy Minister of Foreign Affairs

[Bavrungia]

*The diplomats think otherwise, and would like


sorry about the writing mistake

Karnek Durem
Deputy Minister of Foreign Affairs

[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 for 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.

OOC: I believe this is strictly a MT-PMT RP, so I'm afraid I'm going to have to ignore the spaceship. I'll also ignore the nuclear attack for your sake, as it would warrant a massive nuclear retaliation according to our policy.

IC Response coming this night, just to see if anyone else has special deployments for the assault.

OOC: The spaceship is only for transport and wepon storage, dont worry aboult it. And unless you know how to use warpholes or warpdives,You wont be able to reach me to retaliate, and you wouldant be able to start your rockets anyway unless they have fuses, and if they do, They would probly still crash without the navagation computer.

IC: As gun-fire starts to reach the ears of the Toa, they begin to head for the beach to attack the nickies from the rear.

[Bavrungia]

what does FT stand for ? I'm new to this so i don't know much

[New Olwe]

OOC: PT is past tech (swords, bows and arrows, catapults, etc.), MT is modern tech (bullet guns, ballistic missiles, etc.) , PMT is post-modern tech (10-25 years into the future, or thereabouts; cybernetics, energy weapons, etc.) and FT is future tech (hyper/warp drives, energy shields/forcefields, etc.).

IC

Letter to Bavrungia

Karn Evil Nine is the only nation currently helping the Nicksyllvanians. However, since allies keep piling in on our side, we expect more nations to join their side eventually as well.

Sarah Halliwell
Deputy Minister of Foreign Affairs

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"It's nice to meet you, Captain Rainer," Jason said. He found it impossible not to like this man. Maybe someone who was a complete bastard might be able to bring themselves to disapprove of his seemingly boundless enthusiasm, but Jason thought it was a good quality. He examined the mines that had been pointed out earlier and recognized the oversized spider eggs for what they were. "Interesting," he said. "I can think of a couple of different ways to use these effectively."

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Lena had pinpointed the location of her former countrymen... the Vystercian and Nasucrean forces were flanking the enemy from the side, helping the Olweans. She was watching them so intently that she didn't even hear the horse pull up alongside her, and was so startled when it whinnied that she jumped.
"Any regrets?" the woman sitting astride the horse asked. Olwean women didn't ride sidesaddle... in fact, this one was riding bareback. She looked about Lena's age, but her rank insignia identified her as a Major. Not only that, but the name on her breast said 'Devincenzi'. Oh, great. She's a noblewoman.
"About what, Major?" she asked, a bit nervously.
"About leaving Vystercia," the redhaired woman replied. "I mean, I know leaving wasn't really your choice... but you looked kind of nostalgic just now."
"I guess I miss certain things about it," Lena admitted, "but no, I don't regret leaving. I mean, they did nearly kill me. For better or worse, I'm an Olwean now. So far, it's not been worse." She realized she hadn't used any sort of title, and hastily added, "Major." She had been instructed to always refer to female superiors by their rank... 'sir' was the wrong gender, and 'ma'am' was usually the wrong age.
"I would tell you to call me by my first name," the woman said, "but we have to talk fast sometimes in the Army, and 'Major' is a lot punchier than Mezzaluna. Still... don't let my rank intimidate you. I want to help, so if you need anything just ask."
"Really? I can ask you anything?" Lena said.
"Absolutely," Mezzaluna replied.
"Is it really true about your family? I mean, what you can do?"
"That we can communicate telepathically with horses? Yes, it is," Mezzaluna replied.
"What's he thinking right now?" Lena asked, glancing at the horse.
"He's wondering when we're going to stop talking and start fighting. War horses are bred for one thing, and one thing only... Nuncio here is as bloodthirsty as a Ralkovian." The Major said this with a slight touch of pride.

(OOC: Yes, I'm going somewhere with these two. No, it's not just a lesbian hookup. They'll be important later.)

[Vetok]

'This is General Ricardo of the Vetokian Central Command, to anyone who can hear me. We dispatched reinforcements to the aid of New Olwe. They were shot down and we have lost contact, I repeat, they were shot down and we have lost contact. We request that someone attempt a rescue. Over.' the General rubbed his sleep-deprived eyes. He looked at the adjutant manning the com-unit, 'Alert me if there's any change. I must inform his Holiness.'

The Emperor of Vetok sat in his chambers, digesting this piece of unfortunate news. He summoned a scribe in and dictated, 'To Admiral Hoshi, ready Commodore Kurtzn and the MAS. Have that sent off immediately.'

Aboard the Broadsword, the pride of the Vetokian Navy was a hive of activity. An urgent deployment alert meant that they were filling the ships reserve's and loading the last of its fighter complement aboard. In his quarters Commodore Kurtzn was receiving his orders, 'I can understand that Admiral, but they have an entire fleet! We have one carrier and twenty aircraft.'
'Your objections are noted, Commodore, but you have your orders. Carry them out' With that the monitor switched off. Kurtzn hoped that the Central Command would actually make a plan with the New Olweans...

[Gestron]

A Message from Major General Esmar Tuek
To all Gestronian Soldiers deployed in New Olwe

Alright, I have just received word that New Olwe wants us at Lehman Beach. Apparently New Nicksyllvania has a few troops over there that need taking care of. Load up in the UH-5s, load the heavy weapons and vehicles into the C-9s, and move out. Company 3, send a squad to the embassy to secure the ambassador for transport back to Gestron"

"You heard the man!" shouted Capt. Stills, "Move it!"
The base instantly became a bee hive of activity, with supplies and soldiers being sent this way and that.
"The beach..." muttered Stills, "At least we don't have to cross enemy lines to get there. Yet."
As quickly as the actions started, it was gone. The only things left were flapping canvases and the sound of thousands of helicopter props spinning in the distance.

As soon as the birds touched down at Lehman, Stills was off. "Captain Stills of the GSA reporting. Who's in charge here?"

[The Ambrose Islands]

[OOC: Wow! When did all of these guys show up!?]

Kara looked at this new acquaintance with suspicion at first but, upon seeing Jason's reaction to the man, decided that if he was good enough for the Duke, he was good enough for her.
"Hello, My name is Kara Altere. It's a pleasure." she said, shaking hands with the enthusiastic captain, "Interesting ship you have here"
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<All riders break left. Catch that back line!> Vernious called as Kraiil swerved avoid some stray lightning. Whether it was from that psycho Zeltron or his own Blue Dragons he didn't know. The Dragon Lord made sure keep his line moving. The Greys stayed on the ground, and that was their undoing. The Reds and Blues were in flight providing air support for the troops on the ground.
Fhruh-THOOM!
Vernious saw a group of Nicks scatter from the fireball that issued from Kraiil's mouth. those that couldn't escape the blast found themselves incinerated.
Vernious patted his friend of over one hundred years, <Good to see you haven't lost your fire. Now, let's thin out the back.>
Kraiil grunted his distaste at the pun and swerved towards the Nicksylvanian troops.

As he turned, his eyes caught site of something on the Ambrosian Embassy roof. It was a man. A familiar man. Staring up at him and smiling. Kraiil's attention was diverted by a second lightning bolt and, when he glanced back at the roof, the man was gone.
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"AHHHHHH! PLEASE! OH GODS!" The Ambrosian traitor screamed. It had been two hours, and Alex was admiring the prisoner's resilience. So far, he was missing three fingers on his right hand, four on his left, his left eye, seven teeth, his right ear (saved for Morvanya), two of his right toes, and Kassia was now cutting into his left foot. He was enduring unimaginable pain yet so far all they got out of him was how he did it and the fact that he was hired, yet nothing on who hired him.
That's what we get for training them so well I guess, she thought.
"OH PLEASE STOP! PLEASE I'LL TELL YOU ANYTHING!"
A smile crossed Alex's face. "All you have to do is tell us who is behind this and we'll make you all better." She had never been this wicked before. Now that she was, she was starting to like it.
"Okay, Okay! I'll tell you." The prisoner took a deep breath as Alex leaned in to hear.
"Do you know the Muffin Man?"
Alex's smile faded. "Wrong answer. Kassia, you know where to go next."
Kassia looked at the Ambrosian ambassador-colonel as though she had been told that Hexmas, Choco-Day, Orgy-Day, and Mardi-Gras had all been bundled into that very afternoon. With a look of glee on her face, she took her knife moved towards the prisoner's genitals.
"WAIT! WAIT! I'LL TELL YOU! I'M SERIOUS!"
"Too late for that my friend."
"IT'S ALLORAN!"
Alex's heart stopped. She raised her hand to stop Kassia, who looked disappointed. She then leaned in closer. No way it can be him, she thought, no way in hells.
"Alloran who?" she said, her voice full of fear.
This time it was the prisoner who smiled.

"Alloran.....Jahar"

[OOC: In case it isn't obvious, the Nickies just got a new friend.]

[Dekerin Domains]

Lord Kaltas grinned as his troops fixed their bayonets to their Galil assault rifles. No Dekerin went into battle without some kind of bladed weapon if he could help it. And the Nickies had pissed him and his army off. This war was a matter of honor, of backing loyal allies and defeating invaders. Besides, he enjoyed Olwean women and was protective of them. Now that they charged, the shrieking Dekerin warriors would never yield even a meter of ground. Dekerins fought to the death and refused to be taken alive.

[Draconia Magna]

75,000 Draconian marines, commanded by Lord Antigonus, have landed and begun coordinating their assault with the regular army under Lord Xander. Operation Triton, a combined land-sea-air-amphibious offensive, is now in effect to the utmost. Nothing is spared, in this all-out attack, with all reserves thrown into the action. This is a maximum effort to throw the Nickies into the sea once and for all.

[New Olwe]

(OOC: Nasty weather coming in. I don't log on in storms, so I'll be gone for a few days. Sorry. )

[New Othman]

15,000 paratroopers have been added to the New Othmanian assault on the Nicky beachhead. They drop everywhere they can possibly wreak havoc on the enemy.