The Great Genocide (Signup/IC)

[Cruciland]

OOC: Then scratch out the bonzai charge. I'll edit that part out, but if you want to scream at me about the other stuff, I'm gonna LMFAO. Ignore the bonzai charge. Anything else, then... (bites tongue to avoid saying an obscenity)

I did say after the Bonzai charge. I don't care about that.
I care that your drones flew 15 miles in two sentences without being shot down, though. That was interesting.

OOC: Whoops. Fine, let me fix something real fast...

IC:
Cruciland drones
The drones halted before the coastline, then turned to face the naval ships of Grand America. Instead of opening fire, they lowered to the sea waves and flew low over it, banking around them. Were they really just retreating?

OOC: Mission accomplished. They're right where they should be without ever going through that "flying over the coast" ruckus. Ignore all of those other posts at any time.

[Grand America]

I did say after the Bonzai charge. I don't care about that.
I care that your drones flew 15 miles in two sentences without being shot down, though. That was interesting.

OOC: Whoops. Fine, let me fix something real fast...

IC:
Cruciland drones
The drones halted before the coastline, then turned to face the naval ships of Grand America. Instead of opening fire, they lowered to the sea waves and flew low over it, banking around them. Were they really just retreating?

OOC: Mission accomplished. They're right where they should be without ever going through that "flying over the coast" ruckus. Ignore all of those other posts at any time.

1.) I'm not going to stop ignoring you because you make new posts.

2.) This isn't very relevant anymore, but where had you planned your drones to land without being spotted by US forces? Or Long-Range Scanners...
Not to mention you can't act against a nation that's ignoring you...

3.) Another problem that I keep seeing is your refusal to destroy a large amount of those drones, even though they're scout drones. If you manage to hit an EagleEye, it comes flying down like a rock. Considering there are tons of guns all over the patrol that can easily shoot down the drones with a single shot...
And then, even more in defense fleets and coastal defenses.

OK, now, I've said it before, and having it whiz by your head is starting to annoy me - My nation is referred to as the United States, not Grand America.

Now, as for your new post, that's really close to being disregarded for the fact that it explains right next to naught, nor is it really a pleasure to read, as RPs are supposed to be.

Let's continue in the OoC thread.

[The Eurasian Front]

DPR Eurasian Front Communique

Due to the vast distance involved, the DPR Eurasian Front doesn't see direct military involvement as a viable option. However, there is consensus in the army, party and central executive that equipment, arms and advisors will be made available to any nation taking direct action against the Cental Americans. We shall also accomodate any and all people fleeing this regime.

[Cental America]

DPR Eurasian Front Communique

Due to the vast distance involved, the DPR Eurasian Front doesn't see direct military involvement as a viable option. However, there is consensus in the army, party and central executive that equipment, arms and advisors will be made available to any nation taking direct action against the Cental Americans. We shall also accomodate any and all people fleeing this regime.

OOC: Okay, for the last time, every non-aryan in my nation is dead. They've been hacked to pieces by Aryan civilians, tortured, raped, and shot by soldiers, thrown into big vats full of potassium and had water poured all over them, and other such extremities.

[Novus Kanaan]

"Come in, Commander, Come in."
Melelah didnt respond. No one responded from the Jungle.

"Admiral, what´s your status, over."

" Things are calm on the sea, but im gonna need some new bridge officiers"

"Centurion Sono, whats your status?"

"Sono?"

Yol Von Island

The Commander lie down in the grass. He could not hear the radio, and if he had, he wouldnt bother. Everyone was exhausted from the relentless enemy strikes and their short supply of ammo and food made things worse.
In the end of the camp sat Private Ubuot, handcuffed by his fellow men for suggesting retreat. The soldiers were now thinking of following his advice.

"You know, we could strap a bomb on his chest and send him into that damn hole" an soldier suggested when looking at Ubuot.
"That way we get rid of both the enemy and that traitor."

Commander Sono rose and looked at his men. He could not hear what they said, but didnt like their looks. The men silenced and turned their faces towards the ground.
Sono was ruthless, but he wasent stupid. He knew the men wouldnt survive much longer and held up his hand to speak.

"Men, we all know that this war is over. We took water over our heads and our friends lie dead for no reason whatsoever. Someone at home is gonna pay for this, i promise."

The men nodded their heads in approval, spitting at the ground and calling the Prime Minister to go to Hell. The men left the camp after shooting Ubuot in the head.
"No prisoners" an soldier said.

Parliament, Apex Lux

"I Concur, the forces of 9th Regime is staying on Site Limbo!" Kafr Karam shouted from his seat.
The Parliament were discussing the war and the Right Wing had still great interests in it, however the Left Wing and even the Jewish Society made resolution for a change.

"We have made great progress on the Site and will not tolerate defeat. Our forces are more than capable of defending the Island from those who wish to claim it once more. And now that Cental America is risking war with the Seven Realms and its allies, they would never try something extreme." he finished.

The Ultraroyalists were united in their cause, however the leading party, CI (Christiovo Imperialis) were seperated on how to act.
Prime Minister Szerml showed no opinion on the matter, but waited patiently for someone to end the discussion.
Joséf Lijegloz, Speaker for the OdSocvn Party, rose up.

"We are a blight on their land, and like the different ones in their nation, we will be destroyed."
Everyone looked quietly at him.

"These people do not require numbers or fancy gears to win, although they have that they are no longer human. All humans of that nation, which we had intended to bring home, have perished. You say they would not dare a riskfull move?, well I say they do. You may not have seen it, but the US and Altaiire lead the outcome and their policies have always been wimpy. What are they fighting for? I cannot say, however I can also ask: What are WE fighting for? To save or destroy a whretched nation? Did Mankind slaughter the snake after he fooled them? The only ones with true cause to fight are the Cental Americans for they know their cause in their heart. To purge us from existence. This gives them strength and at the same time weakens us. We can show strength once more by choosing the tongue instead of the gun. Our sticks that hurt the beast cannot match when we call God for help. Let me remind you, gentlemen, He can move Mountains."

The Prime Minister looked down in shame, as he felt he had been twisted by his own propaganda. He had decided what to do.


Yol Von Island, Enemy Terriatory

The men took long, heavy steps as they decended down the hill. The beach were still a bit away and the soldiers stayed to rest.

"How far is it...Sir?"

Sono stood still. He looked at something beyond the trees and realised his mission.

"Men, we may not win this war but we certainly gonna complete our mission. Not in a 16 years service have I failed a task. Beyond these trees lies our target, the AA Guns. We will need 7 men to plant the charges, while the rest distract them."

"But sir, we have no idea how much terriatory the have retaken. They could have taken the whole Island and destroyed our ships. It is a suicide mission!"

The Commander dropped his rambo act and looked seriously at his men.

"It may very well be, but these sons of bitches will burn when we go to Paradise. Thats all I want and If you dont feel up to the task, then leave. I wont stop you."

A few soldiers doubted, but there was little time to think as they were spotted by snipers.
Two soldiers fell and the rest ran towards the target. The soldiers at the base had heard the shoots and was well aware, however quite few.
About two dozen soldiers ran out of the Jungle storming the Cental Americans. It was chaos, but in admist all this the soldiers planted as many charges as they could on each gun. There was grenade explosions and shells everywere.

The snipers continued their pursuit in hunting down survivers and had their aim at the Commander, whom they had identified.
Commander Sono ran past the guards, shooting in all directions, managing to keep Cental Troopers away. His now very small unit kept planting charges in a slapdash way. The enemy regrouped quickly to form a great storming just as Sonos team had done in desperation. Suddenly a great explosion apperad. It was the first AA gun.

The Alarm sounded and the soldiers had completed their task. One by one the AA guns closest to the beach were destroyed, but not without cost. Sono and three more were the only remaining soldiers and the enemy closed in on them fast. The men hid behind a concrete wall and Sono took out his radio.

"THIS IS UNIT STPAL, WE HAVE COMPLETED MISSION. THE GUNS ARE GONE, SEND IN PAYLOAD!"
Enemy forces started shooting.
"THIS IS SONO, JUST SHOOT THE AT PURPLE SMOKE. FIRE EVERYTHING YOU GOT!" He took out his smoke signal and threw it towards the base.
An enemy soldier came behind him and struck a knife in his throat.



The Murminsak crew were looking towards the island. All squadrons on the island were either reported dead or missing in action. Sono´s cries on the radio was responded with silence. Soon though the Kaileyks responded by saying that many AA guns still remained on the Island and it was to risky to send someone in.

"Someone back home is going to pay for this." one of the new officiers said.

The Captain sighed and patted him on the back.
"And perhaps one day they will too"
He looked at the Islands as they disapperad in the distance and darkness consumed its borders.

[Cental America]

Yol Von Island, Cental America

"FÜR DEN FÜHRER! HAIL.....HAIL.....HAIL!" The deafening cries echoed across the beaches, the jungle basins, and every mountain's peak. Even the most remote of regions of Yol Von were unshielded by the otherworldly victory shouts. In that instant, rising above the 'Han Marsch' blaring from public speakers on the island, troops poured from the tunnels and on to the jungle basins, widening their formation to ease the difficult task of a march and, stepping heavily on the sodden earth, the resulting sound drummed along with their confident strides. They seemed perplexed on something to the right, following the orders of Commander Yak, and, without serious thought, was obviously 'face right, march'. No detail was spared in the spick and span of every uniform, and then one would see the soldiers had been treated to the same capacity of attention to their features. It was only they, the nation and its people, that could distinguish one soldier from another. With orders from high command, they kept low but continued to march. For the first time since the attack, hornets buzzed above.


Cental American Airspace

High above the island, brand new AA-X1s, the first response solution to the X-15s, screamed overhead. They possessed limited, simple ground support capabilities, but their extensive expertise in both design and piloting made them a valuable addition to the Luftshudan. The quad engine design, however perfect the machine appeared, was noisy and expensive. Their thundering screeches provided inspiration for their name, the Üundvouft, or the thunder clap. Little was left of their enemy as the jets scowled the beaches for survivors, allowing for the hornets to pick off stragglers. The squadron was on a mission, and escorted several hornets outward. Their thundering sounds were misinterpreted as lightning in Isandgrad, the capital's new name, as deemed by Führer Zam, clearly paying respects for The Emperor. The planes were on a mission, and hand't the time to stop for such things. The jets had been assigned the task of escort, and the hornets job was merely to mop up. Many of the Schwein Furz gun's shells had been reported making contact with the ships lightly armored deck, and they had been last seen turing from their positions, until a thick shower of rain had obstructed the view. The squadron of 6 AA-X1s and 14 Va-N1s, known as Squadron Puff-lang, had one objective. Sink or disable the ships.

Grand Hall, Isandgrad, Cental America

The Führer, two hours previous two his departure and upon the grounds that Cental America may face a serious conflict, issued that all citizens, at their blooming age of twelve, begin militia training. No one objected, except, of course, the politically educated board members. Upon the Führer's departure, The Speaker of His Will deemed a necessary meeting be in order. By the final hour of midday, every member had arrived. The Speaker waited patiently to begin, his ached back and high-held chin indicating his superiority in the absence of their leader.

"Well, seeing as you're all here, I shall begin by asking you a question, in light of the circumstances. Who are we?"

High General Yolsan pondered this question, but a lowly minister interjected before him, "We are the purist race!"

"Wrong, and might I add, people like you, who are subject to their own lies, without acknowledgment of another's opinion are likely to drown in these modern time. I-"

Before he began his preplanned speech, of which he gave so many, The High General interrupted, "We are the subjects of a common goal and mindset, therefore removing all doubt or reasoning behind anything else, because we have only what we need and therefore see to it that we acquire what is necessary to retain that achievement. In doing so, we are ourselves the very thing we intend to strike from humanity, that being imperialism."

"Exactly! I admire your intelligence on the topic, General. We are subjects to our own set of beliefs and values, so how can we be looked upon as credible, if we deliberately break these things of which we have so carefully rammed down our society's throat? I am not one to deny our purity, or the Grand Design, but our imperialism has only hurt us and our leadership wishes to crush us under their greed. That is why I have assembled you here. We do not need another Isand, we need a patriotic nationalist who cares about our country and not their own gain. That said, in our current state such ideals are unachievable. So are we agreed?"

The ministers looked at each other, either in confusion or distain, but the generals were pleased, and the speakers had begun a concoction of deeds to be for filled in the near future.

"What exactly are you preposing, sir?" Asked the Chief Minister of Public Opinion, his thick shining brow raising in interest.

"What I am preposing, though as absurd as some of you may find it, is that we revoke Zam's title and bestow it upon a new leader, of the description I mentioned."

It was nearly a whole minute, but the same instance that The Speaker began again in his persuading tone, the room was filled with applause, even some standing ovation.

"I say that this fine man deserves the title, he's been The Family's pet for years!" Called a lowly commander of arms. The suggestion was met by cheering and clapping. The Speaker smiled his handsome and soft smile, though commanded respect at the same time. The Speaker, unofficially Führer Donnson, wrote a message to the US, Altiire, and the Seven Realms,

TO: The US
CC: The Mighty Altarian Empire of Altaiire, The Totalitarian Commonwealth of The Seven Realms
FROM: The Ministry of International Affairs, Cental American Internal Sector
SUBJECT: New Management

A notification from The Ministry of International Affairs, regarding Führer Zam. As of now, he will no longer be the recognized head of state in Cental America. He will return to his death or be banished to a willing receiver. His actions have not differentiated him from The Emperor, and Cental America, as of now, is officially anti-imperialist. This does not change the Nazi regime, nor the hatred towards non-Aryans. Rather, this act ensures that no other innocents will be killed due to imperialist idealism. From this point forward, Cental America will provide support for any country but will not make plans towards the expansion of its own borders. We apologies for the pain our former leadership may have caused you.

Sincerely, The Ministry of International Affairs, Cental American Internal Sector