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by Cental America » Fri Feb 10, 2012 4:33 pm
by Grand America » Fri Feb 10, 2012 4:41 pm
>> Report Commencing
Ships spotted. Unidentified. Weapons are armed and online; Moving to Unidentified Naval Vessel
Report End<<
>>Commencing transmission
Unidentified vessel, you are, at this time, violating U.S. sea territories. Identify, or face bombardment.
Once identification has been completed, withdraw from these territories. That is an order from U.S. Armed Forces.
Ending transmission<<
by Cental America » Fri Feb 10, 2012 5:14 pm
by Cruciland » Fri Feb 10, 2012 5:20 pm
Socialdemokraterne wrote:If the absence of secularism wasn't enough to scare our people, the rate of which the doomsday button is pressed by them sure settled the matter.
Prussia-Steinbach wrote:Cruciland, I just want to say, your nation is frightening.
The Inevitable Syndicate wrote:My advice to you, dear Gordano-Lysandus, is to run. Or hide. Maybe not hiding, because the Crucilandians will find you, and by their god, you will be assimilated.
by Super Bwitain » Fri Feb 10, 2012 5:31 pm
The Imperial Reich Of Super BwitainHigh Lord's Office
To: The Nation Of Central America
Subject: My Aryan brothers, you have strayed from the path
Due to the recent declarations of war from our allies: New Emperica, Grand America, Altaiire and the Seven Realms, we have no choice but to announce that a state of war now exists between our two nations.
It is a sad day when one must invade and destroy his Aryan brothers, but alas; we have no choice. For you are a tyrannical government, who subjugate all who are deemed different by your sick, disturbing standards.
That is why that the Reich must now help it's allies in ensuring your destruction, for you are a blight upon the earth, and you will be cleansed.
High Lord Jasper Delemond
The Imperial Reich
by Super Bwitain » Fri Feb 10, 2012 5:32 pm
Cruciland wrote:Crucilandian sattelites continued to monitor the offshore activity of Central America. Looking at DC, (which I assume is the capital) a figure submerged by a passing shadow in the Citadel of the Emperor studied the route from the eastern coastline. "All a series of swamps and plains and forests and plateus..." the figure muttered in an amused voice. "I'd expect this to be the easiest route for Central America to take. Hopefully they'll be on that route...
Looking up from the hologram of the eastern Grand America, the figure's gold-tinted helmet, with it's phosphorescent-teal eye visor, was caught in the light from the massive skylight-roof, high above him from where he sat against the wall opposite to the ledge overlooking the floors underneath. Shaking his head with amusement, the Crucilandian Arch-Scion, the highest-ranked military official before governing part of the country as well, drew a route on the hologram with his index finger. He closed the map, and started up the stairs...
A LONG CLIMB LATER... (where the Hell is the elevator?)
The doors to the Emperor's throne room swept open.
"Emperor..."
"What is it, Arch-Scion?"
"I have found a route for us to take, in case if our... 'allies' were to fail and need backup."
"I have been watching..."
"Of course, Emperor. What actions should we partake in?"
"*chuckle* 'Partake' in setting naval carriers to 'standby'. Direct energy to thrust, not weapons."
"Of course, Emperor."
CRUCILANDIAN WESTERN COASTLINE
"Sir?" asked a Crucilandian Overlord, only just under a Scion's rank. "Set carriers' engines to thrust, drawing from weapons. Load as many small, 1-foot drones as you can." The Overlord gave a puzzled look under his helm. "I assume 5-thousand per carrier is suitable, plus 500 soldiers?" With a hearty chuckle, the Arch-Scion ordered, "On the double. We may be needed at any given minute." And so, 5 carriers were prepped for launch at a moment's notice.
OOC: The drones each have a tiny, renewable-energy reactor. Due to the tech level in this RP being modern, they are downgraded to post-modern tech. They have no shields, and cannot move at hypersonic speeds. They can still fire lethal radiation and move fast, but are at least killable. The soldiers are the same- no shields, and their power armor isn't 100 times better than Iron Man's.
by Cruciland » Fri Feb 10, 2012 5:42 pm
Super Bwitain wrote:Cruciland wrote:Crucilandian sattelites continued to monitor the offshore activity of Central America. Looking at DC, (which I assume is the capital) a figure submerged by a passing shadow in the Citadel of the Emperor studied the route from the eastern coastline. "All a series of swamps and plains and forests and plateus..." the figure muttered in an amused voice. "I'd expect this to be the easiest route for Central America to take. Hopefully they'll be on that route...
Looking up from the hologram of the eastern Grand America, the figure's gold-tinted helmet, with it's phosphorescent-teal eye visor, was caught in the light from the massive skylight-roof, high above him from where he sat against the wall opposite to the ledge overlooking the floors underneath. Shaking his head with amusement, the Crucilandian Arch-Scion, the highest-ranked military official before governing part of the country as well, drew a route on the hologram with his index finger. He closed the map, and started up the stairs...
A LONG CLIMB LATER... (where the Hell is the elevator?)
The doors to the Emperor's throne room swept open.
"Emperor..."
"What is it, Arch-Scion?"
"I have found a route for us to take, in case if our... 'allies' were to fail and need backup."
"I have been watching..."
"Of course, Emperor. What actions should we partake in?"
"*chuckle* 'Partake' in setting naval carriers to 'standby'. Direct energy to thrust, not weapons."
"Of course, Emperor."
CRUCILANDIAN WESTERN COASTLINE
"Sir?" asked a Crucilandian Overlord, only just under a Scion's rank. "Set carriers' engines to thrust, drawing from weapons. Load as many small, 1-foot drones as you can." The Overlord gave a puzzled look under his helm. "I assume 5-thousand per carrier is suitable, plus 500 soldiers?" With a hearty chuckle, the Arch-Scion ordered, "On the double. We may be needed at any given minute." And so, 5 carriers were prepped for launch at a moment's notice.
OOC: The drones each have a tiny, renewable-energy reactor. Due to the tech level in this RP being modern, they are downgraded to post-modern tech. They have no shields, and cannot move at hypersonic speeds. They can still fire lethal radiation and move fast, but are at least killable. The soldiers are the same- no shields, and their power armor isn't 100 times better than Iron Man's.
OOC: You said it yourself, this RP is Modern Tech, not Post Modern Tech. So those drones would have to be toned down further. Unless it actually is PMT.
Socialdemokraterne wrote:If the absence of secularism wasn't enough to scare our people, the rate of which the doomsday button is pressed by them sure settled the matter.
Prussia-Steinbach wrote:Cruciland, I just want to say, your nation is frightening.
The Inevitable Syndicate wrote:My advice to you, dear Gordano-Lysandus, is to run. Or hide. Maybe not hiding, because the Crucilandians will find you, and by their god, you will be assimilated.
by Cental America » Fri Feb 10, 2012 5:49 pm
Cruciland wrote:Super Bwitain wrote:
OOC: You said it yourself, this RP is Modern Tech, not Post Modern Tech. So those drones would have to be toned down further. Unless it actually is PMT.
OOC: *sigh* Fine. The drones can only move at subsonic speeds, and the radiation they can deliver needs to recharge for 10 seconds. As for the soldiers, their Holobows cannot fire epically destructive blasts. They can incinerate small targets and blow holes in walls, but no one-shot-one-raised-structure stuff.
by Super Bwitain » Fri Feb 10, 2012 5:51 pm
Cental America wrote:Cruciland wrote:OOC: *sigh* Fine. The drones can only move at subsonic speeds, and the radiation they can deliver needs to recharge for 10 seconds. As for the soldiers, their Holobows cannot fire epically destructive blasts. They can incinerate small targets and blow holes in walls, but no one-shot-one-raised-structure stuff.
OOC: I'd say the tech level can be both MT and PMT. My heli-jets use nitrogen powered engines, a virtually never ending fuel supply (they do overheat and the jets need to land). I have a lot of PMT, so lets just go with MT and PMT. Plus, another nation (of who's name I've forgotten) is using whales and turtle, or something like that?
by Novus Kanaan » Fri Feb 10, 2012 5:54 pm
by Cruciland » Fri Feb 10, 2012 6:01 pm
Super Bwitain wrote:Cental America wrote:
OOC: I'd say the tech level can be both MT and PMT. My heli-jets use nitrogen powered engines, a virtually never ending fuel supply (they do overheat and the jets need to land). I have a lot of PMT, so lets just go with MT and PMT. Plus, another nation (of who's name I've forgotten) is using whales and turtle, or something like that?
Yeah, that'd be Emperica, him and his goddamn fabricated animals.
Socialdemokraterne wrote:If the absence of secularism wasn't enough to scare our people, the rate of which the doomsday button is pressed by them sure settled the matter.
Prussia-Steinbach wrote:Cruciland, I just want to say, your nation is frightening.
The Inevitable Syndicate wrote:My advice to you, dear Gordano-Lysandus, is to run. Or hide. Maybe not hiding, because the Crucilandians will find you, and by their god, you will be assimilated.
by Novus Kanaan » Fri Feb 10, 2012 6:19 pm
by Grand America » Fri Feb 10, 2012 6:39 pm
by The Seven Realms » Fri Feb 10, 2012 6:45 pm
1 X Ikaruga-Class Carrier
8 x Caerleon-Class Frigates
4 x Avalon-Class Battlecruisers
2 x Logrss-Class Assault Carriers
DEFCON: [1] 2 3 4 5|Homefront
(╮°-°)╮┳━┳ (╯°□°)╯ ┻━┻
PSICOM Alertness:[1] 2 3|Tier 1 Emergency
by Cruciland » Fri Feb 10, 2012 7:02 pm
Socialdemokraterne wrote:If the absence of secularism wasn't enough to scare our people, the rate of which the doomsday button is pressed by them sure settled the matter.
Prussia-Steinbach wrote:Cruciland, I just want to say, your nation is frightening.
The Inevitable Syndicate wrote:My advice to you, dear Gordano-Lysandus, is to run. Or hide. Maybe not hiding, because the Crucilandians will find you, and by their god, you will be assimilated.
by Cruciland » Fri Feb 10, 2012 7:04 pm
The Seven Realms wrote:Out of the clouds appeared several large vessels moving at hi speeds. Their bows cut through the air easily as they accelerated using their large engine blocks at the back of the craft. The vessels' energy protection glistened with the touch of the sunlight as the continued on with their voyage. Releasing their exhaust, they again lowered their altitude just below the cloud cover in order to be able to have a more direct visual of possible enemy forces.
The 3rd SRAF Aerial Fleet had been activated. They were to engage enemy forces threatening Grand America by any means they saw fit. Each of the member ship was armed to the teeth, although not too visible since most of their weaponry was stored within internal weapon bays to decrease the chance of them getting hit by enemy fire. The ships had brought with them landing forces as well, as they always did during peacetime to be able to strike anywhere whenever they were needed.3rd SRAF Aerial Fleet
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1 X Ikaruga-Class Carrier
8 x Caerleon-Class Frigates
4 x Avalon-Class Battlecruisers
2 x Logrss-Class Assault Carriers
Socialdemokraterne wrote:If the absence of secularism wasn't enough to scare our people, the rate of which the doomsday button is pressed by them sure settled the matter.
Prussia-Steinbach wrote:Cruciland, I just want to say, your nation is frightening.
The Inevitable Syndicate wrote:My advice to you, dear Gordano-Lysandus, is to run. Or hide. Maybe not hiding, because the Crucilandians will find you, and by their god, you will be assimilated.
by The Seven Realms » Fri Feb 10, 2012 7:10 pm
Cruciland wrote:The Seven Realms wrote:Out of the clouds appeared several large vessels moving at hi speeds. Their bows cut through the air easily as they accelerated using their large engine blocks at the back of the craft. The vessels' energy protection glistened with the touch of the sunlight as the continued on with their voyage. Releasing their exhaust, they again lowered their altitude just below the cloud cover in order to be able to have a more direct visual of possible enemy forces.
The 3rd SRAF Aerial Fleet had been activated. They were to engage enemy forces threatening Grand America by any means they saw fit. Each of the member ship was armed to the teeth, although not too visible since most of their weaponry was stored within internal weapon bays to decrease the chance of them getting hit by enemy fire. The ships had brought with them landing forces as well, as they always did during peacetime to be able to strike anywhere whenever they were needed.3rd SRAF Aerial Fleet
- Code: Select all
1 X Ikaruga-Class Carrier
8 x Caerleon-Class Frigates
4 x Avalon-Class Battlecruisers
2 x Logrss-Class Assault Carriers
This a modern and post-modern tech RP. Please downgrade your space-age weaponry.
DEFCON: [1] 2 3 4 5|Homefront
(╮°-°)╮┳━┳ (╯°□°)╯ ┻━┻
PSICOM Alertness:[1] 2 3|Tier 1 Emergency
by New Babylonia » Fri Feb 10, 2012 7:11 pm
by Cruciland » Fri Feb 10, 2012 7:23 pm
Socialdemokraterne wrote:If the absence of secularism wasn't enough to scare our people, the rate of which the doomsday button is pressed by them sure settled the matter.
Prussia-Steinbach wrote:Cruciland, I just want to say, your nation is frightening.
The Inevitable Syndicate wrote:My advice to you, dear Gordano-Lysandus, is to run. Or hide. Maybe not hiding, because the Crucilandians will find you, and by their god, you will be assimilated.
by Cental America » Fri Feb 10, 2012 7:50 pm
by Cental America » Fri Feb 10, 2012 7:56 pm
by Cruciland » Fri Feb 10, 2012 8:01 pm
Cental America wrote:Commander Pak'Ta stood at the captian's wheel, facing away from America's coast. He was a smart man for what he and done. American missiles whizzed behind them, seemingly closing in. One by one, as the Cental American ships moved outward, the missiles fell short. Only a select few made contact, either skimming the sides of the ships or, in the worst case, directly hitting the sides. In the best interest of his fleet, the Commander withdrew his forces. As he made his way to The Fatherland, five massive bulks appeared, ever so slightly, on the horizon. They grew immensely as a communications officer stepped silently through the door to the captions quarters.
"Sir, a message from our allies. They want to know when to start the invasion."
The Cental American fleet was in an opportune location, just out of the enemies reach.
"Tell our 'allies' that we're ready, message The Fatherland and inform them that we'll need those mobile island, tell the pilots to ready themselves and....oh, and get me some vodka." His orders rang out through the very halls of the ships, although he didn't shout.
"Right away sir, all hail The Emperor!"
"Uh, what?"
"Orders from the homeland, sir. Only following them."
"Yes, right, uh, all hail The Emperor!" He contemplated this odd new behavior as the comm. officer exited, as silently as he had come in.
On the deck of the transport ships and aircraft carriers, the heli-jets fueled up their guns and started their engines. If there was one thing Cental American knew how to do, it was build planes. Cool engines coupled with flares made lock on nearly, if not totally impossible. The only heat came from the super compressed nitro-hydrogen nozzles, and the gunner's duel mini gun. Only 200 of the 5,000 heli-jets prepped for combat, the Commander knowing that would be more than sufficient. "GO GO GO!" Shouted a deck officer over the roar of the hornets. The ships were also turned around and cruise missiles were armed. Commander Pak'Ta was planning something great. When the mobile islands were in position, things would get really interesting.
In The Fatherland, the coasts were buzzing with activity, but they could be more ominous. A false fog had been employed over select key strategic points all along the coasts. Pillboxes, trenches, massive tunnel networks, and batteries of all kinds were supported by hornets and tanks. The bulk of the Cental American army was hardly ever used, but drastic time called for drastic measures. The coasts and beaches were mined, and the rainforest tree line was filled to the brim in defenses. People went about their daily lives, as though they hadn't a care in the world. They all knew, though, that their guerrilla training might actually be of some use now.
Socialdemokraterne wrote:If the absence of secularism wasn't enough to scare our people, the rate of which the doomsday button is pressed by them sure settled the matter.
Prussia-Steinbach wrote:Cruciland, I just want to say, your nation is frightening.
The Inevitable Syndicate wrote:My advice to you, dear Gordano-Lysandus, is to run. Or hide. Maybe not hiding, because the Crucilandians will find you, and by their god, you will be assimilated.
by Alameda California » Fri Feb 10, 2012 8:04 pm
by Grand America » Fri Feb 10, 2012 8:08 pm
Cental America wrote:OOC: This RP is a lot more interesting with PMT mixed with MT
by Cental America » Fri Feb 10, 2012 8:11 pm
Cruciland wrote:Cental America wrote:Commander Pak'Ta stood at the captian's wheel, facing away from America's coast. He was a smart man for what he and done. American missiles whizzed behind them, seemingly closing in. One by one, as the Cental American ships moved outward, the missiles fell short. Only a select few made contact, either skimming the sides of the ships or, in the worst case, directly hitting the sides. In the best interest of his fleet, the Commander withdrew his forces. As he made his way to The Fatherland, five massive bulks appeared, ever so slightly, on the horizon. They grew immensely as a communications officer stepped silently through the door to the captions quarters.
"Sir, a message from our allies. They want to know when to start the invasion."
The Cental American fleet was in an opportune location, just out of the enemies reach.
"Tell our 'allies' that we're ready, message The Fatherland and inform them that we'll need those mobile island, tell the pilots to ready themselves and....oh, and get me some vodka." His orders rang out through the very halls of the ships, although he didn't shout.
"Right away sir, all hail The Emperor!"
"Uh, what?"
"Orders from the homeland, sir. Only following them."
"Yes, right, uh, all hail The Emperor!" He contemplated this odd new behavior as the comm. officer exited, as silently as he had come in.
On the deck of the transport ships and aircraft carriers, the heli-jets fueled up their guns and started their engines. If there was one thing Cental American knew how to do, it was build planes. Cool engines coupled with flares made lock on nearly, if not totally impossible. The only heat came from the super compressed nitro-hydrogen nozzles, and the gunner's duel mini gun. Only 200 of the 5,000 heli-jets prepped for combat, the Commander knowing that would be more than sufficient. "GO GO GO!" Shouted a deck officer over the roar of the hornets. The ships were also turned around and cruise missiles were armed. Commander Pak'Ta was planning something great. When the mobile islands were in position, things would get really interesting.
In The Fatherland, the coasts were buzzing with activity, but they could be more ominous. A false fog had been employed over select key strategic points all along the coasts. Pillboxes, trenches, massive tunnel networks, and batteries of all kinds were supported by hornets and tanks. The bulk of the Cental American army was hardly ever used, but drastic time called for drastic measures. The coasts and beaches were mined, and the rainforest tree line was filled to the brim in defenses. People went about their daily lives, as though they hadn't a care in the world. They all knew, though, that their guerrilla training might actually be of some use now.
OOC: Um, we're on the eastern coast. Are YOU on the eastern coast? If not, we're on two different sides of the USA...
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