The Ponyist Annihilation(CLOSED,MT)

by **Borschia (Ancient)** » Fri Apr 27, 2012 2:14 pm

The Most Serene Republic of Borschia
TO: whom it may concern
FROM: The Advisory Council of Foreign Affairs of the Most Serene Republic of Borschia
RE: Declaration of Support for the Tautologic Empire of El Bondel (re)
In this case where the Greater Pony Herd refuses to confirm the validity of these crimes before such disproportionate actions, and in which the punishment of unlawful rioters is soon to lead to a war with the lives of 1.8 billion people, the Most Serene Republic of Borschia declares full support for the defense of the Grand Federal Republic - militarily, if necessary.

In this air of support, the Most Serene Republic pledges to support the defense of the sovereignty of the Grand Federal Republic of Bondel should pony-supremacist nations supporting the Greater Pony Herd attempt to incite speciesist and discriminatory ideals in order to obstruct justice.

Undersigned, in the name of Our Lord the Doge of Borschia, protector of the faith, ruling under the divine guidance of our Lady Alcippe, Patrician of Vicenze, Ruler over Borschia, her peoples and her dependencies, Commander-in-Chief of the Borschian Self-Defense Force, Sovereign of the Order of the White Mare.

by **El Bondel** » Fri Apr 27, 2012 2:18 pm

TO:The Most Serene Republic of Borschia
FROM: The Grand Federal Republic Of Bondel
Subject: Ally

We Sincerely thank you for your support. We are glad to know leaders know about the travesty occuring in Bondel. We hope we don't need to go to arms, but statistics suggest we might have to.

Sincerely,
Supreme Chancellor Mark Anthony

by **Former Wellboneland** » Fri Apr 27, 2012 2:27 pm

Wellboneland Royal Communique

Wellboneland hereby condemns this move and demands that you move any percentage of your equine population to Sanctuaria. Trade Sanctions are declared on your nation as soon as the navy is mobilized, and will be removed when you meet this demand.

Thus, in our eyes, none of your people are welcome here if they crash on our islands, unless they are equines.

To be clear, we want your equines, not your ponyists. Your ponyist humans we can care less about and prefer them to be dead. Just to make ourselves clear on this.

Yours,

Nutella Hazel, Prime Minister of Wellboneland.

by **Khornera** » Fri Apr 27, 2012 2:30 pm

Khornera
Camp 13:

"Looks even more hideous then in the videos." Colonel Hellvoa said to his men when he inspected one of the new 'arrivals.' Three million ponies where on their way to Zammora, facing extermination. The couple of hundred that already arrived, where but a vanguard.

Hundreds of rows of barracks, 'cleansing chambers', and the central command structure. all surrounded by fences and guards posts. It was a massive complex, and the atmosphere was still filled with the memories of the last time it was used. The orderly formed formation of ponies awaiting inspection seemed endless. And every once in a while, Hellvoa stopped and looked at one of them, before turning around with disgust in his face. He walked past one of the barracks, seeing one of the Propaganda posters. "Freedom is our sword, Faith is our shield!" he quietly quoted from the poster depicting a Khorneran soldier standing proudly with his rifle ready.

The Colonel gave the black-uniformed 'Grenadiers', -the Hegemony's elite Military Police-, the order to send the ponies to their assigned barracks, where they would await their execution.

Khornera
Camp 13:
Three hours later

Two hours ago, the killings started. Families of Ponies where taken from their barracks into the 'Cleansing Chambers', where they would find nothing but death. No one knew how they exactly died inside these chambers. Some speculated they where simply shot, or gassed, or even burned alive.

The Colonel overlooked the large crater which some of the new prisoners where forced to dig. Ponies where slow workers, he was told earlier. And it proved to be right. "Ironically." he thought. "They are digging the grave of themselves." When the crater was finished, the ponies felt the boot of a 'Grenadier' in their face before they where kicked in the pit. Some grenadiers carried huge oil 'tankards', of which the contents they spilled trough the entire pit. Not shortly after, one of the 'Grenadiers' approached with a flamethrower in his cold, soulles grasp. Some Ponies tried to crawl out of the hole, but they where kicked back in as the batton of a 'Grenadier' struck them in the face. Seconds after the ponies where consumed by flames, and the Khornerans watched proudly as they witnessed the death of an 'enemy' of 'purity'

by **The Multiversal Species Alliance** » Fri Apr 27, 2012 2:33 pm

Honourable leader of the Imperial Empire of El Bondel, as a Ponyist nation (secular Ponyism), we cannot agree with your "Pony Annihiliation", instead, we ask that you send your troubled population here. Also, If I may ask, What did you do to incite a riot among your Pony and Ponyist population? We are more then willing to send transports to transport the emmigrants to the Alliance.
Sincerely,
The Leader of the Alliance
Love,Peace,and Tolerance.

by **Conservita Victoria** » Fri Apr 27, 2012 2:42 pm

OFFICIAL COMMUNIQUE FROM THE DESK OF HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS

To members of all Governments involved,

Once again, my faith in Humanity is shaken. As one of the once proud beings known as man I understand that one would feel threatened in the presence of beings that are, one, odd at first, and two, potentially the highest form of being in existence. Highest in the fact that the vast majority of Ponies are capable of acting in harmony with one another, their social history entwined in the fact that they would not exist if they did not co-operate in the Era of the Three Tribes and then realising friendship during the Onslaught of the Windegoes.

Humanity has never had periods of time like this and has always remained fractured from anything even resembling unity. Even the WA, an exercise in social unity, creates divides.

However, I am surprised that it is Ponies this day that causes the issue and therefore, without prior knowledge or the ability to observe social strata among your Pony population, I can only conclude that these Ponies are wayward from the tenants of Harmony. As such I find it my duty to assist your Government's oppression of these confused, and perhaps afflicted with Discord, Ponies. They would cause damage even among greater Pony society and so should not be allowed anywhere near our own communities lest they cause harm to our own people.

Of course, this could be brought about by discrimination against Ponies, a sentiment felt throughout the known world and beyond.

Were the Ponies Humans I am certain there would be more said than shameful encouragement of atrocity.

I also ask that my Pony Advisor, Miss Moonfire, be allowed into your nation to assist in the addressing of any problems that may have caused this matter in the first place. After all, there may be as much as one person at fault here and the sooner it is solved the sooner grievances can be rectified.

Regards
King Rinamir Mortem
His Royal Highness of the Most Holy Imperial Kingdom of Conservita Victoria
Grand High Archlich of the Order of Sorcery (First Class)

by **Gyatso-kai** » Fri Apr 27, 2012 7:23 pm

REFERENCE:

27 APRIL 2012.2

Encryption: 1024-bit RSA 256-bit AES
The Federal Republic Of Bondel
Mark Anthony, Supreme Chancellor
To: The Government of the Federal Republic of Bondel
Subject: The Ponyist 'Annihilation'

With the continued deterioration of the forced labour program within the International Community, we would like to re-extend our offer of assistance.

Why have your nation spend billions of dollars supporting these citizens in forced labour camps? Think of the savings your nation will ensure without the need to feed, clothe, and shelter the six million ponies of your nation in these labour camps. Think of the savings your nation will ensure without the need to support your armies against the unrelenting horde of known as the Greater Pony Herd.

Do you really wish to see your citizens die at the hands of those you despise.

Please... I implore you. Reconsider our offer. I would be honoured to travel to your great Federal Republic and meet with you to discuss exactly what our offer entails; if you wish, you may even travel to our nation as Esteemed Guests.

by **Arkania 5** » Fri Apr 27, 2012 7:32 pm

Code: Select all: TO: El Bondel FROM: The Nekronate Congratulations. You have 48 hours and 30 minutes to stand down before risking deletion by the Nekronate under the account of racial genocide. May the Species of the world be free High Phaeron Trayzzn

by **Khornera** » Sat Apr 28, 2012 2:51 am

SIC:

Khornera
Departement of Human Preservation and Eugenics

Francis Lerio sat calmly behind his desk made off expensive wood. With his cold, soulless hands he read trough a document filing the pony population who died in their camps. Looking at the numbers he smiled, and for a moment he looked towards the painting of the first Khorneran President and saluted. "If only they could see us now." he said proudly to himself. He then pressed a small button on his desk and began talking in very small microphone build into the desk. "Miss Keeling. Please file my reports for additional 'Grenadier' security to the military. Thank you."

The Minister stood up and walked around the room, he knew there had to be a more efficient way to eliminate the 'pony menace'. The use of camps required the forces to capture ponies alive. Yet entire pony nations where difficult to take captive, let alone the cost of systematically eliminating them.

Yet the files on the desk looked promising, to say at the least.

The Minister always smiled when ready these rates. "A pony dead today, is a human saved tomorrow." he used to say. Now it became the new text printed on the propaganda posters. Suddenly he remembered one of the older Khorneran projects. He sat down again in his leather chair and dialed the Presidents number.

"Mr President. I trust you are familiar with project 'Excorcist'?"

A short reply came from the other side. "Yes."

"Might i suggest we continue the project? Since we've got thousands of new test subjects." The Minister then continued.

"Do it. I will make sure you have the funds required for the research. It might be the only way to destroy the Pony threat efficiently."

by **Urmanian** » Sat Apr 28, 2012 4:00 am

OOC: Khornera, you claimed that your nation has successfully killed off all its ponies, didn't you? From where do the new ones come from?

(Theme)

To: The Tautologic Empire of El Bondel
From: Morning Star, the Chancellor of the Greater Pony Herd

Subject: Reminder

In a show of kindness and generosity that truly knows no bounds the Greater Pony Herd postpones the deadline of the ultimatum for another 24 hours and increases the sum offered for the refugees to 25,000 NSD per pony.

In the case of refusal to comply, well, you know the drill. Destruction of the state of El Bondel and total extermination of its population, incorporating the use of chemical and biological weapons in unseen, interesting and occasionally amusing or arousing manners, arms of mass destruction, massed strikes against civilian targets and overwhelming force aiming for a quick and neat purge.

Tick-tock, the clock is ticking.
_{Signed,
Morning Star,

the Chancellor of the Greater Pony Herd}

by **Khornera** » Sat Apr 28, 2012 4:12 am

Urmanian wrote:OOC: Khornera, you claimed that your nation has successfully killed off all its ponies, didn't you? From where do the new ones come from?

OOC: Earlier, El Bondel agreed to send me three million of these ponies. To help them with the extermination.

Here i have it.

by **The Jahistic Unified Republic** » Sat Apr 28, 2012 5:16 am

We support the actions of the Anti-ponyists.

by **El Bondel** » Sat Apr 28, 2012 5:21 am

Situation Room
Mondon,Bondel

The Supreme Chancellor walked through the doors of the situation room, there he saw a screen of the nation, and military placements. The General was sitting at a desk reading threw a folder, labeled "Top Secret Intelligence" He arose when he noticed the chancellor walking towards him.

"General,whats are progress?" The chancellor asked sharply

The general looked proud and stood tall and firm and said "Sir, we have maintained to arrest 72% of the ponyist population. We have got word that, 3 million of them have been successfully transferred to Khornera."

The Chancellor looked timid for a second and then spoke "Good,that is good."

"We have a bigger problem though, sir." The general paused and continued " We might be facing war with multiple nations, we currenly have Khornera as an ally and we called in the Protection Guild to aide us."

"General, we have a military of eight hundred million, this shouldn't be a fucking problem, order 81 divisons to come out of reserves immediately!" The Chancellor said

"Yes sir." The general said quickly.

ooc- after the 81 divisons coming out of reserves, it puts total active military at 10,000,000.

by **Khornera** » Sat Apr 28, 2012 5:49 am

Transmission from the Departement of Defense
Humanity must Persevere

To: Whom it may concern
From: The Departement of Defense
Priority: High
Encryption: None

As the threat against the sovereignity of the State of El Bondel increases, we have decided that we will send the Sixth Flotilla to ensure that no Ponyist forces and their malign allies shall invade the territorial waters of El Bondel. Any attempt to attack El Bondel will be met with a swift and brutal retaliation.

You have been warned.

Yours,

Thomas Roisang, President of the Democratic Hegemony
Andrew Onlon, Minister of Defense
Jonas Guerron, Grand-Marshall of the Hegemoy defense forces

by **Imeriata** » Sat Apr 28, 2012 8:04 am

Official communiqué from the absolute royal federation of Imeriata and her realms

From: His lordship Edward auf stjärnhelm speaker of the Royal Foreign relation advisory, Lord of Anderberga, and official herald of his royal highness, may his name forever be sung in glory, to all territories and nations outside our most blessed borders.
To: The Imperial Empire of El Bondel
Regarding: Barbarism and xenocide
Encrypted: NO

My good sir or madam, I am writing to you on the behaves of the absolute royal federation and her ruler his royal highness Oskar rex Stjärnkhrone II, may his house rule over our blessed fatherland until the end of time, due to the horrifying and barbaric actions taken by your leadership as you have decided to declare war against life itself by trying to commit mass murder.

As a result would the absolute royal federation demand that you either hand over your entire population to us or that you would prepare to face us in the field of honour like true gentlemen even if I would doubt that you would be capable of doing that after what we have witnessed your population and your government doing.

However would you chose to meet us in the field of honour so can I assure you that you will not be able to stand before our might and your armies and navies will be crushed, your people will be educated and civilised and finally so will your government be replaced with a proper monarchy.

Signed and approved by:
His royal Highness Oskar rex stjänkhrone II by the grace of the gods high king of the absolute royal federation and divinely appointed ruler and unifier of the Scandinavian race, the descendant of the first Imerian high kings especially and foremost Emanuel the first, Son of Primus the XIIIth, the son of Emanuel the VIIth, the son of Gustav the IInd, the son of Anders the IIId, the son of Emanuel the VI, the carrier of the royal sword first carried by the demigod Belrion son of Bel, vanquisher of evil, Tamer of the mighty dragon Katla and Crackle, Slayer of the dragon Harimir, Gardark and Salram, the defender of all inferior species and destined ruler of man, the protector of the federal crown jewels, the holder of the sword of Halmir and carrier of the enlightened torch of civilisation, vanquisher of communism, socialism, syndicalism and national socialism and patriarch of the noble house auf stjänkhrone, carrier of better and more important titles than the space Russians as well as the protector of the free city states of al-Jzr al-Khḑrā as well as defender of Hungary and her regions and the realms as king of Imeriata and as such the defender and autocrat of Söderlandet, Norderlandet, Aster öarna, Vast öarna, Sydvedian, Storfloden and the river king, king of Vedian and the duke protector of Ostmark, Millanmark and Vastermark, king of Erathia and as that the duke of Ankea metsä and ruler of the thousand lakes, the lord and defender of lännenfilmi ajaa vapaalla and pohjoinen kallio, over the ancient rivers river, from the ancient mountains mountain king of Karmanjaka, king of Northern Taranakan, king of Chanjing, and king of Andervel but also the righteous and lawful king of New felandia and the king emperor of Dajing, the duke of Sydvinland, Northern Venezue and Sthalinge, The Shah of the crown states of al-Jzr al-Khḑrā and the Padishah of all of al-Jzr al-Khḑrā, The lord regent of the colony of Nova Imeriata, Imerian Africa, Angland, the two peninsulas of Tvaude and of Somalmark, The Grand duke of Saderland, The prince of Isarna, Salmo, judeheim and the baron of Gustavsland and Sjöland, Khan of Salonia, Tsar of Nordomark, Sultan king of Ramir, the Emir of Sandland and Jarl of Salywa and the free city of Rickasborg and Styrfastning, defender and lord of the city of Arkham, and further more the ruler of the federal terretories of Vastermark and the northern iceplains, the high lord of Kalmer, Salmoborg and Gaseborg, Lord of the countless cities and lands under his most blessed and righteous rule, the lord defender of Imerbürg, Coparborg, Vesiki, Sjöborg, Afrikas fastning, Erikasborg, Nova Imerbürg, Wein, Udeborg, Angborg, Ambir, Nya Landborg, Nymarksborg, Sorgerstad, Anderborg, Nordanstad, Kängruborg, Sthalstad, Kängruborg, Judeborg, Moskstad, Daji, Sajing, Ademarksborg, Salem, Söderhamn, Öborga, Dragograd, Gapur, Bor-zut and Táibĕi but as well the Enlightened Emperor of Nicksyllvania and as such the King of Leazus, Emperor of Helman, Grand Prince of Zeth, Emperor of Japan, Emperor of Jungria, Duke and king of Hornet-Kereburos, Despot of the Great North, Grand Duke of the Western Badlands, Master of the Southern Marshes, and the king of Dragkon and the wielder of the Holy Swords, the Demon Sword Kaos, the Holy Sword Nikkou, and the Greatsword of the Empire, Nickiller, Great Protector of the Helman Wall and Majino Line, also by the right of his birth high marshal of the royal guard and the Imperial commander of the Imperial nicksyllvanian army, the grand commander of the federal order of the golden sword and the Nicksyllvanian order, the knight commander of the order of the golden cross and the order of Africa, the lord commander of the colonial order, the high commander of the federal order of the silver rose and the order of Scandera, the Taranakan order and the Order of Vinland may his reign last until the end of time and may the empire and federation he rules stand even through the flames of the endtimes to protect all of his royal highness subjects.

by **Princess Luna** » Sat Apr 28, 2012 8:34 am

Staging Area Seven, Principality of Princess Luna

The area was one of several set up to house refugees, the entire Principality of Princess Luna, beyond being territorially vast, was very empty, and some entire towns had been built in anticipation of refugees' requirements. This facility was next to one, in a large briefing hall, Air Strike looked over his ponies, "I understand that we are going to this location," he said, pulling a map down, an orbital image of one of the camps, "This is our target ladies and gentlecolts, a death camp, it appears to be the largest in the nation of Khornera.

"Khorne-Ra? Are they some kind of chaos egyptians?" Midnight Slink, his XO, wondered.

"Probably," Air Strike said. "Her Highness' orders are to liberate in the fastest manner possible, I interpret that as take no prisoners."

"This is a four legs good, two legs bad op then boss?"

"Correct, unless we see any human prisoners, take the fact that it's human and in the area as grounds to fire."

Staging Area Seven, Materiel District

"Who's a precious snappy?" Meadow Lark said, looking at the pen where Luna's trained timberwolves were kept. The forests of the Principality fair swarmed with the beasties, and there were no shortage of timberpups, when taken as pups, they could be raised, much like actual wolves, and trained. This was Meadow's passion, beyond selling guard-timberwolves to places in Lykosia, the Greater Pony Herd and the Lubyak, she also raised them for the Night Guard (which served an excellent function in advertising, it was on all her business cards).

The timber-wolf rolled over on its back, yelping playfully. The training to make them adverse to harming ponies was deeply ingrained. Humans, on the other hand, well, they provoked an instant and angry reaction, by careful training the timber-wolves of the Night Guard thought of humans as their favorite meal. Humans in uniforms were particularly favored.

"Are you okay there Meadow?" Midnight asked.

"Hi Midnight!" she said, looking up at the Night Guard lieutenant, "what can I do for you?"

"We need to take some of your wolves."

"Sure!" she said, "how many?"

"About thiry," she said, "enough to mount a distraction."

Bridgehead Spire, Staging Area Seven

The clearing was dug low in the ground, concrete scarps on all sides, set with embrasures in which automated weapons were positioned, programmed to fire on anything human, the same programming that allowed human versions of such weapons to discriminate between enemies and animals here was used to provide an efficient IFF. A pillar rose in the middle of the low plane, meteroic iron writ black with magical symbols from the Book of Night.

Thirty two unicorns sat in pill-boxes around the artifact, and every minute or so each fired a beam of coruscating pink energy at it, going clockwise, a single beam hitting the obelisk just under every two seconds, the sigils written on its surface glowing brighter and brighter, the object beginning to resonate, to humm, and to sing, the air around it carrying its eerie song. At its base, the Night Guard expedition's black armoured ponies gathered. Midnight, the chief mage among them, removed her helm, feeling the energies gathered in it.

She spoke, levitating without wings, her body wreathed in brilliant blue flame, her eyes glowing with white brilliance, her voice echoing from the concrete walls of the bridgehead area

"Viel of Darkness and Tears,
"Amidst the enemy's fears
"Find the way, find the path
"From the land of the laugh
"to the realm of twisted hate
"Open and hold an ethereal gate."

Her horn glowed a brilliant white, and a thunderclap of air-pressure shifting as the gateway opened, a sound like a sonic boom echoing over the darkling woods.

Contrary to the hippostanian impression, an actual pony teleportation gate, had no colour, a brilliant flash of whiteness fading to nothing, as the entire monolith vanished, leaving a strange optical illusion of the destination, an area in Khornera, not far from the largest of the camps.

As one the wolves leapt forward, their keen senses baffled by the distortions of the magic gate, yelps of bemusement following as they were shot out the other side, shaking themselves as if trying to get dry, before loping off to hunt for humans, as the Night Guard followed.

OOC: Yeah, this is wank, and you're welcome to ignore it. While the thread is "MT" you surely can't mean for it to be MT and not Fantasy-Tech when you wrote it about flying magical ponies who can teleport, IE, the MLP ponies. The abilities here are on the higher end, but then, in terms of quality, the Night Guard are while small in numbers, amongst the most magical and effective soldiers the COPS has. You may ignore at your leisure, though obviously I'd rather you didn't, given that you're picking a fight with the ponies in the first place...

by **Khornera** » Sat Apr 28, 2012 8:53 am

Princess Luna wrote:Staging Area Seven, Principality of Princess Luna

The area was one of several set up to house refugees, the entire Principality of Princess Luna, beyond being territorially vast, was very empty, and some entire towns had been built in anticipation of refugees' requirements. This facility was next to one, in a large briefing hall, Air Strike looked over his ponies, "I understand that we are going to this location," he said, pulling a map down, an orbital image of one of the camps, "This is our target ladies and gentlecolts, a death camp, it appears to be the largest in the nation of Khornera.

"Khorne-Ra? Are they some kind of chaos egyptians?" Midnight Slink, his XO, wondered.

"Probably," Air Strike said. "Her Highness' orders are to liberate in the fastest manner possible, I interpret that as take no prisoners."

"This is a four legs good, two legs bad op then boss?"

"Correct, unless we see any human prisoners, take the fact that it's human and in the area as grounds to fire."

Staging Area Seven, Materiel District

"Who's a precious snappy?" Meadow Lark said, looking at the pen where Luna's trained timberwolves were kept. The forests of the Principality fair swarmed with the beasties, and there were no shortage of timberpups, when taken as pups, they could be raised, much like actual wolves, and trained. This was Meadow's passion, beyond selling guard-timberwolves to places in Lykosia, the Greater Pony Herd and the Lubyak, she also raised them for the Night Guard (which served an excellent function in advertising, it was on all her business cards).

The timber-wolf rolled over on its back, yelping playfully. The training to make them adverse to harming ponies was deeply ingrained. Humans, on the other hand, well, they provoked an instant and angry reaction, by careful training the timber-wolves of the Night Guard thought of humans as their favorite meal. Humans in uniforms were particularly favored.

"Are you okay there Meadow?" Midnight asked.

"Hi Midnight!" she said, looking up at the Night Guard lieutenant, "what can I do for you?"

"We need to take some of your wolves."

"Sure!" she said, "how many?"

"About thiry," she said, "enough to mount a distraction."

Bridgehead Spire, Staging Area Seven

The clearing was dug low in the ground, concrete scarps on all sides, set with embrasures in which automated weapons were positioned, programmed to fire on anything human, the same programming that allowed human versions of such weapons to discriminate between enemies and animals here was used to provide an efficient IFF. A pillar rose in the middle of the low plane, meteroic iron writ black with magical symbols from the Book of Night.

Thirty two unicorns sat in pill-boxes around the artifact, and every minute or so each fired a beam of coruscating pink energy at it, going clockwise, a single beam hitting the obelisk just under every two seconds, the sigils written on its surface glowing brighter and brighter, the object beginning to resonate, to humm, and to sing, the air around it carrying its eerie song. At its base, the Night Guard expedition's black armoured ponies gathered. Midnight, the chief mage among them, removed her helm, feeling the energies gathered in it.

She spoke, levitating without wings, her body wreathed in brilliant blue flame, her eyes glowing with white brilliance, her voice echoing from the concrete walls of the bridgehead area

"Viel of Darkness and Tears,
"Amidst the enemy's fears
"Find the way, find the path
"From the land of the laugh
"to the realm of twisted hate
"Open and hold an ethereal gate."

Her horn glowed a brilliant white, and a thunderclap of air-pressure shifting as the gateway opened, a sound like a sonic boom echoing over the darkling woods.

Contrary to the hippostanian impression, an actual pony teleportation gate, had no colour, a brilliant flash of whiteness fading to nothing, as the entire monolith vanished, leaving a strange optical illusion of the destination, an area in Khornera, not far from the largest of the camps.

As one the wolves leapt forward, their keen senses baffled by the distortions of the magic gate, yelps of bemusement following as they were shot out the other side, shaking themselves as if trying to get dry, before loping off to hunt for humans, as the Night Guard followed.

OOC: Yeah, this is wank, and you're welcome to ignore it. While the thread is "MT" you surely can't mean for it to be MT and not Fantasy-Tech when you wrote it about flying magical ponies who can teleport, IE, the MLP ponies. The abilities here are on the higher end, but then, in terms of quality, the Night Guard are while small in numbers, amongst the most magical and effective soldiers the COPS has. You may ignore at your leisure, though obviously I'd rather you didn't, given that you're picking a fight with the ponies in the first place...

OOC: No big deal : ). Might also be a good way to introduce others to my 'magic' users.

IC:

"If you ask me, we should just launch a crusade to cleanse the earth of these abombinations." one of the guards on patrol said. The group of five 'Grenadiers' looked even more intimidating then on Khorneras propaganda posters. Years of political indoctrination and harsh training made them soulles, ruthless, and cold. And their completely black uniform reflected this. "Heard from the Colonel they might be working on something. Don't know much about it." one of the others then remarked. "Yeah, heard they where using these ponies as test subjects. The beats go in, and don't go out." The team-leader laughed. "You make it sound like thats a bad thing."
Suddenly one of them raised their weapon towards the shrubs they where walking past. "Thought i head something." the others then raised their weapons as well, and slowly moved back. Checking their corners.

by **Scocialist Provinces** » Sat Apr 28, 2012 1:41 pm

"To see if you were listening, soldiers, what's our mission?"

"We're to launch a direct assault into Khornera. We are to capture executioner camps, and kill their own soldiers in the same camps that the pony population was murdered. We have several paradrops en route to Khornera, as well as tank brigades and mechanized infantry headed straight for their border."

"Good work, seargent. You're on blockade duty, move!"

The nations of Khornera and El Bondel are nothing more than inferior fools, abiding to hate without cause. The so-called ponyist 'terrorism', is in fact, a group of freedom fighters, combating against an evil regime with nothing to their name. We will not merely condemn, we will destroy, and avenge the innocent families El Bondel and Khornera you have destroyed on their own. We, the CDSP, ask you, the ponyist nations of the world, to band together, and eliminate these pathetic excuses of 'nations'!

Code: Select all: The Constitutional Dictatorship of Socialist Provinces declares: War on the genocidal nations of El Bondel and Khornera. That it will use mass EMPs across both El Bondel and Khornera, if peace is not realized. That all Ponies in El Bondel or Khornera must be moved outside these nations, to a safer place. That El Bondel and Khornera are no longer recognized as a human nations. Be warned, the might of the CDSP will be wrought upon your own soil!

by **Khornera** » Sat Apr 28, 2012 2:24 pm

OOC: Care to give me an ORBAT?

SIC:

Khornera
Departement of Defense
Alpha Complex

"Gentlemen, what do we know?" The President asked the generals and ministers sitting around the long table in the small briefing room. One of the Generals pressed a small button on a remote, and a video screen showed images of signatures approaching Khornera. "The Socialist Provinces have declared war and are sending paratroopers, as well as ground-forces." The President stood up and slammed his fist on the table. "Fuckin' Communists, always the communist pony-supremacists!" he paused for a moment, looking at the map. "Sir, they've threathened with EMP warfare." The Minister of Defense then remarked. "I want a series of blackout probes fired straight into their air-fleet. In the meantime, rally all forces we can. Issue a draft. I want all troops to get ready to defend freedom and the human race!" The President continued. The Minister looked at him with a skeptical look on his face. "Blackout missiles? Sir, i know they where starting the threats of EMP's, but we'll only provoke them further." The President turned around angrily. "Do it. This scum must pay for their treacherous leftish siding with the Ponies."

Fortunately, the Departement of Defense had already started to mobilise their forces several days ago. As a result from the tensions. In the meantime, the Hegemonies newest weapons where put to test. "Blackout" drones. Small unmanned stealth vehicles armed with a long range emp. Five of these things where launched straight into the Socialist aerial fleet. They would surely inflict heavy damage, and send a message that the Hegemonies breath would not so easily be extinquished.

by **Rio Cana** » Sat Apr 28, 2012 2:37 pm

Somewhere in the middle of a stormy ocean and sailing without a national flag and from the direction of the Empire of Rio Cana toward the direction of El Bondel.

In the ships cargo hold we see the following.

The cargo is bound for pickup off the coast of El Bondel in international waters. Buyers classified. But it is not the El Bondel government.

by **El Bondel** » Sat Apr 28, 2012 2:51 pm

Situation Room,
Mondon, Bondel

The Chancellor ran down the hallway and bursted threw the doors "General, what happened?" he said loudly

"Sir, We have a potential invasion of an ally. Socialist Provinces is Declaring war on Khornera." The general said

"Alert Vixon Fleet, reroute them to Khornera Waters immediately!" The chancellor yelled

"YES SIR!" The General responded

by **Arkania 5** » Sat Apr 28, 2012 3:23 pm

Code: Select all: TO: El Bondel FROM: The Nekronate Your time is up. Prepare for deletion.

by **Gyatso-kai** » Sat Apr 28, 2012 3:56 pm

.:: Air Field KILO'PEKE, Norg Bral Province, Mandalore, Gyatso-kai ::.
1810 hours local time (UTC+6), 28 April 2012.2

The flurry of motion and activity within the largest air field within the northern reaches of the Republics was hypnotising. For some of those within Air Field KILO'PEKE (pronounced key-lowp-eck-ee), this was to be their very first deployment within the Grand Army and the Republic Airfighter Corps.

What a way to start a career...

A large C-31 Dalishen had begun to position itself out on Runway 34A. In line, there were fourty-seven C-31s lined up, all in order to take-off at a moments notice. Once in position, they would be silenced, re-fueled, and their crew would sit tight; just waiting for the order to take off. It was an impressive sight, so many large planes just quietly sitting, yet ominously there.

"So glad we got pulled from 992," spoke a lone clone sergeant as he stepped towards one of the larger C-5 Yinhe which was positioned at the front of the line of C-31's. His armour had changed since his last assignment; whereas before he bore the yellow markings of the 152nd Regiment within the 42nd Territorial Army, he now wore the dazzle camoflauge and green accents of the 122nd Legion within the 15th Regional Army. It was a change of scenery, to say the least, for the men. In terms of service, the 152nd Regiment had been pulled into the 15th Regional, with the transference of some units to make room. This was seen as to make room for more "experienced" troops, to supplement the majority of "shiny" troops in the lower ranks.

"Yeah, Cutup, I know you're happy..." spoke the Sergeant of the group, his shoulder-covering pauldron now adorned with the same green flash as the rest of the men. However, when he received the new pauldron, he also had received a new rank. "Sergeant, First Class", in recognition of his service while stationed at Outpost AUREK-992. "Me, I'm just getting used to the new rank."

"I can see, Eights. I bet that chevron weighs a ton..."

"Cutup, come on... I just wish the rest of you had been promoted as well."

"Hey, at least I was," spoke Droidbait as he pointed to the new insignia located at the middle point where his armour plates joined. "This second chevron is a beast to haul on every morning."

"Leave the jokes to Cutup, Droidbait," spoke Eights as he adjusted his armour. "And for all we know, the other promotions are just lost in transit. You know how the GAR is..."

As the men continued to talk, Eights kept looking into his Heads-Up Display, waiting for the order to move...

It still wasn't coming...

by **Leos** » Sat Apr 28, 2012 4:35 pm

TO: EL Blondel
The genocide of ponies is unacceptable and must be stopped or you can count leos in with the pro ponies force invasion and liberation of ponies

by **The Grand World Order** » Sat Apr 28, 2012 4:41 pm

((music URL simply happens to be what I'm listening to at this moment, holds no other significance))

OFFICIAL RESPONSE OF THE FASCIST FEDERATION OF THE
GRAND WORLD ORDER

The Federation is simultaneously amused and perturbed by the recently developing situation.

First and foremost, we are perturbed by the fact that the -entire- population of El Bondel has been threatened with indiscriminate death and murder; but this is understandable. It's only natural for a species to seek to eliminate its competitors, as the Ponyists are seeking right now. However, this has been hidden under the banner of hypertolerance and globalist-appeasing sentiments, clearly demonstrating that mass murder is fine so long as you are in line with the globalists.

At the same time, we are amused that the Ponyists have only decided to act out like this against a nation they can easily defeat, were it to stand alone. Threatening to exterminate a small nation, yet leaving the larger countries such as our own alone, clearly indicates that the ponies rightfully understand their place at Mankind's feet.

The Federation is willing and able to not only protect El Bondel's borders, but to evacuate their citizens and government so that they cannot be murdered en masse. Once again, the Federation proves itself as a bulwark against globalist aggression. And, as always,

The Ponyist Annihilation(CLOSED,MT)

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