Cerantian Happenings (OPEN MT)

[Cerantia]

[Sarkar Joint Bunker, 1:30 SST, January 2nd - Two Days after the Great Devastation]

Cerce looked over the reports for about the fifth time that day. The reports were astounding - over 2/3rds of the population dead. Bomb shelters were caving in due to the nukes. The Parthians weren't showing any signs of responding to either Cerantia or Sarkom. The majority of the Navy had returned to Cerantian waters, and the few citizens that fled on boats also returned - both were told not to come closer for fear of radiation. Radio contact *except for the emergency radio contact with the WA* has been completely cut off, therefore not allowing Cerce, or his chief Offencive Commander of the Cerantian Military Empire, to contact the military and tell them to return home. Phone lines were dead, and Cerantian-made cell phones were not reliable at all. *The Internet was not used at all in Cerantia, as Cerantian-made computers wouldn't be able to run them - Note that Cerantia is in the 1960s-1980s in technology, not including any space ventures at the time*

Sarkar (the joint-ruled city of Cerantia and Atlamar) was under strict quarentine due to the possibility of radioactive exposure by Cerantian immigrants to Atlamic citizens. Cerce could completely understand Atlamar's stance on this, but to quarentine him, Cerce Eugene Tentones VII, Emperor of Cerantia, even after completely checking out on all tests, was almost an outrage. To refuse contact with the President of Atlamar, Borous Merkenly, was more than he could stand. So Cerce sat down and read the reports.

Again.

"Maria," Cerce called over to his wife, who was also the chief scientist of Cerantia, "what can you tell me about those bombs that were dropped on us?"

She said, "Well, they were definately nuclear - and they were devastating. I suspect that they used the same exact design of ICBMs that we had - only mass produced. It doesn't matter, really - all that matters is that they are nuclear, and that we can't return... Ever."

Cerce looked up from his reports into his wife's eyes, and saw that they were blank. That's not good, Cerce thought, She must be in shock - it's probobly taking all she has to just simply stand here and talk... He stood up and embraced her for a long moment, her crying on his shoulder, and him reasuring her, telling her it would all be OK.

One of Borous's lackeys nocked on the door. Another refusal of a meeting, probobly...

"Sir," said a familiar voice, "It's me - Nick. Open up!" Cerce braced himself for the greeting that he would soon receave.

The usual 'firm' handshake that was customary and fallowed Nomanick Carver's appearance never came.

Instead, for the first time in a long time, Nick looked like he was going to cry. "The kids. They took my damn kids, right overtop of me!" Nick sobbed, "I told them to stay down in the shelter, they didn't listen - I had it all ready... The frigin dog... They couldn't..."

Cerce had never seen Nick in this state since his parents had been assasinated in a very small clan-related coup attempt, which failed due to Nick's abbillity to weild a machine gun. Nick had been 17 then, and Cerce had just sworn into High King *See my factbook as to why Cerantia changed from Monarchy to Imperialism - quick summary, it's a customary vote* when it had happened.

Cerce stood next to his old friend. "We'll get back at these bastards - but not anytime soon. We need you now more than ever, Nick. The kids need you - and not just yours. The military isn't responding and won't withdraw, and Borous isn't gonna let us use the phone anytime soon due to this whole quarentine messup. Hold it together, Nomanick Carver - as ordered by the Emperor of the CME."

Nick whiped his eyes with his sleave, stood at rigid attention with his fist to his heart, and said, "As you wish, Emperor."

"Good. Now, as you've so courtiously opened the door, let's go see our good neighbor, the President."

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[Sarkar Joint Bunker, 1:47 SST, January 2nd]

"Well, I don't see why not," stated Senate Representative Harringworth from the clan Jerrora, "They bombed us - we have two of our nations finest Nuclear Warheads capable of whiping out two good-sized cities, why don't we use them?"

"Because it would go against the very reason that Cerantia went to war with the Parthians in the first place - due to war crimes and inhumane treatment of the enemy." replied the Secretary of Defence Janemarrow of the Republic of Atlamar. "How would it look if we whiped out hundreds of thousands of everyday citizens, thereby commiting inhumane treatment of the enemy, in response to inhumane treatment?"

"An eye for an eye is how it was untill this Republic came into being, if I'm correct in my history, which I know I am." said Secretary of War Louis. "Why can't the same principal apply here?"

"Because," Borous Merkenly spoke up, "this Republic came into being to specifically end this kind of treatment. We are a humane, civilized, and respected nation in this new age. I will not be the first President of Atlamar to reign hell on -"

Suddenly, the double doors burst open at the end of the gathering room within the bunker.

"If I recall correctly, you just about fired those same two nukes last year at us during the Atlamic-Cerantian war. Now, how about you sit down and listen to some good old-fasioned Cerantian war-talk?"

Cerce's voice was pumped full of anger. Not one of the delegates, representatives, or secretaries said a word. However, a President did: "Who the hell let you out of quarentine? We could all be at risk of -

Again, Cerce interupted. "My country is pumped full of too many whole's for Swiss cheese, and you worry about these easily replaced by vote representatives?"

"How da-

"No, How dare YOU! You fucking republicans and democrats are all the same. Talk talk talk talk talk talk and then WHAM! Something happens. And yet you continue with the talking, even when your allies and your OWN PEOPLE are dying around you!. This will get you nowhere - and is why you lost the Cracion Civil War and why you 'dropped out of' the Cerantian-Atlamic war. You talk. Right about now, you need to shut up and make some action!"

"Guards, contain him! I will not be -

This time, a gunshot, not Cerce, interrupted Borous. A gaping hole penatrated the wall right above Borous's head just as the silence penatrated the room.

"If I remember the terms of the peace treaty during the Cer.-At. war, they would be nullified if Atlamar refused to recognize them. And in the closed discution between you and Cerce here, you agreed to provide support whenever possible. Yet you have closed your borders and not even provided a phone." Nick looked even madder than Cerce. "Looks to me like your ignoring the contract - and that this gun is just about willing to nullify you."

Borous looked strained. "What the hell am I supposed to do? I help you, I house you, I even talk to you, The Parthians might get trigger happy and hit the nuke launch button. You must understand, that I -

"Am A complete cowa-

"Shut the hell up you son of -

"QUIET!!!"

Maria suddenly walks through the doors.

Maria: (to Borous) "Give Cerce a phone and call off your troops - open the borders to non irradiated civilians." (To Cerce): "Get that phone and start calling in some favors - we need some support."

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Later that day, the Cerantian Millitary Empire signs on with the alliance known as the Imperial Garrison in exchange for defencive support and humanitarian support. Atlamar opens it's underground borders only (the ones that connected Cerantian and Atlamic bomb shelters that were joint-controlled, like the Sarkar bunker). Cerantia sends a repeating message over the open non-comercial radio waves asking for any aid whatsoever.

[Cerantia]

OOC: This is roughly based on The Parthians post as a reaction to Cerantia pleading for The Parthians to not destroy any furthur nations due to religios freedom, or face the consequences of possible war:

Persepolis Palace

The Shah laughed as he read the Cerantian ultimatum, looking over the strategic map, he spoke to the Defense minister, now sitting across from him...

"Some people don't understand the meaning of common sense, do they Lord Marshall?" The Shah asked rhetorically, pausing to light a cigarette before continuing. "Do you have another prepared?"

The Lord Marshall nodded, "Yes Shahanshah. We can neutralize them effectively..."

The Shah let loose a deep drag of the cigarette before punching in his authorization code into the computer again, his words were simple. "Exterminate them. All of them, obliterate this country as a message to the others."

Above Cerantia, Parthian satellites had moved into position since the ultimatum had been received, the closest having been gently maneuvered into the position from which they would strike.

Just like Krezren, just like San Franutsco, they would deliver the first blow as several hundred 5 kiloton warheads were strewn onto the ICBM silos, suspected nuclear bases, submarine ports of the country of Cerantia. The warheads slated for the ICBM silos, despite having only 30 seconds between launch of the Parthian warhead and impact, were designed to fan out into columns over the silos, meaning that even a launch taken before the impact of the warhead would result in the ICBMs being consumed in nuclear fireballs.

Along with the smaller ordinance, the larger nuclear satellites unleashed their payloads, entering the atmosphere and burning up to reveal 11 individual MIRVs from each of the 5 satellites set to attack Cerantia. The largest of these warheads, each 100 megatons in size, would impact the ten largest civilian population centers in Cerantia, while the smaller ten megaton warheads would pepper military bases with nuclear fireballs. Again, 30 seconds would separate them from firing to impact. Barely enough time for someone one the ground to scream before being consumed in some of the largest nuclear fireballs man could create.

35 seconds after the initial launch, Parthian ICBMs were offloaded from their bases in the Alborz mountains. Cerantia had threatened 4 ICBMs would be used, something the Shah would repay a hundredfold. Payment was given by the launch of 400 ICBMs each containing 10 1 megaton MIRVs. 45 minutes flight would separate 4,000 nuclear weapons from their impact points, which was generally anything not already slated for destruction by the satellite launched ordinance.

Finally, as the initial ICBM barrage flew off towards their targets, the Parthian missile force offloaded the crowning achievement to ensure the complete destruction of Cerantia. 10 ICBMs consisting of 500 megaton warheads designed to completely obliterate the country of Cerantia from existence.

[Cerantia]

OOC: Another interesting read concerning this topic:

THE FALL OF CERANTIA
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23:00 Hours, December 31st
One hour before extermination

Sirens blare throughout Cerantia as a suspected nuclear exchange is to take place. Citizens everywhere look up in confusion as the Tentones Tower begins it's anual New Year's light up. The series of blares continue, signalling a possible nuclear launch. Citizens scramble to the nearest underground facility.

The Naval Forces of the Cerantian Military are signalled to stay off of the coast of New Zepuha.

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23:17 hours, December 31st
43 minutes before extermination

Cerce Tentones and the other main polliticall members, allong with a sizeable population, are rushed to Sarka (a joint city controlled by Atlamar and Cerantia) and goes into hiding underground - this would normally be considered weakness, but is currently considered preservation of Cerantian legacy, therefore preserving our Glory and Honor.

Silos around Cerantia prepare to launch, the CME Ground Forces begin marching twords the enemy, with 3.2 million troops (coupled with 2.5 million from Atlamar, and the tanks numbere roughly 1 million in both of the Sarkomian Alliance's nations).

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23:34 hours, December 31st
26 minutes before extermination

7.9 Million Cerantians are either in bomb shelters or out at sea to avoid potential Nukes. Cerce Tentones prepairs a recording that was undisclosed at this time. Cerce Tentones requests that Atlamar takes control of Cerantia should the Emperor not live through the Nuclear exchange, if indeed there is one.

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23:52 hours, December 31st
8 minutes before extermination

Orbital launch of missiles is detected, the 4 ICBMs and the Cruise Missiles are prept for launch.

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23:59 hours, December 31st
1 minute before extermination

The first nukes reach the silos before the assorted missiles from Cerantia could be succesfully launched. However, only 20 of the 100 Cerantian submarines are destroyed due to the fact that 80 of the Subs were not yet at the base and were still off the coast of New Zepuha, as ordered. 10 Cruise Missiles from those submarines are launched at the 5 largest ground-based Military structures.

Cerce Tentones plays the recorderd message and sets it to replay after finishing:

To my people of the Cerantian Millitary Empire; You are frightened and scared, if I am to interperate the everyday citizen's response to a nuclear exchange. You are oviously mad at the Parthians for this, as I know I am. You may be questioning wether or not I am fit to rule with my decision to threaten a larger nation such as Parthia - you have every right to this, and may impeach me at your leigure - but now we are at war, in a war against a nation I know we cannot win against. But actions have been done, and we must now all pay the consequences. Atlamar has promised us their humanitarian support, if we survive this.

To the listeners of this message that may not be a Cerantian citizen, you are now looking at the tyrany of Parthia. We ask that, should we not be able to do so, you dish out proper judgement on Parthia for attacking a nation that was only defending a country that has been rendered indefencive. Parthia is a country guilty of war crimes and genocide. If any are listening to this, we have fallen victom to both - and Parthia needs to be punished accordingly.

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0:00, 1st of January
0 minutes untill extermination

Nuclear missiles land all over Cerantia - older bomb shelters callapse killing countless thousands - ships not yet out of range are demolished - and citizens ranging from elderly to children are engulfed in a uranium-charged blast. Thankfully, due to the Cracion Peaks that border Atlamar and Cerantia, Atlamar is completely unaffected by the nuclear blasts - except, of course, the near-loss of it's ally. Only 3.4 million Cerantians still survive compared to the original 16 million. Much of the Navy and Military still survives because they were deployed before the nukes were launched, however only about 10% of the air force remains.

[Cerantia]

With a muffled Roar, a Nevennkeblan FW-240, a high altitud flying wing cargo aircraft ghosted over what remained of Cerentia. The pilot turned, and looked at the commander. "A damn shame, that's what it is. Millions dead, and nothing we can do about it. The commander looked back at the door to the cargo bay. "Not nessecarily..." As the aircraft passed over Sarka, the bay doors ground open. packages began to fall out, chutes opening. 50,000 MREs floated down to land in the streets of Sarka. A note was taped to the first package to land. "Though our country is too small to render military effort, we can deliver humanitarian aid. This box contains a radio beacon. Place it where you wish future supply drops to occur.

Cerce Tentones read the note. It doesn't say what country it is... Cerce picked up the beacon. "Well, aid is aid, I guese..." he said to no one in particular. He looked up into the sky and whispered a thanks to whoever was out there.

[Cerantia]

Soon after, a steady line of supply planes traveled between Nevennkeblan and Cerantia, dropping crates filled with everything from food, to portable toilets, to pre-fab huts. A radio transmitter was also dropped, with instructions to deliver it to the Cerantian government to enable them to make requests.

Cerce Tentones, after a long debate, considers the radio transmitter. Many in the Cerantian High Senate (which represented the clans of Cerantia) considered this a dishonor that downplayed Cerantia's Might, Glory, and Honor. Cerce argued that withought these supplies, our Self Preservation of Honor would fail completely. The Senate met this with mixed results. In the end, he was allowed to contact them on behalf of the senate (Emperor Cerce Tentones could do it withought the support, but this could lead to political problems in the long run). He set a message on loop for the radio, if ever should someone listen to it.

To the recipients of this message;

We of the Cerantian Military Empire welcome your help most graciously. We require medicine and other medical equipment - food, clothes, and shelter is a surplus here, as Atlamar has graciously accepted us into their borders - however, not much aid other than that was provided, for fear of bombardment by The Parthians for helping us. Please, if medical aid is available, it would be much appreciated. I hope we can meet some day, and I also hope to return this favor eventually.

Sincerely,

Cerce Eugene Tentones VII, Emperor of the Cerantian Military Empire

[Tyeir]

Approximately one week after the initial distress call was sent out, four Heavy-Lift Zeppelins, each one underslinging nearly 5,000 Tons of Food and supplies, approached the coastline of Cerantia. The Certains of said Zeppelins begna making it blatantly clear over the radios that they were delivering civilian aid and were unarmed. The Zeppelins were outfitted with Gieger-Counters as they skirted away from the nuclear impacts as best they could. At times the Chevron formation turned into a "Follow the leader" of Zeppelins cruising at about 2,000 Feet. Crewmembers stood on the outside-the-Control-Car catwalks and looked through Binoculars at the ground, trying to pick out signs of life... Or, anything. Camps, groups of survivors... Their radios worked overtime as the radiomen called out, requesting contact with any survivors, camps... Anyone.

The Zeppelins were not fast, cruising at a steady 50 Miles per hour, plus or minus 10 miles an hour with a head or tailwind. At their altitude and their speed... They should easily be visible to anyone in the nuclear wasteland. Wether or not they could land or find any survivors was another thing.

[Cerantia]

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TRANSMISSION FROM CERANTIA:

Unidentified Airships, please confirm your intentions or be shot.  AA guns are trained on your craft.  If you do not respond, you will be shot.

[Tyeir]

TZ-32 "Otterbane"

Captain Joan Sartrez was already in the command car of the lead airship when the radio call came in. She hurried over to the radio and picked up the transmitter's microphone. "This is Transport Zeppelin "Otterbane", Homeport the Colony of Tyeir. We're are unarmed, as so are our consorts. We are responding to your distress signal and have... As you can guess, a large amount of food and what supplies the Colony can Produce. I hereby request, now that we have solid radio contact with you... Vectoring to the best place for the supplies to be set down. Please be aware we do need a rather lager landing feild... And we don't have..." She paused, trying to remember the saying before it clicked, "NBC, uhm, Nuclear Biological and Chemical deterrants. All we have is some basic Gieger counters to skirt the edges of the worst of it." She grit back a chuckle and covered the mic when one of the bridge crewmen called out; "Yeah! Ensign Farin's grown a third eye, it's actually made him more handsome, the ugly bastard!" -- "Feck you!"

When she'd quieted down the bridge crew she quickly got back on the radio, the brief pause probably having given the Cerantian's time to reply.

[Cerantia]

OOC: Sorry about the long waits, the forums keep telling me "Sorry, you can't use this function at this time."

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TRANSMITION:

We have an open clearing in Cra's Bowl, in the center of the Cracion Peaks - head a bit northwest of here, you'll find it.  Our weapons are standing down, sorry for the misshap - ever since the bombs, we've been a bit skitish.  We thank you for the counters, and for the food - if medical equipment is available, that is what we need most now.  Atlamar is providing food, but it isn't enough - most of their feilds outside of the Cracion Peak's radius were destroyed in the bombing, so they can't lend out that much help.  All the medical facilities are overloaded, so again, if you could provide such aid as that, it would be much appreciated.

And I gaurantee that anything in or to the west of the Cracion Peaks is completely radiation free - we speculate that there is a large quantaty of lead lining the peaks.  Be carefull, though - go too low, and you can't move through them, but go too high, and visibility is almost nothing.

Again, you have our thanks.  We will do all we can to help in any future endeavors by your colony.

[Tyeir]

A small airplane dropped off the second Zeppellin, it turned and flew away from the three towards the way they came. Captain Sartrez got on the radio and called over, "We'll make our way there, We don't have much in the way of medicine or medical aid. I'm sure our ship-board doctors will help where they can though, we heard you had naval forces in the area, could we... Pick up the injured and fly them to your Naval forces? A hospital ship perhaps? We have a Message-plane flying back to Four more Zeppelins off the coast they have more supplies. I apologise we can't haul more in one trip, but... I guess we wouldn't be much help to you if we were oceanbound ships, hey?"

The Zeppelins Cruised just under the clouds, their lower top speed allowed them to Navigate the peaks, though at times crewmembers had to watch the sides of the Rigid Hulls to make sure htey didn't scrape. The winds were the real problem as the Zeppelins fought those most of the way. But given enough time, they made their way through. Though the last Zeppelin was undergoing minor repairs to her Rigid-Hull, her crewmembers hanging off the sides of the massive aircraft patching a few minor scrapes and holes in the hull. Teh Zeppelins would then start forming up to land. Captain Sartrez used her Binoculars to scout the LZ and a good place to drop the underslung crates.

[Cerantia]

Cerce Eugene Tentones looked at the food being unloaded from the Zeppellins. He wished he could meet Captain Sartrez, but he could find her nowhere. Probobly still up with those other aircraft... He reached for his radio to send a late reply to the Captain.

"Tentones here. Not much time to talk - I still got people calapsed in bomb shelters in the middle of a radioactive wasteland, and no biohazard suites, I got a President of Atlamar who's pissed off at me for getting half his crops wasted and 'sucking the life out of the economy with our presence', and I have a Navy that won't respond to my radio broadcasts. As to your suggestion, it would be nice of you to send a message-plane to the CMIN (OOC: Don't laugh; It's the Cerantian Military Imperial Navy, not a perved joke) to tell them to head back to harbor and NOT engage The Parthians. However, there are no hospital ships - it is purely military navy - but some medics are aboard, and could be used as doctors. Please, if this is possible, do so. Sorry for the quick reply and the informalities, but I got a Senate and a foreign President to appease."

[Tyeir]

to the CMIN (OOC: Don't laugh; It's the Cerantian Military Imperial Navy, not a perved joke)

((Sorry, but even with your OOC comment, I can't help it. XD))

The Zeppelins infact only dropped their crates at the LZ, and then rose up to a Standby position. However, when the remark about collapsed bomb shelters came in... Captain Sartrez got on the line, "This velley of yours is pretty big, we can hold out Zeppelins here. If you need strong backs for disaster reliefs, We have a large crew of Erstaz onboard, large lizard people, they arn't trained in disaster relief, but they've got hella strong backs and can lift nearly their full weight. Iffin' you go Biohazard suits for The crew of a Zepp and for the Erstaz (Check my factbook for an image.) I'm sure we can provide some VTOL support for your crews. These 'ships are slated for being torn down anyway for their old airframes, radiation won't do them any bad."

Sartrez paused for a second, "Radioman, get on the secondary, play some phone-tag with the Coriyana, have her contact the message-Bird. See if the Bird can contact these "Semen". Or... C M I N, whatever. The Cerantian Navy. I'm sure by now the homeland has contacted The Fanboyists, I'm not sure now, but they might sent some oceanic support, maybe a Hospital Ship. Tell the Message plane to make sure the Cerantian Navy doesn't get itchy Trigger fingers on any of my Zepps, and for the love of GOD make sure htey don't shoot at any Fanboyist Ships. I do not want a duel between the Fanboyists and a Nation we asked htem to help, on my head. Cna you imagine the political Innuendoes they'd make about that? Let alone about my friggin' career?!" -- "Yes Ma'am!"

Capt. Sartrez watched as TZ-20 "Farint" cruised in and lowered to a foot or so off the LZ in a clear area and with a loud bunch of "WHAM"s, loosed her 5,000 tons of Supply-filled connexes onto the deck, apparantly the Lt. Cmdr. in command of the Farint didn't have a well trained Navigator and helmsman as it lowered weight seemed to take them by surprise, the Zeppelin jumping nearly one hundred feet in about three seconds before the crew got her back under control. Luckily the Farint was the only ship with an inexperienced crew. And the only one to have a problem with the weight being released, thus the only one to jump like that. Sartrez shook her head lightly, "Atleast he brought in the Hull patchers before trying that, he might've lost a few." She stepped back out onto the catwalk outside of the Command car. She took the mobile reciever/transmitter for the radio with her as she stood watching the going-ons from about five hundred feet, off to one side like the other three lead Zeppelins. It had occured to her, with all the suppluies, Seven Zepps couldn't fit on the ground in this Valley if they tried. They'd barely fit in the air, she'd already told four of the Zepps to turn around and move to the far-size of the range, possibly out to sea and loiter to give them more room. She'd stay here with "Otterbane" and assist in the the relief operations as best she could.

[Cerantia]

Cerce sighed. His was a hard work, if compared to other Emperors. He had to answer to a Senate with mixed obligations and plans or be impeached, he had to select an heir or be impeached, he had to keep the people happy or be impeached (how that would work after a nuclear bombing, he had no clue), and he had to 'win with Glory or lose with Honor' or be impeached. How they could impeach a hereditary leader, he could never know - but the majority of the people agreed with the Senate's proposal 10 years ago, and the same would happen again this year, and ten years after that... *see my factbook for reasons as to why Cerantians vote on the governmental type - link in my sig in just a sek* But, he was still obligated to rule, and he had to put up with it for the betterment of the people.

An emergency meeting of the Cerantian High Senate of Allied Clans (CHSAC - could be pronounced Chu Sac) had been called by the Offencive Leader Nomanick Carver and was secconded by his defencive counterpart, Loise Brecken. The representative from the Christian Clan (of course, there was no "Christian Clan", but under Cerantian law, only Clan Cheiftians could join the Senate - so a 'fake' clan had been set up, with only one member - the 'Pope' of Cerantia; however, most of Cerantia was Evangelical, Protestant, or Pentacostal) had also attempted to seccond the motion, but the Def. Leader had beat him to it. (Also, 6 Emperor-supported officials could be on the Senate)

"Let the reccords show that this Senate is now in session - may I suggest that we broadcast this live as this is not solely a Cerantian matter, if I am correct in this?" asked Cerce.

"I seccond the motion." said Karen Trovis, the Emperor-appointed Foreign Advisor.

"Live on radio, as ordered, Sir."

"Good. Now, if I am to be correct in my presumption, this is an ordeal concerning these Erstaz?"

"Yes, My Leige," said Nick Carver. "My reason for calling this is, specifically, a possible military threat. These Tyeirians just happened to fly by in our darkest need. Then, they dropped food with no expectation of repayment, and offered to send message to our Navy, who we can't readilly get ahold of. If they wanted to, they could give a false command, and effectively cut off our Navy - pretty much all that's left of our Military, save those in the Sarkomian Alliance Military, who also are just outside of Cerantia, with no way of getting to Atlamar withought our Navy. Furthurmore, I -"

A red light blinked on the ceiling, signalling for a movement to Interrupt.

"I accept the interruption." said Nick.

"It's called Honor, Offencive Leader. Is that not one of our sole goals, to live our life with Honor? And, if I am to be correct in my saying, these people are also Christian - much like me and most other Cerantians. Is it not a Christian mindest to help whenever you can, be a good Samaritin, as it were?" said 'Pope' Jerrick Yavin.

"Yes, you do have a point - but think of it. They come in, give aid, and then offer to give us the 'helping' hand of 'large lizard people' with 'hella strong backs and can lift nearly their full weight.' This could easilly be an infultration attempt on their part! For all we know, they could be after the Tentonium, or after Project L-TOO?" Nick was fuming at the Senate's 'insolence', and then his face went white.

The Senate room was very quiet.

"Radioman," said Cerce in a wary and small voice, "are you playing this live?"

"Yessir, as ordered."

"Crap. [a pause] Nomanick James Carver Jr., you do realize that you have spoken of... sensitive information reguarding Cerantia that no Outsider should hear?"

"Sir, I was not awa-"

"You damn were informed and aware. You are dissmissed from the Senate room, pending further punishment."

Nick walked out, his face still white.

"Loise, you are now Joint Military Leader. Please, continue."

"Well, uh..." The more inexperianced of the two leaders figited under her desk, pulling out a breifcase. "Sir, we have reason to believe that, with even 1,000 of the lizard -"

"You will reffer to them as Tyeirians, as they are just as sentient as the rest of us." Cerce commanded.

"Yes sir... Well, these Tyeirians could easilly overrun us. They seem to have more advanced aircraft than us, and they could hold more than they have left in Cra's Bowl - they could be holding bombs. Many bombs."

The Senate Representative from the Nolen clan spoke up: "What reason do they have to attack us? We have nothing of value here, even if they previously did know about forementioned things, they wouldn't go through all the trouble of coercing us into thinking them as freinds."

"Um... I don't know... I'm sorry, Nick was supposed to do the talking, I just have the papers and intel..."

"Well then," said the 'Pope', "I would like to shed light on the subject: These people are God's creation too. Don't jump to conclusions just because they aren't the same and that they are strong. Was not Sampson strong? He did mighty things in His name - albeit he didn't fallow His orders completely, good still came of it - God's enemies still suffered, even in Sampson's loss."

"Sampson didn't have scales..." said the representative from the Jarrock clan.

"Dully noted." replied Cerce, "however, I must make the final decision - all in favor of dissolution of this meeting, pledge so."

"I pledge, My Leige." said all voices in the room.

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TRANSMISSION FROM CERANTIA:

We accept your offer of the VTOL support, and also the help of the Erstaz.  Imporvised biohazard suites are available, but we're not gonna take chances; we have another option - back in 1643 SST, Cerantia and Atlamar had created a series of tunnels underground in response to many nations arming themselves with nukes, should something of this magnatude ever happen.  The Erstaz would be working to move away the lead-lined corridores leading from Cerantian bunkers to Atlamic bunkers.  Radiation won't be a health problem - guiger counters that you sent checked the tunnels, and they took a reading that suggests even a child could live safely down there - but I'm not gonna risk it.  Cerantians would be helping the Erstaz, so don't think we're just putting foreigners in the frontline.

[Cerantia]

Cerce took a look at the reports. It always seemed to happen like this, him looking at the reports. One of these days, I gotta stop reading these things... If it wasn't for me reading reports, the Atlamic-Cerantian war would have never happened, the Revultion War would have never happened.... and what I'm about to do would have been prevented.

07.01.2010 The Government of the Empire of Sunsader was overthrown by an alliance of terrorists and Illuminatists, Emperor Boris Pochenko has fled to the Kingdom of Ganicia.
We now ask for help to bring down the newly formed evil dictatorship government of Sunsader , and bring peace to the streets again.

His Imperial Highness Boris Pochenko has decleared "War on terror" in Sunsader and needs your help.

An attempted Assassination of Emperor Boris Pochenko was made today at 03.00 in the Kingdom of Ganicia , where the emperor is currently hiding.
The emperor got away without injuries but his friend and bodyguard John Jackson was killed. Ganician News reports say.

Earlier today the Government of Sunsader was overthrown by a terrorist organisastion with help from a secret society known as the Illuminati.
The Illuminati. It is not known if the illuminati which helped stage this attack has any connection to the historical Bavarian Secret society of Illuminati.

The exiled government is still looking for help to invade Sunsader and bring down the terrorist regime.

Cerantia had just recently begun recovering from a nuclear bombing on all major Cerantian locations. With an army of roughly 5.7 million (when coupled with Atlamar's joint army), it was a force to be recconed with when put up against a country of equal size.

It seemed that they would need to be called on yet again.

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CMEOTF (Cerantiam Military Empire Offencive Task Force) ORDERS AS OF 1/6/1700 22:00 SST
AUTHENTICATION: 8988 - MR-T
From: Emperor Cerce Eugene Tentones VII
To: All Mobile CME Personell

A peacefull nation - SUNSADER - has been overthrown by a rival force.  Let what heppened to us not happen to them.  Specific orders are attatched to this message, detailing your specific squad.  This is a high frequency on all chanell broadcast - if the Navy can respond to this, they are to head to the mainland East of Cerantia to pick up the ground troops - they are to be sent to the nearest location of SUNSADER at the coast.

For Honor, Glory, and Power!

Allies are not required to help in this attack - the Military has no other obligations, as Cerantia is too decemated and unvaluable to even be bothered with the threat of a takeover.

[Tyeir]

Upon hearing of this declaration of another attack, Cpt. Joan Sartrez... Got on the radio down to the people below him who were in command, presumably, since she was above their HQ, their commanders. And promptly said; "Look, I was sent here to provide civilian disaster relief, and to not interfere or touch any military happenings so as to keep Tyeir neutral. But, seriously?!" She shook her head even though they couldn't see it. "YOu've lost half if not more of your population, the rest is burried under millions of tons of concrete, in radiation filled wastelands... Your out of contact with most of your navy except for the airplane we have flying back and fourth... And you have 5.7 Million troops that could be HERE helping with disaster relief or just the fact... Procreating to jumpstart your population again! Seriously? Honor? Courage? No! This is bordering on retardation and Lunacy! Don't send your troops, who probably have their morale destroyed because their homeland was NUKED, away from home to fight when they should by all rights be here at HOME trying to find their families and helping their country rebuild!" You can't go on some crusade against some other country right after you've been NUKED." She sighed, "I mean... It's just... If your going for the medal of Dumb, your going way above and beyond the call of duty."

She was sure this would cause the Zeppelins to be told to leave the country, but... Sometimes you just had to speak up when people did stupid things. Especially when it would cost lives and Hinder the recovery of a nation that Tyeir was pouring money into.

[Cerantia]

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QUICK REPLY FROM: CERCE
We can't get them back into Cerantia without the navy for transport back over here - and the CMIN is still out of our radio range.  If the CMIN could be gotten back, by all means, we would order the troops back - but Sunsader has promised to provide support if we were to to kick the rebels out.  Sure, it's ludicracy - but it isn't always my call.  The senate had a unanimous vote on the subject.  This is out of my hands.

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[Tyeir]

No reply was sent to Cerce, however, after dropping their Cargo... every last Zeppellin carefully extracted itself from the mountains and headed for the INland beach, once there, they headed directly east. It might surprise the CME Army when nearly eleven Zeppelins carrying emptyConnexes. The zeppelins Lowered to the ground and instructed the soldiers they were here from the government, please take off uniforms. That htey could keep their weapons if they so chose. And load load into the passenger spaces of the zeppelins, and into the connexes, It would be uncomfortable as the zeppelins would have them packed tighter than Sardines. However, with half the crew off the zepps, and the Zeppelins running on a skeleton crew... The Zepps had cabin space for the troops also. No vehicles could be taken, only the soldiers, and if they were lucky, their weapons. They couldn't possibly lift all of them at once and decided to take them in about Ten trips ,maybe more. The return trip took twice as long as reaching the troops in the first place as the Zeppelins took forever to gain altitude. However, it should be noted Five more Zeppelins finally arrived from Tyeir to drop more supplies and to assist with the airlift operations.

The airlifts would terminate and start back the moment they entered Cra's Bole and could pull out. The Zeppelins had next to no turnaround time, as Cra's Bole had no refueling point in it, they sued specialized Mid-air Refueling Zeppelins that not only carried large tanks of Fuel for the Zeppelins, but also flew through clouds, collecting the water up there, and processed it into Hydrogen to refill the Zeppelin's Gasbags.

[Cerantia]

Senate representative Harmon Julie of the Blackrock clan (and also head of the Department of Comunications, or DoC) looked over the intercepted transmition. It was by telegram, unlike the usual radio transmitions that were used by the Cerantian Government and the usual citizen. It was stunning, these numbers, over and over again. There was no discernable pattern; how they had come up with such a coding system was still a mystery to him. He looked down at the sheet of paper in front of him again.

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He, nor anyone else, did not know where the telegram had come from. After the secret emergency meeting of the Senate, and the threat of impeachment to Cerce, this almost imediatly went out.

Then he read an even stranger report. The CMEOTF had... dissapeared. They were nonexistant. And somehow, the population of Cerantia had grown by 6 million overnight. It was almost written that the military had gotten back into Cerantia, reguardless of orders. Cerce was being blamed for this.

But wasn't the entire goal of invasion to get our military back here? he thought. But, there was, as always, a different goal for the Senate. He could sense this; why he hadn't spoken up, and why he hadn't voted against this move, he couldn't recall. However, why they didn't turn to their newfound "allies" was evident: These 'lizard people' possesed strength unmatched by any known Cerantian, let alone any known human. And they proposed to let them into Cerantia... and Cerce accepted. He shivered to think of the havoc that could be wrought by lizards such as th--

"Harmon Julie, you are requested at the Meeting Hall."

Harmon looked up at the speaker overhead. "Reason?"

"Emergency meeting."

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"Eugene Tentones, formerly Cerce Eugene Tentones VII, you have been called before a court of the Senate, an offbranch of Cerantian law, under the terms of: embezzlement, false representation," the Highest Senator, Gregory Longbottom of No Clan, paused; "and conspiracy against the Empire of Cerantia in an attempt to undermine it's goals. How do you plead?"

Cerce (now demoted to Eugene) Tentones stood at a rigid attention, his face with no emotion on it. "Guilty."

The Senate room was completely quiet. Maria's face went completely white.

NomaNick Carver was nowhere to be found.

Gregory looked completely stunned. Then he cleared his throught; "Well. Let the reccords show that he has pleaded guilty. Now, please, may the court present it's knowledge on the subject."

Joan of Clan Aera (she had no appointed last name - a war orphan of one of Cerantia's rare internal civil wars) had been appointed as persecuter. "The first charge against Eugene mentioned was embezzlement. This reffers to a time during the Atlamic-Cerantian war when you purchased 15 units of an Outsider class of tanks withought the approval of the Senate. How do you plead directly to this accusation?"

"Inocent. Reason for saying this is that it was personal spending and that the men working said units were mercenaries also bought specifically by me."

Joan nodded, and said, "A formal investigation into this will be looked into. For the seccond accusation, the false representation, it is known that you had written to Tyeirian forces describing yourself as 'Cerce' when, in fact, you had been impeached by the Senate earlier that day. How do you plead?"

"Inocent. Reason for saying this is that the message, to my knowledge, was sent aproximately 57 secconds before my impeachment."

"But that's impossible - have I been halucinating, or were you at the impeachment at that time?"

Eugene smirked. "Yes, I was. Apparently, someone was mascerading as me." He looked at Nick's empty seat, and smiled.

Joan continued, "And for the third accusation, you were conspiring against Cerantia. This is in your transmition to Tyeirian forces using the Outsider means of 'binary code'. How do you plead?

Eugene said, "Guilty."

All the while, Harmon Julie tried to keep his facts straight. But the last statement surprised him. The sender never specified who he was, if I recall... only 'I'... maybe they translated it wrong... maybe it said 'Cerce', but even then, technicallities would have suggested that it took place after impeachment, and he was no longer 'Cerce'... Why doesn't he stand up and say something, he knows just as much as I do...

Then he had the courage to stand up and talk. Just as he was about to hit the 'Interrupt' button, Eugene cought his eye.

He shook his head.

Meanwhile, Joan was speaking again, "Then by the power vested in me by the Cerantian government, I hereby sentence you to imediat death by decapitation."

Then Gregory Longbottom spoke up, "And, seing as how there is no heir present, the Senate will assume coma-"

"What the hell do you think I am, then?" said Maria, "A bystander? No, I too carry the title of Cerce should Eugene be removed from such title, and that title belongs to me by right of marriage! This is treason against the throne!"

Gregory smirked at this. "What throne? I was under the interpretation that the last Cerce was removed."

Maria fumed, "The last Cerce stands before you - and he has not yet decided if his wife will precede him as Empress."

Gregory still had that diabolical smirk on him, "Do you have the mariage papers of authintication?"

Maria replied, "Of course, I do, I carry them to every court heari---" She reached down into her breifcase, and found that they were missing. "I had them here just a seccond ago..."

Gregory's smirk grew, "Well, then let us take a look into the reccords... [5 minutes of pause and searching through files marked 'C, E, T, and M'] It seems that they are not here. Seing that there are no reccords, your claim must be discounted."

"But I have eyewitnesses, they can -"

"As first act as joint leader of Ceratia, I call a vote to discount all eyewitness accounts from here on out. All in favor, say aye."

2/3rds of the required senate leaders yelled 'Aye', as the rest threw up accusations and threats and yells.

"Then, I'm affraid, Maria No Spouse Tentones, you are dismissed from this Senate, as it is obvios that you are not allowed here, seeing that you have no blood ties to the former Emperor, nor do you represent a clan or branch of the government. Security?"

[Cerantia]

Cerce looked at the Senate report. Everything had gone to plan. His freind, NomaNick Carver, had undergone plastic surgery to look exactly like him. Maria had gone back with Nick, not knowing that it wasn't him, to Cerantia to the Senate emergency meeting.

"Eugene Tentones, formerly Cerce Eugene Tentones VII, you have been called before a court of the Senate, an offbranch of Cerantian law, under the terms of: embezzlement, false representation," the Highest Senator, Gregory Longbottom of No Clan, paused; "and conspiracy against the Empire of Cerantia in an attempt to undermine it's goals. How do you plead?"

Cerce (now demoted to Eugene) Tentones stood at a rigid attention, his face with no emotion on it. "Guilty."

The Senate room was completely quiet. Maria's face went completely white.

NomaNick Carver was nowhere to be found.

Gregory looked completely stunned. Then he cleared his throught; "Well. Let the reccords show that he has pleaded guilty. Now, please, may the court present it's knowledge on the subject."

Joan of Clan Aera (she had no appointed last name - a war orphan of one of Cerantia's rare internal civil wars) had been appointed as persecuter. "The first charge against Eugene mentioned was embezzlement. This reffers to a time during the Atlamic-Cerantian war when you purchased 15 units of an Outsider class of tanks withought the approval of the Senate. How do you plead directly to this accusation?"

"Inocent. Reason for saying this is that it was personal spending and that the men working said units were mercenaries also bought specifically by me."

Joan nodded, and said, "A formal investigation into this will be looked into. For the seccond accusation, the false representation, it is known that you had written to Tyeirian forces describing yourself as 'Cerce' when, in fact, you had been impeached by the Senate earlier that day. How do you plead?"

"Inocent. Reason for saying this is that the message, to my knowledge, was sent aproximately 57 secconds before my impeachment."

"But that's impossible - have I been halucinating, or were you at the impeachment at that time?"

Eugene smirked. "Yes, I was. Apparently, someone was mascerading as me." He looked at Nick's empty seat, and smiled.

Joan continued, "And for the third accusation, you were conspiring against Cerantia. This is in your transmition to Tyeirian forces using the Outsider means of 'binary code'. How do you plead?

Eugene said, "Guilty."

All the while, Harmon Julie tried to keep his facts straight. But the last statement surprised him. The sender never specified who he was, if I recall... only 'I'... maybe they translated it wrong... maybe it said 'Cerce', but even then, technicallities would have suggested that it took place after impeachment, and he was no longer 'Cerce'... Why doesn't he stand up and say something, he knows just as much as I do...

Then he had the courage to stand up and talk. Just as he was about to hit the 'Interrupt' button, Eugene cought his eye.

He shook his head.

Meanwhile, Joan was speaking again, "Then by the power vested in me by the Cerantian government, I hereby sentence you to imediat death by decapitation."

Then Gregory Longbottom spoke up, "And, seing as how there is no heir present, the Senate will assume coma-"

"What the hell do you think I am, then?" said Maria, "A bystander? No, I too carry the title of Cerce should Eugene be removed from such title, and that title belongs to me by right of marriage! This is treason against the throne!"

Gregory smirked at this. "What throne? I was under the interpretation that the last Cerce was removed."

Maria fumed, "The last Cerce stands before you - and he has not yet decided if his wife will precede him as Empress."

Gregory still had that diabolical smirk on him, "Do you have the mariage papers of authintication?"

Maria replied, "Of course, I do, I carry them to every court heari---" She reached down into her breifcase, and found that they were missing. "I had them here just a seccond ago..."

Gregory's smirk grew, "Well, then let us take a look into the reccords... [5 minutes of pause and searching through files marked 'C, E, T, and M'] It seems that they are not here. Seing that there are no reccords, your claim must be discounted."

"But I have eyewitnesses, they can -"

"As first act as joint leader of Ceratia, I call a vote to discount all eyewitness accounts from here on out. All in favor, say aye."

2/3rds of the required senate leaders yelled 'Aye', as the rest threw up accusations and threats and yells.

"Then, I'm affraid, Maria No Spouse Tentones, you are dismissed from this Senate, as it is obvios that you are not allowed here, seeing that you have no blood ties to the former Emperor, nor do you represent a clan or branch of the government. Security?"

He read it again to make sure that it was just as rehersed. Now, all he had to do was make sure no-one knew of his 'death', and have fun, until the next phase was completed. Of course, this is also not just for this convinient coverup - it wasn't till after my arrival that I discovered my possible impeachment. I hope they don't kick me out when they learn of this...

(OOC: No one besides the people at the ball know if Cerce being at the ball)

[Atlamar]

Borous Merkenly, President of Atlamar, looked at the Senate report, and said, "Frick. That didn't go too good." He turned to his aid, and said, "Tell the Cerantians that they are to be removed from our presence. I'm not gonna have a civil war raging in my backyard, if that's what unfolds."

[Cerantia]

Gregory Longbottom was overwhelmed. He had riots in the streets, he had looters running amok, and the neighboring country wanted them off their continent. What was he to do? He looked at his map of Sarkom and spotted a fertile island to the north. He would take all loyal supporters and send them there.

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Eugene No Spouse Tentones looked out into the crowd. He hoped that the plan would work, that the citizens would call for a Vote of the Decade imediatly. But as he looked out into the crowd, all faces jeered at him. Why? And then he looked out of the window of the Meetingroom, and saw the masses of mobs. They were the loyal supporters. The ones inside were supporters of the Senate, probobly bribed.

And he knew that the supporters could do nothing. By Cerantian law, you had to be present at the hearing in order to say your part. And, if the current Cerce was killed, and if there were no heirs, whoever was High Senator would be the next Cerce.

And the next Cerce could make the Vote of the Decade null, if he so chose, and if he had 2/3rds majority of the vote from the Senate. And, seing how quicly they had accused him and proved him guilty, that was a given.

So, the all was going to plan.

God, how he hated that plan...

The executioner read him his 'crimes' and asked him if he had any last words. Eugene said, "I die with Honor. I go to a greater Glory. But Power I leave to you, the People. Go now, and have Cerantia prosper."

Then the axe came down. The last thing he saw was Maria's tear-stroked face pressed against the glass of the Meetingroom.

[Tyeir]

"Shit..." Was the first word said by any Tyeiran because of all of this, followed by; "Really?"

"Yes Ma'am, classic "Off with their heads" bit, very public... And very much like early european countries' revolutions into early democracy." The Erstaz who had seen it all during his stint in moving Disaster Relief supplies shuddered, his heavy frame visibly shuddering. "I ordered my ground-crew along with me to finish our task as quickly as possible and return to the ship, We're not human, and despite our good intentions... These people don't seem to enjoy our presence much."

"I understand Jerome, it was a smart move I don't want your mean in the middle of a riot in the streets over the beheading of their leader, or in joy from the beheading of their leader. Either way, pass the word to the rest of the ships, have the Tyeiran forces on the ground pull back to the Zepps. I want all but two Zeppelins across the mountains away from any gunfire. Have Mark break open the gun-crates in the back, Have them ready... but don't openly display them. We are here as Friends, we are here to help, not as conquerors." With that said, Cpt. Joan Sartrez of the TZ-32 "Otterbane" quietly walked out onto the walkway of the Zeppelin, standing on the catwalk, the young Human female brushed hair from her face. Her father had always love that hair, she thought. She'd kept her hair long, in memory of her father.... He'd've loved hearing that she was on some valiant rescue mission t o a destroyed nation. But, as she stood there, all she could see was a nation quickly going to hell.

Hopefully, the Cerantians would say something soon.

[Cerberii]

Surveillance

> "Eagle-1*, this is HQ. What are we seeing here?"
>> Eagle-1 : Political Analysis ; "The Sovereign Territory of the Empire of Cerantia"
> "Sovereign Territory? Looks more like a ruin"
>> Eagle-1 : Time Count ; "First known surveillance of the Empire since 4 years, 164 days, 8 hours, 4 minutes and 3 seconds previous. Updating Nation classification"
> "4 years? And this happens? How did we not find out?"
>> Eagle-1 : Nation Database Reference ; "Empire of Cerantia is a Barren, Inhospitable nation with few natural resources save for large Tentonium Mines. This lack of resources has not effected the economy, which outproduces that of the Federation-"
> "Outproduced"
>> Eagle-1 : Continued Reference ; "noted. However, the mountainous territory over an unknown percent of the nation is famed for being coated with lead. This has lead to a lack of technological connection with the outside world. Communications technology's remain a minimal however they maintain an emergency hot line with the World Assembly"
> "So they are cut off from the outside world?"
>> Eagle-1 : Response ; "Correct"
> "Are you recording?"
>> Eagle-1 : Response ; "Correct"
> "Is the location of the Capital known?"
>> Eagle-1 : Response ; "Correct"
> "Make a pass over the Capital. Halt recording until you have it in sight. Confirm order"
>> Eagle-1 : Playback ; "Make a pass over the Capital. Halt recording until you have it in sight. Confirm order"
> "Good"

* = Eagle-1 is the newest version of a Cerberiin UAV design. With a 'Jennifer' AI system, the UAV is able to communicate with the Human Controllers when it detects urgent Intelligence as the unit sends up a 'Red Flag'. Utilizing numerous vast databases' the models are able to relay crucial information to the Human Monitor who will determine whether further surveillance is necessary. So far, the Units have proven to be very effective, cheap and unnoticed - a major design feature was the stealth capabilities to protect it from detection and SAM lock.

OOC : I am going to post an ORBAT later. This is just an introduction post.

[Cerantia]

(OOC: Wow, this RP has kinda kicked off... RL reasons have stood in the way of posts up till now, may be an hour or so untill I can post again, thanks for the patience.)

[StevePolis]

StevePolis will gladly help and rebuild your city, we will help you evacuate