Civil War in Columbia

[New United States of Columbia]

"In a few moments from now, my fleet, which is stationed off the Nationalist coast, will attack, deploying all 500,000 soldiers, as well as tanks and aircraft. They will storm the beach, and advance forwards, towards the enemy's main cities and strongholds. Meanwhile, our land-based army will begin to move towards enemy land as well, thus sandwiching the enemy between the two armies and the coast. Ideally, my fleet should have enough time to move around to the other side, and bombard their other coast, thus trapping them in the middle, or near the middle of their land. Then a few strategic missile strikes should wipe them out completely. Of course, most of the environment through which my armies pass will be wiped out as well, but that is the consequence of victory. In fact, I am going to put this plan into operation now." he said.
Immediately, a few officers rushed off, muttering orders over their radios.
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The ships stopped moving 1 kilometre away from land. For a few minutes nothing happened. Then, all of a sudden, all hell broke lose!
Hundreds upon hundreds of missiles were launched at the land, fired from the ships, submarines and aircraft. Then heavy assault helicopters moved in, atomising everything in their path - coastal resorts, villages, small towns, even, were destroyed completely.
Meanwhile, smaller ships began to move away from the great carriers, each transporting their cargo of soldiers and tanks to the shore. After what seemed to be a few minutes, but in reality was closer to half a hour, the assault stopped. Anything which was within two kilometres from the beach was in ruins. Civilians were being herded into transport trucks, in order to be sent off into makeshift prison camps.
And the HYDRA 3rd Expeditionary Front was advancing inland...

Nationalist troops barely had time to react.
Within minutes their makeshift defense (already tired out and demoralized from fighting the UFSNA) had fallen. That didn't mean some just threw down their weapons.
Some fled to try and return to their families but some fled to warn the Nationalists leaders or to form resistance cells that'd fight off the HYDRA forces and their Monarchist leader.

OOC: If I might ask why are you guys being cruel to the civilians or just my nation as a whole? An odd trend I've been noticing.

[Erquin]

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[Emirate of Akbarstan]

Pilot officer Ahmed al-Kaber looked from the cockpit of his Lockheed C-130 at the destruction and desolation of the USC east coast below him. Bloody capitalists, they will get what they deserve. A squad of bombers behind him swooped down, attacking the undefended city of Charleston. He and his squadron cruised to a halt above the city. Paratroopers dropped from the transports and onto the ground. Their guns were flashing, slaughtering many unsuspecting civilians. The soldiers and civilians who did manage to grab weapons were quickly cut down. Bombs kept crashing into the buildings of Charleston as utter chaos ensued. A paratrooper with a suicide vest jumped on top of an overturned truck. "DEATH TO CAPITALISM! DEATH TO THE USC! LONG LIVE THE EMIR!" He then detonated the vest, killing everyone around him, friend and foe alike. All capitalism will know this, thought al-Kaber. Just they wait.

[New Mushroom Kingdom]

Nationalist troops barely had time to react.
Within minutes their makeshift defense (already tired out and demoralized from fighting the UFSNA) had fallen. That didn't mean some just threw down their weapons.
Some fled to try and return to their families but some fled to warn the Nationalists leaders or to form resistance cells that'd fight off the HYDRA forces and their Monarchist leader.

OOC: If I might ask why are you guys being cruel to the civilians or just my nation as a whole? An odd trend I've been noticing.

(OOC: It does suck yes. I RP this nation as being a repressive aboslute monarchy...with standards. See: http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/M ... sStandards)

[HYDRA-Russian Empire]

OOC: If I might ask why are you guys being cruel to the civilians or just my nation as a whole? An odd trend I've been noticing.

(OOC: It does suck yes. I RP this nation as being a repressive aboslute monarchy...with standards. See: http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/M ... sStandards)

(OOC: that's the way our army works: take civilians hostage, dump them in prison camps, then release them when they are no threat
Anyway, good night!)

[United Fascist States of North America]

OOC: It's that time. About the firing or not firing thing, okay. I'll delete that part if you want.
Philadelphia
When Rogue Three finally made it to the city- after fighting dozens of aircraft and taking many rounds from hundreds of AA batteries- he bore witness to entire battalions of soldiers, tanks, armored support vehicles, all accompanied by dozens and dozens of fighters and attack helicopters. Antiaircraft guns and laser turrets opened fire on him, stinging his skin. Missiles whizzed past his head, exploding near him and shaking his frame. He shot downwards, landing with enough force to flatten two nearby homes and buckle the street, sending concrete flying. A telephone pole near him snapped in two and collapsed, bringing down several yards of electrical wire with it. A tank came out from behind an alley and fired a missile at him. He caught it in the palm of his hand, where it exploded, showering him in shrapnel and bathing him in flames hot enough to warp steel. He used his eyes to melt the treads without hesitation. The tank attempted to move, but its wheels ground together and searched for rubber that was not there. The gears became warped under the stress of moving without rubber, and the tank stopped dead in its tracks. He jumped forwards nearly five hundred feet and landed atop the tank with a literally crushing blow. He heard a brief cry from inside and the sound of snapping bones. He then heard the 'bang' of pre-oxidized propellant exploding and felt a a bullet- most likely from a sniper rifle, from the feel of it- crush against his temple. A good shot. That is, against anyone else. He rapidly scanned the nearby buildings to find a sniper crouched, facing away from the outside, under the lip of a window in a nearby warehouse. Hiding. How cute. He flew upwards at an angle, his fists cracking through the concrete wall like it was a wafer and doing the same to the man's frame. A nearby machine-gun fortification opened fire on him, but it was quickly destroyed. A fighter swooped in, firing, and launched its two missiles at his chest, knocking him thirty feet through the air before his balance was regained. He prematurely ignited the fuel in the engines with his eyes, spelling the end for the pilot. He then flew up in a sharp, angled arc and came down on a gas station with the force of a fast locomotive, crushing the gas tanks and simultaneously igniting them with his eyes, creating a billowing fireball. He drifted out of it with ease, unhurt, and several soldiers rushed him from all sides, yelling about their precious nation. He bored out each of their eyes like nothing. A bomber buzzed overhead, dropping its entire cargo just atop his head. He crouched and placed his arm above his head, but he could have taken the blast anyway. He again drifted away from the fireball to meet two more tanks and a humvee, all of which were quickly dismantled. As he turned around and gutted out an incoming attack helicopter, he heard a groan from the buckled frame of the humvee. A soldier, disconnected from both legs, coughed out a bit of crimson blood and asked him,
"Why are you so.. so evil?"
"Would you believe me if I said it is because of freedom?"
"No. You're a monster." He snorted, drifted over, and picked up the dying man by the nape of his neck as a squadron of fighters strafed the street he was on, rarely hitting him.
"Any last words?"
"Go to hell, you son of a b****." The man uttered. Rogue Three sighed and snapped his neck with his thumb and forefinger, like a child does to a stick. He dropped the bleeding corpse to find the squadron had returned to strafe the street again, this time accompanied by a squadron of bombers. He flew above the ruined street and knocked each plane out of the sky with his eyes, before going on to fight dozens of tanks, hundreds of soldiers, and dozens of planes, armored support vehicles, helicopters, AA Batteries, and laser turrets. By the time he had finished, the suburbs and much of downtown lay in ruins. He finished up the job by flying at mach three through a skyscraper in downtown Philly, making it collapse under the stress and caking entire city blocks with dust. He proceeded to set a fire in the broken sewage lines and burn down more than twenty city blocks with his eyes. The city was gone now, but he had come for the historical sites. He scanned the city at an alarming speed, checking entire city blocks for several documents and paintings in just seconds. He then found the goods he needed and slowly drifted towards their location.
'Bingo' He thought to himself.

OOC: Where are the things you mentioned and how large of a guard force should I expect? Or are they out of the city already, in which case I'll leave and search later?

[New United States of Columbia]

OOC: It's that time. About the firing or not firing thing, okay. I'll delete that part if you want.
Philadelphia
When Rogue Three finally made it to the city- after fighting dozens of aircraft and taking many rounds from hundreds of AA batteries- he bore witness to entire battalions of soldiers, tanks, armored support vehicles, all accompanied by dozens and dozens of fighters and attack helicopters. Antiaircraft guns and laser turrets opened fire on him, stinging his skin. Missiles whizzed past his head, exploding near him and shaking his frame. He shot downwards, landing with enough force to flatten two nearby homes and buckle the street, sending concrete flying. A telephone pole near him snapped in two and collapsed, bringing down several yards of electrical wire with it. A tank came out from behind an alley and fired a missile at him. He caught it in the palm of his hand, where it exploded, showering him in shrapnel and bathing him in flames hot enough to warp steel. He used his eyes to melt the treads without hesitation. The tank attempted to move, but its wheels ground together and searched for rubber that was not there. The gears became warped under the stress of moving without rubber, and the tank stopped dead in its tracks. He jumped forwards nearly five hundred feet and landed atop the tank with a literally crushing blow. He heard a brief cry from inside and the sound of snapping bones. He then heard the 'bang' of pre-oxidized propellant exploding and felt a a bullet- most likely from a sniper rifle, from the feel of it- crush against his temple. A good shot. That is, against anyone else. He rapidly scanned the nearby buildings to find a sniper crouched, facing away from the outside, under the lip of a window in a nearby warehouse. Hiding. How cute. He flew upwards at an angle, his fists cracking through the concrete wall like it was a wafer and doing the same to the man's frame. A nearby machine-gun fortification opened fire on him, but it was quickly destroyed. A fighter swooped in, firing, and launched its two missiles at his chest, knocking him thirty feet through the air before his balance was regained. He prematurely ignited the fuel in the engines with his eyes, spelling the end for the pilot. He then flew up in a sharp, angled arc and came down on a gas station with the force of a fast locomotive, crushing the gas tanks and simultaneously igniting them with his eyes, creating a billowing fireball. He drifted out of it with ease, unhurt, and several soldiers rushed him from all sides, yelling about their precious nation. He bored out each of their eyes like nothing. A bomber buzzed overhead, dropping its entire cargo just atop his head. He crouched and placed his arm above his head, but he could have taken the blast anyway. He again drifted away from the fireball to meet two more tanks and a humvee, all of which were quickly dismantled. As he turned around and gutted out an incoming attack helicopter, he heard a groan from the buckled frame of the humvee. A soldier, disconnected from both legs, coughed out a bit of crimson blood and asked him,
"Why are you so.. so evil?"
"Would you believe me if I said it is because of freedom?"
"No. You're a monster." He snorted, drifted over, and picked up the dying man by the nape of his neck as a squadron of fighters strafed the street he was on, rarely hitting him.
"Any last words?"
"Go to hell, you son of a b****." The man uttered. Rogue Three sighed and snapped his neck with his thumb and forefinger, like a child does to a stick. He dropped the bleeding corpse to find the squadron had returned to strafe the street again, this time accompanied by a squadron of bombers. He flew above the ruined street and knocked each plane out of the sky with his eyes, before going on to fight dozens of tanks, hundreds of soldiers, and dozens of planes, armored support vehicles, helicopters, AA Batteries, and laser turrets. By the time he had finished, the suburbs and much of downtown lay in ruins. He finished up the job by flying at mach three through a skyscraper in downtown Philly, making it collapse under the stress and caking entire city blocks with dust. He proceeded to set a fire in the broken sewage lines and burn down more than twenty city blocks with his eyes. The city was gone now, but he had come for the historical sites. He scanned the city at an alarming speed, checking entire city blocks for several documents and paintings in just seconds. He then found the goods he needed and slowly drifted towards their location.
'Bingo' He thought to himself.

OOC: Where are the things you mentioned and how large of a guard force should I expect? Or are they out of the city already, in which case I'll leave and search later?

They left five hours and are headed toward Canada and have been attempting to radio the Monarchists to assist them. Since these are VERY important bits of Culture and History expect the single largest guard force ever. Every prototype weapon, every single spec ops veteran, every single brave patriot is willing to lay down their lives to make sure the documents reach the safe point.
Also how the hell do you kill a sentinel (Like R13 and Rogue Three)!?

[United Fascist States of North America]

OOC: It's that time. About the firing or not firing thing, okay. I'll delete that part if you want.
Philadelphia
When Rogue Three finally made it to the city- after fighting dozens of aircraft and taking many rounds from hundreds of AA batteries- he bore witness to entire battalions of soldiers, tanks, armored support vehicles, all accompanied by dozens and dozens of fighters and attack helicopters. Antiaircraft guns and laser turrets opened fire on him, stinging his skin. Missiles whizzed past his head, exploding near him and shaking his frame. He shot downwards, landing with enough force to flatten two nearby homes and buckle the street, sending concrete flying. A telephone pole near him snapped in two and collapsed, bringing down several yards of electrical wire with it. A tank came out from behind an alley and fired a missile at him. He caught it in the palm of his hand, where it exploded, showering him in shrapnel and bathing him in flames hot enough to warp steel. He used his eyes to melt the treads without hesitation. The tank attempted to move, but its wheels ground together and searched for rubber that was not there. The gears became warped under the stress of moving without rubber, and the tank stopped dead in its tracks. He jumped forwards nearly five hundred feet and landed atop the tank with a literally crushing blow. He heard a brief cry from inside and the sound of snapping bones. He then heard the 'bang' of pre-oxidized propellant exploding and felt a a bullet- most likely from a sniper rifle, from the feel of it- crush against his temple. A good shot. That is, against anyone else. He rapidly scanned the nearby buildings to find a sniper crouched, facing away from the outside, under the lip of a window in a nearby warehouse. Hiding. How cute. He flew upwards at an angle, his fists cracking through the concrete wall like it was a wafer and doing the same to the man's frame. A nearby machine-gun fortification opened fire on him, but it was quickly destroyed. A fighter swooped in, firing, and launched its two missiles at his chest, knocking him thirty feet through the air before his balance was regained. He prematurely ignited the fuel in the engines with his eyes, spelling the end for the pilot. He then flew up in a sharp, angled arc and came down on a gas station with the force of a fast locomotive, crushing the gas tanks and simultaneously igniting them with his eyes, creating a billowing fireball. He drifted out of it with ease, unhurt, and several soldiers rushed him from all sides, yelling about their precious nation. He bored out each of their eyes like nothing. A bomber buzzed overhead, dropping its entire cargo just atop his head. He crouched and placed his arm above his head, but he could have taken the blast anyway. He again drifted away from the fireball to meet two more tanks and a humvee, all of which were quickly dismantled. As he turned around and gutted out an incoming attack helicopter, he heard a groan from the buckled frame of the humvee. A soldier, disconnected from both legs, coughed out a bit of crimson blood and asked him,
"Why are you so.. so evil?"
"Would you believe me if I said it is because of freedom?"
"No. You're a monster." He snorted, drifted over, and picked up the dying man by the nape of his neck as a squadron of fighters strafed the street he was on, rarely hitting him.
"Any last words?"
"Go to hell, you son of a b****." The man uttered. Rogue Three sighed and snapped his neck with his thumb and forefinger, like a child does to a stick. He dropped the bleeding corpse to find the squadron had returned to strafe the street again, this time accompanied by a squadron of bombers. He flew above the ruined street and knocked each plane out of the sky with his eyes, before going on to fight dozens of tanks, hundreds of soldiers, and dozens of planes, armored support vehicles, helicopters, AA Batteries, and laser turrets. By the time he had finished, the suburbs and much of downtown lay in ruins. He finished up the job by flying at mach three through a skyscraper in downtown Philly, making it collapse under the stress and caking entire city blocks with dust. He proceeded to set a fire in the broken sewage lines and burn down more than twenty city blocks with his eyes. The city was gone now, but he had come for the historical sites. He scanned the city at an alarming speed, checking entire city blocks for several documents and paintings in just seconds. He then found the goods he needed and slowly drifted towards their location.
'Bingo' He thought to himself.

OOC: Where are the things you mentioned and how large of a guard force should I expect? Or are they out of the city already, in which case I'll leave and search later?

They left five hours and are headed toward Canada and have been attempting to radio the Monarchists to assist them. Since these are VERY important bits of Culture and History expect the single largest guard force ever. Every prototype weapon, every single spec ops veteran, every single brave patriot is willing to lay down their lives to make sure the documents reach the safe point.
Also how the hell do you kill a sentinel (Like R13 and Rogue Three)!?

R13 is the weaker of the two... an EMP followed up with an antiship missile or two to the chest should take him out. Most biological sentinels (whether humans or other animals) are easier to kill. the humans are basically just like Captain America, a few direct shots to vital organs will take them out after about twenty minutes of bleeding out and internal bleeding. The non-human ones are just grotesque, mutated monsters- one might be a horse-sized gross between a bat and an iguana with a long spitting cobra for a tail. These can be taken out by a few shotgun rounds, unless they have armor like mutated turtles and some mutated lizards would, in which case an antitank round will knock 'em out. This is good, except there are hundreds of these guys running around, and the human ones have superb fighting skills and are thus hard to hit.

Rogue Three- As you'd expect- is nearly impossible to kill. He threw a f****** island, dammit! But he is killable. Kind of. If you could make your own version of a sentinel on a similar power level, he could eventually be beaten to death, just like any normal human. But the thing is, there's a chance your guy could be beaten to death as well, especially given my guy's experience with his powers. Using the same principle, he can be killed with massive amounts of force- a single nuke will weaken him drastically, leaving him open to death by more force- that is, another nuke or two. But since he'll b tailing your precious artifacts, that probably won't be seen as an option. Well, you'd better get to it- make a sentinel of your own or distract him long enough to nuke him from a safe distance.

[New Mushroom Kingdom]

They left five hours and are headed toward Canada and have been attempting to radio the Monarchists to assist them. Since these are VERY important bits of Culture and History expect the single largest guard force ever. Every prototype weapon, every single spec ops veteran, every single brave patriot is willing to lay down their lives to make sure the documents reach the safe point.
Also how the hell do you kill a sentinel (Like R13 and Rogue Three)!?

R13 is the weaker of the two... an EMP followed up with an antiship missile or two to the chest should take him out. Most biological sentinels (whether humans or other animals) are easier to kill. the humans are basically just like Captain America, a few direct shots to vital organs will take them out after about twenty minutes of bleeding out and internal bleeding. The non-human ones are just grotesque, mutated monsters- one might be a horse-sized gross between a bat and an iguana with a long spitting cobra for a tail. These can be taken out by a few shotgun rounds, unless they have armor like mutated turtles and some mutated lizards would, in which case an antitank round will knock 'em out. This is good, except there are hundreds of these guys running around, and the human ones have superb fighting skills and are thus hard to hit.

Rogue Three- As you'd expect- is nearly impossible to kill. He threw a f****** island, dammit! But he is killable. Kind of. If you could make your own version of a sentinel on a similar power level, he could eventually be beaten to death, just like any normal human. But the thing is, there's a chance your guy could be beaten to death as well, especially given my guy's experience with his powers. Using the same principle, he can be killed with massive amounts of force- a single nuke will weaken him drastically, leaving him open to death by more force- that is, another nuke or two. But since he'll b tailing your precious artifacts, that probably won't be seen as an option. Well, you'd better get to it- make a sentinel of your own or distract him long enough to nuke him from a safe distance.

I personally think that's a bit OP.

[Emirate of Akbarstan]

R13 is the weaker of the two... an EMP followed up with an antiship missile or two to the chest should take him out. Most biological sentinels (whether humans or other animals) are easier to kill. the humans are basically just like Captain America, a few direct shots to vital organs will take them out after about twenty minutes of bleeding out and internal bleeding. The non-human ones are just grotesque, mutated monsters- one might be a horse-sized gross between a bat and an iguana with a long spitting cobra for a tail. These can be taken out by a few shotgun rounds, unless they have armor like mutated turtles and some mutated lizards would, in which case an antitank round will knock 'em out. This is good, except there are hundreds of these guys running around, and the human ones have superb fighting skills and are thus hard to hit.

Rogue Three- As you'd expect- is nearly impossible to kill. He threw a f****** island, dammit! But he is killable. Kind of. If you could make your own version of a sentinel on a similar power level, he could eventually be beaten to death, just like any normal human. But the thing is, there's a chance your guy could be beaten to death as well, especially given my guy's experience with his powers. Using the same principle, he can be killed with massive amounts of force- a single nuke will weaken him drastically, leaving him open to death by more force- that is, another nuke or two. But since he'll b tailing your precious artifacts, that probably won't be seen as an option. Well, you'd better get to it- make a sentinel of your own or distract him long enough to nuke him from a safe distance.

I personally think that's a bit OP.

Seconded. I think that you are godmodding a bit.

[New United States of Columbia]

I personally think that's a bit OP.

Seconded. I think that you are godmodding a bit.

Agreed. Might want to pull Rogue Three out. Keep the others if you wish. But make the bots a bit easier to kill. Say they can take a tank shell or two but that's about it.

[The Grand Duchy Of Nova Capile]

Monarchist HQ, Eastern Canada:
The Duke and Prince Klaus knocked on the King's door, and promptly walked in after it was answered. "King, we have launched our plan. The 1st Expeditionary Korps is on it's way to the East Coast of Mexico. Here is a map we procured." Klaus paused to allow two assistants to wheel in a large map of Mexico. He continued:"We plan to land at Tampico, and then march on Leon, Guadalajara, and finally Puerto Vallarta. Then, our 1st Paratroop Attack Force will be transported to Tampico, before being dropped on Mexico City and hopefully taking it. As the Nationalist forces will be split in half, they will hopefully not be able to relieve the capitol. After it is taken, our forces can link up and march North, crushing the Nationalists between those forces and the ones crossing the Heartland. Meanwhile the Paras will be dropped on the Baja peninsula, and eliminate any resistance there. While we plan this to be a Sideshow Operation compared to the invasion of the East, it will be vital to get my troops experience and to secure the South. I plan to lead this Operation personally. Why merely await your approval, King Foley. So what do you think?" Klaus paused for breath and looked hesitantly at the King.

Junta Naval Base, the Capilean Congo:
Meanwhile the 66,000 troops of the 1st Expeditionary and 1st Paratrooper Force prepared to board their transports. As the final preparations were made, many went to local chapels and began to pray; not only for their lives but for the lives of everyone in Columbia. They had heard tales of men, tanks, and entire cities ripped apart by genetically engineered giants. Now they could only hope and pray for their survival.

[New United States of Columbia]

Monarchist HQ, Eastern Canada:
The Duke and Prince Klaus knocked on the King's door, and promptly walked in after it was answered. "King, we have launched our plan. The 1st Expeditionary Korps is on it's way to the East Coast of Mexico. Here is a map we procured." Klaus paused to allow two assistants to wheel in a large map of Mexico. He continued:"We plan to land at Tampico, and then march on Leon, Guadalajara, and finally Puerto Vallarta. Then, our 1st Paratroop Attack Force will be transported to Tampico, before being dropped on Mexico City and hopefully taking it. As the Nationalist forces will be split in half, they will hopefully not be able to relieve the capitol. After it is taken, our forces can link up and march North, crushing the Nationalists between those forces and the ones crossing the Heartland. Meanwhile the Paras will be dropped on the Baja peninsula, and eliminate any resistance there. While we plan this to be a Sideshow Operation compared to the invasion of the East, it will be vital to get my troops experience and to secure the South. I plan to lead this Operation personally. Why merely await your approval, King Foley. So what do you think?" Klaus paused for breath and looked hesitantly at the King.

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Junta Naval Base, the Capilean Congo:
Meanwhile the 66,000 troops of the 1st Expeditionary and 1st Paratrooper Force prepared to board their transports. As the final preparations were made, many went to local chapels and began to pray; not only for their lives but for the lives of everyone in Columbia. They had heard tales of men, tanks, and entire cities ripped apart by genetically engineered giants. Now they could only hope and pray for their survival.

(Image)

Acapulco, Mexico
November 10th, 2015

"Captain!"
The Captain looked away from the pitiful sight in front of him. The Monarchist troops had begun to run low on supplies and had been praying for God's help for weeks straight. Supplies that were even the most basic such as batteries were being "rationed" and given only in dire times.
"What is it?" The Captain sighed as he proceeded to walk into the nearby Cathedral turned field armory/supply building.
"The Capileans are providing assistance! Supposedly they'll be landing here within a week! We'll be getting supplies and a great amount of relief."
(Sorry if it's crappy and rushed.)

[The Grand Duchy Of Nova Capile]

West Coast of Africa:
The entire Capilean fleet(pretty much) was assembled to escort the 1st Expeditionary. With them was famous tank commander Maj. Walter Nemetz, who was commanding the 400 medium Timber Wolf Mk.IV tanks in the 1st Expeditionary. A master of turning movements and outflanking, his tank legions were to be employed to great effect against dug in Nationalist troops in Central Mexico, to divert attention from the capitol. As the tens of thousands of troops boarded the transports, their commanders were informed about an alarming new order.
"What! We can't accommodate 10,000 more troops, much less over 400 more armored vehicles!" the general shouted to the dumbfounded messenger, now shrinking into the wall against the 6ft General's bellows. "Well sir, it's a direct order from the high command. We're to take the 1st Marine Division with us too.""I don't care what the high command said," the general said, knowing his remark would likely get him demoted. "The marines will have to wait. Let them come with the Atlantic invasion force; there is no more room on these transports." Another aide barged in, stiffening and saluting the general. "Herr General, we are about to embark.""Excellent. Good luck to you, Col." The general sat back down and began filling out paperwork, and the two aides left. An hour later, the fleet was heading out to sea, and the soldiers waved their hats to the citizens watching from the docks. Soon the ships faded into the fog, and they were gone.
Meanwhile, Klaus departed on his father's jet to land at the monarchist HQ in Mexico. SInce there were no official airfields in the area, Klaus would have to land in a field or somewhere. He prepared his plans, getting ready to lead his troops to victory.

[Erquin]

1: Remove these gene monster things altogether. Ruins a thread that could be even greater.

2: Don't quote IC posts when posting your IC posts. Makes it look better and cleaner.

[Redsection]

Message from the office of Angel Pascual, Leader of Redsection
To: all forces.


Greetings, I am Angel Pascual of Redsection,It is my job to expand and claim exotic lands for the motherland.So in this i will spear head an invasion force to defeat all millitary factions and allies,including the rebels so that the flag of redsection may wave over your soil.

[New United States of Columbia]

West Coast of Africa:
The entire Capilean fleet(pretty much) was assembled to escort the 1st Expeditionary. With them was famous tank commander Maj. Walter Nemetz, who was commanding the 400 medium Timber Wolf Mk.IV tanks in the 1st Expeditionary. A master of turning movements and outflanking, his tank legions were to be employed to great effect against dug in Nationalist troops in Central Mexico, to divert attention from the capitol. As the tens of thousands of troops boarded the transports, their commanders were informed about an alarming new order.
"What! We can't accommodate 10,000 more troops, much less over 400 more armored vehicles!" the general shouted to the dumbfounded messenger, now shrinking into the wall against the 6ft General's bellows. "Well sir, it's a direct order from the high command. We're to take the 1st Marine Division with us too.""I don't care what the high command said," the general said, knowing his remark would likely get him demoted. "The marines will have to wait. Let them come with the Atlantic invasion force; there is no more room on these transports." Another aide barged in, stiffening and saluting the general. "Herr General, we are about to embark.""Excellent. Good luck to you, Col." The general sat back down and began filling out paperwork, and the two aides left. An hour later, the fleet was heading out to sea, and the soldiers waved their hats to the citizens watching from the docks. Soon the ships faded into the fog, and they were gone.
Meanwhile, Klaus departed on his father's jet to land at the monarchist HQ in Mexico. SInce there were no official airfields in the area, Klaus would have to land in a field or somewhere. He prepared his plans, getting ready to lead his troops to victory.

The President looked worriedly at the latest intel report from Mexico. Apparently the allies of the Monarchists were finally making their move. He knew there was no way they could sustain such a battle. Sure there were armor divisions but their tanks were nothing compared to the tanks these troops were bringing. Advanced computers and targeting systems vs WW2 era sights and designs. The only benefit his troops had was energy weapons and power armor. When he'd arrive at the safehouse from the advancing hordes of robotic sentinels he'd give a general order for all Nationalist forces to pull back to the Heartland and help restore order after the farmland was poisoned from the nuking of Chicago.

King Foley couldn't be more pleased.
He was looking at an advanced HYDRA infantry battlesuit. Such magnificent technology! If only there was more of it. He made a mental note to himself that when he ascended the throne to pay any and all debts to his allies and to make sure to take what technology they had and reverse engineer it.
As he was busy daydreaming his idea Columbia his loyal Admiral, Admiral O'Reilly, was busy tapping him on the shoulder.
"Yes, Admiral?"
"Your Majesty, the plan is working perfectly! The antichrists are being driven from the ruins of the East Coast and the liberation of the Mexican territories is proceding as planned if a bit delayed since the Capileans are helping our troops get reorganized and up to fighting strength."
If the King wasn't grinning ear to ear he was now.

[The Grand Duchy Of Nova Capile]

Eastern Coast of Mexico, near Tampico; 3:00 AM
The Capilean fleet approached the coast of Mexico, only three miles north of Tampico. Several cargo planes carrying ammo, food, and other supplies as well as military advisors had taken off from the aircraft carriers yesterday and landed near the Monarchist forces. Already they were organizing the Monarchist forces. Now, as the shore grew in sight, Admiral Slackner gave the order: "All transports, deploy landing craft!" Several dozen landing crafts, each carrying 60 soldiers, were launched. Expecting to come under immediate fire, the troops ducked and prayed for the last time before the battle. But no fire came. "What the hell?" The commanders on the crafts looked very confused. So were the fleet commanders, onboard the aircraft carrier Elephant. "Why aren't they firing at us? We were told there was a major defense line near Tampico." A junior officer looked up from his controls. "Sir, there is a message for you from Col. Halter. He says it is very important." Halter was the most senior advisor sent to the Monarchists. "Put me on with him then!" Yes sir!" the officer handed over the radio. "This Col. Halter, sir. We have urgent news. The Nationalists are retreating up to the Heartland!" the Admiral looked around in disbelief. "Well then… That is a surprise. Thank you Colonel.""Yes sir. Signing off." The radio was silenced and Slackner stared at it, still dumbfounded. "Well by God, we won't fight a campaign after all! And here I was thinking we would have a war of attrition on our hands! This is excellent! Land our troops immediately. Tell them to secure Tampico and the area before setting up camp. I'll leave the rest to our ground commanders." The bridge crew scrambled to relay his orders and soon hundreds of Capilean troops were landing on the beach and advancing inland.

[Redsection]

After the order by dictator angel pascual several naval fleets and cargo planes brgan to embark across the pacific,the plan was to have a three pronged attack on the state of florida and advance from there. Cuba would be used to establish a forward base,making it a primary target,from there redsection forces would mass. Whoever held cuba held power.

[The Grand Duchy Of Nova Capile]

OOC:I may post later tonight but it will be on mobile, so expect low quality
IC:
Saxtonberg, Nova Capile:
Minister of Justice Kurt Oppenheimer, acting as the de facto leader in both the Duke and the Prince's absence, announced today that total mobilization of the military was complete. He declared war on Nationalist Columbia, and, with the Duke's permission, announced that soon the 2nd, 3rd and 4th Army Korps, 1st and 2nd Afrika Korps, 1st Mountain Korps, 1st Kalvarie Korps, and 1st Reserve Korps, and 2nd Expeditionary Korps, a total of some 450,000 troops and anywhere from four to three thousand AFVs and APCs, would soon be used in a massive Operation somewhere in North America. As the nation prepared the massive task of transporting the troops and supplies across the Mediterranean and Atlantic Seas, the troops in Mexico received a new objective.
Capilean HQ, Tampico, Mexico
"Alright Corps commanders. here is your briefing." Klaus was reviewing his commanders before the mop up operation in Mexico. "The first two divisions are to march out and seize Leon, Zacatecas, and Puerto Vallarta. Stabilize the front against any Nationalist counterattacks and mop up any stragglers you find. The rest of the forces, including the paras, will march south, take Mexico City, and link up with the Monarchists in the South. If we do this fast enough we should be able to trap a good many enemy forces attempting to march north from the front with the Monarchists. From there we reorganize, establish an HQ in Mexico City, and build an airbase at Alamos for the paras. Any questions? Good. Now get your troops moving, theres no time to spare!"

[Redsection]

As the forces of redsection landed in cuba they made a deal with the infamous dictator of cuba,redsection would fund and back the goverment and help it become a medium sized power in return for allowing redsection to form forward bases and estanlish a link with the americas.Within hours of the deal redsection forces landed in cuba and began to set up base,cargo planes with troops and supplies came in an continous stream as did naval ships.

[The Commonwealth of the South Pacific]

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[Belivonia]

Republika Hrvatska Condemns Nationalists

Republika Hrvatska no-longer has intentions in the U.S.C, instead, Hrvatska is encouraging nations to sanction the Nationalist's and Monarchist's for their treatment of citizens.

[Emirate of Akbarstan]

Ahmed al-Kaber and his squadron zoomed above the burning ruins of Charleston. In the distance he could vaguely see the outlines of more cities. They will all be incinerated thought al-Kaber, grinning maliciously. As he flew above them, bombers dove down to drop their deadly packages on the dirty capitalist scum. al-Kaber dropped in close to get a better view of the massacre. The swine can't resist! As his squadron passed on through the destruction, they reached what a senior officer said was the capital of the USC state they were ravaging. It didn't matter to him. As long as capitalists were dying, it was for the glory of God and the Emir.
Meanwhile...
Vizier Wajdi Khalid stepped out of his personal jet onto the runway in Halifax. He had an important meeting with King Foley of the Monarchist faction. Khalid was the senior most foreign advisor to the Emir.
"Greetings, Vizier Khalid!" a Monarchist diplomat called. "You and the King have much to discuss!"

[New Mushroom Kingdom]

The NMK had designated a fleet that would provide armed support to the Monarchists and it was currently sailing through the seas. After a long journey, it approacched the waters surrounding Columbia. They were prepared to defend monarchism and capitalism, while fighting communism and all forms of republicanism.

The commander of the fleet's flagship sent a message out to any known monarchist forces in the region:
'Greetings. I am Commander Louis commanding a NMK fleet of ships ready to attack your enemies. Just tell use where they are and we will go to deal with them. Unlike other nations, we try to treat civilians fairly if at all possible.'
The commander also sent a general message
'Can we all try to be nice, and fair. No need to utterly blast each other off the face of the planet. Long live Capitalism and Monarchism.'