Stuffed Taxidermists Cannibal War (MT) (Closed)

[Stuffed Taxidermists]

Meanwhile, in the Anti Cannibal Port of Devasia, two men slipped though the streets silently. They planned to stowaway on a Catamaran leaving the country. But they were being tagged. A Kilometre away a Sniper loaded his CheyTac Intervention and lay in wait for them. In a few minutes they came into sight. He lined them up in his scope. BAM! BAM!. They both fell to the ground. He ran over to them. One appeared to be a bodyguard, and had a gaping hole in his head. The other was wearing a cloak. The Sniper pulled back the cloak. But it was not who he expected to be. It was not Denzel Aiasen. The man was still alive. 'You foolish Non Cannibals' he said, choking on his own blood. The man died laughing.

[Valedia]

Please please please give me some substance here. Send in reinforcements for my soldiers. Otherwise, I'm pulling out to save man-power and divert it to other places.. I was enjoying this.

[Stuffed Taxidermists]

OOC: In my next write up my soldiers will arive to you and help you. Sorry for the wait.

[Stuffed Taxidermists]

The troop transports rushed through the City at top speed. The emn inside could hear the sounds of death and explosions outside. They were on their way to renforce Valedian troops in the South Part of the City. A Voice crackled over the intercom 'Okay boys, we are here. Get out and find those Valedian troops.'. The men left the Transports and were greeted with Gunfire and bodies everywhere. The men split off into groups. A group of three took off to the left, inside an old building. They Enteered and they were greeted by the sight of a Cannibal on top of a Valedian soldier, about to eat him. A shot from their M-16's saved the Valedian. They helped him up and used their first aid kit on his wounds. 'This is Delta 6B, in Sector HH3. One of the men radioed for a medic 'Requesting medic, building to the left with three missing windows on the third floor. We are near the entrance.' Then they left the Soldier and went outside to continue the fight.

Zolt Retuka was angry when he heard Denzel Aiasen had not been shot. How could he have fallen to such a simple plot?
To: All Anti Cannibal Supporters
From: STIF (Stuffed Taxidermists Intelligence Force)
Recently, we conducted an Operation on the whereabouts of Cannibal leader Denzel Aiasen. We though we had him cornered and two men were shot and killed, suspected to be him and his main bodyguard. It was not him. He seems to have tricked us. We would ask that any Intelligence officers that you have with your forces please help us find him if they could. The war would be over sooner if he was found and killed.

[Valedia]

"General Flintt?" The Clerk entered the noxious-smelling tent of the General, who was smoking one of his infamous Derpedian cigars. It smelled like a mix between rotten cockroach and Whiskeyhawk droppings. He was also in an especially-foul mood, after having losing a tenth of his troops in the first push in Operation Red Meat.
"What could you possibly have to say to me, Phinney." It came out of his mouth without a single tone or inclination, save for him hanging on 'Possibly.' "I am extremely busy."
"Sir, I've just been informed that our Taxidermist reinforcements arrived at the front line." Aaron watched as the General's mind clicked into over-drive mode, and his anger double.
"Why wasn't I informed sooner!? God damnit, get the Haruspex fighers in the air, now, God damnit!" His screaming was probably heard back in Valedia, but he was secretly happy. He knew he'd be returning a hero.

***
Jericho was feeling a bit rigid. He hadn't slept well, and was just informed that he was going into a hot zone. Still, he was better off than the ground forces; at least the Cannibals couldn't get to him here. Being eaten alive had always been a fear of his. He could see Sector Epsilon coming into view, and commed the base. "This is Alpha-Six Wendigo to Air Control, we are nearing Operation Red Meat. I'm estimating, uhh...three minutes until arrival. Do we have clearance to fire on enemy targets?"

"Clearance approved, we are now informing ground forces of your arrival. Give 'em hell, and the beer's on us when you get back, Wendigo." It was a running joke for the Valedian army; all drinks were free on-base. The sentiment was appreciated though, as Jericho dropped his HAD S40 ASP fighter to a more suitable altitude. The jet was slim enough to navigate the streets, which is the only reason they were called in.

In the distance, he could see the savage fighting. Thankfully, he could pick out the Valedian warriors due to their national colours being on their backs. Red, Black, White. The colours of power, according to the ancient Valedian seers. I guess they were right, he thought to himself, because we haven't been stopped yet.

He was closing quickly. He armed his main guns, ready to pick off the Cannibals with arms fire. Explosives could be saved for later. He swooped in low, and let loose with the 27mm rain of metal death on the people-eating bastards down below. He watched them fall, like they were flies and he was the flyswatter of God himself. Maybe I'm getting a little bit too full of myself.

He swiveled the jet to aim at a part-way demolished apartment building with a couple of Cannibal snipers and let loose with one of the four high-explosive Air-to-surface missiles. They were obliterated. He looked up, to see several more Valedian fighters coming in to attack formation. It looks like the city would be theirs in no time.

Your turn. You finalize this. Take the city, you've got my help.

[Eastern Arcadia]

Two white and red vans, bearing the red cross of the Transnational Relief League, led by a similarly painted Jeep, patrolled the countryside, or whatever the barren war torn, deserted equivilant was in this nation, for quieted areas of conflict, looking for wounded combatants, regardless of their allegiance, stranded out in the open.

Meanwhile, on the outskirts of the vicious fighting in the City, were cannibals and anti-cannibals dished it out to each other, a Transnational Relief League camp had been set up, with stretcher bearing motorbikes standing at the ready to rush the most heavily injured of combatants to the hospital ship Good Hope still docked at the coast; stretcher bearing TRL activists made their way into the city, taking directions from their own HQ, to circumvent the heaviest fighting to rescue any injured.

[Stuffed Taxidermists]

Somewhere above the country, A Jet flanked by two fighters flew silently. It carried the Cannibal leader, Denzel Aiasen. He was sitting back in his seat, relaxing, rmembering how good his lnuchtime meal tasted. The pilots voice came over the intercom. 'We have officially left Stuffed Taxidermists Airspace. We are going to land and refuel in twenty minutes at Funtako Airbase in A Guy Called Death.' he said. The statement was met with smiles and pats on the back from everyone in the cabin. They were all glad that they had got out. Even if the War was now a lost cause.

By the hour the Anti Cannibals gained more land, but by the hour the Anti Cannibals lost men. It was a thin line. But, they now controlled four fifths of the City and were not about to just give up. Causualties were high and the men were tired, so the Anti Cannibals pumped up the Air Attacks. They made their Assault Helicopters go in low and Machine Gun anyonthing that moved. Then the Air Support Planes came in and finished the area off. And then finally the exhausted men moved in. This cycle would continue until they captured the City, or were somehow defeated.

6 hours later
The last few Cannibal squadrons were fighting for their lives against the Anti Cannibal Forces. There was no point, but they were not going to just stand there and be killed. The highest ranking Cannibal Officer still alive sat in a boarded up old building, watching the enemy troops advance, hearing the planes roar 'What is this?' he thought 'What was this? What idiot said that we would actually successfully invade them!' he slammed his fist on the table. His Intercom crackled to life. 'It has been confirmed that Denzel Aiasen has fled the country' said the voice. The Cannibal Officer heard guns and firing in the background of the transmission. Then there was a scream. Transmission over. He sighed and slumped onto the table. He heard the door being bashed down. It was over.

OOC: Well, i guess thats it for the RP. The Cannibals still have a few people in the West of the country, but we can deal with that. Denzel Aiasen has escaped to his own new country, Cannibal Thaplace, and we will wage war on them forevermore. Thanks for particaptaing in this RP. Feel free to add your own Conclusion about your forces leaving the country etc. Also, if you can, rate this Rp out of 5. Thanks.

[Valedia]

The whuppawhuppawhuppa of the chopper blades was nearly deafening where Killian had sat down, but he didn't mind. He couldn't hear the pointless chatter of the regular infantry this way. He wondered what it would be like, to be normal. He wondered a lot of things, after having seen the horrors that people will inflict on eachother, both here and back home. But where is home, really? he thought to himself. Back at the base? That's less of a home, and more of a penetentiary. If his superiors knew he thought this, he'd be executed because he was "inefficient."

He watched the ocean slide by beneath them. Wondered what would happen if he just fell out. Would they stop for him? Considering that he doesn't officially exist, he doubted it. Of course, they had spent millions of dollars turning him into a killing machine. His hand reached down to his safety belt, fastened tightly across his chest. He clicked it, and slid off his seat, into the cool, refreshing air. He turned around, watching the helicoptor flee towards the Dominion.

Just before his sudden impact on the water, Killian assumed the diving position. As he entered the cool, salty water, he twisted his body so that his momentum carried him towards the country of A Guy Called Death. It was a long swim. If he was anything but a Sabre, he would have perished long before his corpse could have found a current to bring him towards shore. But, he made it all the same.

****

"Mr. Denzel? Someone to see you. He says it's of the utmost importance." Denzel's personal aide hated interupting Mr. Aiasen's meal times, but the stranger was very insistant. Besides, he had surrendered all of his weapons to the body guards, and they would be joining him in the room as well.

"Send him in, then." Denzel finished his chipped beef sandwich with a final bite just as the stranger, dressed in black combat armor and a worn-looking IWSP helmet with a crack in the eye lenses clutched by his side. "Can I help you?"

"Killian Darkwater, Ex-Night Sabre of the Valedian Dominion Defense Taskforce. Serial Number 117256. Here to report for duty."

[Eastern Arcadia]

The Transnational Relief League assisted hundreds of Cannibals and Anti-Cannibals affected in the war, it had been a brief affair, and thankfully it had been relatively brief, not affecting civilians too much. Whilst the bulk of the TRL began to move out as the military personel were cleaned up and moved off to their homes, or, in the Cannibal's case, released into a hostile country, civilian assistance was still carried out, a "tent town" sprang up for those who found themselves either homeless or without food and water as a result of the cities war. However, it would not be long before even this would be resolved and the TRL could move out.

Having received no collateral damage itself, the TRL considered it to be a very successful humanitarian venture, and, as an added bonus, the Stuffed Taxidermist's had endeavoured to support the TRL; a true sign of humanitarian friendship in the world of today.