Honvorg Korporation HQ - Virticon City, Antarctika
The mammoth of a man in control of the age old Korporation, Honvorg Iron and Arms, Welloth Honvorg sat behind his massive obsidian desk, smoking a fine Undermonian cigar in his dimly lit office as he had been for some time this evening, skipping his second dinner to confront a problem that was posing a potentially devastating threat to the company. The problem was oil. It seemed to be the source of most problems in Kroando as of late, ever since the Junkers Korporation had announced the exhaustion of the South Arctic Oil Wells. Though oil was not used much in Antarctika itself outside of automobiles and heavy machinery, the Honvorg Industrial Empire lived on the liquid. From powering its vast mining operations throughout the globe to keeping the industry of Kroando itself alive, oil was key. With international terrorism the world over driving up shipping and insurance costs, and the market itself demanding vast sums of money for the amount Honvorg required, purchasing the substance was out of the question. That had left Honvorg, one of the most powerful men in the world, very, very disturbed.
History had shown that when the Honvorg Family was disturbed, bloodshed was sure to follow. In 1933 in the founding days of Kroando in Antarctika, Welloth's grandfather was threatened by an attempted Communist Coup in Scolar, in which his two daughters were kidnapped. After refusing to release all of the Honvorg Korporations assets to the Communists, the two young girls were murdered. Honvorg then spent the better half of his fortune hiring out mercenaries, thugs and criminals the world over to retake the city - which he did. The Communist leadership was kept alive, and made to watch as every friend and family member they had ever had were brutally tortured and eventually murdered before their eyes. Years later when the Helicon Corporation threatened to freeze Honvorg assets and refuse the release of new military software to them, Welloths father, Regolith had a band of machete wielding men decapitate every worker in one of Helicons software researching facilities.
However it seemed that the actions about to be undertaken would far surpass the villainy of any previous family action. Honvorg had found his oil in Mesopotia, the Arabic Muslim island continent on outer frontiers of the New World. Vast amounts of both tapped and untapped oil reserves, enough to fuel Honvorgs operations and resupply the national reserves. Toppling the governments of these semi-dictatorial regimes would not be a problem - occupation would not be necessary either. It would be perfectly acceptable to destroy the cities and infrastructure, occupy the oil fields, and drive the people of Rajikistan out of the inhospitable landscape. The only question was the how. Since the Economic Troubles several years before, where the various Grand Marshals became responsible for the funding of their own military forces, it was very easy to procure guns for higher. Grand Marshal Klague had become Honvorg's favorite colleague, and would not place another call, requesting the destruction and occupation of Rajikistan for the sum of several hundred billion dollars.
Klague, a veteran of every major conflict in the last thirty years, was a decorated and feared commander. Fighting in the Korvacht since he the age of fifteen, he had gained a reputation for excessive brutality, savagery even, and it was no coincidence his Legions were known as, 'The Black Death'. Klague's Black Death was a military force of interesting origin and experience. Every member, from the grunts to the Generals were former orphans, criminals recruited from the execution line in one of Kroando's many prisons, or freed slaves. In order to join the Legion, an initiate must prove that he has murdered before, and if not, must murder one of the thousands of slaves the Legion keeps on hand in cold blood. Rape, murder, extortion and havoc are the gods of the legion, cities occupied by the force never recover from their presence, as looting and random acts of violence follow them as does the trail of corruption that covers their hierarchy. Numbering over four million in personnel, Klague's Legion is the only one banned from setting foot in Antarctika, instead being granted an island territory in the South Pacific known as 'Movono' – the former native word for 'Apocalypse' – for their base. During times of peace, these men simply live on the slave labor of various people, drink excessively, revel in prostitution from the sex slaves that are shipped in daily – and of course, kill... Practicing on natives given AK-47's weekly. They had not seen real combat in over a year. And they were itching for a fight.
Honvorg would have his oil. Klague's armies would have their war. Kroando would survive.
Southern Coast of Rajikistan, 3:00am
“Commander Klague, task force three reports all targets are a lock. Operation Unending Persecution is ready at your order,” Lieutenant Vlak reported, approaching the Grand Marshal on the main deck of the massive Overlord Superdreadnought, Archangel.
Klague turned his head to the Lieutenant and nodded, turning back to the distant shores of Rajikistan, the port city of Asara barely visible in the distance. A sinister grin crossed his face as submarines below the surface released a number of anti-shipping missiles and long range torpedoes into the dark blue waters of the Gulf. Hell was coming to the Mesotopian Continent.
The small Rajikistani navy was knocked out in one fell swoop, the few outdated battleships and destroyers sunk in harbor by the barrage of Anti-Shipping missiles let loose by the Negotiator Cruisers and Overlord Dreadnoughts. A massive plume of flame shot up in the distance, representing the Rajikistani Navy's flagship, an old Iowa Class Battleship, used primarily as a source of national pride rather than a fighting vessel. The ships massive arms store created a ball of fire that knocked out many of the smaller vessels surrounding it, but this was only the beginning. The Overlord's massive naval guns turned to the city, unleashing 30inch high explosive rounds upon the city, mercilessly and randomly bombarding the country's second largest city for hours. Enormous explosions rocked the metropolis, leveling apartment complexes and military fortifications alike as Devcor Cruise Missiles hammered military installations identified by spy satellites and aerial spy planes high above the city. The bombardment was ruthless, but only somewhat random. The landing areas had been literally obliterated, which would pay off in the coming hours as Kraken MBTs rolled up the shores. Halcon Stealth Fighters ran sorties constantly, firing air-to-surface missiles into anything and everything that moved, spraying the streets with 20mm gatling fire and releasing excess fuel tanks upon residential buildings before heading back to their carriers to rearm. The tanker class missile pads fired long and short range missiles, the longer range projectiles heading as far away as the capital city in the north to obliterate army depots and air bases... Within the first few hours of the attack, before the first boots ever touched the ground, it was estimated over seventy five thousand were dead, near triple that number horribly wounded.
And with the rising of the sun the first landing craft hit the waters...
