Seamore: Fear not! We will keep to your flanks! In aid for you I am sending in my Steelpheonix Jet Bombers to drop napam on the ocence, threatning those squides and confussing the subs! As for the dreadnoughts we suggest you use close range attacks: they are artiller units as oppose to all out units. We will help you!
-meanwhile in Vhan-
Thyng: So Moddeir comes to try and save the saveges? Huhahaha! Perfect! Our nerve gas will hit them...
Officer: Sir! Vancore has issued me to send you back to the mainland! Moddein forces are attacking our bases at the Daase Desert!
Thyng: What? Well I obey orders... what of command here?
Officer: Vancore wishes to test his newest general here: he or she is already breifed and will be in here shortly. You will leave here via jet fighter!
Thyng: As much as I question... I obey. The nerve gas will be launched anyway in a few minutes...
I’m a lumberjack and I’m ok. I sleep all night and work all day.Sub Commander: Sir! We are issuing problems! Our signal’s being rendered via napalm!
Hallix: Then aim for where the boats were!
-Meanwhile as Thyng leaves Vhan, General Ana Nyn enters the control room-
Officer: Great to see you general! Vancore bless us with your arrival...
General Nyn: Issue a evacuation: we are leaving!
Officer: What? You just arrived! And Vhan...
Nyn: Is lost! The nerve gas will be our last arrow: effect the entire area, including the shores of this base!
Officer: But Hallix and his men...
Nyn: Lost! We need to regroup and prepare for the mainland assault!
Officer: I... cannot accept this! We cannot let them...
-The officer gets shot by Nyn-
Nyn: Before more questions let us leave this base now and let our foes eat their cake!
-Nyn thinks to herself: “anyway it is the lost of their numbers that will matter”-
Sorry guys but this be my last post for the night. The Gethic will likely lose the fight. With the gas attack Hallix is doomed. Conclude without me. And yes: Thyng will start questioning his loyalties after this event.
edited 23rd Sep '11 2:28:41 PM by Ailedhoo
I’m a lumberjack and I’m ok. I sleep all night and work all day.(In the skies above the fleet, the situation is desperate for the Poseidonian fighters.)
"2nd! Do you read! Come in flight commander! Flight lieutenant? Pilots, any pilots, respond!"
"Sir, the bombers, they're coming back to the fight!"
(With the bombers in the battle, the SA Ms begin to fall silent; and once again the balance of power shifts towards the Poseidonians and Moddeirans. Meanwhile, the subs begin to run out of steam.)
"Our centre has stabilised sir. Our capital ships are secure. Still a few wolf-packs out there, but we've got them in retreat. We're winning this sir!"
"Maybe so... but we've lost half our fighter cover. Infantry, we can replace. We have millions, and it isn't far back to Upper Poseidonia. But these fighters, they were our protection against Lower Poseidonias airforce... I hope the CEO knows what he is doing."
"Sir, gas attack! The dreadnaughts have unleashed their payload!"
"Relax. We'll keep the planes in orbit until the gas attack has passed. Their infantry will probably choke to death on their own attack, the idiots, while ours are protected. We'll land to the north of their naval base once the nerve gas clears. Soon hundreds of tanks, and hundreds of thousands of infantry, will be tearing up the road to the Gethic capital, and nothing will be able to stand in their way, not guns, not tanks, not gas, fortifications or airpower. I expect our leader will demand the unconditional surrender of the Gethic Hand in a weeks time."
"What about the Moddeirans? Are they in a position to protect against gas?"
"That is no issue to us. We have the manpower and, now, the strategic dominance to push into the Gethic heartlands. Their navy, while instrumental in that battle, is of no interest to us; if they were too short-sighted to see the value in defending against so-called "weapons of mass destruction" then they brought this on themselves."
"This will put us on the map. Soon the northern regions will look to Upper Poseidonia as their protector. That means importance..."
(As the Gethic airforce is steadily blown out the sky, the bombers close in towards the now defenceless Gethic dreadnaughts.)
"...it means wealth, and wealth, power, be that military or political. Know this, it is not guns, nor fine words, nor even intrigue, that wins battles in the modern era."
(As the dreadnaughts go up in flames, Kalkis casts his arm over the sea, pointing out the airtight windows, as one of the men unable to find shelter from the gas chokes out his last moments, as the protected sea-men shudder at the sight. Kalkis is unmoved, though the Admiral beside him shakes slightly at the sight.)
"Money. Industry. Manpower. That is what allowed us to create this fleet. And that is what allows us to retain it. Rebuild it even, and make it stronger if it is preserved. Nothing else matters, but gold, silver, and rare materials... and their acquisition in larger and more efficiently exploited quantities."
(The scene closes as the admiral bows his head, Kalkis looking over an oil-infected, blazing, and bloody sea, but one that is indisputably controlled by Poseidonian forces, as the remaining Poseidonians mourn tens of thousands of dead, but have hundreds of thousands more preparing for the storming of the beaches following the sea battles conclusion.)
edited 23rd Sep '11 4:50:04 PM by GameChainsaw
The term "Great Man" is disturbingly interchangeable with "mass murderer" in history books.Lacallière is in the War room of his HQ, surrounded by his trusty retinue of advisors,some other CEO's and mercenary captains.
Lacallière is red with anger and is berating his subordinates in a fit of fury.
What do we do now, uh? What do we do? If the Intelligence reports I get are true, the Poseidonians, these treacherous, filthy bastards have abandonned us and are fighting Vancore's fleet as we are speaking!
What have my diplomatic services been doing? HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN! How can they fail to realize our system is the best one and choose to side with the commies?
Here's what I say. We can't let them get away with treason so easily.Let's use our new experimental intercontinental type 7 surface-to-surface missiles. We'll strike so fast and so hard that they'll have to reinvent the wheel before they understand what happenned to them. We will utterly DESTROY all of their cities. The Poseidonians and the Analeans will so bitterly regret the day they DARED provoke us!
Lacallière stares at the crowd around him.
Any suggestions before I give the attack orders?
In the complete silence that follows Lacallière's declaration, a lone mercenary stands up.
I do, sir. I think this plan does not make full use of Shaadik's assets, and, to be quite frank, is suboptimal, not to say suicidal. Even if all our missiles DID touch Poseidonia and Analea,they could and would retaliate with their own missile systems and orbital weapons. It would be a draw at best. What I suggest for now is to wait and see. You have a big army with good, modern equipment and the infrastructure and Industry to wage a long war of attrition. It seems unlikely that they would declare war to you right now, even more so to launch the first strike with weapons of mass destructions. Try to build more alliances, gather a bigger military, develop new weapons, fund guerilla groups abroad, but please, sir, don't launch a foolhardy attack on an anger fit.
Shaadik would not win this. As they say in Maxtopia, 'speak softly and carry a big gun'.
The CEO had lost some of his colors. He concluded in a few words:
You're promoted.
edited 23rd Sep '11 3:22:16 PM by OrangeSpider
The Great Northern Threadkill.Kalkis' thoughts were interrupted by a strong, harsh voice coming from the bridge radio. He flinched a bit, nervously assuming a proud, almost ceremonial stance immediately afterwards. He nervously looked around the bridge, as if embarassed. He knew that heavy southernern accent way too well to feel indifferent - what he felt was utter contempt, mixed with a slight dose of dear.
"This is Grand Admiral Haleides, speaking from the High Admiralty. Do you read me?"
Kalkis quickly approached the radio. "Roger that, sir. Kalkis speaking."
"Good. You did a fantastic job there, admiral - everyone at the Admiralty is impressed with your conduct. We are sorry for not sending the promised support - we had received an urgent request for aid from Cartley, because of strange occurences in their waters, only to be called back at the last moment. Regardless, it appears that our expectations of your ability were not unfounded - we were convinced that you would find a way to win, no matter the direness of the situation. Our fleet is aproaching your position right now as we speak, including three cruisers, ten destroyer squadrons and a carrier, as well as 150 000 soldiers being transported. We are ready for a collective assault on theGethic shores - they will not stand a chance against us. Carry on."
The transmission ended before Kalkis got a chance to reply.
Grand Admiral Haleides looked at the other admirals around the room and sighed, lighting a cigar. Then another one. Then one more. After a period of silence, his face barely noticeable from the thick cloud of smoke, he said: "Yes, I know that we are the same people. However, if we think of ever uniting the land under our rightful rule, we will have to use some questionable methods, and this is only the tip of the iceberg compared to what is to come. Kalkis is a genius, and I was sure that he would find a way to trick the Geths, so our victory was almost certain from the beginning. Still, their casualties further our cause. When we enter Gethic territory, we should try to kick them into the most difficult battles and make sure to prevent their generals from getting too much publicity - letting Upper Poseidonians finally get international respect will cost us more than any war we have ever been in."
Haleides nervously took another cigar. The admirals were mumbling and whispering, as if secretly discussing the issue. After a few minutes, the room went completely silent, with Haleides' occasional cough being the only sound to interrupt that.
edited 23rd Sep '11 5:28:32 PM by MilosStefanovic
The sin of silence when they should protest makes cowards of men.A radio is heard crackling in base control
Hello? Guys? It's me! Hopey! I'm sure you've realised but Mr. Dude... yes, that's his name... was not elected legally. Anyway, this is an encrypted transmission. I can't tell you where I am, but I can tell you to take out the Waterside Power Plant in North Capital Region. This will knock out power to the entire region (including the capital itself), which could give you an edge over Dude.
He's managed to merge both our armies together, so... stay safe out there.
Also, USAF... you're Acting Prime Minister of the Confederacy until I come back.
crackles... static...
-Deep in the centre of the Moddein capital, Moddeydhoo, lays the Department of War. Under this once palace of kings now converted into a socialist ministry is the main command centre for all Moddein military operations. The control complex is set of many underground rooms, the major one being a central room with a radar map of the entire region of Troperia, next to ones of Moddeir and of the Gethic Hand’s territories. This theme
is played while four figures speak to each other: head of the military Grand Marshal Robert Glstyn, Grand Admiral Alexander Vide, Field Marshal Catherin Reid and the head of the Moddein Civil Service, as well as the secret leader of the infamous socialist movement known as the Troperian Militant Council, Aile Dhoo. At this time the Premier, Eddy Khan, is visiting troops on the front line in the Daase Desert. The four figures in the command cenre are speaking...-
Vide: Our navy forces near Vhan will not be able to commence the full assault due to the attempted nerve gas attack by the Gethic. We been contacting our allies to see way we could...
Glstyn: Our allies are be noted of our concerns. We need to prepare for the likely wrath of a Gethic counter attack for they will use us as their target of hatred. How is the situation in Daase going?
Reid: Fine Grand Marshal as our troops begins to take back our land. However Gethic fortresses have proven to be another type of story...
Glstyn: And the militants behind the line?
Dhoo: Alas, my agents have not been able to commence the rebellion you wished. It seems that Vancore has more populist support then we desired.
Glystyn: And the infamous Fort Alexander?
Reid: The newest commander I have issued to the assault will make it. I set our new blood with some of our new stealth tech aided infantry units, the Shadow Dragoons. We should be able to pass through...
Glstyn: I hope so... set our Ion Cannon to help the commander. And Aile...
Dhoo: Yes Robert?
Glstyn: When you send your next report to the Premier, send also some orders to deal with the Shaadik crises. If our spies’ report be 77% true as it is claimed, then we cannot allow the Gethic a new trade partner.
Dhoo: Naturally. I have already set out contacts with Shaadik’s socialist groups. The rebellion attempt if failed will at least hinder their industry... punishment for their insults I presume?
Glstyn: Partly.....
edited 24th Sep '11 4:22:16 AM by Ailedhoo
I’m a lumberjack and I’m ok. I sleep all night and work all day."General Tarkus?"
"Admiral Kalkis?"
"Are your forces ready to begin the landings?"
"Yes sir. We understand that the artillery from our destroyers and bombing runs from the carriers has our enemies that weren't gassed pinned on the beaches. We are ready to land tanks and men on beaches Oceania and Hammerhead as we speak, north of the base. We also have reserves capable of making landings on southern beaches Poseidon and Aquarius if the enemy prove resilient, and a final group in reserve to assault the harbour itself, this being mostly infantry to make up for the urban environment."
"Excellent. Well then, I wish your forces good luck general. When will you come ashore."
"When we've secured a beachhead. Upper Poseidonias men need me."
A strange sentiment... you'd better not screw this up Tarkus.
"I won't."
(Tarkus walks smartly out of the deck, as Kalkis mutters to himself "have we placed our hopes on a vainglorious fool?)
The Beach Landing.
(As Tarkus looks over maps, trying to make sense of a generals plans an admiral is not trained to understand, a general picture of a pincer movement emerges. Northern forces breaking through in two places to trap any defenders north of the base while they draw off forces from the south and the base itself, followed by more landings an a base envelopment. It seems solid enough. As Tarkus looks up, he sees a shoreline in flames, bombs exploding on Gethic positions every few seconds, concentrated on the few remaining Gethic strongholds which aren't rubble.)
"The battle for Upper Poseidonian independence has begun."
(Landing craft speed towards the beaches, carrying thousands of men making up the first wave to land on Oceania and Hammerhead beaches. The landing craft come under half-hearted fire, but destroyer fire keeps the defenders heads down. Soon landing craft are grounding themselves on the beaches, as hundreds of simply but effectively armed Poseidonian infantry, led by heavily armoured officers and backed up by squadrons of veteran mercenaries from Chainsaws time as a mercenary commander, pour out onto the beach and begin to assault Gethic positions in the north.)
I'm envisaging a sort of bay area, with a narrow peninsula in the north and less vulnerable terrain in the south, with the harbour itself built in the centre.
edited 24th Sep '11 4:53:48 AM by GameChainsaw
The term "Great Man" is disturbingly interchangeable with "mass murderer" in history books.-in the northern side of the beach lies the underground fortress of Zedong. Here General Nyn has retreated, observing the latest arrival of the Gethic's answer to all situations: the Vanguard, troops clad in full body armour covered under a trench coat, their helmets as dark as a tire. The faces are concealed via gas masks. Each one carries a machine gun and a grenade launcher for nerve gas attacks. As Nyn observe these defenders of the Gethic way, Zedong’s chief officer, Marshal Nero Green, goes up to the general that he has been given duty over.-
Green: Madam! If you had not notice this facility is in risk of being taken by the savage forces which storm our land! Why are you not ordering these fine troopers to deal with this?!
Nyn: Vancore would want us to serve as a delayer: we must ensure that our foes’ numbers decline so we can commence a counter attack.
Green: Fool! You think losing these fortresses would mean victory? Why did the Director order you to come to here to be under my care? To babysit someone that should be schooled by a asylum?!
Nyn: I am here to help maintain order! You must know...
Green: That a general you are, I am a marshal! Now get out there and order these vanguards to attack!
Nyn: Yes... I will
Green: I better give order for reinforcements. If hope be these “mongooses” that Vancore told me about may arrive to deal with this threat!
edited 24th Sep '11 5:15:19 AM by Ailedhoo
I’m a lumberjack and I’m ok. I sleep all night and work all day.I am glad that we have been able to reach an agreement, said Lacallière while lighting up a cigar inside his armored vehicle.
'' Let's repeat it so my poor secretary can note all this for my personnal archives.
From now on, Shaadik's and the Gethic Hand's Intelligence agencies shall work together and share informations. Shaadik will smuggle weapons and equipment through the Gethic Hand's borders to equip militias, along with military advisors. Is that summary correct?
It is, Mr.Lacallière.
Excellent. Now please let me have the pleasure to make you visit my closest weapon factory.
The vehicle slowed down as they approached the factory, and soon, a sound akin to that of rain falling down, but louder, was heard. The vehicle stopped completely at about 100 meters from the factory.
What is going on, Chauffeur? Why did you stop?
It appears there is a strike, Sir. The workers are throwing rocks on your car.
A strike? In MY factory? Plug in the car's megaphone, I will speak to them.
The chauffeur pushed a button, and Aristide took on a microphone which was hanging in the passenger's compartment.
'' This is your employer speaking. You have 30 seconds to evacuate the area and return to work. If you fail to comply to this order, in accordance to clause 13.4 of your contract, lethal force will be used.
Aristide smiled, turned to his left to face Blair and patted his shoulder.
Well, it seems you will have a live demonstration of Shaadik's weapons efficiency.
The Great Northern Threadkill.-Vinsin Vancore read the report by Blair on the new spy deal with Shaadik’s government. Now that a spy network will be set up, Vancore will be able to begin his plans to try and find a way to stop USAF’s space advantage by finding a way to hack into the satellite network. As for the strike Vancore expects the Moddeins have asked their friends in the TMC to get vengeance after finding out the occurrence. Still it is nice to get some new weapons-
Officer: Sir! Our sea forts are being bombed to Hell by the Poseidonians! Reinforcements requested!
Vancore: And you come to me as oppose to a Field Marshal because...?
Officer: We... I was ordered to come to you... our vanguard may not be enough!
Vancore: Then tell them that not only more units will be sent to their aid but also that the “mongooses” are going for a field test against the Poseidonians.
Officer: Yes o great one!
Vancore: And while you at it... what of Daase?
Officer: Despite our efforts the Moddein are getting through!
Vancore: Then... I will sent some “mongooses” there too...
I’m a lumberjack and I’m ok. I sleep all night and work all day.This is breaking news! Our informator in Shaadik's ministry informed us that an assassination attempt on Aristide Lacallière just failed. Even though the president is wounded, medical officials say his life is not in danger.
The state of emergency has been declared, and military units are patrolling to ensure the curfew is respected. DO NOT leave your houses, I repeat, DO NOT leave your houses, as these units have orders to kill on sight.
Janette Preston from the Shaadik's Inquirer, signing out.
The Great Northern Threadkill.-Vancore observes the news about the failed assassination attempt upon Aristide Lacallière and smiles-
Vancore: Maybe I can ask them if they want some Forgotten Eye assassins to help look for the assassins... if I can pin this on the orders of USAF I may have more aid from Shaadik, only now it may be more... open. My plans will come to place! Then I will send the hackers into USAF’s space systems and see if I can access his starry toys...
I’m a lumberjack and I’m ok. I sleep all night and work all day.This is Janette Preston from the Shaadik's Inquirer, broadcasting live from Shaadik's parliament,where the President is about to do a speech after the failed attempt on his life.
The camera zooms in on a stage. The President is standing in front of a microphone, his left arm in a bandage.
I am still alive. The despicable, cowardly attempt from the ennemie's of freedom to assassinate me in my sleep failed, thanks to the professionalism of Shaadik's security forces.
My life is not in danger, and I am still 100% able to rule Shaadik with my just and efficient hand, as I have done for years.
Even though my would-be assassins are still on the loose, they shouldn't go far away. They will be captured and judged by Shaadik's officials.
It seems the bolchevic hydra mistook my kindness and patience for weakness. I have tried to show them peacefully the error of their ways for years. But I realise now that they are nothing but blind and deaf monkeys that refuse to accept the truth, and only understand the language of brute force. As such, I will communicate with them in a manner they comprehend.
If history is to judge me, I did not wish this war and did not start it.
The Great Northern Threadkill.-Vinsin Vancore is addressing a TV camera to address the world-
I, Vinsin Vancore, Director of the Gethic Hand, General of the Omega Legion, Grand Marshal of Order and a high class rifleman of the great army of God seek a declaration of alliance with Shaadik. I seek to create a grand allaince in the form of the Order, a powerful organisation that units nations that strife against chaos, ensuring that terror attacks as was attempted on Shaadik are not repeated again! I also declare that I am arming my nuclear weapons in case those who serve chaos march ever so more into my land. Attempt to destroy one of my cities and I will destroy you all!
-around this time Forgotten Eye agents are being sent into Analea on a hacking mission to try and gain access to the Rods of God so the Gethic could try to use them-
edited 24th Sep '11 12:37:44 PM by Ailedhoo
I’m a lumberjack and I’m ok. I sleep all night and work all day.(On live TV, a broadcast, dominating the news stations of Poseidonia and of high importance elsewhere, scopes in on the resplendent figure of Game Chainsaw, who, dressed immaculately in a three-piece suit, stands atop a podium on a balcony of a massive tower, dominating a huge, subterranean city. A crowd of wealthy businessmen and women stand beside him, with others watching eagerly from balconies of nearby buildings. A rather more disconcerted crowd of the poor and dispossessed crowd in the streets below to watch the broadcast. As the camera pans around, a vast network of factories and workers flats is visible in the distance, away from what is clearly to be the centre of the city administration.)
"Ladies and gentlemen, it is my honour to reveal to you our new capital, the undeground fortress of Fort Zeus! It is a subterranean marvel, a wonder of the world, one that is guaranteed to stop any weapon known to man in its tracks! Protected from the world above by hundreds of feet of reinforced concrete, compacted earth, and steel reinforcements, and supported by a series of massive pillars, built into which are the very towers and extensions that our citizens call home, the city is a marvel of industrial strength. Indeed, the city doubles as the centre of employment and industry for a considerable part of the country; many of our most eminent businessmen, along with many foreign companies looking for safety and security, have moved their operations here! This glorious structure is not without essentials; an undeground spring provides all the water we could need, while our waste is disposed of through a series of waste recycling plants that provides fertilizers and the raw materials for nitroglycerine used in the construction of explosives to fuel our war effort against the cursed Gethic Hand, and their brazen, overconfident masters, the Shaadik, thousands of miles to the south. A series of photogenic lights keep our children from the rickets; and we are absolutely certain that there will not be any significant rise in cancer rates; we rich have to live here too! This is a triumph of our capitalistic model, and shows that Upper Poseidonia is a place of safety, business, and security, even in the darkest times. Let the missiles come! Fort Zeus will be the last place standing when the last fires are put out."
"Furthermore, immigration is encouraged! We particularly extend our hand to our besieged Lower Poseidonians, who, peaceloving as they may be, may not have made the proper, preparations... may our two nations thrive under the safety guarantees that have been provided, by the glorious naton of Upper Poseidonia!"
edited 24th Sep '11 1:41:31 PM by GameChainsaw
The term "Great Man" is disturbingly interchangeable with "mass murderer" in history books.(The following is an urgent transcript from the leader of Upper Poseidonia to the CEO of Shaadik.)
"It is my understanding that Shaadik is on the brink of taking punitative action against Poseidonia. The CEO of Upper Poseidonia, Game Chainsaw, is perturbed by the increasing aggression shown by a nation we would like to see as friends and trade partners. Upper Poseidonia is acting as it must, in line with its national interests and to preserve the balance of nations in the north. It is with this in mind that we have adopted a new national motto; We are the protectors of the north, not another, and we will take actions to preserve our interests here and the security of the region as we see as necessary."
"With our stance in mind, our CEO approaches your leader with the intention of coming to an understanding of what is necessary to bring these disturbing reports to a peaceful conclusion. We hasten to add that with Upper Poseidonias nearly impregnable defenses around its capital, and Lower Poseidonias own extensive collection of nuclear missiles, any escalation of combat will leave Shaadik in a far worse state, proportionally, than Poseidonia; and we are prepared for the consequences of an exchange. I urge the CEO of Shaadik to come to his senses, and recognise that the situation has reached a stage where the consequences for both our nations are unacceptable if the current course of events is pursued to its logical consequences!"
"Yours, with the utmost regard and concern."
"Game Chainsaw."
The term "Great Man" is disturbingly interchangeable with "mass murderer" in history books."Mr. Hopeless..." murmured Emperor Dude, to himself. "I will find your scrawny backside, and I will make sure it's on my wall."
He turns to the wall, displaying hundreds of screens.
He had turned Hopey's rec room into a war room.
"I WANT INFORMATION ON ALL MY TROOPS. ALL MY ATTACKERS," he yelled to a young worker.
"Sir... sir..." she whimpered. "They seem to be retreating."
"Good. Good."
He paused.
"I want to launch an airstrike over Moddier territory."
"Are you sure, sir?"
"YES. DO NOT QUESTION ME. I want to send a drone to burn up the capital."
Meanwhile, in an undisclosed location...
"I want to stop him!" said Hopey, in a rage. "Get me Chainy on the line!"
"Sir, Mr. Chainsaw is not answering his phone. It appears no-one will communicate with you."
"I know."
Silence for a while.
"I think..." said Hopey, "I think... I think we should try calling one of our allies. One of them."
The advisor nodded, and dialled up a number.
The phone rang...
"Let's hope someone picks up, eh, sir?" said the advisor.
"Hope... is the middle part of my name, Gareth."
-In an office at the top floor of the Department of War in Moddeydhoo, Grand Marshal Robert Glstyn is having a meeting with Field Marshal Catherin Reid, Ailed Dhoo and the head of the Moddein R&D Unit, Doctor Alexia Johnson. Ode to Joy
is playing on the radio.-
Glstyn: So the Gethic are now preparing their atomic weapons for retaliation. I have set words for the Ion Cannons to be ready for a quick strike but do we have any... more mortal means of being with this threat?
Johnson: My team have been developing a new aircraft for sonic speed interception: it is the Hawked Hedgehog: think of it as a blending of jet fighter and attack helicopter. Along with the usual missiles, rail guns and the standard Moddein flame gun, it will be set up with specialised rockets to catching up and destroying nuclear warheads. The fuel issue needs to be tackled but we should able to mass produce a aircraft that could protect us and harass the Gethic war efforts.
Glstyn: And the fronts?
Reid: Vide is on his way with a fleet to help the armies of Poseidonia against both Gethic defences and the recent attacks by the armies of Shaadik. As for the Daase Desert, our forces are making though and the main commander is likely to begin assault on Gethic border towns, allowing us to enter. We have however come across something of interest... –places some images of... what appears to a mech on the desk.-
Glsytyn: What is this?
Reid: the Gethic call it “mongoose:” it is designed against both infantry and aircraft. These things are making it hard to attack urban areas but they process two interesting weaknesses: they use a lot of fuel meaning they have to be transported into battle via train and they can only fight on flat ground.
Glstyn: If you wish order the air strikes of Gethic railways. Also inform our allies that these may be used against them.
Dhoo: Fear not: my agents report that train lines to the cost have been suffering from weather issues: they should arrive too late for the invasion. That said for the Shaadik crisis I need to inform you about our militant efforts...
-a officer busts into the office as Ode to Joy stops playing- By God! Our intelligence agency has found bad news! The Gethic are sending hackers to try and get access to the Analean Rods of God!
All: WHAT?!
Glstyn: The Analean emperor knows of this?
Officer: Not let but...
Dhoo: Then inform him now! If Vancore accesses those weapons our plans will be in crisis!
edited 25th Sep '11 7:30:19 AM by Ailedhoo
I’m a lumberjack and I’m ok. I sleep all night and work all day.-In the western side of the Daase Desert, right up in the sky, several of the best pilots in Moddier are about to test the new Hawked Hedgehogs. This theme
plays for this event.-
Roots: This is Commander Gregory Roots to all my fellow pilots: we have tested these new toys in flight, in dodging the wrath of SAM sites, in dealing with interceptors like those captured Hawk Guards that we captured a few weeks ago and finally the attack of that dud military camp. Now we going to test the fullest use of these babies: in a few minutes a few STU Ds will be fired up into the sky. These ones are designed to be the same speed as a Gethic nuke. Our job is to use these special anti-atomic rockets to bring those nasty missiles down without risking triggering the reaction.
-after half an hour of attacking STU Ds, these pilots are interrupted by a radio call. Hence the theme changing to this
.-
Voice: Attention available troopers! This is General Elisa Declare! A few minutes ago a swarm of Starbucksarian aircraft entered Moddein space and are heading in direction of our settlements! Your orders are to engage the invaders! I repeat: engage the invaders coming from Starbucksarian territory!
Roots: What the... OK GUYS! Let us test these things on some real targets! For the Federation!
edited 25th Sep '11 5:55:16 AM by Ailedhoo
I’m a lumberjack and I’m ok. I sleep all night and work all day.(Meanwhile, the Upper Poseidonian army has managed to clear away the soldiers around the northern bases perimeter, and are closing in on the naval base and the forts themselves. The artillery falls silent; the Upper Poseidonians are not quite crazy enough to shell their own men.)
"The Gethic army is up against the wall, sir. We have them pushed back to their bases. Shall we send in our reserves?"
"Hold back the southern group, but send in the base-storming party, and have our northern forces divert some troops down from the north to put it under pressure. We'll land the tanks once the base has fallen. I want those runways and ships intact; we'll be able to resupply weekly with thousands of troops and simply press into land. If they respond with nuclear weapons, Lower Poseidonia will reduce them to ash. The Gethic Hand don't stand a chance; intervention from the south or not, they will have to come to terms soon."
(As the perimeter of the naval base begins to come under pressure from land, swarms of Upper Poseidonian transports begin to assail the formidable defenses from the sea.)
The term "Great Man" is disturbingly interchangeable with "mass murderer" in history books.The president of Shaadik was sitting at the main control desk of his HQ's war room, lurking over the many colorful buttons and flashy consoles.
Well, it seems the time has come, Mr.Jenkins.
Are you sure about your decision, Mr.President? There is no going-back after this. You could still settle this diplomatically.
No. I have been humiliated. My power has been questionned and defied by the insolent worms from the west. I will punish them for this, and then, if they bow down, I may show pity. But for now, let the world tremble.
And then, Aristide Lacallière activated and confirmed the strike destinations of 200 intercontinental missiles, all around the presumed fighting zones of the Gethic Hand's infantry.
The Great Northern Threadkill.The fleet of Lower Poseidonia is slowly approaching the beaches Poseidon and Aquarius, under heavy fire from Gethic coastal forts. Poseidonian aircraft are circling the skies above, carefully bombing Gethic positions, causing disorder and panic within their forces, supported by cruiser and destroyer cannons firing at the forts. Without the fleet to help divert fire from the ships' cannons, Gethic forts are easily crumbling. Without much effort, Poseidonian landing crafts are approaching the shores, wave by wave – the first ones carrying mostly tanks and armored carriers, and the ones behind carrying infantry. Met with minimal resistance, the forces of Lower Poseidonia quickly swept across the beaches, with the only disconcerting sight being several “Organ Grinder” rifles found alongside dead Gethic soldiers.
“It seems that they have somehow managed to get hold of our designs”, said General Kalaios, quickly exiting his jeep, occasionally glancing at a small map of Gethic Hand. “Doesn’t matter. Under waves and waves of our infantry, even their eccentric gadgets straight out of a movie I would watch with my friends, a crate of beer and a notebook to write down funny remarks will do nothing to help them. Captain, what is the status of Tarkus’ forces?”
“They have successfully landed, sir, without much casualties. Currently they’re besieging the nearby harbor city. It is well-fortified, and should prove to be a difficult battle.”
“Good. We’ll secure the perimeter and fortify our forces on the hill range above the beach. Once that is done, we’ll send the bulk of our army to attack the harbor from the rear and reinforce Tarkus’ forces. I don’t care what Haleides thinks, we have a war to win, and need to divert our attention to other fronts. We will solve our internal struggles later. Go and organize the forces, Captain.”
“Understood.”
The sin of silence when they should protest makes cowards of men.(The following is the transcription of a message from Shaadik's air-force Marshall to the Gethic Hand's military.)
4 aerial divisions from Shaadik are approaching your country. They will be coming from the Maxtopian's territory , and in dire need of a fuel refill. We ask of you terrains for our planes to land. This expeditionnary force is composed of 3 Fighter Jets divisions made of 100 planes each, and a Stealth Bombers division made of 25 planes.
Their priority order is to cover the impending air lift that will bring infantry and mechanised divisions from Shaadik; they are otherwise considered under the Gethic Hand's control for the duration of the conflict.
With best regards, Louis Bakthis, Marshall of Shaadik's Air Forces.
The Great Northern Threadkill.

"Gas?!"
"This is a message to all troop carriers, escorts, and capital vessals. A nerve gas attack may be imminent, it is imperative that all personnel not immediately engaged in combat roles don gas masks and suits. Those without gas masks and suits please remain calm, and attempt to seal off a quarter of your vessel with an appropriate sealing agent."
(The message gets out, and soon panic begins to spread throughout the Poseidonian navy)
"Hey, get back to your post! We need to fire at those subs!"
"Forget it, I'm not getting gassed"
"Damn you, you'll be shot for this! Keep firing, get this over with before the gas attack occurs!"
(Meanwhile, Upper Poseidonian Zeus-class bombers divebomb any sub that tries to surface, while the destroyers, alert to the danger, counter with withering barrages. However, despite this, the central battle group, defending the cruiser the S.C.P Amphytrite, begin to suffer severe losses as soon no less than nine ships are taking on water.)
"Sir, half our destroyers in the centre have taken damage ranging from critical to severe! We're dying out there!"
"Maintain the bomber pressure."
(Over the Gethic half of the battlefield, the Poseidonian fighters begin to come under pressure, as more and more Poseidonian pilots are forced to bail out over Gethic waters.)
"Sir, 5th Carrier Fighter Group has taken 50% casualties!"
"The 8th are suffering losses."
"Keep going! We're only going to get them on our tail if we disengage now. We have the numbers, and they aren't going to win this battle with ground fire alone, not with our bombers!"
(On the command deck of the Golden Chainsaw)
"Admiral Seamore, our air cover is currently engaged with submarines threatening our carriers, and with the airforce of the Gethic airforce. Not currently requesting reinforcements; we have prepared for a gas attack. Please hold position; if they devote their dreadnaughts to the fight now, you can move in an clean up even if we do suffer casualties. Maintain your position, and avoid combat; you're our reserve. We will send bombers to assail the dreadnoughts if we can, but we're fully engaged right now."
edited 23rd Sep '11 1:48:45 PM by GameChainsaw
The term "Great Man" is disturbingly interchangeable with "mass murderer" in history books.