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Ailedhoo Heroic Comedic Sociopath from an unknown location Since: Aug, 2011
#51: Sep 25th 2011 at 7:01:42 AM

-The following a written order to a Gethic Hand commander about to go on a important mission.-

To General Seth Wright of the 8th division.

Vinsin Vancore has personally granted you this important mission, so vital that the conclusion will determine your future: either success with you addressed as Marshal Wright of the 8th division or failure with you addressed as number 142109 of Work Camp Zero.

Our northern frontier is issued with a serious threat from the invading forces. As railway links are broken and are roads are blocked the mongooses that were being sent have being deployed 8 miles from their supposed destination. Your order is to charge directly at the main influx of Poseidonia’s army. Push them back to the beaches and allow a regrouping with your forces and those at Zedong, for Marshal Green is deployed there, continued the struggle against the invaders.

In this mission you will also aid a Shaadik’s air division is going to deploy near one of our bases. We are going to ask them to aid your objective. This is more of a test to see their worthiness to be among the Order which Vancore wishes to create. Still as greater we Gethic are to other powers; we need this ally to our cause.

For this mission you be ordering around 1040 riflemen, 450 missile troopers, 120 flame troopers, 500 vanguards and around 70 medical teams. For vehicles you will process around 300 all together, including war buggies, tanks, artillery units, several mongooses... and our newest artillery unit the Dread Catapult, a siege cannon that is designed to fire mass amount of nerve gas pods from far away. You also have air access with 200 jet fighters at your command, 20 Hawk Guards and 80 bombers, 20 of which are stealth. You also will access to 4 nuclear warheads if needed but are not recommended to use them unless the invaders are likely to defeat you. That said once you pushed the hostiles back to the beach you can always aim a atomic missile at Vhan to deal with the fleets.

This mission must be completed: the hostiles have higher number in troopers but you got home ground advantages and access to more ammunition via our War Duff Corporation which serves as our main weapons manufacturer.

Your grand officer who serves only Vancore.

Grand Marshal Paul Thyng.

edited 25th Sep '11 7:41:49 AM by Ailedhoo

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#52: Sep 25th 2011 at 8:00:47 AM

"Sir, the Lower Poseidonians have seen fit to land at Poseidon beach. We presume they mean to encircle the sea base."

"Hold our remaining southern deployment in reserve. If the Lower Poseidonians get into trouble, we'll have to deploy them, but for now, all we'll end up doing is stacking our men on top of one another. The beaches are swarming all over with Poseidonian infantry. I hear that the northern group has slowed down a bit, send a few transports there to make up for the ones shifted south to assault the base; we've still almost won regardless; only a few stubborn defender groups within the base now; we're fighting within their northern compound itself. Once we punch through I want our tanks deployed onshore; we're going to split into three army groups and one encircling force. Our encircling force, made up of only ten thousand men and fifty tanks, will deploy to the Daase desert and cut the advancing forces off from their supplies; we'll catch them between our advancing forces and the Moddeiran army. Army group A, referred to now as the Capital Army, will push towards the capital city of the Gethic hand; this will consist of the vast majority of our army, consisting primarily of eighty thousand infantry, spearheaded by the Poseidonian Lifeguards, our elite ex-mercenaries, 5000 of whom will be spearheading the attack. They will be joined by an armoured column of 2000 tanks, a full 2/5ths of our armoured forces. You are to encircle and besiege fortifications; do NOT attack them. 40,000 infantry, and 1000 tanks, will be sent to Army Group B, now known as Army Group Border. They will press into the border regions and seize control of the Moddeiran border, allowing Moddeiran reinforcements to flow into the country to take the far western regions; once the border is seized our army will trundle northwards and capture everything west of the capital. A final army group, Army Group C, from now on known as Army Group Fist Of The North Star, comprising another 40,000 and 1000 tanks, will assail the north of the country, punching towards the northern territories. Our remaining estimated 15,000 infantry, including the remaining 10,000 Lifeguards and 950 tanks, will be our reserve. If we run into trouble, we will be able to ship in reinforcements in the form of our mobilised reserves by the shipload as long as the sealanes between Poseidonia and the Gethic Hand remain open."

edited 25th Sep '11 8:01:52 AM by GameChainsaw

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#53: Sep 25th 2011 at 12:23:07 PM

The Emperor walks down the halls of his home, men in military uniforms—Navy, Army, Air Force—following him and speaking.

Soft music plays in the background, orchestral in nature. The men are explaining the current situation of the war. The Emperor nods, listening without any real interest. The generals and admirals know what has to be done, and they know the rules to achieve this.

"Catapult submarines are in position, you Majesty, and have their orders. We have only used our tactical weapons once, but we may need to if the war continues to escalate."

The Emperor's Supreme Commander of the Air Force shakes his head. "I suggest that we execute low-level strikes on enemy industry. We cannot hope to win if we simply fight their armies. Spearhead and Arrowhead strike groups working in concert will be able to get past the worst of the defenses, while TREBUCHET can destroy those areas that are too tough to hit."

The Emperor nods his head. Airstrikes and orbital attacks are fairly clean. No need for dirty radiation weaponry when they have TREBUCHET: 20-foot-long tungsten rods moving at Mach 10. With a 25-foot-radius of accuracy, he could hit a building from space as accurately as an Imperial fighter pilot from the air.

"What about an invasion? With naval support, I could put several legions in enemy territory within the year, and we may be able to strike through to the enemy capital in less than two." The General of the Armies is an optimistic fellow, always having faith in the Imperial Army to get the job done and done right. Sometimes, the Emperor thinks, he is a bit too optimistic.

"We'll worry about invasions when we've defeated the enemy naval capability. Right now, they still have nuclear assets, and an amphibious invasion would end... poorly."

The music is reaching its high point. The Emperor smiles, subtly. He likes this song. It reminds him of IAF craft on patrol over the palace when he was a child. Back then, it was Darts instead of Arrowheads, but the majesty never changed...


...F-33 Arrowheads were the finest aircraft of the IAF. Sleek and modern, but with a conventional edge to them, they were meant to be fielded in number and yet still be individually capable. Multirole craft, they were the pride of the area, and numerous smaller nations around Analea bought the F-33E alternate export model.

A squadron of Arrowheads now made their way across the Verconda Basin, on the edge of Analean-controlled land and the rebellious Kingdom of Dentallia. The squadron—244th Tactical Fighter, 35th Air Defense Group, 35th Fighter Wing—was performing routine recon/patrol on the border. No Dentallian-controlled aircraft had attempted to cross in nearly three years, and the pilots did not expect any trouble as they flew near the border.

They were wrong.


"Sir, we've got the usual Analean patrol overhead. Requesting permission to fire."

"Wait for optimal range. We must wipe the whole squadron out, to send our desired message."

"Yes, sir."

The fighters slid across the radar in formation, never deviating from the path the Analean Air Force had set for them. They would never see the attack coming. Perhaps they wouldn't even feel it. If they were lucky, they would be killed instantly.


The lead plane of the 244th turned, banking lightly towards home. Their flight path was to take them towards Analean territory before they returned home. It was customary that all air patrols fly over populated areas before landing, as a display of national pride. He was absorbed in other thoughts—of home, of what he would do after he was done with debrief—that when his warning alert went off he almost didn't comprehend, at first.

MISSILE DETECTED

"Evade, evade!" He said as he rolled right, hoping to lose whatever attack was coming. "This is 244, requesting assistance. I repeat, 244, requesting assistance." The connection was static, and no response came. His line to AWACS was being blocked.

He rolled again to his left, and a missile blazed past his right side, leaving a wide, white smoke trail. He looked over to his left, just in time to see one of his wingmen get struck sideways by another missile.

"Dammit!" He made to turn his craft, when his warning alert came back. He looked over and horror filled his expression.

The missile he'd evaded had pulled a complete turn, and was back after him.


A day later, the Emperor is reading a brief. Dentallia had, apparently, managed to shoot down a squadron on patrol. In the some 21 years since their independence, they had made no real aggressive motions towards the Empire. They know that, for the most part, they only exist as an independent nation because the cost in life, limb, and material wasn't worth the Empire dispatching legions to the sector.

However, the report is rather disturbing. One moment, the AWACS was reporting no changes, business-as-usual, and the next communications were blacked out and a whole squadron was shot down, with no ground-based launch or aircraft detected, visually or via radar.

Something is wrong—very, very wrong.

edited 25th Sep '11 1:24:14 PM by USAF713

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Ailedhoo Heroic Comedic Sociopath from an unknown location Since: Aug, 2011
#54: Sep 25th 2011 at 12:47:14 PM

-At a secret meeting room at the Areana of Thought (a arena like structure where debates are held) in Moddeydhoo, Premier Eddy Khan along with his Vice Premier William Spokes is having a meeting with Aile Dhoo, Grand Marshal Glstyn, Field Marshal Reid and the head of the Moddein Secret Service, Doctor Helen Yang. This is playing on the radio.–

Khan: So not only is the line against the Gethic slowing down but we got another faction lead by this... Emperor Dude trying to raid our cities?!

Glstyn: Yes sir! General Declare is tackling the new front well but resources are getting limited. We estimate that our front line commander will arrive at the foot of Troyn, Vancore’s seat of power, a week behind the planed date. Even if we somehow got the resources and manpower, the loses taken via nerve gas is lowering our moral. Our estimation is that we will lose more troops before we reach Troyn... and that is not taking account of our recent intrusion.

Khan: As of the nerve gas... what is this new weapons they using?

Yang: Dread Catapults: they are like cannons which shoot out gas pods. We would delt with them but alas we are in the hinterlands of the Gethic, famed for hills which give cover for seig weapons. The only way around is through urban areas which means dealing with mongooses at their habitat. Our agents also report that the Gethic are also smuggling Shaadik weapons straight into the front line, ready to use against us and our allies.

Khan: So... the Gethic front is... not pleasant. The new one?

Reid: General Declare informed me that she will require access to Ion Cannons six and seven to make better progress.

Glstyn: Request approved. I also like to point out that soon the Hawked Hedgehogs will be mass produce: their performance earlier today shown they may help give us ease in this bloody conflict.

Khan: Finally for tonight.... what of the hacking plans of Vancore?

Yang: We have good and bad news.

Dhoo: The good news is that the Forgotten Eye agents have been forced to delay their operation after discovering that we now know of their evil plans.

Khan: And the... not so good news?

Dhoo: Alas the agents of Moddeir and the agents under USAF have not tracked down the hideout of the Gethic spies let.

Yang: Thankfully I am sending some of our best spies to try and hunt down the Gethic agents. We and Analea should be able to stop the spies before they hack into the Rods of God. A successful hacking would be allowing the Gethic to be the ones with the advantage.

Spokes: Then I guess in case we will need to give a awareness campaign increase our cities are attacked from the stars.

Khan: Well whatever the case I am issuing also a new dose of funds into the recruitment campaign to try and prepare ourselves in pushing both the forces of Vancore and Dude into their dens.

edited 25th Sep '11 12:50:19 PM by Ailedhoo

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#55: Sep 25th 2011 at 12:56:27 PM

(With the Air Combat music still playing, a scene unfolds as Lower Poseidonian forces charge up the beaches, several getting blown off their feet by artillery strikes from Gethic forces. However, the battle line quickly begins to move inland as the Gethic forces, hopelessly overstretched by the three-pronged assault, are forced back. Meanwhile, the Upper Poseidonian flag flies high over the fortress north of the naval base, as Poseidonian forces begin to encircle it.)

"Its working, we've driven them clear of the north and south! That base can't last long!"

"Then hurry up and ensure it falls! We need to get these tanks ashore now, and before a Gethic counterattack comes..."

(Kalkis looks out, concerned.)

"Its been two days of fighting now... other events are moving. We've had few casualties reported in... why is this taking so long?"

(Explosions erupt as it appears that fighting is now occurring in the very interior of the naval base.)

"What are you doing, general?"

"Sir, we're in the position to charge!"

"No, wait for the mortars to soften up the defenses a bit more."

"Sir we are 12 hours over our target time! If we don't attack-"

"If we attack and take excessive casualties, the general will have my head. His orders were to minimise casualties, and that is what we are doing, and to hell with Upper Poseidonian Crested Wave doctrine!"

"Idiot. If we don't get this base cleared and the armour ashore soon the Gethic bastards will catch our little beachhead and toss it back into the sea!"

edited 25th Sep '11 12:58:04 PM by GameChainsaw

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Ailedhoo Heroic Comedic Sociopath from an unknown location Since: Aug, 2011
#56: Sep 25th 2011 at 1:21:16 PM

-The following is a journal entry: its owner is no one less the Director of the Gethic Hand himself, Vinsin Vancore.-

I have been considering the constant reports of Gethic lose. To the north the Poseidonian landing is facing little to not resistance as my own troops fail to take the railway which have fallen to hard times. General Seth Wright and his allied divisions are being slowed down. The only fortune is the planed stealth bomber raid to drop off nerve gas may allow Marshal Nero Green and his warriors to escape the underbelly of Zedong, hopefully giving us troops who suffering may be teaches to conscripts to make them stronger.

The south is a tale of fortune and disaster. As idiotic he can be this Emperor Dude has proven some use: he has given the Moddeins, my former people who dare turned against my intelligent design, a new front. My forces are also proving a provider of nightmares to this commander who is trying so hard to pass through my land. However, the Moddeins now have discovered my attempts to hack into the Analean Rods of God, causing problems for my plans to ensure that I could offer a new peace treaty to the invaders... at their expense. The other issue Moddeir grants I is the reinforcements on the way to booster the efforts of the commander’s legion, including some “hawked hedgehogs” that suppose to be a counter to my own hawk guards. How I desire to punch every face of the Moddein war council which dares challenges me once more.

Still efforts are good. Mr Shire has informed me that War Duff should be able to set newer defences around my throne of power to allow better protection. Still... I am wondering whether or not to retreat again but this is not the Moddein Civil War: I have a nation now. Hopefully Shaadik and Starbuckia can prove their efforts, granting the relief needed for my armies.

Your thanks for knowing my thoughts o journal of knowledge.

V.W.Vancore.

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#57: Sep 25th 2011 at 1:24:27 PM

Meanwhile, in Lacallière's War room, the President is attending an important meeting with his officers.

So, Mr Jenkins, what news from the front? Have our Scud missiles reached their targets yet?

Intelligence estimates that the missiles that haven't been destroyed by the ennemie's counter-measures, about 40%, should devastate the Gethic Hand's shores pretty soon.

Excellent, excellent, Mr.Jenkins. Now, I want you to order new missile strikes. This time, aim for Poseidonia's industrial zones and civilian districts to...

But, sir, that would be against...

I KNOW IT very well, Mr. Jenkins. I am aware of what I am ordering. We must terrify this population. Make them lose all envy of fighting a war against an invisible ennemy that they can't reach. We will bomb them until they are sick of trying to live in debris and ashes and they beg us on their knees for peace.

Yes, sir. Of course, sir.

About the air lift, how is it going?

We have 3 infantry divisions, about 30,000 men, and a mechanised division, about 250 tanks and their supporting units, ready to begin transportation to the Geth's territory. We estimate complete deployment should be achieved in 2 days.

Good. You may dispose for today, Mr.Jenkins.

Aie aie, Sir.

edited 25th Sep '11 1:30:06 PM by OrangeSpider

The Great Northern Threadkill.
Ailedhoo Heroic Comedic Sociopath from an unknown location Since: Aug, 2011
#58: Sep 25th 2011 at 1:51:03 PM

-The following is a coded message to the Moddein front commander who has recently been force to separate from the main group.-

To Commander [INFOMATION CLASSIFIED]

Although you had been separated from your main troops, you are in a advantage. You are near Caardee, back bone of the manufacturing power of the War Duff Corporation. It supplies arms to the Gethic forces via railroad and airlines.

We are issuing a group of commandos and Shadow Dragoons lead by Cornel Yana Bearskins. As we cannot commence a full assault against the industrial settlement we can hinder the operation of Mr Shire by destroying the bridges that allow the rail lines to supply the main forces, as well as with aid of a hacker trusted to you to switch the Gethic SAM sites under your control so not only can our Steel Phoenix Jet Bombers can attack the airport, they will not fear the Hawk Guards.

Your second objective is a more... moral notion. You are near the infamous work camp Surral. This gulag holds several militant leaders along with poor souls forced to work to their deaths, including several Gethic officers that were not directly purged. As well as the moral victory from raiding this camp and allowing a prisoner revolt to succeed, the officers and militant leaders will provide a uprising that will sure or not cause Vancore much problems.

In the name of the Federation you must guide the commandos their victory.

By Moddeir’s founders.

Field Marshal Catherin Reid.

edited 25th Sep '11 1:51:33 PM by Ailedhoo

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#59: Sep 25th 2011 at 2:46:11 PM

The Sergeant was looming over the young, scarred prisoner in the dimly lit room.

You know why you are here, son, don't you?

Because I plunged my knife deep between one of your men's ribs?

The soldier smirked, and slapped the prisoner in the face twice.

No, you insolent little prick. You are here because the CEO of a company I am not supposed to name was interested in you and your little gang of bloody punks. If I were the one to decide what should happen to you, i'd put you on your knees, fire a bullet in your neck, piss on your body and let it to rot. But luckily for you, a rich and powerful man that happens to be my employer thought that you and your friends could stop being a pain in Shaadik's mighty ass and prove you're worth more than the bullet we'd use to execute you.

Cut the shit already and tell me what you want.

You and all your gangbangers little friends will be sent to a military boot-camp. You'll be trained in the fine art of war, and offered a chance to redeem yourself.

So what? You gonna be my officer or something?

The Sergeant cackled madly.

Heck no, son. No mercenary from Maxtopia would ever accept to do what you're going to do.

And what AM I exactly supposed to do?

You'll be dropped behind ennemy lines and do the only thing you know : wreak havoc and terrorize civilians.

The young boy finally looked up straight in the soldier's eyes and smiled, showing a wide collection of golden teeth and the tattoo of an orange spider on his left cheek:

Allright, then.

edited 25th Sep '11 6:18:27 PM by OrangeSpider

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#60: Sep 25th 2011 at 6:03:58 PM

"TREBUCHET is coming online again for the next group of naval operations, your majesty." The Chief of Naval Operations says as she stands in front of the Emperor's desk. "The INS Felara and her attending fleet will be launching naval operations against the enemy detachments. "

The Felara is the flagship of the Imperial Navy, a supercarrier with a complete battle group positioned around her. Rarely did she enter the fray; it signaled dangerous times indeed for the Imperial Navy to be willing to bring her out.

"Is TREBUCHET completely operational again?" The Emperor asks, without looking up from his desk. He is writing a letter. The Chief of Naval Operations does not answer immediately, instead trying to look at the letter without being obvious. Realizing that she has paused unnecessarily, she quickly collects herself and answers.

"Yes, your Majesty. The array has been completely rearmed and is prepared for service on command." The Chief of Naval Operations swept a cursory glance across the Emperor's desk as he spun in his chair, seemingly looking for something behind him. There is clutter—papers, kick-knacks, and pictures—and as she looks, she realizes that she's really searching for the letter.

It isn't there. Perhaps the military's measurement of the Emperor as a slow-acting social-minded meritocrat who kept his nose out of the military and let the leaders handle it is an underestimate. She would talk to her fellow Chiefs of Staff. Perhaps—if only a possibility, it would be intriguing—the Emperor could be more involved in military matters after all.

The Emperor spins back around to face her, and she adopts a passive look. No need to betray thoughts to the head of the military. Especially not thoughts that may easily be interpreted as insulting. "Plan it out, make it happen. I'll deal with the politicians, but I want this war ended, promptly."

He turns back around and begins to shuffle papers. The Chief of Naval Operations smiles. He is turning about to be an interesting leader indeed.


"Wendigo testing went smoothly, sir. The Analeans have no clue what we have." The Colonel stood in the room—dark as it was—with his arms folded and legs at shoulder-width. The man he was addressing stood at the edge of the room, looking out a wide picture window. On the streets below, the sound of everyday life drifted up, muffled by the window, but still just barely audible.

"Good. Approve it for production."

The Colonel was taken aback. "Sir... we haven't done enough field testing yet. That one engagement isn't going to be good enough for—"

"Approve it." The Colonel raised an eyebrow, and then, without another word, he turned on heel and made his way out of the room.

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#61: Sep 26th 2011 at 12:39:03 AM

-Inside the Peoples Defence Ministry in the Gethic capital of Troyn, a meeting room which blends the relics of kings of old with the command operation screens and databases of new is being occupied by five figures. Vancore sits at the far end of the table, focusing on the screen which depicts photos of the ongoing war against those enemies of the Gethic. Seated to his right are Grand Marshal Thyng and the head of the Forgotten Eye, Grand Inquisitor Maria Haul. Seated to Vancore’s left are Robert Shire; chairman of War Duff and the chief atomic straightest Owen Pire.-

Vancore: Attack success of General Wright?

Thyng: Slowly sir. He is moving but facing heavy resistance and greater numbers then we had expected. I am sending troops from my division to air drop into the lines but even then the taste of victory is far from us. With hordes of the north there is also the militant threat in the south with the Moddeins.

Vancore: I guess the report of splitting the Moddein line is not good enough for my efforts then. Commence the following notion: for emergencies we should begin the conscription of more troops... takes them from industries not related to the war effort and begin to send out own militants if needed.

Shire: Sir that would mean a more chaotic army to control... along with damage to the economy which supports our efforts.

Vancore: In that case; make the age of conscription three years younger than it is and have Mr Shire hire enough mercenaries for our cause.

Shire: Sir we do all respect; I am a man of money, not of miracles. I will not able to afford your request. Still as you can see from my report production is going too planed but we are still going to need more Shaadik weapons if we are going too...

-at this point a advisor in what can be described as “smart causal” clothing enters the room, moves quickly and whispers into the ears of Vancore, before the figure then moves out of the room.-

Vancore: By the way Mr Shire.... how is production at your plants at Caardee?

Shire: As planed! We should be setting more mongooses and dread catapults on the battlefield soon.

Vancore: Good... will War Duff be able to deliver the goods now that the... bridges been destroyed, the airfield burned to sunders and the roads blocked by escaped militants?

Shire: We will begin... what?!

Pire: I guess your “defence shield of tomorrow” you deployed around your plants have failed to stop a Moddein assault.

Shire: I guess we were overwhelmed....

Haul: Actually I know of what happened: during the attack Surral was raided by a Moddein forces, causing the prisoners to flee. Reports show it was a team of only 53 commandos and Shadow Dragoons: trained but a low number compared to the 1200 troops we stationed at Caardee, including 100 vanguards!

Vancore: You knew of this?

Haul: Yes: in fact 12 of the 17 Moddein casualties were by my field agents that were guarding Surral. I have set some of our own militants against the prisoners now and have discovered that Moddeir wishes to repeat this attack on our nationalist weapon and nerve gas plants at Loghan, where we are field testing the new Cape buffalo tanks. I have set 300 field agents to help our defenses, as well as warned General John Fade about the assault against his settlement.

Vancore: Then I will issue a batch of vanguards from the first division to assist. Thyng; I want you to get tell the new Grand Admiral Hector Joy to keep an eye on the coast near Loghan, incase Moddeir or her allies decide to aid the assault via the sea.

edited 26th Sep '11 4:43:04 AM by Ailedhoo

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#62: Sep 26th 2011 at 6:04:54 AM

(It is mid afternoon of the second day of the assault, and the flags of Lower and Upper Poseidonia fly high over the Gethic port city.)

"Admiral Kalkis, this is General Tarkus. We have secured the port, and are ready to begin landing tanks and heavy equipment in the port."

"About time. You're late, Tarkus."

"We were not expecting resistance to be so fanatical. Its a mess of bodies here admiral; the Gethic forces fought to the last man. Our casualties are minimal, but we still lost 354 hundred men in the assault along the beach. If I had proceeded any faster our casualties would have been far heavier; as it is, artillery did most of the work. Our path is-"

"Admiral, missiles on the radar!"

"More planes?"

"No sir, ICBM! Dozens of them, coming in to impact on our positions in the port... and some of them are coming this way!"

"Damn it, scramble the fighters, we need to shoot those missiles down! And if we don't, we need to get our planes off the runways so they don't go down with our carriers!"

"Admiral, should we get the troops ashore?"

"Absolutely not. Tarkus and his men are dead; those missiles will devastate anything that isn't under thirty feet of concrete. If anyone survives it'll be dumb luck."

"Admiral, thats over 20,000 men scattered along the length of the beachhead!"

"Well there isn't anything we can do about that is there? Except shooting down those missiles before they hit, now get a move on!"

(The Upper Poseidonian airforce scrambles and attempts to intercept the missiles, many of them being shot down, but of the missiles shot at the Poseidonian part of the front, seven find their target. A cry of dismay goes up as the port is hit twice, indiscriminately killing Gethic civilians and Poseidonian forces alike. 14,826 men, almost the entirety of the force used to take the port, die in the blast. A further 7,624 are killed or maimed along the beach head, including 2,459 Lower Poseidonian front-line infantry. Further disaster falls upon the fleet, as the Flanker 66, the second-most important carrier, is struck by a missile, and is sunk instantly. Almost the entire ships crew of 5400 men is lost, along with 57 planes, primarily bombers, that had yet to be scrambled, and 124 pilots and 554 reserve pilots are lost. Thankfully the runway is preserved, and the rest of the day is spent trying to repair makeshift port facilities to allow armour to be landed on the shores. Over 20,000 military personnel and an equal number of civilians die in one poisoned moment, an event that is soon to echo out along the entire Moddeiran front.)

If I was too brutal or too lenient about the effect of the Shaadik missile attacks, or have something wrong, please tell me in discussion. I wanted the attack to be as devastating as a conventional missile attack might well be in reality, but I figured that with 200 missiles fired along an entire front, the attack would probably not cripple the Poseidonian army and navy; just punch a big hole in it.

edited 26th Sep '11 6:07:48 AM by GameChainsaw

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Ailedhoo Heroic Comedic Sociopath from an unknown location Since: Aug, 2011
#63: Sep 26th 2011 at 9:18:35 AM

-Near the Gethic capital of Troyn lays the military complex of Fort Salvation. In this command centre Grand Marshal Thyng and Grand Inquisitor Haul are in a communication room in the underground section observing 3 screens. The left has screen General Fade who guards the city of Loghan. The right has General Wright whom has appears the screen is in a farm field, reporting inside a cottage. The middle screen has simple data and images.-

Thyng: I shall begin this meeting by repeating the good news all over the radio: Shaadik’s missiles have hindered the Poseidonian savages. Gethic civilian lost occur but this forgiven for a new chance is up for us.

Haul: Intelligence suggest that the enemy are still in control of the ports and are trying to bring their armour in.

Thyng: We need Wright to begin an assault now but we also need some heavy armour to deal with the likely armour are facing.

Fade: Which is why you be blessed that Logham has survived the Moddein commando assault and a railway is available for transporting the latest weapon of the Gethic hand. The Cape buffer tanks are bulky and slow but make up for it by having heavy armour and to go with their cannon a rocket launcher, anti-air missiles and a rail gun for infantry. As you can see via the screen it is also designed to parade through streets with great glory! Muhahaha! It is expensive to construct though and only 15 are ready for combat to be delivered and ordered around by my nephew Commander Gild Fade. Still these things will with our standard medium armoured Hippo tanks help us crush the bones of our foes.

Wright: I guess these tanks will take time to arrive though considering this railroad ends 5 miles from the main battle site. Plus I sense fuel is going to be needed for these beasts.

Thyng: Whatever is needed begin your assault on the Poseidonian position. Use your bombers to nerve gas the areas of the savages. Use one of the Gethic nuclear missiles we give permission to you to use if needed. What we want is to drive back the north so we can deal with the south.

Haul: Then we can talk about revenge via destroying Poseidonian settlements and conquering Moddeir.

Thyng: General Fade and General Wright; you are now dismissed and expected to report back once the battle is over. Now then Haul what is the situation about the hacking our enenmies’ space weapons again?

Haul: We will need to talk in a more... private area. Your office?

Thyng: Granted.

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#64: Sep 26th 2011 at 8:15:29 PM

"Run it again." The General of the Armies of Analea says, as the Chief of Army Operations, Chief of Naval Operations, and two dozen other members of Imperial Army High Command and Imperial Naval High Command look on.

"Yes, Sir." An officer says, typing in commands on his keyboard. The wall screen comes to life again, as high-quality render models of Analean naval elements move in battle formation against a shore. Enemy units fire against the ships, which return the attack in tandem.

The INS Herlan, a Broadsword-class battleship, fires it's two dual-cannon turrets, and the rendered water explodes as the hypersonic shells cut from ship to shore in near-real time. The batteries on the beach are then removed from view, as smoke and debris obscure them. The Herlan launches multiple cruise missiles from its back mounted vertical-launch units, and yet more solid strikes register on the enemy positions.

A trio of Shortsword-class frigates rushes the beach, closing to mid-range in the midst of hundreds of transport vessels. Three legions are present in the simulation—37,500 soldiers (12th, 33rd, and 25th Infantry Legions, Delta Corps, Third Field Army of Analea)—spread across 30 transport ships. The legions will shortly hit the beach, and Analea's finest marines and regular army troopers will strike an area of shoreline that, due partially to logistical blunders and partially due to naval unit placement, will be the weakest point in the enemy defenses during the planned invasion window.

The frigates fire their guns, providing close naval support. Enemy artillery responds in kind, and one of the frigates is struck with a glancing shot. Above, Arrowheads launch airstrikes with frightening regularity, while Spearhead tactical bombers pound away at the enemy defenses with thermobaric high-explosives.

Another shell hits the already-damaged frigate, this time directly. The ship lists, then fires off a parting shot before a magazine explodes on the starboard side. The assault presses on, regardless, and soon 24 of 30 troop transports reach the drop-off point. Like clockwork, troops begin exiting from the sides of the troop transports, as amphibious tanks roll up next to them, firing their 75mm cannons for covering fire.

The camera pans up, as the sky crackles a brilliant, bright purple. Less than a moment later, rounds from the TREBUCHET orbital striking arrays hit home, and more of the enemy defense line is punched through.

Operation: Leviathan proves yet again that it can succeed. Although the simulation continues on—reinforcements from another wave of troops comes in, and more naval combat occurs as enemy naval elements arrive to contest Analean naval superiority—the overall results of more than a hundred different tests, accounting for a wide variety of variables, is that the Analean Military can and, if all goes well, will win the invasion.

"Ladies and gentlemen of the jury," the Chief of Army Operations says, a slight smile playing across his face, "let's open another front, shall we?"


In Dentallia, a would-be king looked over his intelligence reports. The Analean Military High Command thought that it can take on the Gethic Hand and Shaadik if it put real military force—not just secondary strikes from afar—into the affair.

Good. Very good. They would be distracted, then, when he put his own plans in motion.


In the Analean Military Intelligence Office, a senior analyst looks over the data. Something is wrong. Something is very wrong.

TREBUCHET has been infiltrated. Calls are made, and, secretly, MIO analysts reach an overwhelming conclusion:

Analean national and military security has been breached.

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#65: Sep 26th 2011 at 9:03:18 PM

Despite the early hour and the darkness, the runway was filled to the brim with activity.

Hundreds of perfectly aligned maxtopians mercenaries were finishing to embark inside the gigantic T-98 'Fat Bears' transport planes, as ammo loaders and mechanics were running around, doing last minute check-ups and adjustments on the fighter planes.

By 4:45 a.m, all planes were set to go.

It was an amazing feat that the leader of Fight Group 1, Charles Baradais, managed to stay put on his seat and not ridiculously squirm around, given how excited he was.

Finally, after years of being envied by the other branches of Shaadik's military as 'spoiled brats', he'll hopefully see some combat again to prove his worth.

Well, there was also the thrice as large wartime-paycheck, but Charles tried to keep that thought at bay. He wasn't like these disgusting, foreign 'soldiers of fortune', fighting only for money. He was in the Air Force because he believed in Shaadik's undeniable right to freedom and duty to civilise the world.

He didn't let his thoughts drift away for too long, and he was soon chattering over the integrated communication system with his squadmates. He had confirmation that his group was fully operationnal under 20 seconds.

He switched canals and did the same check-ups, but this time with the other group Leaders.

This is Leader One, Fight Group 1 is ready to go. Leaders Two, Three, Four and Five, report.

Leader Two, ready to go.

Leader Three, same here.

Leader Four, let's kick some ass.

Leader Five, ready.

Allright. Leader Bear, are you all-set?

Affirmative, Leader One.

Excellent. Leader Two, you open the way. The Bears will be on your tail and we'll follow soon after. Figures indicates we shouldn't be in ennemy controled air before 6 hours. We are working on protocol 9 from now on. Good luck, everybody.

After some final exchanges with Control, Operation: Icarus finally begun.

edited 26th Sep '11 9:06:38 PM by OrangeSpider

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#66: Sep 26th 2011 at 9:14:23 PM

Three men stand in the Imperial Center of Chrysanthia. A parade goes by, the military at its head. Tens of thousands are present, cheering on their leader and his military as hundreds of tanks and thousands of soldiers file by, decorated and in dress uniform.

The three men are in different parts of the crowd, but one thing unites them all: they are armed.

The first one pulls his pistol, takes aim—even as those around him scream—and begins to fire. A woman jumps forward, pulling the man's arm down even as he does so, and screams rise from the crowd as the muffled sound of a suppressed .45 pistol goes off...

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#67: Sep 26th 2011 at 11:01:23 PM

Completely oblivious to the dangerous numbers of troops being unloaded into the theatre by Shaadik, and as yet uninformed by Analean command of the ongoing invasion into Shaadik, the Upper Poseidonians have spent the last two days repairing the harbour facilities and unloading enough armour to begin pushing in. The once vulnerable beach head is now a fortress of make-shift trenches, temporary bunkers, and shored up fortifications. Nonetheless, they have assembled enough forces to begin to expand the beach head into Gethic territory proper. Due to an attempt to mask their own intentions, the Upper Poseidonian airforce has not flown any sorties beyond routine patrol sorties to avoid being surprised by missiles. Many of the Upper Poseidonian forces are almost permanently in full gas protection gear, only exposing themselves when they go to the latrine. The army is on full alert, and has reorganised after the harrowing events of the last day.

"We've managed to get over 100,000 Upper Poseidonians and 75,000 Lower Poseidonians ashore, along with a thousand armoured units. So far, no resistance."

"This isn't good..."

"What isn't, commander?"

"My predecessor was expecting daily counter-attacks to try to push us back into the sea. Yet the Gethic haven't responded. Are they overawed by our military might, or is something else going on we aren't aware of?"

"General Borent... or, should that now be Field Marshall Borent in regards to your predecessors unfortunate demise two days ago... this is Admiral Kalkis. At this point, I understand that you are ready to begin pushing into Gethic territory. Originally, I held supreme command of joint Army and Navy operations in securing the beach head, in consultation with Upper Poseidonian air command and as delegated by... our masters back home." (The admirals tone darkens significantly; he's obviously referring to the Lower Poseidonian admiralty) "However, now that we are on the ground, you have full command of operations; we are at your disposal, with the exception of troop transport; Game Chainsaw retains authority over the allocation of reinforcements and has not, currently, seen fit to expand our operations here until we have pressed at least fifty miles into Gethic Hand territory, barring exceptional resistance. You'll be given resources according to your progress. Game Chainsaw is very much aware that this is a foreign venture; he will not tolerate excessive losses, especially this early on. So, for the moment, you have command of our standing army. If needed and merited, Game Chainsaw will allocate you men from our reserves. What will you do next commander?"

"I'm going to organise our tank columns, and begin to disrupt enemy border operations. I'm allocating a force of 20,000 men and 50 tanks, all that were allocated to the Moddeir theatre, to begin to press south against the enemy forces in the Daase; this is where the enemy field army is operating primarily against our allies the Moddeirans. We should be able to wrap up their main line. I'm also going to start sending the 40,000 infantry and the remaining 950 tanks, 95% of our assigned tanks to that region, to form Army Group Border, under the command of General Tughyuk. They'll start to press along the length of the Moddeiran border, aiming for the nearest major border towns and securing the surrounding roads, to form a shield round the Moddeiran border and permit Moddeiran entry to Gethic territory."

"Those are the two least crucial fronts barring the north. The capital is close by, why not press straight there?"

"Admiral, thats not according to doctrine. The capital is where we are focussing the majority of our forces, including most of our armour. I intend to start to strike home in that direction soon. But if we appear to dither in the borderlands, we will draw Gethic forces south, and tie up their best forces holding back our armoured punch in the south. They will be completely unprepared for 2000 tanks and 80,000 infantry tearing up the roads to their capital."

"Very well commander... I trust you want air cover?"

"Yes, but don't fly beyond our lines. Our infantry have some limited anti-aircraft fire; we may as well coordinate our efforts."

"Just don't shoot down any of our planes. Good luck, commander. This is Admiral Kalkis, out."

(Borent looks out at the lines of tanks and men moving south towards the Daase and borderlands, many of whom are in desert combat fatigues. He smiles grimly.)

"Tarkus made the mistake of being too slow in his maneuvers. I will not make his mistakes in a misplaced regard for my mens welfare. The only merciful war is a quick one, and I will crush the Gethic Hand within weeks, not months..."

The term "Great Man" is disturbingly interchangeable with "mass murderer" in history books.
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#68: Sep 26th 2011 at 11:54:35 PM

-These two emails were tracked down by hackers in league with a Dentallian socialist militant group. The first is Moddein, the second is Gethic.-


To Admiral William Bleak of our Federal navy.

The Analean Empire has entered the arena of war. It is our duty of thanks for them coming to aid our cause that we send some of our weapons and trained phoenixes to their front line. Your mission is of diplomatic importance: I sense we come to the next War Council session that we will likely see you being suggested as a runner up against my position. A worthy electoral foe indeed!

Your convoy guarded by 12 destroyers, 3 cruisers and 5 submarines with is the guarding the following, carried via 6 transport ships and your very own air craft carrier: 7 flocks of war phoenixes, 50 Moddein jeeps, 34 Dragon Breath flame tanks, 20 of the newest model of our Panther stealth tanks, 30 Steel Phoenix Jet Bombers and 30 Hawked Hedgehogs. You will also be transporting 100 Shadow Dragoons to provide advance guerrilla operations and 400 militants that are trained to help set up the populist against the Shaadik government.

In completion of this mission you will find yourself a hero and so as a grand blessing from me.

Grand Admiral Alexander Vide, servant to the founders.


To the catcher in the rye. Cornel Peter Light.

Your operations have proven to be going smoothly but I owe a change of plans: you have both an additional objective and a change in targets for when you hack into the Rods of God system.

Primal: you are now required after you set the space systems to link our links at Fort Salvation to deploy a virus on the Analean ICBM systems, allowing us hinder the aim of our foes’ nuclear archers.

Secondary: The 5 targets have been revised. Remember: commence these just as you begin the transferring of the control of the space weapons from imperial control to Gethic control.

The Palace of the Analean Emperor: changes have not been made for this symbolic target.

Camp Orwell: has been changed: the Moddein war target is now their primal base in our territory.

Poseidonian flagship near our shores: still not changed.

A random shot at the Poseidonian capital: as it is now underground we suggest you aim at their main port instead.

Moddeydhoo’s Moment of the Founders: despite a symbolic victory we could gain here it is changed to a more... practical target: the Moddein Grand Council primal building, the Hall of Representation.

Cautionary: as you know agents of The Empire and of the socialist federation which turned its back on the Director are after you. When you commence your night storm to access the computer terminals is prepared to proceed with caution: a recent crowd shooting may have issued some added difficulty for you because more guards are now deployed for you get pass through.

Glory to the Director who relies on this mission to provide a peace deal to his enemies.

The voice of the immortal. Grand Inquisitor Maria Haul.

edited 27th Sep '11 1:49:51 AM by Ailedhoo

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#69: Sep 27th 2011 at 5:23:25 AM

-In the Peoples Defence Ministry, the main command room was dominated by one subject matter on the screen: Poseidonian forces marching through Gethic land. Vancore was seated in panic at the end of the table with Grand Marshal Thyng, Grand Inquisitor Haul and Field Marshal Lax Leper on the right side, while on his left sat Robert Shire, Owen Pire and the “smart causal dressed” advisor who was Doctor Cha Zen.-

Vancore: THIS WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN! General Wright and his legion were supposed to attack the Poseidonian army before they started deploying on our soil! What the Hell happened?!

Leper: We all respect sir but our reports show that Wright was hesitant in attacking. He is waiting for an opportunity to ambush...

Vancore: AN OPERTUNITY TO AMBUSH?! Well he has the chance... AGAINST AN ENTIRE HORDE!

Thyng: I given order for Wright to begin an attack a few moments ago and instructed him to use a nuclear warhead if needed. I am afraid though that the northern front has... expanded in attempt to contact the south...

Haul: Intelligence reports show that the Moddein forces may be receiving reinforcements from the Poseidonian armies. They are likely trying to surround and exhaust our forces...

Thyng: Commander Gild Fade’s Cape buffer tank squadron are likely to lose their battle now the railway he is on is nearing the likely horde of invaders...

Shire: But I heard General John Fade has developed around 100 more of these tanks and preparing more so...

Zen: 100? That will not do.

Leper: But it is the best we...

Haul: The doctor is right: reports show that around over thousand armoured vehicles have landed. Our medium tanks around the area may end up outnumbered. For infantry an issue occurs too: even if we were to conscripted 2 million along with more clones to our army we still got better trained troops on our enemies side...

Vancore: Then lower their number! Nerve gas the enemy!

Shire: That would be possible but... we will not be able to produce enough nerve gas to deal significant blows to the countless infantry that have landed... maybe nuclear weapons may be...

Pire: Nuclear strikes would not be the greatest of things to use here. It would result us as being seen as a herd of villains governed by a Complete Monster. We need to set half of our reserves to deal with the north...

Zen: The main issue is what they are planning: I fear going full defence would starve us! We need to be more aggressive! I suggest we send several of our reserves to Logham and increase production of our armoured units. This is needed for the sovereignty of our great land.

Leper: Maybe we should also consider a peace deal...

Vancore: I heed to Zen’s words and will organise the population to be ready to fight off the invaders to the last warrior. As for Leper’s agreement: only if the continued assault of Moddeir is permitted I would allow.

Haul: It would also be good that we commence peace deals once we succeed in hacking into the Rods of God, allowing us to threaten...

Zen: Threat cause violence: we should have things to back our words but we must prepare to take costs in order to allow Vancore to govern his state.

Voncore: Then... send word to Poseidonians that we will not stop attacking Moddeir but if they wish we can arrange for a... treaty that will supply both Poseidonias with our economic forces. If they refuse... attempt to nerve gas their army and launch an assault against them, while commence emergency conscription.

Zen: I will go and meet the leaders of the Poseidonian military forces myself.

Vancore: I will ensure you some vanguards to protect you as you use your diplomatic immunity to meet these leaders...

edited 27th Sep '11 6:01:44 AM by Ailedhoo

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#70: Sep 27th 2011 at 9:02:58 AM

Waves crash as an Analean transport ship plows through the water. It and its brethren weather the sounding enemy artillery, as the ocean explodes with shots around them. Far behind them, a Broadsword—the INS Crath—fires its main guns, and aircraft above drop bombs and fire missiles at the shore.

The transport ships hit the beach as amphibious tanks make their way up it, taking machine gun hits left and right. The doors are kicked open and soldiers immediately file out, taking fire as they do. Sergeant Ray Lethan hits the water—almost two feet deep—and immediately starts for shore. A man next to him takes a bullet, and he moves over to him, grabbing the man before bringing him forward with him.

The enemy is faltering, it seems, as the sky breaks and TREBUCHET unleashes a deathblow of kinetic bombardment. Still, the firing yet comes. An Arrowhead hits the shore down the beach, exploding and taking several legionaries with it. Lethan goes forward anyhow, leaving the injured man by a pair of medics.

He takes a deep breath, and then charges up the beach, alongside the countless fellow legionaries which make up his battalion. More of Analea's troops hit the shore, but his only goal is to silence the artillery, through any means necessary.

It was going to be a long day indeed.


A man is thrown into a chair in a dark room. "What the fuck?" he says, angrily, and a light is turned on in his face.

"Who the fuck are you?" He asks. The other man in the room—tall, wearing all black—does not respond at first.

After a few moments' pause: "Unimportant, Mr. Light."

"What the hell does 'unimportant' mean—" he stops talking as a gun is shoved in his face.

"You can't do that, I'm protected by international treaties! Spies don't just get executed."

The man with the gun leans forward and smiles. Though he is still in the shadows, Light can see his teeth and the way the light plays off them.

Then the man pulls the trigger.

edited 27th Sep '11 9:03:44 AM by USAF713

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Ailedhoo Heroic Comedic Sociopath from an unknown location Since: Aug, 2011
#71: Sep 27th 2011 at 9:51:45 AM

-Cha Zen is leaving the capital city of Troyn, heading north to the Poseidonian controlled area. In the jeep he is sitting between two very tall vanguards, both cornels. Both these guards, Hector Zane and Joe Moth, have their helmets off but gas masks remaining on. A white flag flaps on the pole of the jeep as oppose to the usual blue Gethic flag. A Forgotten Eye field officer is driving the jeep-

Driver: You are sure that the Poseidonians will listen to your demands?

Zen: They have to listen for only a dead figure would not listen to the words of reason.

Zane: The concern though is more of “will they let us into their territory?”

Moth: Fear not! HQ is sending a signal to the Poseidonians that an envoy on his way with two bodyguards. If they try to take out Zen then we will gun down as many as possible in revenge.

Zen: I am... pleased about your commitment. I pray that General Wright does not get panicked and attacks us while we still in dialog. Hope is that there will be no attack for the deal must come.

Moth: By the way we packed a camera in the luggage to ensure that our meeting is observed and that if they try to take you prisoner we know whether or not to send in the nerve gas.

Zane: Please....no talking of nerve gas on a diplomatic mission... we are defenders, not murderers.

Zen: All who go to war murders! It is the matter of who gets murdered.


-Meanwhile near the Shaadik cost, the Moddein transport fleet headed by Admiral William Bleak. The Moddein officer watches the commotion occurring at the land as the Analeans begin their operation. The aircraft’s carriers captain, Yen Zhao, comes up to give report to the Admiral.-

Zhao: We are nearing the site of drop off. We will soon send the signal to the Analeans to set them know that back up has arrived.

Bleak: Good. Do our Shadow Dragoons know about their first mission?

Zhao: They have been briefed. They will go in behind enemy lines and help sabotage the Shaadik defences. Meanwhile the militants will be watched by the dragoons as they head off to the Shaadik settlements to begin rising the people against the local government.

Bleak: Then prepare ourselves for this is going to one grand adventure!

Zhao: By the way HQ called: the Gethic Hand’s attempt to hack into the Rods of God has been... dealt with.

Bleak: Then the people of Moddeir can sleep well knowing that Vancore is being forced into his shell.

edited 27th Sep '11 9:52:23 AM by Ailedhoo

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#72: Sep 27th 2011 at 10:14:05 AM

"Operation: Lightning Rod has commenced, sir." The Dentallian Colonel said. The man he spoke to lit a cigar with a lighter, and for a moment a profile of his face was visible against the flame. Then, it was gone, and the room was back to dark.

"Good. What is the Empire doing now?"

"They've launched their 'Leviathan' offensive. The Moddeins are looking to get in the way. May through Analean unit coherence off-balance. They aren't used to working with such... exotic technology."

"Will they win?"

"Possibly; I couldn't say, as the variance of weapons of mass destruction comes into play."

"Very well. Keep me informed on the situation."

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#73: Sep 27th 2011 at 11:40:23 AM

"Sir, we have a transmission from the Gethic."

"I see. Have they come to the table?"

"In a manner of speaking. The transmission was sent through Gethic military channels. Apparently the negotiator is approaching us in a jeep, flying a white flag."

"I see. I'm sure I'll hear just how they managed to communicate with us when our radio channels were encrypted soon enough. For the moment, send out a motorised escort. Do not delay the advance. If we have not settled these negotiations in the four hours we need to finish preparing for operation Dazed Daase, start advancing on the Gethic positions. This Gethic negotiator will learn that Game Chainsaw does not permit the wasting of his time. We'll send word back home if he has anything worthwhile to say... but I doubt it."

"Stalling tactic?"

"Either that or its a fringe lunatic. If the leadership of the Gethic Hand wished to come to terms, the message would have reached Poseidonian High Command, or even the Poseidonian head of state back at Tritonopolis. They would not have contacted our command post, in the middle of ongoing military operations, and sent one man in a jeep to conduct negotiations, so frankly, I wouldn't set too much store by these "peace talks."

The term "Great Man" is disturbingly interchangeable with "mass murderer" in history books.
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#74: Sep 27th 2011 at 12:02:09 PM

-Zen paces the legions of Gethic forces under the command of General Wright, whom as agreed is on standby in case the talks do not go to plan. The jeep nears Poseidonian territory, seeing the masses of troops across the cost. As the jeep nears Zen talks to his vanguards-

Zen: When we get near, they will likely sent some troops to escort me. I would issue them that you two may come along. You may both be required by them to stay behind. I want you though to come with me: to both record this event as witnesses and... to show imposing message of what they may face if they continue their invasion.

Zane: Should you have set out normal officials as oppose to... vanguards?

Zen: As I said: while this peace deal is of economic means it is also of a warning. Thee who wants peace must prepare to war so it is needed I bring representatives of the defenders of the Gethic Hand with me.

Moth: When we deploy I will be the one carrying the camera. Remember: if they try to kidnap you Wright will know quickly and begin the rescue mission.

Zane: Let us focus on trying to get a successful diplomatic mission first...


-Meanwhile in the Peoples Defence Ministry in Troyn-

Haul: -talking to the phone- What? Yes? So? I see... I will inform the Director of this... –puts phone down.-

Leper: What happened?

Haul: Our hacker team has been captured. Light is being questioned.

Leper: We will send a replacement squad?

Haul: No... Not at least till we see what Zen’s mission will provide us.

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#75: Sep 27th 2011 at 12:12:02 PM

(Shortly afterwards, a large, unarmoured troop carrier arrives, in the form of what is more or less a large truck. A full squadron of Upper Poseidonian soldiers pile out. A corporal marches out of the ranks.)

"Greetings. Mr Zen, is it? I am Corporal Narvik. Me and my squadron will escort your jeep to our command centre. It is around a half hours drive from here. We would request you leave your guard behind, they will not be necessary. Barring any kind of sabotage or act of war, you will be safe. Is this understood? Do you have any objections?"

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