Lutnblaag, MV: Shots ring out all over the city as Loyalist and Militarist forces fight for domination. President Lui Karkov and about half the Cabinet have fled to nearby Tolomakia for asylum and have set up a Government-in-Exile. General Antonin Vlatvja, a former Cabinet member, has muscled in and named himself President and is now exering control through the military. Rebellious forces have forced through into Vajana, taking several retreating military units by surprise. The the Revolution has even spread to the city of Dzrebo in the Molvanjan Alps. General Vlatvja and his armies continue to fight against the swelling seperatist armies. That is the current situation.

OOC: Hey, ill make maps and stuff of the battlezone and progress of Edessian Troops.

Edessian Digitized Special Forces Commander "Malkovich" a cyborg infused with the body of a persian gulf war veteran commander. The EDSF will prevail over the rebel forces. But, this will not be an easy fight. The enmy is large, in control of the area, and has intimate knowledge of the terrain. What they dont have is our superior stealth capabilities and meshing of man and machine. They also dont possess the strategic prowess granted by such a mix, but that's not to say we should under-estimate them. Do not under-estimate your enemy, no matter how inferior they seem, or superior, enemies, especially ordinary people make mistakes, get lucky and so on. "Malkovich" Turns to his left, and faces the entire crowd of EDSF troops, this particular group an element of the Edessian Second Army. He raises his right fist into the air "Edessia Forever!" the crowd responds by heroically raising their fists into the air reply the same in a large hurrah manner.

3 Days later. Eastern Molvanja, Nukritusk, a medium sized village with strategic access to a large national power plant.

*Whhhhhhheeeeeeeeee.....BOOOM!!* *Whhhhhhheeeeeeeeee....BOOOM!!* "This is first sargent Adams, we are taking heavy artillery bombardment, we are in need of *bang bang bang* *HISSSSSSSSS* *radio static ensues*

"Damnit! men, we are losing control of the area! fight harder! if you cant do it, i'll find someone else who can! send three Mech's towards that position, we have to re-inforce the line!!" Screams Captain O'Reilly from his perch on the top of his hover tank.

"Rebel forces spotted sir, they're everywhere!"

"Dont worry Malowski; with the mechs on their way, we wont have much to worry about in 20 minutes or so."

"Im worried what will happen in the mean time. Sir."

"Dont, but you will have something to worry about if you dont take your squad over that hill and take that hill for us."

"HOOAH! Sir!"

Sargent Malowski takes with him Pvt. Evans, Pvt. Garnet, Pvt. Allen, PFC. Yurkiw, and Crpl. Machowski and Crpl. Evans (brother of Pvt. Evans)

The terrain laid out is a large, but damaged and ruined warehouse ahead of the squad and some large piping laid down in front of it. The Concrete variety, able to hide men behind, if they croutched. directly in front of them and halfway downt he length of the warehouse is a deep construction pit, with materials scattered, as if it were in mid construction. Ahead of them, is the large hill with a rebel machine gun nest and on field radio and call post. To the left of the squad are rather tactically un-important areas. Such as flat areas with little cover beyond the construction zone.

"Squad! Fall in on me, here's the story, we ahve to elimanate opposition and hold the hill beyond the construction zone and blown out warehouse. To do so, I was thinking we could send ourselves into the warehouse, make sure it's unoccupied, set up a fire team of 3 men for suppressive and covering fire, to fire out of the warehouse, directly over the machine gun nest. It's hard suppressing a machine gun, but thats why we have explosive rounds in our weaponary, and Pvt. Allen and Pvt. Garnet will be operating the heavy machine gun they are carrying. But it wont be easy still. In the mean time while Allen and Garnet are holding them down, Yurkiw will be with them to make sure no one comes up behind and offer extra lines of fire. In the mean time, everyone else will use there shoulder mounted grenade launchers while we rush from the outside of the warehouse, going from the right side of it, running left, towards the nest. Remember, you dont have time to reload that thing, or enough stability while running to use it accurately with more then one shot, so no multi-shot. After that, we will engage the enemy in CQC (close quarters combat) about 3 to 5 feet away, even hand to hand range, and take out that nest, next we will kill all the radio operators, except 2, for information. Try to leave the higher level ones alive, if not, oh well, whatever. Alright men? any questions?"



TO BE CONTINUED

Meanwhile, in Lutnblaag...

"Target in sight. Prep for a potential Hot LZ, repeat Hot LZ. Chopper One takin' down cargo."

The first of three Hind attack helicopters descended to the roof of the Government Palace. The night was dark, and no stars or moon were visible. In the distance, shots could be heard popping all over the city as Militarists fought the Underground and rebels from the East.

"Lance Leader, on deck." reports a soldier. "Palace roof secured."
"Copy. Lance Three, check perimiter. Guards could be anywhere."
"Roger." Lance Three sprints to the side of the roof. "Pretty quiet."
"Stay alert. Move out!"

The six-man team on the roof cross to a service access door into the palace below. Lance Leader kicks the door off the hinges and leads the men into a darkened stairwell.

"Everyone, NightVision on. Radio silence unless you find somethin' important. Fan out and search every room."

The team moves out of the stairwell and into the hallways. Lance Leader proceeds to the Presidential Bedroom. It was empty. He proceeded to the next room.

Lance Two went in the other direction. He checked every room he came across. Most were simple museum display rooms. The next he checked was a security office, with camera banks. One guard slept at his post in the room, otherwise empty. For good measure, Lance Two unsheathed a tranquilizer needle and plunged it into the shoulder, before pitching it in the trash and moving on.

Lance Three moved stealthily along the massive Front Promenade, a cavernous hallway on the second floor lined with giant decorative windows. Street lights glared in, so he would have to be careful. He ducked into the shadow of a recessed door and unsheathed a silenced pistol. A single guard strolled by. Lance Three stood up and popped him three times in the back. The soldier hit the floor with a dull thud. Lance Three took the man's AK-47 and a few clips, before progressing to the next section.

In the control room, a guard comes by to relieve his comrade and notices that the door stands open. "Odd," he remarked to himself. The soldier pushed the door open and spied his colleague snoozing on the instrument banks. "Hey, Pasha, ya left the door open again. Wake up, lardass!" The guard pushed the sleeping man, and he fell to the floor. It was then that the guard noticed the puncture point on the man's shoulder. This alarmed him, and on closer examination of the room, he found the syringe. He immediately punched the Alert on the control bank.
"This is Unit 45 at station 2-B! We have a man down! Repeat, man down at 2-B!"

Alarms rang all over the building and the lights automatically activated. As soldiers hurried to the alert site, they happened upon the dead man lying in the halls.
"This is Unit 17. Man down in Front Promenade!"

Lance Team looked up and, independently, said "Oh, Hell."

To be cont...

"Our legions report they have secured the entire border the Malvonja on the Gurich and Perussia sectors. The rebels are mainly concerned wiping out loyalist forces from east to west as they secure the eastern provinces Brother Nikephoros."

"Excellent Brother Captain, now Fleet Admiral Diomedes and Air Commodore Stanciu...what of the transporting of the 15th-19th, 21st-23rd, 25th, and 26th legions to Perussia for the advance into Eastern Molvanja?"

Admiral: Our entire naval forces are committed towards transporting forces to others. Our carriers and MY flagship are running at no naval escort whatsoever with even our subs being used to transport supplies so you can have the 21st-23rd, and 25th legions on the Perussia-Molvanjan border within the next 12 hours! We're being stretched too thin attempting such a massive deployment in so short a time to so many areas at once. The others will be on their way but it will be quite some time for the others without committing other vessels already in operations to this one. Why are we even doing this? These nations showed they no longer wanted to remain part of the Commonweal- Nikephoros cut in

Nikephoros: Thank you Brother Admiral, Air Commodore?

Air Commodore: We are using every single tactical and strategic air lifter to move troops and supplies Perussian border and elsewhere. We are even using our Hinds and Hooks to bring troops directly onto the forward posts and have rented every available AN-124 from the Russians but you cannot expect us to move 100 000 soldiers in a week! Our air crews are being pushed to the limit attempting to keep these aircraft flyable since you ordered us to skip even critical maintainance on them until we are done. The Edessians are doing their part in restoring order and will likely succeed...why do we need to give assistance when "bringing order to the region" is taking all of our available manpower? It'll be a month at least before we complete moving the first wave of men.

Nikephoros: The Emperor wills us to assist the Maolvanjans and has contacted Edessian and loyalist Molvanjan forces to inform them of an upcoming assault to secure the eastern provinces. He may no longer have the power Tsars and Emperors once had, but he still has great influence on the Parliament, especially in military matters. Besides, it will give us an opportunity to test out our new technology when not fighting against guerilla tactics.

At any rate, Molvanja is a democracy, and a military regime is replacing it. We all know what that leads to. You have one week to complete deployment to Perussia. Commit what vessels and aircraft you need, even rent from the Americans if we get that desperate but get that sector done ASAP!

On the first floor of the Palace, Lance Four and Lance Five hid in a broom closet. They had ran like rabbits when the lights came on the alarms started ringing. They could hear the guards outside, tramping around, searching for them and the team.
"Guess radio silence is useless now, huh?" asked Lance Five.
"Yeah," answered Lance Four. "Guess so."
"Now what?"
"We finish the mission, or go out shootin'."

On the second floor, Lance Two hid in an air duct. He could see the medics hauling the watchman's limp, unconscious body from the control room. A soldier was giving orders.
"Search every room. Thoroughly. When you find the perpetrators, don't bother calling in. Kill them."

The soldiers took off in every direction. Lance Two called Lance Leader.
"Their comin' your way, sir."
"Roger that. Prepping for a firefight."
A chill ran through Lance Two. He wiggled back to the vent junction, and took a left. He had to give support to Lance Leader.

In the former Royal Drawing Room, Lance Three cursed himself for not hiding the dead guard. Shit, he thought, it wouldn't have made a difference. He cocked the AK-47 that he pawned off the dead man.
"What am I doing?" he thought aloud. "I'm hiding behind a couch! People are looking for me, and I have an assault rifle. How did I get myself into this?"
At that moment, the door to the Drawing Room burst open, and six soldiers tromped in.
"Search this room!" ordered the leader.
Lance Three clutched the rifle to his chest. He popped up from behind the couch and mowed down two men before anyone noticed him. The other four men wheeled around and began firing. Lance Three ducked, and rolled behind an easy chair. He popped up again to kill another. With three left, he was by no means out of the woods...
To be cont...

Sgt. Malowski looked around the area, he looked through his scope over the crater he was in, the warehouse seemed empty. Nothing here is what it seems, he knew that from his experience in Mostarvia. Suddenly, out of no where a shot rings out from the warehouse, and then followed by a loud PING! and a thud and moan behind him.

"Man down!! Man Down!! Its Yurkiw sir! he's hit!" Pvt. Evans exclaims in frantic panic.

"Shit! Not Yurkiw, how the hell will we patch him up! he's the medic!" Sgt. Malowski says under gritted teeth.

"Ok, Yurkiw, please, tell us, uh...uhh...how do we fix you...uhm uhm..." Was the wavering voice of a man forcing himself to remain calm, but not quite doing so. Crpl. Evans was trying to ask PFC. Yurkiw.

*ughh...*"Check for, check for wounds, penetration and exit wounds...it feels pretty dull right now..."

Crpl. Evans and Pvt. Evans turn him over to check for exit wounds first, then strip off his uniform and check the body armor.

Crpl. Evans exlaims loudly "Oh My God! would you look at that!"

Yurkiw replies "What?! oh god what?!"

Pvt. Evans takes a look and replies "Wow. would you look at that, so the techies were right, this new armor really does work, wow."

Yanks hard and pulls the .35 round out of the armor.

Sgt. Malowski replies "Thank god!" he says as he looks through his scope of his SMG trying to find the sniper and keeping a watch out for his squad.

"Sir, i spotted the sniper, he's under a pile of rubble on the upper platform inside the warehouse, its a narrow shot, but I think I can do it."

Excellent Crpl. Machowski, we shall set up a watch perimeter, make sure Yurkiw's ribs arent broken Private and Corporal Evans. "Sir!"

"They're fine sir! he says they're fine, he'd have different pain and trouble breathing if they were."

"Ok then."

Crpl. Machowski, steadies himself, all that is visible of his is the nozzle of his gun, he says a quick Hail Mary and lines himself up. "There is No Pain where Strength lies." He says to himself, exhales and fires. *Plip* is the sound made by his silenced rifle, and then a distance sliding noise and the sound of a rifle falling one floor in a warehouse.

"Alright men, Allen, Garnet, mobilize the MG and lets move you into the warehouse, Yurkiw, you will remain there with Allen and Garnet as planned, we dont need you getting hurt in the assault. Afterwards; come only whenw e call, same goes for you Allen and Garnet."

"hooah, sir!"

To be continued...

OOC*wait till tommorrow, when the Juicy assaulting action occurs!*OOC

We offer our support to Edessia and Slavic Byzantium by helpting to control the situation at the borders as best we can, but I'm sure you realise we have our hands full with a somewhat bigger problem. Our forces will intervene as soon as it is possible for them to do so.
OOC: In other words, once I get done with the NBC thing, I'll put my guys right into the thick of it. Just don't finish this before I can get involved, if you can, please.

REGGIO DI CALABRIA- Prime Minister Gianni Gargano announced today his support for Molvanjan insurgent leader, Antonin Vlatvja, amongst harsh international criticism. The PM, commonly called "Il Capo" by Sicilian citizens, announced that the Falangist Republic of the Two Sicilies will supply arms to the revolutionaries, as well as military advisors from le Due Sicilia's prestigious Falangist Republican Guard. When asked whether the Falangist Republic would supply troops, Gargano offered some reservations, stating that it would not be proper to have Italian blood spilled in this conflict. However, he did mention that it may become necessary for the Two Sicilies' interests to offer more military assistance if the situation in Molvanja worsened.

Although the extent to which the Two Sicilies have supplied arms to General Vlatja was not made public, rumors within the Sicilian military have cited that thousands of M16s, Israeli-made Galils, and other automatic weapons were labelled as "For Use in Foreign Conflict" and have sinced vanished from Sicilian territory. Other supposedly transferred arms include about 40 Abrams tanks, hundreds of tons of rations, and about a dozen stealth combat aircraft of an undisclosed model.

OOC: I thought it would be fun if one our nations was on the "other side." Happy RPing!

His Majesty; King Sirius I of Edessia:

To my dearest La Due Silicia. If you commit arms that will undoubtedly spill the blood of Edessian soldiers, Molvanjan Soldiers, Or Slavic Byzantium Soldiers, and if you commit troops, we shall, consider this an act of war. Il Capo, that day, you will fear the skies. Our satellites, our space marines, and the might of Edessia and the coalition will come down on your doorstep like a Lightning Bolt from Thor. Our Tungsten rod launchers can send Large tungsten rods from outerspace hurling towards a precise position such as a window on a multistory building at over 40 000 Mach. Such a kinetic force would create destruction much like hiroshima's. Except swifter. For now, protest and verbally show your side all your like. If we find evidence of your nations participation on the scenes or behidn the scenes in anyway. The sky will fall on your nation.

*Transmition terminated*

OOC: Yeah tahts pretty cool, it'll definately spice things up now!! wooo! I like it when people play the other side, mixes it up you know.

...Meanwhile in the remote, industrial areas of Molvanja...



"COVERING FIRE!!!!" *BLAMBLAMBLABMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAM*

Was the sound of Sgt. Malowski and his rapid SMG. Allen and Garnet were rushing over the crater and headed towards the warehouse, Yurkiw ran in ahead of them, pounding away bursts from his modified P90-Edessian SMG. The bullpup design was very effective for accurate bursts. Yurkiw ran into the warehouse ahead of Allen and Garnet. He stepped over the bloodied sniper rifle of the Revolutionary who took a shot at him, and crushed the scope between his foot and the hard, broken concrete floor before moving on.

"It's secure, No one's here, all my sensors read no additional life signs. You may begin to set up Allen and Garnet."

Yurkiw strolled a few steps before stopping, settling on a large rock and lighting a cigarette. A moment later he got up and began setting up temporary sensors to detect F/E (Friendly/Enemy) life signs. Similar to his personal sensor, only standalone and much greater range.

"Alright, were ready, the mg nest is in our sites. Hmm, not bad, for revolutionaries." Garnet said.

"For sure, not bad for scum" Allen replied.

"Sargent, the mg is in place, get ready to come to the warehouse on our signal, ill provide covering fire in your direction, and the mg will cover in the opposite...GO!"

*BLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAMBLAM* was the sound of Yurkiw's P90 blasting off a long burst.

*whir**BBBBBBRRRRRRZZZZZZZZTTTTT* was the sound of the rotary starting up and the MG rounds ripping the air.

Sgt. Malowski and his team come running out of the crater, around the outer edge of the warehouse and line up aroudn the farther corner, just out sight from the enemy MG.

"Alright boys, when I give the order, we charge! remember to prime your shoulder launchers!"

*EOOWEOOEEOOWEEOOW* the alarm on Yurkiw's sensor goes off!

"Sir! we have company!! serious company!!!"

To Be continued...

OOC:Tune in next day for the gripping counter attack!

REGGIO DI CALABRIA- In response to Edessia's tough stance against military intervention by the Two Sicilies in Molvanja, PM Gargano has ordered Sicilian troops to prepare for mobilization. Several thousand troops have already gathered on the border of Edessia Italia in case the situation escalates. In a late night press conference, "Il Capo" gave his rationale behind the conflict:

"Sons of Italy, we stand today in the face of of a deadly new disease that has infected the political fabric of the Balkans. This new viral strain of imperialism threatens our very way of life, as well as the sovereignty of the Molvanjan people. General Vlatja legitimately gained control of that nation with the consent of the populace, and now the imperialist forces of Slavic Byzantium and Edessia seek to superimpose their faulty political ideals by reinstating the former Molvanjan government, most undoubtedly as a puppet state. Furthermore, the Edessian government has threatened the holy Falangist Republic of the Two Sicilies with violence for supporting the legitimate ruling body of Molvanja! These are the same imperialist swine that have occupied central Italy, illegally to boot, for quite some time. Verily, children of the Falangist Republic, it must be an affront against God and the entire Italian race for one of our kindred to be under the authority of the Edessian crowns, especially on their own soil! Whoever threatens the glory of the Sicilian people will most certainly find destruction. If Edessia or any other nation takes aggressive action towards the Falangist Republic as a result of the Molvanjan conflict, they will pay with the blood of their sons. To the leaders of the Benevolent Dual Monarchy of Edessia, any action taken against our nation will result in the massacre of your troops, the loss of your precious Edessia Italia, and the death of your kings."

OOC: Sabre-rattling is fun! Are we playing this with future tech? Space marines and cyborgs aren't exactly my cup of tea...

Considering the involvment of yet another nation in the already escalating conflict on our northern border the Government of The FDR of The Bulgarite has decided to step in and do everything in its power to put an end to this "revolution".

"We will not allow the creation of an unstable military state, right next door!", said President Overlord after a meeting of the Council of National Security.

Several devisions have been ordered to move on the northern border to ensure security.

Two airborne divisions will be deployed to former Perussia, within the next 72 hours, where they will make sure that no more weapons are smuggled in Molvanja. Three more divisions will join them by the end of next week.

As of yet, no military personnel will be deployed unless specificaly asked by the Coalition and President Karkov. In the mean time we will offer logistic support to the coalition.

And last, the Government has decided to suspend diplomatic relations with The Falangist Republic of Le Due Sicilia for an indefinite period of time, effective immediately.

Lutnblaag-

In the Ambassadorial Bedroom, Lance Leader was concealing himself under the bed. He drew and cocked his silenced Mosin-Nagant, and prepared for a fight. A crash resonated in the chamber, and an air duct vent landed loudly on the floor. A pair of boots hit the floor with a 'clomp'. Lance Leader whipped out from under the bed to aim at the newcomer. He found himself on the end of Lance Two's pistol barrel.

Lance Two almost had a heart attack when the dark figure lashed out from under the mattress. It took about three seconds for him to realize that it was Lance Leader, and another ten seconds to lower the weapon. Lance Leader dragged himself from under the bed and stood up to examine Lance Two.
"What's up out there?" asked Lance Leader.
"The guards are headed this way. Fast." replied Lance Two.
"Shit. What about the others?"
"Couldn't tell ya. Lost 'em after we split up."
Outside, the sounds of running combat boots was heard.
"Check the room!" ordered a deep voice.
Lance Leader and Lance Two dove behind the bed.
"On my call, fire at anything that moves!" whispered Lance Leader.
The massive oak door was thrown open and four troops hustled in.
"Now!" yelled Lance Leader.
Lance Leader and Lance Two popped up from behind the bed and caught the guards completely by surprise. Two went down in the first volley, and the others ran outside and rolled two smoke grenades in. The Lances ducked down and ran to the door, taking a position on each side of the frame. Lance Two counted down Three, Two, One. At one, three enemy soldiers moved in wearing special gear. The Lances shot them in the back. After they were shot, Lance Leader started going over one of the bodies, removing gear, ammo, and the man's assault rifle. Lance Two did the same. After they had geared up, they ventured cautiously into the hallway, bright with artificial light.

Lance Three finished off the last enemy in the Drawing Room. Before he could leave, though, another squad of troops rushed him. He turned and leapt out the window over the courtyard. As he fell, he fired a grapple and rope and caught the gutter. He hung there, completely helpless, and totally immobilized. Throught the window directly below him, he could his quarry. General Vlatvja was seated at an ornate desk in what must have been the Presidential Office. From here, the door inside the office was covered with a cast-iron Safety Plate to keep threats out. It was so frustrating! Lance Three was right there, and he couldn't shoot Vlatvja, he couldn't attack Vlatvja, hell, he couldn't even taunt Vlatvja. Arrgh...

In the first-floor broom closet, Lance Four and Lance Five could hear the chaos and orders of the commanders of the guard. It got suddenly quiet. Lance Five opened the closet door and peeked out. The hall was empty. They creeped out and hurried to the nearest alcove. After waiting a moment, they proceeded to the next. Finally, they came to a large one with a door in it. The curious thing about the door was that it had a large safety plate over it. On a copper sign on the opposite wall, it said "Offij Prezidentzial" (Office of the President). Lance Five went prone and motioned for his partner to do so as well. Around a corner, down the hall, five more men on patrol hurried by not noticing the two men in the alcove.
They had to get into the office...
to be con...

BNN: His Royal Highness Emperor Constantine XLIII has taken it upon himself to speak on the Sicilis Italians supporting rebel Molvanjan forces. We take you live to the SB Royal Parliament in the Royal Palace at Constantinople.

"...and this isn't the first time these Italian dregs have infested our homelands by their presence. It was them that caused the great divide in the One True Christian faith. It was them that betrayed their fellow Christian bretheren on several occasions throughout the centuries. From the Doge of Venice convincing the crusaders to sack and ravage our most Holy City in the 4th Crusade to the world wars. Time and time again they have shown they will wreck any stability in this region for their own personal gain! We will not allow the Sicil-Italians to assist a military coup d'etat against a fellow democratic government!

We do not know how the Sicilians are capable of sending arms to the Molvanjan rebels. Molvanja is landlocked, and completely surrounded by SB, Edessian, and Bulgarite forces. Therefore the RSBN will be removed from its transporting duties and sent to enforce a full military blockade on the Sicilians. Any vessels leaving the Sicilian EEZ will be boarded and searched for any form of weapons. Any vessels attempting to break the blockade will be boarded forcefully. We will not break the UN charters and will not violate the Sicilian's EEZ, however we will board any vessels in the international zone. Two task forces are enroute under command by Admiral Diomedes onboard our flagship the HMSBS Adolf Gustav, and the Ark Royal Class Stefan Dusan along with their respective battle groups. Any non-commerical airliners headed across the Adriatic will be placed under fighter escort to the international airport in Grand Serbia where they will be searched for any weapons. Any strategic airlifter, civilian or not, whether rented or not by Boeing, or Antonov will be ordered to do likewise, unless their destination can be confirmed by a proper itinerary sent from the airport they will be landing at.

The Sicilians are attempting to force their way into a situation that is out of their juristction and has nothing to do with them. If after one week the rebel forces are still getting armed somehow we will board all Sicilian vessels and impound them and their crews, to be returned to Sicilia. In compensation we will take the vessel being used. We will also no longer recognize the EEZ boundary and will begin a full economic and military blockade on Sicilia. If our fellow brothers are fired upon by Sicilian forces we will bring the heavens down upon your nation. Thank you Brother Speaker.

Speaker: We will now hear the Prime Minister."

Shocking news indeed. Will the Balkans ever become free of war?

ooc: by heavens I'm refering to sub-orbital strike fighters chugging along at a pokey mach 9-12. ;) Edessia.

ooc: 40 000 mach? Assuming 332 metres per second is one mach, you're looking at 13 280 km/s or 4.4% Speed of Light. Highly unrealisitc, although the idea itself is relatively sound.

OOC:Yeah uhm it was in popular science. issue is called Rods from God. Unless i got the mach number wrong. Prolly, ill look it up, it could probably be more like 25 000 - 30 000 Mach. Yeah completely kinetic energy, no warhead. Still at 25 000 mach the devastation they showed was extreme. Those are near future weapons (10-15 years)

Yup, it's why rail guns are so popular. A piece of wood can blow a hole clean through a m1a1 if fired at high enough velocities (Mach 50). It's all about the kinetic energy. That's why depleted uranium is used so much. In armour it takes far more energy to ben blown apart than say stainless steel. In weaponry it has the alrgest amount of kinetic force for its mass and velocity.

Mach numbers in the 10000's are still too high. I'd say a couple hundred machs but think Newton's 3rd law. The amount of force exerted to get the rod to that speed would mean an equally large force in the opposite direction, ie the satellite would disenigrate unless it were some sort of recoiless system.

I really read into it, it is int he 10 000's i knwo what you mean, but it is recoil-less. Besides, sorrry but recoil would still apply in space? i guess it would, but rail guns are rather recoilless, specially the newer earthbound ones on battlecruisers. All it is, is magnetic propulsion, there is no firing or explosion of detonator like a shell or whatever. Well i can go check over the next couple days and make sure it is int he 10000's that does seem pretty damn high. I could be imaginign it, but i remember getting intot his a while ago. The only reason im doubting myself is casue i havent seen the source of the info in a long time.

BTW it seems this RP is kinda suspended while the higher crisis exists. Simply by its nature, but im pretty busyw ith rebuilding it be great if i got help, so i coudlnt really roleplay much.

True. It's just that nothing has ever been made to go much faster than mach 50-100 as far as I know. Plus at 1% SoL and higher, you're really looking at some fast acceleration here. Earth bound rail guns bring projectiles up to mach 50.

Right...I forgot that they do not produce any recoil.

IC: Due to aggression by the CKIJ, we are recalling all naval forces invoking the blockade towards the CKIJ borders along with aerial forces. Our stance still stands, however.

LUTNBLAAG, MV:

Lance Three kicked off the side of the palace above the office window. As he swung back towards the wall, he released his grapnel from his equipment belt. He plumetted at an angle towards the window. He smashed through it using his boots. He flew straight into General Vlatvja, who was beginning to turn around to see what had broken his window. Lance Three's boots caught him in the face, and sent both Vlatvja and himself hurling over the desk and onto the floor. Lance Three stood up first, and unhitched the AK-47 strapped to his back. He brought it around and planted the barrel against the back of General Vlatvja's head.

"Put your hands on your head!" ordered Lance Three.
"Please, don't kill me!" begged Vlatvja.

The hero of the Molvanjan military was cowering on the floor, like a jellyfish.

"General Antonin Vlatvja, you are under arrest by order of President Karkov and the Balkan Courts. You have violated Balkan regional law, and have betrayed the Molvanjan Constitution by seizing power from the rightful holders of that power. You are to come quietly, or I will be forced to use lethal methods." Lance Three recited the line that the entire Lance team had rehearsed prior to the mission.

Vlatvja stood and placed his hands on his head. Lance Three applied pressure to the assault rifle still centered on Vlatvja's head. The pair-the commando and his hostage-opened the security door, and as they stepped into the hall, encountered Lance Four and Lance Five. The trio of commandos marched up the stairs with their captive.

"Lance Leader, this is Lance Five. We have the General, repeat, we have the General. Meet on the roof." reported Lance Five.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lance Leader clicked off his communicator and stood up. Lance Two followed suit. The two of them left the room that they were hiding in. As they hustled down the hall, they heard an announcement on the PA system.

"All guards, this is General Vlatvja. You are hereby ordered to stand down from all hostilities against the commandos that have entered the building. Repeat, stand down from all combat."

Lance Leader and Lance Two hurried to the stairs that led to the roof. On the roof, a helicopter was landing. A small group of figures was preparing to board the chopper. Lance Leader saw that there was an extra person in the group. He smiled inwardly as he saw the dejected expression on the captive's face. As they boarded the helicopter, the sun was coming up. Molvanja was free of the militant dictatorship of Antonin Vlatvja.

Back on the assualt, the sensors that PFC. Yurkiw set up were blaring. Tangos were approaching from the East and the North, they had to act quickly, Yurkiw, found a spot amongst the ruins and placed his rifle. But before he could fire, the sensors made a new noise. A seemingly pleasent one, in stark contrast to the blaring enemy proximity alert.

A steady rumble was shaking the Earth around them. *Boom*......*Boom*......*Boom* it grew nearer and nearer.

Then Yurkiw realised what had been causing that rumbling. The Mechs have arrived!

Three mechanical beings had arrived, as promised. One was towering over the warehouse by another 15 feet, the other two, were about the same height of the warehouse, or so. The large one, began a kneeling motion, emplaced itself, and fired from the cannon on its back. A moment later, a shell burst into the air, scattering a 100 other shells everywhere over the oncoming enemy. The other two mechs began to open fire on buildings and infantry alike with their vast assortment of weaponary from machine guns, to large caliber cannons, to missles and other sorts of specialty weaponary.

The scene was lit up in a blaze. In what seemed to be an instant, it could have just as easily been an hour, an area the size of 10 football fields was leveled and smoldering. The mechs have done what they came to do. Then the radio crackled to life.

"This is High Command of EDSF. We have absolute confirmation from Molvanjan Military sources that Vlatvja has been arrested, the remaining rebels are being rounded up, but they are holding the SARC station, and the rest of the region hostage. They have activated the facility and are prepared to deploy nuclear warheads anywhere, anytime. I have ordered you link up with Molvanjan Military at the scene and take it from their, under their orders. high Command out."

"Cpl. Evans, you heard the Commander, lets get moving, the mechs and a few support crews will be here to secure the area. We have to getmoving to those transports south of our position."

"You mean back at forward outpost?"

"Yes, we have to move, double time fellas!! Allen, Garnet, Destroy the mg, we have no time to disassemble it and move!"

"Yes sir!"

With that, the assualt on the area was over, and Squad 13 SFP headed back to forward outpost, and got to the transports and were on their way to the Molvanjan position outside SARC.

(as rebels)

General Pastovich looked over the control boards at the Sprodj Atomic Research Center. He was pleased with what he saw. The atomic test reactor had been activated and one of the probe rockets was being fitted with a plutonium warhead. A second rocket was being prepared, and a third was being modified to carry the warhead. With these, the Balkans and the world would be at his mercy. Yes, he liked that. Emperor Pastovich...had a nice ring to it. That would come later. Now, he was a Molvanskjan revolutionary and a general in the revolutionary army. He called on one of the technicians.

"Eduard, what is the status of the refit?"

"Give us another hour or so, the first rocket is nearly complete."

"Good. Eriik, what is the first target?"

"Sir, the target is the city of Sasava, in the west. This is to show Lutnblaag that we are serious, sir."

"And the second and third?"

"Sir, the second target is the city of Beirut. This will hopefully convince those meddling Edessians to withdraw. The third? Lutnblaag, if nothing goes as planned."

"Good. Very good. Victory for Molvanskja!"

This was met with cheers from around the control room. A new era was dawning for the Balkans.

General Diomedes stood at his forward command post 800 metres away from SARC with his general staff. "We have reports coming in that the rebels are fitting multiple rocket probes with nuclear fission warheads. We believe they will not wait to demand any concessions but will simply fire them at the soonest convenient time at currently unknown targets." The general paced around the projector display going through the blueprints of the centre. "A 40 man team consisting of the very best the Balkans has to offer has been airlifted in from Mostarvia. 20 from the Varangian Guards, and 20 from the Carska Garda legions."

The general turned to face the two team leaders. "Brother Captain Pejic and Stromboulopoulos are team leaders of each 20 man team. We have been ordered to take any hgih ranking officers alive and have been given 45 minutes to launch a strike as of now and 30 minutes to carry it out. We know you normally require much more time to plan out every plausible detail but time is not on our side if we want to prevent a nuclear strike from occuring."

Pejic murmured to Stromboulopoulos, "This explains why a full general is on the front and in battle armour."

"The reason why we have 30 minutes to carry it out is because Molvanjan atomic researchers have told us that's about the time it takes to place something the size of a warhead into a rocket probe. After that 20 sub-orbital strike fighters will reduce the entire centre to rubbe no more than 12 inches high with bunker buster missiles. We also have 3 squadrons of artillery Hind gunships to ensure anything left is obliterated. I am giving your team the next 40 minutes and this command centre to do all the prep you can before you storm in. You will then be airlifted to a place of your preference with heavy fire support until you enter the centre. Suffice to say the destruction of SARC will not wait for you. However, should you achieve all your objectives, we will not obliterate SARC. You leave in 40 gentlemen. Get to it!"

The rest of the team entered as the General staff left the room.

2 minutes before the ending of the preparations for striking SARC

"So it is decided, that brings an end to the Chinese Parliament. We will make a rooftop landing where the rocket probes are being preped for launch. We will break down into ten 4 man teams. 8 teams will participate in the rooftop landing whereas the last 2 will make a covert entrance while they will be distracted by our primary assault. the main attack will try to force their way to the rocket probes, disable the launch capabilities, and the final 2 teams will attempt to capture the rogue General Pastovich. Brother Captain Stromboulopoulos will lead the 2 teams and I myself will lead the main strike. We must create as much chaos as possible to distract the rebels so the second group can reach their primary objective." Pejic looked cold and calm as usual, no one could ever understand how he can maintain such a look even at the most desperate times. It did help the morale of his men to know...at least think that their commander had no fear no matter what odds they were up against.

Stromboulopoulos tthen began talking, "Group one will be in full battle armour whereas group 2 will only have kevlar and ceramic chest armour for mobility and stealth. Due to this being prime for CQB, everyone will be using MP-7 PDW's as primary and secondary weapons, melee weapons will be of each person's choice. 2 will also be equipped wth silencers. We have 30 minutes to extract General Pastovich before our sub-orbital strike fighters will reduce the entire centre into rubble. Time is of the essence. Suit up, MOVE!"

All 40 men rose in unison and double timed it to the helicopters, where their full gear was waiting for them. The helicopters rose up and flew for SARC. Within 20 seconds they had reached the rooftop of designated building Omega, which contained the rocket probes and launch stations. There were 3 sentries on the roof. Each fell to a hail of 20 mm cannons. The men rapelled onto the rooftop and blew open a door service hatch 10 feet down the hall of the door. The noise was enough to alert the rebels.

"Isamov! Alert the General that we are under attack! Go! I will cov-" The man's words were cut short as the explosion threw him back. Isamov quick stood to his feet and bolted for the command centre. Team one came through the door. They entered a wide and barren hallway with no doors and rushed for the right end, weapons raised and ready. They saw one man unconscience who had his hands and legs binded together. They continued onwards to the end of the hallway. Pejic spoke into his mic, "Clear for entrance." The other 7 teams came up behind. They all fanned out, some with objectives to cause as distraction, some to actually get to the rocket probes.

As Isamov raqn for the command centre he alerted everyone on his way that they were under attack and headed for the rocket probes. All the rebels ran to attempt to cut off the intruders and boost guards at the hallways near the launch centre.

Stromboulopoulos climbed down the service ladder and drew his MP 7's in pistol configuration and repetition mode. The rest of the men dropped down and made their way in the oppostion direction of the main group, a somewhqat roundabout way that would have less rebels to worry about. No sound was heard as they disappeared into the halls, following strict radio silence. They could only receive and not transmit messages under any circumstances.

OOC: Sorry for being away for a while, there have been serious renovations going on in the house, and its been pretty busy, this is the first time in days iv'e been able to even get on the computer. Also, I will be leaving for vacation soon, Sunday morning to be exact, so I will be unreachable until the 27th. So i'll roleplay a bit here, but i may not participate fully again. Always something that gets in the way it seems. Well back to the roleplay.

IC: The Edessian Choppers arrive, 12 in total, dropping down nearly simultaneously and unloading al sorts of troopers. But none of the Troops have orders to gear up for an assualt. Unusual, but instead they are ordered to prepare for a standoff and secure positions outside the SARC facility.

The Edessian Digitzied Forces also notice Edessian Vans at the scene already. Strange, almost looks like the EIA (Edessian Intelligence Agency) has already gotten here. But the force's Commander was tipped off about a one man infiltration of the facility to report on planned targets, and to disarm and/or sabotage the rockets. Though the soldiers simply know their orders, not whats on the inside. Or why the EIA are here, and here before them.

CUT TO THE INSIDE OF SARC AND THE INFILTRATION EFFORT

So here I am, Radislaw Rychlik, the oneman sent to save the world. Amazing cliche isnt it? no pressure huh? Sometimes I wish I made my salary in a nice cushy corner office. Time to get to work, I have about at least a half hour for sure, and probably another fifteen minutes before they prep the launch safely to find out the targets and scuttle the rockets before they launch. Alright Radek, enough thinking, your hanging over the rafters of a second storey catwalk, make sure your not seen.

Just then a Rebel guard comes speeding down the catwalk, hurrying off somewhere, and Alarms are going off all over the place. Not once did he look up, into the shadows, where Radislaw hung.

"What the hell?" Radislaw thought, as the guard ran by, unaware of his existance. Radislaw knew it wasnt because of him, he hid the body of the one guard he took out pretty deep into the vent, they wouldnt find him until they smell his rotting corpse around the facility. Also, he did notice a heavy Slavic Byzantium presense. They probably caused the alarms to trigger, god knows how many there are. "I guess I'll just have to watch my back, now that all the damn routes and guarding sequences are thrown out the window. Everyone's everywhere and jumpy and trigger happy to boot." Radek started climbing from one rafter to the other, until he reached a sensor guarded, locked down door. He jumped down, pulled out his combat knife, and jammed it into the console. Sure there were other, less risky, higher tech methods, but Radislaw had no time for High-Tech methods, he had to scuttle those nukes; right away. He stormed down the left corridor after pushing open the half opened door, sliding his knife back into its holster and the hall way blaring a terrible alarm and glowing red, he ran behind a file cabinet that looked left behind in the hallway. Two guards made their way out of a room, running, going away from Radislaw's position, with their backs facing him, he snuck up matching his steps with theirs, sot hey remained undetectable, and checked the room they were just in. It was clear, so he walked in, to find the secondary control room. "This is the backup control room?!" he thought. "It couldnt be, this is too easy, nothing was this easy so far, how could this be." Then he looked out of the bay view window in front of the computers. There they were, the 3 rockets, standing like 3 pillars of doom, in their benign looking white coloring. And then he noticed gunshots, and battle was erupting around the base of the rockets between two or three parties, Probably Slavic Byzantium and Molvanskjan troops. Radislaw, didnt look too much at it, he took it as a blessing to get to work finding out trajectory and scuttleing the rockets. He set to work quickly typing on the computer with one hand while holding his silenced pistol in the other hand. Just when he got to the password screen, the door behind him opened. "Fuck" Radek said under his breath. "W-Wh-Who are you!?" said the guard in the Molvanjan tongue. Those language classes at the academy payed off it seemed. Radek whiped around, blasted off 3 shots in the blink of an eye, while diving sideways. 2 hit, one in the shoulder, the other in the opposite elbow, the third bored a hole into the wall above the door. The guard's AK dropped to the ground in a clatter as he yelped in pain and hit the ground. Radislaw walked forward and picked up the guard.
"Now, your going to tell me the password for the override, or im going to splatter your brains all over the floor." Radislaw said in a harshly accented Molvanjan.
"Im, Im just a guard, Im not a scientist or an officer, I dont have the password...Oh GOD DONT KILL ME!"
"Im not God, Your not that lucky"
"Noo...Please!! I can radio an officer for the password."
"No you cant, Im not that stupid, how do I know your not going to radio in for backup or something as soon as I let you?"
"Because Y-You'll kill me!!"
"How do you know i wont anyway?"
"Your a horrible, amoral man!"
"And you aren't?"

With that said, Radek pushed his knife into the guard's throat, and ripped it out, then lowered his bloodied corpse onto the floor. He wiped his knife on the guards uniform until cleaned, then put it back into it's holster.

The battle raged down below the rockets as Radek glanced out the bay window.

No one seemed to notice what exactly would transpire in these next few moments. He continued to type feverishly as he did before on the computer, until he got an idea. He could have wormed the computer earlier. He pulled out a diskette, inserted it into the floppy drive, and activated it. The worm went around busily destroying security systems, firewall protocols and the like. In a few moments a file poped up onto the screen.

Target Agenda, the title read. This was it.

The first target was Sasava, a City in the West, the second target sucked the breath and drained the colour from Radek's face. Beirut.

"Oh my..." Radek was at a loss for words. Radek read on to find that they were going to hit Lutnblaag itself.

"Red Snake to Control, I have the targets"

"Go ahead, Red Snake, report"

"The first is Sasava, the Second is Beirut. Right at home. The third is Lutnblaag itself."

"Wow, thanks for the heads up, anything else?"

"they're warhead installation seems to be delayed."

"really? How?"

"Slavic Byzantium Forces are currently engaged all over the place."

"Wow, well, see if u can scuttle the rockets a different way then, maybe launching them without enough feul, that should do the trick, it'll be unarmed and it wont make its destination. If it lifts off far enough to even head towards it."

"Alright, you got it. Red Snake, out"

Hmm, scuttle the rockets that way huh, but the Slavic Byzantium forces, they're on the launch pad and around the rockets, well the price of a few dozen lives over a few million sounds better to me. God, give Slavic Byzantium the power to forgive what I am about to do. Radek checked his virtual worm, he commanded it to launch the rockets when the fuel reached 1/8th capacity, and send it on a course plotted for the moon, which of course it wouldnt make it anywhere near there, but the rocket will simply fly up, and the unrealistic coordinates willc ause the computers to break down, and thats if these even lift off, they should ideally simply fall onto each other, ruining themselves. Radek thought that through, and was satisfied. He started to get to work, but he had to go down the corridor and onto the next level for fuelling. He set off to do so, and hoped to get into contact with the Slavic Byzantium forces somehow, or that they would move onto other parts of the facility soon, he heard less gunshots and less frequently, the battle must be near over. Radislaw (Radek for short, if you havent caught on yet) ran down the corridor, and bumped right into a Molvanskjan Guard! The Two were a bit dazed, but due to Radek's large size the guard was knocked over a bit, and dropped his weapon. Without Hesitation, Radek whipped out his pistol and planted two into the guard's head, creating a bloodied mess on the shiny steel floor. He dragged the body out of the way into a darker corner, not that it really mattered. Radek turned the corner, ducked behind a crate that was looking as if it was misplaced in the hallway, as an officer walked passed with two armed guards. "If only he walked into the control room instead of the grunt, I wouldnt have to do this..." Radek thought. He walked down the hall as soon as they passed and turned into a stairwell, set up his graplle ont he top of the stairwell, over hanging the rail. He would repel to the bottom, and reach the fuelling station faster, and quieter. He jumped down and slide down the rope within seconds, he was on the bottom, he left the rope there. It wouldnt matter having it anyway afterwards. He walked down the corrider, turned the corner, and walked into the room that labelled in Molvanjan as "Fuelling Control". He checked aroudn for Guards, Two of them, ont he opposite end, tahts fine. He could sneak past, begin fuelling then take them out. He was sneaking past when he realized they werent Molvanjan. They were SB forces. Radek yelled out.

"Slavic Byzantium? Dont shoot! I'm Edessian!"

The SB soldiers turned around, and pointed their guns, at the black-clad figure. "You dont look Molvansjan, what are you doing here?!"

"Scuttling the rockets by launching them prematurely. Its the only way, you have to get your forces out of here."

"Your doing what?!"

Radek sighed.

"It has to be done, there is no other way to ensure that they are destroyed before they are launched. Contact your men, tell them to pull out of the facility, and get your forces to fire on it once they are out. I'm not kidding, do it!"

"Alright alright. This is Spearhead 4 to Spearhead 1, retreat and pull out, retreat and pull out immeadiately, an Edessian agent has informed me of the destruction fo this facility is underway, pull out now!"

"this is Spearhead 1, We cant beleive were hearing this, but we will comply, our support forces are standing by to destroy the facility."

"ay, Sir, over."

Radek looked at them and said:

"Thank you, good, now, elts start fuelling these."

"Ok, lets start."

They began releasing allt eh fuel valves and and confirming the fuelling programs orders to proceed, in a few moments this place will all be scuttled, and blown to bits.

"You know, after thsoe rockets launch inside the facility, they're wont be anything left, you know? we have to leave in a few minutes."

"We know, we can get you out of here in a flash, dont worry about it. How are you able to launch withotu going to the control room? that place is locked down tight."

"Not the backup one, i used a worm to launch when its filled to a certain point."

"Nice one."

Radek stated: "Ok its all good to go, lets get out of here."


TAG: Slavic Byzantium

OOC:Ok longest psot ever, alright SB, i want you to role paly the exit mission, and stuff,t he rockets have begun feulling and the worm is stopping any overrides, to ensure it will launch and scuttle, so Role paly that bit for me, thats what TAG means, if your unfamiliar with that. Thanks Im out!!

*7 minutes before strike*

Brother Captain Pejic's comm crackled and was somewhat audible from the raging gunfire. "Report on status Pejic!"

Pejic stopped behind a concrete slab, the rest of 1 still waiting for the clear signal by Pejic. "We're on the launch site, forcing our way to the probes to disable them. The rebels hold the higher floors, keeping us from reaching the probes. 4 6 and 7 are rectifying that as we speak."

"7 minutes Pejic, do not fail." Eat shit, thought Pejic. I know the god damn time left.

At this time 2 rushed in from another door, running from pillar to pillar as cover. "Fools! 2 stand ground! Those are .50 cals!" Point for 2 at that point got cut down by a hail of bullets, no blood was evident. The armour encased his body and more than likely was hidden underneath it.

Lt Savo Arsov was point for 2. Savo screamed "GO!" There were 3 MG nests on the higher floors of the launch room, all using .50 cals. They were busy concentrating on cutting down 2 but didn't notice the 4 en each creeping on them. Each team came up with one mp-7 drawn and combat knives in the other hand. There were 3 men per nest. Each one sucumbed to the knives or were pistol whipped save for the final one which noticed the other 2 MGs suddenly stop firing. The main gunner kept wasting his current belt while the others turned around drawing their AKs. What they did not know was all of 7 had their mp-7's drawn and leveled centre mass ready for such an eventuality. Before they had fully turned each was cut down. The final guy was rushed, and pistol whipped and then dragged out by 3(purpose to remove any higher ranking noncoms and any officer). Not before Savo was hit by a hail of bullets.

Oh God, I'm hit. Savo ran right onto the floor as his legs stopped working form the shock of the bullets. He felt himself get weaker and weaker, things became a blur. As Savo began to clutch his chest he felt himself being dragged by someone, it didn't help. "Snap out of it you tool. It didn't penetrate the armour." There were dents in the armour but no actualy penetration of the ceramic. This brought Savo back out of his stupor and angered him. With his sense back he realized what was wrong. "Eat shit and die Amyas. You're not the one with a broken rib from the impact." Flight Sergeant Amyas Gadzinski, 5 team leader, had pulled Savo behind a pillar. Amyas then burst out laughing, "Yeah you're welcome sir. A medevac is on the way. Thanks for being the bait sir."

With the main nests taken out, and the 3 teams using the MGs to clear out the rebels not on the ground floor, 1 and 5 was able to make their way to one of the probes.

Pejic heard a crackle on his comm again, his signaler told him to listen to the transmission.


---"Red Snake to Control, I have the targets"

"Go ahead, Red Snake, report"

"The first is Sasava, the Second is Beirut. Right at home. The third is Lutnblaag itself."

"Wow, thanks for the heads up, anything else?"

"they're warhead installation seems to be delayed."

"really? How?"

"Slavic Byzantium Forces are currently engaged all over the place."

"Wow, well, see if u can scuttle the rockets a different way then, maybe launching them without enough feul, that should do the trick, it'll be unarmed and it wont make its destination. If it lifts off far enough to even head towards it."

"Alright, you got it. Red Snake, out" ---

"The hell?! Sounds like an Edessan code name." Pejic became confused while he and 1 was covering 5 attempting to disable the rocket probe.

Amyas spoke, "It's fuelling up and has the warhead in it! I thought it would take longer than this to ready a probe! We cannot allow it to launch."



---"Alright alright. This is Spearhead 4 to Spearhead 1, retreat and pull out, retreat and pull out immeadiately, an Edessian agent has informed me of the destruction fo this facility is underway, pull out now!"

"this is Spearhead 1, We cant beleive were hearing this, but we will comply, our support forces are standing by to destroy the facility."

"ay, Sir, over."---

"How did you get into contact with him?" Pejic sounded perplexed.

"He snuck up behind us sir."

"Your entire team will fast for 3 days and will undergo a week of retraining on 4 man squad tactics. That is unacceptable. " Pejic was not pleased in the slightest that they made such a mistake.

The voice crackled back. "Understood sir."

"Pejic out." God damn Red Snake. The warheads are on the probe. Multiple nuclear strikes on SARC is not the ideal method to stop the launch. Conventionals will have to be used to obliterate the launch capibilites.

9 and 10 had made their way quite well to the main command centre. They had eluded and taken out the few rebels that weren't attempting to subdue the main forces. Turned out one of the rebels guarding one of the secondary entrances to the command centre had access to open the door. The door slid open and General Pastovich along with most of the people in it turned to see several grenades roll along the floor. Multiple flashes and bangs followed suit. Silenced gun shots or heads being hit by mp-7's was all that was heard. General Pastovich was stunned for a short time and when he was able to open his eyes again he saw a mp-7 shoved between his eyes. The General hid his fear well as he was binded and dragged along the floor out. Stromboulopoulos spoke, "Disable the centre." Satchel charges were placed on the mainframes. As the 2 teams left the room the explosion tore apart the computer systems. Stromboulopoulos spoke the one time he was allowed to. That being when he achieved his primary objective. "Primary objective complete. Evacuating."

Pejic was elated, save for the fact the probes were still being fuelled. "Must be another command centre." Pejic had murmured. "Pejic to General Diomedes. We have the General, and knocked out the mainframes. Slight hitch, the probes have the warheads on them and are fueling up. We can't disable them in time and we can't risk them being launched. Although we have bene informed once launched they will fall back on SARC. I don't think anyone wants a nuclear fallout here. The sub-orbitals must launch their attack immeadiately. The launch doors have opened so we can be recovered by airlift via them, out."

Each helicopter flew over the launch doors and lowered ropes for the teams to get in their individual choppers. Pastovich and the last teams went first. The sub-orbital fighters had entered the troposphere down to 50 000 feet AGL at mach 9. The choppers had cleared the centre when the fighters launched their payloads. The fighters rose up back towards space and had entered the upper reaches of the atmosphere. 60 bunker buster missiles streaked towards SARC. The explosion from the launch centre would certainly tear apart most of SARC. All hit in rapid succession sending slabs of concrete ranging from fine dust to the size of a large car everywhere. What the explosion hadn't torn apart the larger slabs of concrete did.

More to come

(as rebels)

Pastovich whirled around as an alarm began bleeping off.

"What the Hell is going on in there?" he yelled.

"Sir, the rockets have begun to fuel themselves, sir! Nothing from command ordered them to!" answered a tech.

"Fire one! We have to show them that we are the just ones! Fire!"

At that order, a tech engaged the main command console and activated the rocket controls. Pastovich hurried over, pulling a key from a chain around his neck and inserting it into a small port on the console. A twisted smile played over his face as he turned the key in the port and hit the big red button.

Thunder shook the facility. A behemoth machine propelled itself upward from within the depths of a silo. The rocket flew into the night sky, arching north and west over the mountains.

Slavic Byzantian troops entered the control room at that instant. Instead of surrendering like his troops, Pastovich put his Makarov to his head and blew his brains out over the console. He died with a twisted smile on his face.

:Sasava:

A young boy looked out of his window at bedtime in Sasava. He saw a twinkling star falling from the sky, accompanied by unfamiliar Cold War air-raid sirens from all over the city.

"Papi, what is that?" the boy asked.

"That, my son, is a falling sta- wait, that's a missile!" his father answered back.

The rocket hit the ground outside of Sasava, blasting a four-mile-high mushroom cloud into the stars. For an instant, the Sasava night was brighter than day. Sand turned to glass, water to steam. The city was flattened. A fifty-mile wide expanse of destruction cleared most of the life off the landscape. As the nuclear fires began to spring from the rubble, the day dawned over Molvanja.

ooc: looks like a conflict we have here....

:Sasava:

Hours after the strike, rescue workers and government agents are assessing the situation in Sasava. The nuclear warhead did extensive damage to the city, basically meaning that the city is a non-entity. Completely rendered down to rubble. Several nuclear fires have started, and Molvanjan Fire Security men have not been able to contain them.

There are few survivors, those that got to their bomb shelters in time, and they may not be the lucky ones. Each of the 500 or so survivors was hit with a massive amount of gamma radiation, and probably will not survive the week. When survivors are discovered, they are airlifted immediately out to a field hospital.

President Karkov has sealed off the area, erecting a two-hundred-mile long barbed wire fence around the strike zone. The city of Sasava has been declared the Balkans first Emergency No-Entry Zone. This means that no one is allowed in or out without explicit permission from the President. Radiation levels are high, as you might guess, and it is quite dangerous to even be in the same area. Workers will soon be airlifted out as well, and whatever is left alive inside the fence will be on it's own.

This still doesn't solve whether or not agree to a rocket probe having actually been launched.

OOC:Uh guys, The rocket probes havent been installed on the rockets when they were only being feulled to 1/8th capacity, so there wasnt anyway it would have reached Sasava or any place, i learned this technique from a video game and some research i've done, If the rocket was improperly feulled(which it was, a computer worm is no way to fuel a rocket) and at less then full capacity, it would scuttle itself in mid flight, and nothing would happen, except for the fact that it would have detonated itself. But nukes all have failsafes on them, if they get damaged in any capacity, the warhead wouldnt detonate itself, and the rocket, and possibly the warhead would be rendered useless. So i can see the possiblity of the probe being installed faster, but I think you guys misunderstood what i was accomplishing, I wanted to simply laucnh the thing by improper means, thus the rocket itself would A, not get to its destonations and B, most likely destroy itself, since not all the safety mechanisms were installed when fuelling began, and when rockets arent fuelled tot he max, they somehow comprimise their structual integrety, I forget why, but i know that is. So, sorry for the misunderstanding. Also, i shouldnt have assumed this, but i didnt mention I had ordered the opening of the missle silo doors. So the rockets would have slammed into the doors, at least from my perspective, which was the plan. Unless somehow the rebels overrode the command, the missle only had 1/8th the fuel needed to get to its destination, so it would have collapsed somewehre in the plains and dug a hole in the dirt, nothing more.


BTW I'm going for another camp for another week tommorrow morning, sorry, but thats how it goes, So this is kinda the change up day.

So basically an explosion without nuclear detonation would have occured. Sexcellent.

OOC:yeah totally, so that would in real life without enough fuel for its targets, would crash somewhere in the wilderness or desert, and explode, but the explosion would be non nuclear and small, if any, the rocket would simply crash and total itself like a really bad car accident. If the fuel some how does combust, well, then it'd prolly be big enough to take out a single family house. But thats it.

BTW, back from vacation, but rather ill, so sorry if im still a bit inactive.

excellant

*In a massive, vaulted chamber deep inside the Molvanjan Alps*

"Damn!" said the man in the white trenchcoat. He slammed his fist against a computer console in front of a TV screen.
"So close! Then the Army made a comeback. The Dictator didn't work. The Rebellion didn't work. What now?"

The strange man continued to curse, long into the night, with no one to hear him.