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Lazer X7
Clone Trooper

posted 07-26-06 11:43 PM EDT (US)

The pioneer of non-SW RPGs brings you;

National Crisis: World War III
The year is 2021. The Earth is in turmoil. War has engulfed the planet, making every city a battle ground. New superpowers and warlords have arose. The USA is falling into economic ruins, as well as well as briscly becoming a dictaorship. Russia has reformed the Soviet Union, which has now split in half, one side as the USSR, one as a Communist Empire, both cooperating to dominate the world. However, in the ruins of America, a movement in brewing, in support of a democacy. The United Republic, a small rebelous orginization seceretly being supported by England is the only thing that stands in the way of a dark communist world...

State of the World
Havoc Wing has found a ADF-01 Falken and is now porcessing the design.
Battle to control the Suez Canal In Egypt has begun.
The battle West of Russia around St Petersburg and Novgorod is underway.
The UR and China have became allies.
The UR has launched a probe to Saturn to research reactor fuel.
The UR has launched a group of colonists to Mars.
The UR has commenced opperation Daggerfall, as well as the undercover missions Bloodhound and Black Menace.

Here is a map of the current terretories:
Map

Welcome to The National Crisis RPG!
Here are the rules:
- No godmodding (for example: I decided to build ten death stars, bloweded up all planets and buyed dis super shot gun with which I could easily destroy all da ships).
- Only 5 characters per player
- No flaming.
-When posting, please include where your character is, unless obvious (example there was only one post between your last one with the same character, and you included where then)
- Do not kill other player's characters without their permission.
- In battles, give the opponent time to react, no one-post victories, unless approved beforehand.
- You can either create a Character or play as a real person as a character. Must I explain the whole time-space continuim thing? You can't be someone dead. Live with it. No bringing Hilter through a time portal to the present day.
-For pilots, aircraft customizations will be allowed, but can't be to drastic, e.g. You can not put 8 sets of extra engines on your plane.
-No being a retarded n00b.

CHARACTER SHEET:

Name:
User:
Sex:
Faction: (USA, Soviet Empire, the United Republic, ext.)
Class: (Pilot, explosives, technition, SpecOps, ext.)
Ship: (If pilot, optional)
Weapons: (Be reasonable- if you carry a rocket launcher, no other big weapons)
Bio:
Other: (Optional)
Post Color:

Factions

USA
Leader: Gordon Kennedy
General of the Army: Gordon Kennedy
Fleet Admiral:
General of the Air Force:
Commandant of the Marine Corp:

Aircraft:
F-15 Eagle
F-18 Hornet
F-22 Raptor
V-22 Osprey
C-130
A-10 Warthog
SR-71 Blackbird
SC-2 Vaylkrie II(Flying Aircraft Carrier/ Gunship, holds about 15 Fighters. Like the Pandora from Crimson Skies)
B-1B Lancer
B-2 Sprit
CH-47
F-35 Joint Strike Fighter
F-117 Nighthawk
Aurora
F-45 Talon

Vehicals:
M2 Bradley
M8-AGS
M551 Sheridan
M1A3 Abrams
Humvee
M988 Avenger

Soviet Empire/Soviet Union
Leader: Alexa Ivanova
General of the Army:
Fleet Admiral:
General of the Air Force: Orin Hunter
Commandant of the Marine Corp:

Aircraft:
MiG 1.42
SU-47
Mig-31 Foxhound
Mig-29 Fuclrum
YAK-141 Freestyle
Il-78 MIDAS
Ka-52 HOKUM B
SU-27IB Flanker
ADF-01 'Falken'
F-45 VENNOM (Talon)

Vehicals:
T-95
Black Eagle
BTR-152
ZSU-23-4
BMP-2
GAZ
APC

The Commonwealth of Great Britain
Leader: King Uther II, Pope Pius XIV
General of the Army: Field Marshal Viscount Reginald Arbuthnot KG
Fleet Admiral: Admiral J. Crowley
General of the Air Force:
Commandant of the Marine Corp:

Aircraft:
Tornado GR4
Hawk
Typhoon T1
Sea King HA3
Chinook HC2
VC-10
F-35 Lightning II
Jaguar GR.3
Harrier GR.7
Sentry AEW.1
XF-34 Reaper

Vehicals:
FV432
FV105 Sultan
Alvis Saladin Armoured Car
FV102 Striker
FV101 Scorpion
FV4034
Challenger 2 Tank

People's Republic of China
Leader: Premier Deng Gangchuan
General of the Army: Shang Leang
Fleet Admiral: Xiapo Gen
General of the Air Force:
Commandant of the Marine Corps:

Aircraft:
J-10
J-11
J-11B
J-11C
J-12
J-14 (J-XX)
Su-30
Su-47 Berkut
MiG 1.42C (C&C Generals version)
H-6 (Tu-16 Badger)
JH-7A Flying Leopard

Vehicles:
Type 63A Light Tank
Type 80/88 Tank
Type 85/96 Tank
Type 98/99 Tank
Type 100 "Battlemaster" Tank
X-5 "Overlord" Heavy Tank
Type 90 IFV
Type 97 IFV
Type 89/YW 534 APC
WZ 523 APC

United Republic
Leader: Derok Lantark
General of the Army:
Fleet Admiral: Talia Nivarra
General of the Air Force: Kyle Rosten
Commandant of the Marine Corp:

Aircraft:
A-10 Warthog
V-22 Osprey
F-23 Black Widow II
X-29 Grumman
F-18 Hornet
F-14 Tommcat
F-117 Nighthawk
F-15 Eagle
SC-2 Vaylkrie II
B1-B Lancer
CH-46
XB-70 Valkyrie
Harrier
F-35C
ADFX-01 Morgan
SR-71 Blackbird
ADF-01F Falken
XF-34 Reaper

Vehicals:
M2 Bradley
M8-AGS
M551 Sheridan
M1A3 Abrams
Humvee
M988 Avenger

CHARACTERS:

RP'ers: 16
Characters: 33

Soviet Empire/Soviet Union Alliance

Name: Sergei Dzhugasvhili
User: Captain Snackbar
Sex: Male
Faction: Soviet Union
Class: Intelligence Officer
Vehicle: An old Yugo, owned by his grandfather
Weapons: A switch-blade for self-defense
Bio: Sergei Dzhugasvhili was an American born to Russian immigrants, and raised by dutifully Socialist parents. Between attending meetings of the YDS in New York City, and flying back to St. Petersburg to meet Grandfather Vladimir, Sergei had a busy childhood. Upon graduating with his Master's from Columbia in 2017, Sergei made his permanent pligramige to St. Petersburg, rightfully renamed Leningrad. Within months of greeting his grandfather, he had been hooked up with a new job in the KGB. At the time he had been a paper-pusher for more experienced officers, but a promotion couldn't have loomed too far ahead in the future.
Post Color: Dark Orange

Name: Orin Hunter
User: Darth Fett
Sex: Female
Faction: Soviet Empire
Class: Pilot
Ship: Su-27IB fighter-bomber
Weapons: PP-2000 SMG, GSH-18 Pistol
Bio: Born in the vast wastelands of Siberia, Orin originally learned to fly during a heavy snow storm that destroyed her house, and killed her parents. After somehow surviving a horrible crash in a small town near Moscow, she lived with foster parents until twenty, when she joined the USSE Air Force, and has been there since then.
Post Color: ��

Name: Kharkov Karpacheville
User: Gen_Rhys_Dallows
Sex: Male
Faction: USSR
Class: Rifleman
Ship: none
Weapons: AK-47, Model 18 Automatic pistol.
Bio:
Other:
Post Color: Orange

Name: Sam Orsie
User: Gen_Rhys_Dallows
Sex: Male
Faction: USSR
Class: Rifleman
Ship: none
Weapons: AK-47, Desert Eagle
Bio:
Other:
Post Color: Orange

Name: Sean McAfee
User: Gen_Rhys_Dallows
Sex: Male
Faction: USSR
Class: Sniper
Ship: none
Weapons: SVD Rifle, Bizon Automatic pistol
Bio:
Other:
Post Color: Orange

Name: Wayne Barezz
User: Gen_Rhys_Dallows
Sex: Male
Faction: USSR
Class: Support
Ship: none
Weapons: RPK 74 Machine gun
Bio:
Other:
Post Color:Orange

Name: Koname Satoyo
User: Gen_Rhys_Dallows
Sex: Female
Faction: USSR
Class: Demolitions
Ship: none
Weapons: RPG-7, Mac 11 submachine gun.
Bio:
Other:
Post Color: Orange

Name: Alexa Ivanova
User: Alexus
Sex: Yes (Ha, ha)
Faction: Soviet Union (Soviet Empire is just not Soviet )
Class: Officer/Ruler
Ship: Nyet!
Weapons: Pistol, ceremonial sword, and dagger.
Bio: Alexa was born in the seedy heart of Moscow in 1990. She was arrested seventeen times for protesting against corruption in the Russian Government, and this got her noticed by the new underground Communist Brotherhood. Alexa killed, slept and doublecrossed his way to the top of the organisation and led the popularly supporting Communist coup in 2018, setting to motion the chain of events that would start World War Three...
Other: Call it the Soviet Union. Please.
Post Color: Bold white.

USA

Name: Sergei Smith
User: Sarthos
Sex: Male
Faction: USA
Class: Sniper/mechanic
Ship: (If pilot, optional)
Weapons: Sniper Rifle(armor piercing and regular bullets), frag grenades, pistols(one silenced, one 44 magnum), knife
Bio: Born in Soviet Russia, Sergei escaped from Russia in 1987, to escape Communism. Now, Sergei lives in Wisconson, vowing that he'll get revenge on Russia for all they did to him as a child, and following his Grandpa's footsteps, as a sniper.
Other:
Post Color: Green

Name: John Freeman
User: Cheapy the Hutt
Sex: Male
Age: 25
Faction: United States of America
Class: SpecOps/Mercenary
Ship: None.
Vehicle: None.
Weapons: Silenced Desert Eagle x2.
Bio: John is an elite commando for the USA. He was part of an experiment by the Soviet Empire to create a prototype super-soldier. However, they made John too independent, and he escaped. John has lightning-fast reflexes and is a master of five different types of martial arts. He now works as a freelance mercenary for the USA. More to come.
Other (Optional): None.
Post Color: Bold Blue

Name: Gordon Kennedy
User: Cheapy the Hutt
Sex: Male
Faction: USA
Class: Supreme Commander of the US Militayr/ President of the USA
Ship: AirForce-1
Weapons: A silenced Wolfram for defense.
Bio: Coming soon!
Other (Optional): None.
Post Color: Same as my other character.

Name: Captain Ryan Brish
User: Cadre
Sex: Male
Faction: United States of America
Class: SpecOps
Weapons: M16A2 Assault Rifle w/ M203 Grenade Launcher
Bio: Captain Ryan Brish is a member of the U.S. Special Forces unit known as the "Ghosts". He is the Field Commander for one of their more specialized squads. Deployed mainly for situations involving Biological or Radiological threats. Capable of operating for days while faced with either event.
Post Color: Cyan

United Republic

Name: Tyler Jenson
User: Red Curtain 101
Sex: Male
Faction: United Republic
Class: Medic
Weapons: sten A1, Mag. 36
Bio: Tyler had never been interested in medicine, but when he cut his foot open by a peice of glass, only he was around to fix the wound and somehow he did.
Post Color: yellow

Name: Talia Nivarra
User: Pacifica2
Sex: Female
Faction: United Reoublic
Class: Admiral
Ship: Class-109X Super-Carrier, carries 250 fighters.
Weapons: M16
Bio: Talia Nivarra was born just as the USSR fell. She had to live through the hard times that that brought, and grew up a supporter of democracy. When a new USSR formed, she fled the country, and joined the United Republic. There she showed such a facility for naval tactics and strategies, she soon became Admiral of the entire navy.
Post Color: Gold

Name: Lt.Stacker
User: Red Curtain 101
Sex: Male
Faction: United Republic
Class: Radio Communicator
Weapons: Scoped ARA, M2 Flamethrower
Bio: Jim stacker joined the military when his friend mysteriosly disappeared. Stacker is a nice guy but not much is known about his real story. Others who are close to him beleive he has some kind of trauma. But he always changes the subject when asked why he is staring off into space.
Post Color: Yellow

Name: Islamar Tinkolish
User: Pacifica2
Sex: Male
Faction: United Republic
Class: Captain
Weapons: Metal Sword, M16, 2 Knives
Bio: Islamar Tinkolish was born in a small town just inside the Iran border. Growing up he joined a small band of criminals, and learned the works of undercover from them. He soon got this put to the test as the USSR invaded Iran, Iraq, Saudia Arabia, and the rest of the Middle East. It was a long and drawn-out war, where the USSR had to fight for every inch of territory they grabbed, had to fight for every town, and had to fight to keep every acre of land under there control. But eventually the USSR won. Islamar was forced to find a way into the US, where he joined the United Republic, and began a climb through the ranks, ending with the holding off of an entire USSR tank brigade with frozen wine bottles. He now resides as a captain, bent on destroying the USSR, and recapturing his homeland.
Color: Gold

Name: Derok Lantark
User: Pacifica2
Sex: Male
Faction: United Republic
Class: Leader
Weapons: M9 Bereta pistol
Bio: A man once said that freedom would could not be stopped. In it's face, armies, tyrants, and dictators would all flee in terror. Derok Lantark listened to such words, and listened well. When he was only 18, he saw as the reunited USSR conquer back to its former power, watched China drives the USA into bankrupcy and ruin, and started the movement known as the United Republic. He pledged his life for freedom, democracy, and a spacefaring civilazation. He will do whatever to complete that goal.
Other: Favorite quote:"No dictator... no invader... can hold an imprisoned population by force of arms forever. There is no greater power in the universe than the need for freedom. Against that power, governments and tyrants and armies cannot stand."
Post Color: Gold

Name: Colonel David Alexander
User: Desere
Sex: Male
Faction: United Republic
Class: Soldier/Comander
Ship: None
Weapons: M5 Rifle, Desert Eagle 2 pistol, various hand-grenades.
Bio: After being born in New York State David Alexander was an idealist, an attribute wich lead him to constantly be seeking higher truths and callings... An attribute, wich cuased him him to learn of and accept Jesus Christ.
Though form a family of little societal importance David found ways aorund this to achieve his dream..
West Point.
In 2009 he enrolled in the acedamy, and in 2013 graduated with high honors.
During 2015 he was employed in the Iran-Israeli conflict and in 2016 came back - after all US forces pulled out. In the next two years maerice degraded rapidly, to the point where mostly all elections were rigged, and even the most basic freedoms were being denied. David and several other idealist had a plan... A plan to fight for freedom against a goverment wich at one time, had so willingly gave it.
Using (for the most part) non-military tactics, the United ~~(democratic)~~ Republic was able to give a sizable portion of what once was the USA freedom.. Building a new goverment strictly following the constitution The Untited Republic(as it was publicly regonised, it's members prefered it being called the Alliance to Restore the American People's Freedoms.)was able to to restore freedomto a great portion of the american people, though many still remain hopelessly trapped in a decandent, anarchistic society.
Allthough busy during the time of reformation, David was not too busy to the point where he could be distracted from a love intrest, Dianne Rivert. Soon after the conflict, he was married. David currently serves as comander of his brigade in New Washington.
Other:
Post Color: Gray

Name: Kyle Rosten
User: Lazer X7
Sex: Male
Faction: United Republic
Class: Pilot
Ship: X-29, F-35C Joint Strike Fighter, XB-70 Valkyrie, Harrier, ADFX-01 Morgan, ADF-01 Falken
Weapons: Sniper, Pistol, Custum Combat Knife
Bio: Kyle was born in the USA in 1999. As the country became more and more corrupt, he fled to the UR, hoping for a better place. Quickly he climbed the ranks to one of the top pilots for the UR, and soon commanded their air forces. After a while he headed to their secret base in the Atlantic- a floating barge a mile by a mile wide, and a mile deep. It was a city and a military base. If it wasn't for their secret funding from Britan, it would not be possible.
Other: Kyle Rosten is one of the top pilots for the UR, and the head of their air forces. His F-35C, X-29 and his most favored personal aircraft, the ADFX-01 Morgan are painted with his squadrons colors of black and white in a serpent's tounge pattern, the pattern of his squadron. They are now a legendary squadron in the UR, called the Midnight Havoc Squadron, but are usually called Havoc Wing for short. He knows how to pilot a SU-47 as well, but could never get his hands on one. Kyle is also an exlent shot with a pistol and sniper.
Post Color: Lazer-Yellow

Name: Tyler Jettings
User: General Jettings
Sex: Male
Faction: United Republic
Class: Pilot/Explosives Tech.
Ship: F-14 Super Tomcat
Weapons: Rifle, small explosives
Bio: Born in 1994 in the United States, his parents were killed at a young age when an X-31 explermental crashed into their house on a test flight. The event, since the craft, at the time, was using new expermaental equipment and technology, was classified. Their case of death was 'a tragic fire'. He was then shipped off to a camp at the age of 6. From then on he dreamed of flight- but when he was legable for a pilots license, the US, now become ever more corupt, only allowed one if you join the Air Force. With fear, seeing what the US was becoming, he fled to the UR, soon to become an ace pilot.
Other: Member of Havoc Wing.
Post Color: Green

The Commonwealth of Great Britain

Name: Admiral J. Crowley
User: Darth Kiev
Sex: Male
Faction: The Commonwealth of Great Britain
Class: Highest-Ranking Admiral (Admiral of the Fleet)
Ship: HMS Dauntless - A 'Supercarrier' Aircraft Carrier
Weapons: Browning Hi-Power Pistol (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Browning_Hi-Power and anything his guards carry.
Bio: The nephew of a former Prime Minister in Britain, Admiral Crowley began his military career at a young age, organised by his father as a publicity stunt. However, the young boy found the Navy to be perfect for him, and he signed on permenantly as soon as he came of age.
Rising through the ranks, he saw his first real action during the South Atlantic Crisis of 2018, where he was forced to take command of the task force he was with when the then-Admiral's ship was sunk through sabotage and all hands lost. Taking control quickly, Admiral Crowley managed to save most of the surviving task force members, before petitioning to the government to allow him to return and destroy those responsible. After he had done this, he was offered the position of the Highest Ranking Admiral in the Royal Navy.
Other:
Post Color: Light Green

Name: Marcus Holt
User: Red Curtain 101
Sex: Male
Faction: Commonwealth of Great Britain
Class: Rifleman
Weapons: M1O5 Carbine ( newly improved version of the M1A1), Mag. 36
Bio: Marcus Was born in 1996 and grew up on a small farm in Scotland. When he was 14, He enjoyed hunting with his father and was very skilled, in fact when he was 16 he already killed more deer than his father every hunt. In 2016, not long before the war started, his family was evicted from thier farm and used as a barracks. Marcus refused to leave and joined the Commonwealth of Great Britain to live in the barracks and so that he can ( quote) "Use what was mine to send them Sovy @$$es back to the motherland with something to cry about!"
Post Color: Yellow

Name: Chris Jackson
User: Light Side
Sex: Male
Faction: The Commonwealth of Great Britain
Class: Sniper
Weapons: Rifle, pistol, sniper, grenades and a knife.
Bio: A new recruit to the British army, a skilled sniper. Can remain undetected, even outdoor or in close proximity. Has an older brother he was seperated with when they joined the forces.
Post Color: Italic green

Name: Captain P. Goodliffe
User: Darth Kiev
Sex: Male
Faction: The Commonwealth of Great Britain
Class: On-field commander of SAS Alpha Regiment.
Weapons: Standard SAS Gear. Customisable
Bio: Born and raised in the South-East of London, in the Woolwich district, Goodliffe was forced into the Army for three years as payment for committing a low-gain robbery near where he lived. Proving to be quite capable at being a soldier, he was offered a permenant job at the end of his three years, which he accepted.
Soon recognised by his superior officers, he was passed on for SAS training, and eventually became his group's on-field commander, after he was decorated for his deeds in the Venezeulan Conflict.
Other: None
Post Colour: Light Green

Name: King Uther II
User: Darth MG
Sex: male
Faction: The Commonwealth of Great Britain (CGB)
Class: Ruler/Officer
Weapons: Cavalry Pistol, Royal Saber
Bio: The son of King Edgar, Uther gained power after his father's mysterious death, simply dying in the prime of his life without even so much as a cold. Uther quickly went about rallying the defenses, building his own Atlantic Wall. Even now he prepares to defend the Commonwealth against any foreign powers who would dare to challenge his soveriegnty.
Other:
Post Colour: Pinky!

Name: Daniel Jackson (Nicknamed: Danny)
User: Light Side
Sex: Male
Faction: The Commonwealth of Great Britain
Class: Pilot
Ship: Hawk Fighter (or I'll pick one when theres a list) stationed on HMS Dauntless.
Weapons: pistol, knife and a rifle
Bio: A new recruit to the air force, a skilled pilot from an early age. Adaptable in the skills of piloting. Protective of his close younger brother Chris, who he was seperated with when they joined the forces.
Post Color: Italic green

Name: Captain Bruce Hutchins
User: Darth Kiev
Sex: Male
Faction: Commonwealth of Great Britain
Class: Captain of the King's Guard
Ship:
Weapons: Carries a ceremonial sword, though he is very skilled in using it. Also carries with him the most up-to-date pistol and occasionally a rifle.
Bio: He is the Captain of the King's Guard, which he reformed in 2019 to meet the growing threats to King Uther's safety. He has turned the King's Guard into an elite fighting force, moving with the King wherever he goes, whether within the Commonwealth or not.
Other: Is fiercely loyal to the King and his country.
Post Color: Light Green

Name: Jayne Wharmby
User: Darth Kiev
Sex: Female
Faction: Commonwealth of Great Britain
Class: MI6 Agent
Ship:
Weapons: Anything high-tech
Bio: Born and raised as any other citizen of Britain, she used to be a successful CID Detective until an operation she was part of led to her being forced to kill a group of gangsters. Her extreme skill noted, she was set up for a MI5 Training Course, before being transferred to MI6.
Other: Loyal to King and Country
Post Color: Light Green

Name: Commodore Sir Douglas Knighton KCB, GCVO
User: Archbishop Green
Sex: Male
Faction: Commonwealth of Great Britain
Class: Officer
Ship: HMS Ark Royal
Weapons: Webley Mark VI Revolver.
Bio: The commander of the Royal Navy�s now ageing aircraft carrier Ark Royal, Sir Douglas is commander in chief of the small British fleet stationed at Gibraltar, as well as the Rock of Gibraltar�s Governor. Sir Douglas is not exactly renowned for his modesty, his memoirs offering a slightly exaggerated view of his career. However, there is no denying that Sir Douglas is a competent and optimisitic officer with the full support of his men.
Other: (Optional)
Post Color: Purple

Name: Pope Pius XIV
User: Archbishop Green
Sex: Male (obviously)
Faction: Roman Catholic Church. (not exactly a faction, I know.)
Class: Ruler
Ship: None
Weapons: None, although at the behest of the Swiss Guard he carries a sword cane which he has no intention of using.
Bio: The recently elected pontiff of the Roman Catholic Church, Pius XIV's papacy has thus far been dominated by the ongoing World War. Horrified by the gratuitious destruction, the Pope has called for negotiations on all sides, to no avail. Whilst personally he would prefer to remain neutral, he has realised the danger posed by the USSR and the now despotic USA; to this end he has opened the Vatican's vast treasury up to the UR and CGB, and on his orders clergy everywhere preach against the USSR in sermons. All the time, however, he strives to maintain a neutral image.
Other: The first English Pope since Adrian IV.
Post Color: Purple

Name: Field Marshal Viscount Reginald Arbuthnot KG
User: Archbishop Green
Sex: Male
Faction: Commonwealth of Great Britain
Class: Officer
Ship: None.
Weapons: None.
Bio: The most senior Field Marshal in the British Army, Viscount Arbuthnot's career has been riddled with baseless accusations that his promotion to the position was "Jobs for the Boys" on the part of Westminster. However, these accusations are unfair; the Viscount has proved skillful in the past. Yet it has been argued that he is more of an administrator than a General. This remains to be seen.
Other: Currently also the leader of the Conservative Party in the House of Lords.
Post Color: Purple

Name: Mason Briggs
User: Cheapy the Hutt
Sex: Male
Faction: Commonwealth of Great Britain
Class: Commodore
Ship: The Imperious, a battleship.
Weapons: P99
Bio: Coming soon!
Other (Optional): Mason commands the Seventh Battle Group, which is made of five destroyers, one aircraft carrier, two battleships, and several fighter squadrons.
Post Color: Bold Blue

Name: Captain Archie Grosvenor
User: Archbishop Green
Sex: Male
Faction: Commonwealth of Great Britain
Class: Officer
Ship: None
Weapons: Webley Mk VI Revolver
Bio: A young (somewhat eccentric) officer of the Coldstream Guards born in 1998, Grosvenor has earned himself a reputation as a good (if slightly odd) officer. An affable individual, he is well liked and courteous, even so much as to stick the words "if you please" after an order. Despite his "gentlemanly" approach to warfare, Grosvenor is in fact as cunning a tactician as any officer in the British army, and intends to prove this to the Soviets in the near future.
Other: Another of his peculiar quirks is his insistance on going into battle with a swagger stick and a peaked cap rather than a helmet of any kind.
Post Color: Purple

The People's Republic of China

Name: Deng Ganchun
User: Admiral Fyyar
Sex: Male
Faction: PRC
Class: Premier
Weapons: Superior Rhetoric
Bio: A distant relative of the great Deng Xiaoping, Deng has worked his way to the top, eventualy becomming Premier. He is convinced that World War III is China's greatest chance ever, and he will do whatever's it is required to make China the world's leading superpower. Only time will tell if we will succeed or not.
Post Color: Red

Name: Ta Hun Kwai
User: Admiral Fyyar
Sex: Male
Faction: PRC
Class: Army Commander
Vehicle: Modified Overlord "Emperor" Tank
Weapons: Pistol
Bio: A part of the old guard of the PLA (People's Liberation Army), First Class Shang Jiang (General) Ta Hun Kwai is convinced that victory is best assumed by deploying superior amounts of armor. His forces use Blitzkrieg tactics or outright flood the enemy with armor. He is currently commanding the 1st Armored Assault Force, stationed in North Korea.
Post Color: Red

Name: Xiapo Dion
User: Admiral Fyyar
Sex: Male
Faction: PRC
Class: Fleet Commander
Ship: Mao Tse-Tung, Mao-class Supercarrier
Weapons: Pistol
Bio: A cunning and intelligent man, First Class Shang Jiang (Admiral) Xiapo is the commander of the Northern Fleet and the cousin of Xiapo Gen, the Cheif of the PLAN.
Post Color: Red

Other

Name: Assur Rabin
User: Cadre
Sex: Male
Faction: Israeli Resistance
Class: Terror Cell Operative
Weapons: Commando Tavor Assault Rifle, JERICHO 941PS
Bio: Assur was a high ranking member of the Israeli military before the Soviet Empire moved in and captured Jerusalem. Now he leads a small Terror Cell for the Israeli Resistance. Due to his incredible leadership and unrivaled Tactical expertise he now operates in Jerusalem to attempt to take back the capitol.
Post Color: 0066ff

Name: Inquisitor Konrad von Marburg
User: Darth MG
Sex: Male
Faction: The Inquisition
Class: Inquisitor Lord
Ship: Manus Christi, Battle Zeppelin
Weapons: Joyeuse, the Sword of Charlegmane
Bio: Born in Berlin, Germany in 1981, Konrad was always a very pious individual, devoting himself to Catholicism entirely. However as the Catholic church began to shrink, the young Konrad decided to organize a new Inquisition -the first in several centuries- at the age of 19. He quickly gained popularity, after swearing himself and the Inquisition to the Pope unconditionally. The St. Denis' Basilica awarded him the sword of Charlegmane for his achievement, and allowed him to set up the Inquisition's HQ there. After a horrible bombing by an Anti-Catholic organization, which left St. Denis' Basilica in ruins, killing a gruesome amount of the Inquisition's members, Konrad began the constuction of the Manus Christi, the Hand of Christ, a massive airship with heavy armaments, capable of carrying and protecting the few surviving Inquisitors and their followers. Now Konrad and the Inquisiton slowly drift across the Earth defending Catholicism from its many enemies.
Other:
Post Color: Pinky!

Name: Stilian Petrov
User: Eothain
Sex: Male
Faction: Republic of Lithuania
Class: Private
Ship: None
Weapons: AK74
Bio: Born in a working class district of the city ofVilnius Stilian is a young man who joined the Lithuanian army after finishing school, despite obtaining reasonably high grades (i.e. enough to go to university). Stilian is a quiet, determined individual.
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Name: Presidente Ignacio Fox
User: Darth MG
Sex: Mail (Like you send? )
Faction: The Republic of Mexico
Class: Spanish 1A?
Ship: Nunca
Weapons: TEQUILA! A Pistol
Bio: Born the son of Vicente Fox, Ignacio easily won the support of the people of Mexico, who simply could not find another who could and would lead them. Ignacio managed to reduce the percentage of poverty-stricken people of Mexico, borrowing huge loans from other countries, and spending nearly all of it for the sole purpose of the welfare of the people and the county. However an eerily large amount of his reforms involve the citizens joining the military, or give much better benifits to the military-aimed policies. It is unknown what his intentions are for this growing, already massive force of men.
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Name: Marshal Henri Grouchy
User: Archbishop Green
Sex: Male
Faction: Republic of France
Class: Officer/Ruler
Ship: None
Weapons: None
Bio: Little is really known about this enigmatic Frenchman, save that the circumstances surrounding his promotion to a Marshal of France are suspicious at best. However, with the unexpected assassination of the French Premier, Grouchy has been appointed de-facto ruler of France for the time being.
Other: Despite his name, he is NOT a descendant of Napoleon's Marshal Grouchy. As a matter of fact, he despises strawberries.
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Name: Martin Voelker
User: Captain Snackbar
Sex: Male
Faction: European Union
Class: President of the Council of the European Union
Weapons: Heckler & Koch Mark 23 Mod 0 Pistol
Bio: Martin Voelker is the current President of the Council of the European Union, and is quite content with his lack of executive powers. Yet, with the looming invasion of Western Europe after the fall of the eastern member states, President Voelker is now placed on the front lines, and quite afraid that he might become more than a figurehead.
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Lazer X7
Clone Trooper

posted 07-26-06 11:44 PM EDT (US) 1 / 220

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Bay Island Military Base
0900 Hours
4/23/21
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Kyle Rosten clamored aboard his ADFX-01 Morgan. The rest of his squadron readied their planes behind him. He flipped a few switches inside the plane and it rocketed off, 5 other aircraft behind him, glistening in their fresh black and white paint jobs. He smiled. My squadron, he thought. Mine. Kyle had not been a commander very long, but alas, now he was one, and above- the commander of the UR�s entire air forces. The Midnight Havoc squadron rose into the morning sky. His wing consisted of 6 planes- his ADFX-01 Morgan in front, two F-35C�s behind him, two F-14�s behind them, and an F-23 Black Widow II. Their target laid near the middle of the US- a cruise missile silo located in the middle of nowhere. Not to far away to where no one would see them hit it, though- which, in their case, was good. The UR was trying to work up everyone�s fear about the squadron, to tell them that they ruled the skies. And that�s what they had a specific paint scheme- so the enemy would be quacking in there boots once they recognized them. It was nearly mid day once the target came into range.
�Havoc Wing, on me!�
�Yes Commander.�
�Roger Sir.�
�Okay Boss.�
�Got your six, sir.�
�Roger.�
The fighters formed up on ADFX-01. The facility was in range�
�Fire!�
The missiles streaked through the sky at the cruise missile silo. It erupted into flames.
�Nice job. Now let�s get back to base-�
�Sir! Enemy contacts, and lots of �um!�
Kyle glanced down at his radar. Sure enough, 15 red dots appeared on his screen.
�Damn! Havoc Wing, prepare to engage!�
The black and white fighters scrambled from their formation to engage the unknown enemy craft�

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Archbishop Green
Clone Trooper
(id: Reverend Green)

posted 07-27-06 06:13 AM EDT (US) 2 / 220

RESIDENCE OF SIR DOUGLAS AND LADY KNIGHTON, GIBRALTAR

Sir Douglas and Lady Knighton sat on the terrace eating their breakfast in the sun. Conversation between the two followed the normal pattern, a sort of battle of wits, beginning with a comment by the Commodore about the toast. "Very crisp." he remarked.
"Very," her Ladyship replied. "Elizabeth made it."
"Elizabeth?" The Commodore seemed confused.
"The new cook, Dougie my dear. The new cook."

The Commodore responed with a grunt, displeased at not being kept abreast of current events in his own household, and began a new line of attack.

"The roses seem to be dying off," he remarked. "Simpson isn't doing his job properly."
"Simpson is on holiday dear." Lady Knighton said stiffly. Sir Douglas muttered something under his breath and fascinated himself with a fried egg. He was rescued from his humiliation by his manservant Pidgeon. "Your newspaper, Sir Douglas." he said dignifiedly, before clearing away a few dirty plates. The Commodore siezed this escape route and tore the paper out of Pidgeon's hand.

He froze. Both wife and butler watched intently. At length, Pidgeon said calmly: "May one inquire as to what news there is?"
No response.
"Douglas. Do sit down." Lady Knighton commanded with her emotionless voice. At length Sir Douglas looked at them both, then said quietly, in a hoarse whisper,

"The Soviets. They've taken the Suez Canal."

Don't bother asking why he'd learn about this from a newspaper. I don't know why either.

"You might very well think that, Mattie. I couldn't possibly comment." - Francis Urquhart, House of Cards

"After the silly season comes the conference season. Opposition did rather well this year. Abandoned their usual tactic of squabbling in public and shooting themselves in the foot; had a go at us instead. Especially the Prime Minister, I'm sorry to say. Most unsporting." - Francis Urquhart, House of Cards

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Darth Kiev
Clone Trooper

posted 07-27-06 06:42 AM EDT (US) 3 / 220

That's just what I need to get my characters started, Green, thanks

ROYAL NAVY HQ - LONDON

Admiral Joseph Crowley, the highest ranking Admiral in the British Royal Navy and Commander of all the Commonwealth's Naval Forces, marched into the busy control room with such fervour that the two guards at the door jumped slightly at his passing. A stern, grim expression across his face, the Admiral motioned for his assistant, Lieutenant Matterson, to get him a chair, before saying to the commanding officer in the control room,

"What is the situation exactly, Captain?"

Captain Stewart, the officer to which Admiral Crowley was speaking to, gave a salute before replying in a rather hurried and frantic tone,

"The Soviet Union, sir, they swept into the Suez Canal with a small aerial assault before moving in with other forces."

"Calm down, Captain," The Admiral told the officer, before turning to look at a live video-feed from the Suez Canal, being transferred to them by an MI6 Agent who had eluded the Soviet occupation and was preparing to sabotage their occupational attempts.

Trying to remain calm in the face of losing such an important location, the Admiral removed his hat, scratched his head slightly, before replacing his hat and turning to the officers in the control room, ready to give orders,

"Commodore Knighton," He said to the officers, "Commodore Douglas Knighton, of Gibraltar. Contact him immediately and order him to have his fleet ready, for when Captain Stewart arrives with an additional squadron. The two of them will use their forces to retake the Canal."

SUEZ CANAL - SOVIET OCCUPATION CAMP

Along the edges of the Suez Canal, several camps containing Russian troops were lined up, ready for immediate mobilisation should the inevitable counter-attack come at any time. As patrols began manning their routes, and guards were positioned, the soldiers failed to noticed one lone Soviet infantry-man make his way behind the large stockpile of arms, which included grenades and other explosives, which had yet to be distributed among the newly-arrived Russian forces.

Once behind the explosive stockpile, the lone Russian infantry-man removed his helmet and the small bit of cloth which covered most of his face, revealing him to actually be a her. Jayne Wharmby, British MI6 Agent to the Crown. Taking from the back of her belt a small pistol, she quickly attached a silencer to the end of it, before pulling out from the inside of the helmet she had just been wearing, a small explosive device.

It was not particularly big, the device, but the explosion it triggered would be enough to send the entire stockpile exploding into the sky, disarming the entire camp, and possibly other camps around it, of vital explosive arms. Placing the device underneath the covers of the stockpile-crates, so that it could not be seen, Agent Wharmby turned to put her helmet back on when she suddenley heard behind her the sound of a gun clicking and the voice of a Russian man,

<Hey! You! Hands up!> He said in a thick Russian accent, that even the fluent Agent had trouble translating in her head,

<I was just checking the status of the stockpile, Comrade,> She replied, but the soldier was no idiot and immediately snapped back with,

As he raised his rifle, Jayne ducked down quickly, before swinging both her legs round to collide with the soldier's bringing him crashing to the ground. Before he could yell out for assistance, Agent Wharmby leapt to her feet, grabbed her silenced pistol as she did, and proceeded to empty three bullets into his skull.

"British spy, actually." She told the dead body, before rolling behind a jeep, due to hearing the hurried approaches of more troops.

And sure enough, from her hiding place she saw four more Soviets come to the back of the stockpile, and seeing what had happened to their comrade, immediately set off the alarm and began fanning out to find who was responsible. Not wanting to risk them finding and disarming the device she had placed on the arms stockpile, Jayne jumped from her hiding place, and into the jeep. With the yells of the Soviet troops suddenley filling the air as they saw her, she put her foot down and the vehicle began storming towards the edge of the camp.

<Open fire!> She heard many times, as she ducked down low to avoid the hail of bullets that was ripping the jeep to shreds.

However, as she passed the tents on the outskirts of the camp, and went off into the night, she pressed the switch on her belt, and the entire dark sky was lit up as the entire Soviet encampment went up in smoke, as piles of grenades, C4 and other such material all blew up in a cloud of fire and smoke.

"Wharmby to HQ," Jayne said as she dialed some numbers into her phone quickly, "That's another camp sabotaged for now."

Ki-Adi-Mundi - You lil' conehead, I salute you
Aayla Secura - Next time keep looking over your shoulder
Plo Koon - Learn how to press the 'eject' button
Stass Allie - Same as Aayla
Kit Fisto, Agen Kolar, Saesee Tiin - Never underestimate old men

Archbishop Green
Clone Trooper
(id: Reverend Green)

posted 07-27-06 07:22 AM EDT (US) 4 / 220

HORSE GUARDS, LONDON

Field Marshal Arbuthnot sat in his office and looked down on the parade ground where, as he spoke, the Blues and Royals trotted around, resplendant in their armour. He turned to his Adjutant, Captain Grosvenor, and said quietly:
"Dashed bad news about old Barclay, eh?"
"Yes sir."
"Dead you say?"
"As a doornail, it would appear sir. Soviet missile. Hit his headquarters, sir. He never stood a chance."

Arbuthnot poured himself a brandy, before he realised it was before lunch and hurled the glass out of the window. There was a neigh and a cry from below, followed by a loud clang. Arbuthnot cleared his throat and stepped smartly away from the window.

"And now we've lost the Suez Canal."
"I hear Barclay's men inflicted horrendous damage on the Russians, sir." Grosvenor ventured, cleaning his monocle. Arbuthnot smiled wryly, then walked over to a map on the wall. "The ritual, Archie."

Archie Grosvenor slowly walked over to the map and purposefully removed the five little Union Flags around the Suez Canal, before replacing them with several little Soviet ones. "Getting a bit thin on the ground, eh?" he said quietly. Arbuthnot nodded and strolled over to the window. He turned to Grosvenor.

"Archie?"
"Yes sir?"
"Do be a good fellow and get me Admiral Crowley."
"Yes sir." Grosvenor saluted and left.

Arbuthnot strolled over to the window again and watched as the limp form of Lt. William Jeffries of the Blues and Royals was carried away on a stretcher. Then he returned to his desk and began his paperwork.

"You might very well think that, Mattie. I couldn't possibly comment." - Francis Urquhart, House of Cards

Light Side
Clone Trooper

posted 07-27-06 07:55 AM EDT (US) 5 / 220

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Some British Air Base
0500 Hours
-------

An early morning for Chris as he was getting ready for an air transport lift to St Petersburg, Russia to help with the frontline towards the capital of Russia, Moscow. He sat outside the air base on the grass next to his transport, the Chinook HC2. He sat on his luggage reading a letter sent to him by the British Army General.
As Britain was supplying many resources to the United Republic, Chris Jackson and a select few from the British Army had been chosen to fight alongside United Republic Troops. To keep this secret this select few would have to fight in United Republic uniforms.
"Hey Jackson, we're ready to board!" Shouted Ryan Templeton.
Military snipers for the U.S., UK and countries that adopt their military doctrine, are typically deployed in two-man sniper teams consisting of a shooter and spotter. Ryan was Chris' spotter in this two-man sniper team. Ryan and Chris had trained together for 4 years in reconnaissance and surveillance, anti-sniper, killing enemy commanders, selecting targets of opportunity, and even anti-mat�riel tasks (destruction of military equipment).

Chris used a cigarette lighter to burn the letter to keep the information secret, for as soon as he stepped onto the Chinook he was a United Republic Sniper. He got up off his luggage and swung his backpack and sniper rifle over his shoulders and boarded the Chinook.

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Darth Kiev
Clone Trooper

posted 07-27-06 08:34 AM EDT (US) 6 / 220

ROYAL NAVY HQ - LONDON

"Field Marshal Arbuthnot wishes to speak to you sir, immediately, sir." Lieutenant Matterson informed Admiral Crowley, once the experienced senior officer had witnessed the orders being sent to Sir Douglas concerning the counter-attack for the Suez Canal.

"Very good, Lieutenant." The Admiral replied, before calling for quiet in the control room, before taking the phone that the younger Lieutenant had handed him, nodding briskly as he did so.

"Field Marshal Arbuthnot," Crowley said into the receiver, "I assume you wish to talk about the Suez Canal incident? I'm open to any suggestion you might have, though I've already taken the liberty of preparing to muster a naval retaliatory force."

Archbishop Green
Clone Trooper
(id: Reverend Green)

posted 07-27-06 10:30 AM EDT (US) 7 / 220

HORSE GUARDS, LONDON

"Glad to hear it," Arbuthnot answered, somewhat relieved. "I would like to know if it's possible for you to arrange some transport," he continued. "We're considering sending a brigade over.�

HMS ARK ROYAL, GIBRALTAR

Knighton's launch pulled up alongside the famous carrier and the commodore nimbly leapt up onto the ladder, to be met by his second in command, Captain Campbell. Campbell was a gruff Scotsman with a large black beard, and one of the most capable men Knighton had ever served with. As the two climbed aboard to the customary whistle, the Commodre took him to one side. "Any orders, Campbell?"
"We got a message from Admiral Crowley about an hour ago, Dougie." he said in his thick accent. Normally Knighton would have reprimanded any subordinate using his christian name, but Campbell was an old friend.

"What was it?" he asked.
"They're sending Captain Stewart with a squadron. They want us to take back the canal, Dougie."
"Easier said than done, Campbell" the Commodore said, removing his cap.
"Aye, Dougie, but we'll find a way, we'll find a way."
"I hope so." Knighton sighed, and headed to the bridge.

SEVEROMORSK

The sentries outside the headquarters of the Northern Fleet snapped to attention as Admiral Konstantin Petrov climbed out of his staff car and strode purposefully up the steps. As he made his way to his office, various officers saluted him. He ignored them. He was in a bad mood. Moscow had resolved to send a new batch of political officers to keep an eye of the officers of the Northern Fleet.

Petrov hated such intrusions. He wasn�t an ardent Communist, indeed, he preferred things the way they were, but he wasn�t exactly likely to suddenly replace the Hammer and Sickle with the Union Jack or Stars and Stripes either. For him, the war was about the love of his country, not some stupid political ideal. The Admiral was greeted by his aide, Captain Karensky. He nodded. "Good Morning, Admiral."
"Morning, Karensky. What news?"
"Admiral Borodin has captured the Suez Canal, Admiral."

Petrov laughed. "Borodin? The man couldn�t place it on a map, Karensky, let alone capture it. Are you serious?"
"Well, General Kamenev probably did all the work. I�m not sure. The message came from Borodin though."
"Ha! There you have it. The man�s lying. Or exaggerating. He never leaves his little hidey hole in the Black Sea anyway. Now, Karensky, what are our orders?"
"Well sir," Karensky produced some papers. "These came from Moscow." Petrov snatched the papers and read them eagerly, before throwing them down on the desk. "Bah! Same old stuff, Karensky. 'Maintain careful observation of Finnish Navy, harass Norwegian Merchant shipping.' When will we get some action?" He strode over to a table with a map, and indicated the Barents and the Arctic Circle. "We�re held back up here while the real action�s out there," he said, waving a hand in the vague direction of the Atlantic.

Petrov walked slowly over to the window and lit his pipe, before turning to face Karensky. "Let�s have a little adventure shall we?" he said quietly. Karensky looked puzzled. Petrov smiled. "Give the order for the fleet to sail. See what damage we can do in the Atlantic."
"But Moscow..."
"Damn it, Karensky. This is my fleet, not Moscow�s. Let them complain all they want. They�re politicians, not sailors."

Karensky hesitated, then gave a knowing smile. "As you wish, Admiral."

"You might very well think that, Mattie. I couldn't possibly comment." - Francis Urquhart, House of Cards

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Light Side
Clone Trooper

posted 07-27-06 10:35 AM EDT (US) 8 / 220

-----
Aboard the HMS Dauntless
-----"Jackson, Hey Jackson!" A deck officer shouted. "Get your arse in the Hawk. Your heading for Gibralter. Your destination is the HMS Royal Ark. Here.." The officer gave the pilot coordinates of where the HMS Royal Ark was heading. It also gave details on a mission to retake the Suez Canal. Danny noticed as a few other pilot's were launched for the same heading.

Daniel Jackson got to his feet pocketing a picture of him and his brother in their uniforms before they started the training in the forces. As he ran towards the Hawk he placed his helmet on and quickly scanned the coordinates and some of the information on the sheet given to him by the deck officer. The pilot climbed into the Hawks cockpit and pulled the windscreen over his head as it clicked into a fixed position. Daniel saw the signal to take off and did so within a few seconds he was airbourne. He then headed for the coordinates given to him by the deck officer.

-----
Above the HMS Royal Ark
Approx. 30 mins later...
-----

Daniel Saw the Aircraft Carrier HMS Royal Ark below him and immediately made preporations to land the Hawk safely on the Carrier. Once he landed he noticed some of the pilots that left the HMS Dauntless had already arrived before him.

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Darth Kiev
Clone Trooper

posted 07-27-06 10:47 AM EDT (US) 9 / 220

ROYAL NAVY HQ

"We most certainly can provide transport for your men, Field Marshall," Admiral Crowley spoke down the phone, before clicking his fingers at Lieutenant Matterson as a sign to start making arrangements, "Your brigade will be heading down there with Captain Stewart's naval squadron. That won't be a problem will it?"

With a short side-glance to where Captain Stewart was speaking with some ensigns, the Admiral brought his voice to a quiet hushed voice and said down the phone,

"Stewart's a good man, but he's not the sharpest tool in the box, if you get my meaning, so I don't suppose whoever you're sending down there with him could keep an eye on him could you? It would be most appreciated, as the poor soul really does get a bit flustered whenever a situation arises which he can't quote the solution to from a text-book."

EDIT: Btw, I promise my posts will get longer soon!

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Archbishop Green
Clone Trooper
(id: Reverend Green)

posted 07-27-06 11:46 AM EDT (US) 10 / 220

HORSE GUARDS, LONDON

Arbuthnot cleared his throat uncertainly. "W-well of course, Admiral, of course, but, well, we're soldiers, not sailors. I'm not quite sure what use Laughton will be."
"Laughton?"
"Brigadier Laughton. Stirling fellow. One of the best." He looked up. Grosvenor entered, followed by the Brigadier in question. He smiled. "Ah, Laughton. I was just telling Admiral Crowley about you."

"Eh?" The Brigadier looked confused.

Arbuthnot cleared his throat and continued his conversation with Crowley. "Well, that's all I really have to say right now. Anything you want to add?"

ST. PETER'S SQUARE, ROME

Pope Pius XIV looked down at the adoring crowd from the balcony of St. Peter's and sighed. While it warmed his ageing heart to see such crowds, there was no denying; day by day it dwindled. Not from lack of faith, he knew, but lack of freedom. The only pilgrims who could really make the journey freely were from western Europe, and even then, with Europe now on the front lines they were not keen to take the risk.

Every day, Cardinals, Bishops and even foreign envoys were begging him to at least temporarily transfer the Headquarters of the Roman Catholic Church elsewhere, if only for his own safety. But Pius was determined. "I am Bishop of Rome, my children," he had argued. "And I vow I will not abandon Rome yet while Catholics remain here."

There was another reason too, one Pius didn't care to mention. The Vatican was also home to a vast amount of money. Not that Pius wanted it for himself, quite the opposite. But that money was being shipped across Europe in secret, day by day, to Britain, where it was secretly being divided and two-thirds shipped out to the United Republic's coffers.

Not that Pius advocated the use of violence. He abhorred it. But he was a wise man, and saw the dangers posed by the Russians and the USA, the oppression they represented. And to his mind it was the lesser of two evils. He pondered this, then snapped back to the here and now, and blessed the crowds before heading back indoors.

I think I've introduced all my characters now.

"You might very well think that, Mattie. I couldn't possibly comment." - Francis Urquhart, House of Cards

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Darth Kiev
Clone Trooper

posted 07-27-06 12:21 PM EDT (US) 11 / 220

ROYAL NAVY HQ

"That will be all I think, Field Marshal," Admiral Crowley said down the phone, "I shall await news of the counter-attack with eagerness indeed. Do wish your Brigadier the best of luck from me now, won't you?"

And with that, the Admiral put the phone down, before Lieutenant Matterson returned to his side, a short slip of paper in his hand. Taking the paper, the Admiral gave it a short sharp look before saying,

"Trouble near Sicily eh? What sort of trouble Lieutenant?"

"As far as we can tell, it is reminiscent of the strategies used by pirates in the Indian Ocean, sir," The Lieutenant replied, "Merchant and trading vessels being attacked, robbed and sunk only short distances away from the Sicilian coast and the like. We believe it to be nothing more than mercenaries being paid to cause disruption in the Mediterranean."

"But Lieutenant," Admiral Crowley said, as his eyes narrowed in concentration, "It very well could be a pre-emptive attempt by the Russians to stop our forces moving towards the Suez Canal."

"Sir?" Matterson questioned, puzzled, "Surely the Russians wouldn't move their Naval forces from the Canal into the Mediterranean so quickly? They would need to establish their command base first."

"The Russians are a clever bunch, I'll hand them that," The Admiral told his assistant officer, "They may be using forces of other Eastern European countries in the Canal, and moving their own onward to Sicily."

"With all due respect, sir, isn't this mere speculation?" Matterson prompted, causing the Admiral to give him a wily old look,

"Indeed, Lieutenant, but in this time of conflict everyone is trying to do what the other least expects, so speculation is the best form of defense. Do we have a way to contact MI6's man at Suez?" The Admiral directed the final question to an ensign operating a computer.

"Yes, sir, but the Agent is in fact a woman, sir. Codename - Firefly."

"Well put me in contact with her," The Admiral ordered, "And make sure to send a message to Rome about those sightings off Sicily."

SUEZ CANAL - BETWEEN RUSSIAN CAMPS

Jayne accepted the call within two seconds of her comlink bleeping, and was soon talking to none other than Admiral Joseph Crowley, the highest-ranking Admiral in the Royal Navy.

"Admiral, sir." She said.

"Firefly, I believe?" Came the reply of the senior man.

"It is indeed, how can I help?" The rumble of the jeep's engine was hushed as she slowed down, so as to speak into her comlink more easily.

"We need to know what intelligence you have on the Russian ships going through the Canal." The Admiral told her, "We have reason to believe they may have already pushed forward into the Mediterranean."

Giving herself a few moments of silent thinking, as she tried to recall everything she had seen going up and down the Canal since the Russian take-over a few days ago, Agent Wharmby eventually said, amidst prompting by the Admiral,

"There's been no high concentration of movement by the Soviets, Admiral," She heard the discontent, but also relieved, sigh come from the Admiral, "But the Canal has hardly been left empty either. I can offer no definate answer I'm afraid, as my concern has been mostly with the land forces occupying this region, sir."

"No worries, Agent Firefly, but if you could find some way to contact us if you do see anything, it would be most appreciated. Admiral Crowley out."

"Affirmative, Admiral. Firefly out."

As she switched her comlink off, she began to accelerate the jeep once more, this time speeding off in the direction of the next Russian camp, which was slightly bigger than the last and no doubt twice as dangerous, as they would be on full-alert in light of the sabotaged explosions which had already occurred in three other encampments thanks to Agent Wharmby...

Lazer X7
Clone Trooper

posted 07-27-06 03:19 PM EDT (US) 12 / 220

The ADFX-01 Morgan wove inbetween the entanglement of fighters. Bullets skimmed inches away from the plane. These are no push overs. They knew we were coming. He sighed. That was not good. An integence leak? Maybe they actual saw us coming and were able to scramble their fighters. No, it must be something else. For now, concentate on staying alive. The Morgan whirled through a pool of fighters- two hostile F-35C's came out after him. Sundenly an alarm filled his cockpit--a missle lock, two of them. A second siren came on to signal they'd been fired. He pulled his fighter into a roll, then juke left, and right. The missles wizzed by ADFX-01. He fingered his throtle control, and jerked the plane up and instantly cut the thrust. The fighter looped right as he evened out, he gunned it. H had pulled a manover called the Rosten Loop- named after him after he had used it in his first engagement. It put him directly behind the F-35Cs. He fired, and the one on the left exploded, sending it's wingman spiraling down in an inferno.He looped the jet and brought it back to the engagement. 4 fighters left, and so far- from what he could tell- zero losses. The ADFX-01 Morgan flew at a fighter, firing away. He looped again to see 2 of the remaining craft bearing down on an F-14 Tomcat. He rolled iinbetween the bullets- most of the glancing of the extra armour of his plane- but a few went through. One of his engines burst into flames, and the controls partly locked up. The fighters broke of from their other target to catch the new prey. Missile lock warnings blared- then ceased. He was still being trailed- but by an F-14.
"You saved me. I save you. Thanks."
"Thank You, kid."
"No prob. There's still one left- but it's not an F-35."
"Better or worse?"
"No telling. We can't identify it."
He looped his fighter around to see one of his F-35's explode as an orange raored through the skies. He quickly recongnized it.
"A Falken!?"
"You know it, sir?"
"Sure as hell! That's my aircraft's prodesecor, devolped by the Americans, but the plans were stolen by the Russians before they could build it. Sports a prototype laser."
"What do we do boss?"
"Get out of it's way. Let me handle it."

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Captain Snackbar
Clone Trooper

posted 07-27-06 03:52 PM EDT (US) 13 / 220

Leningrad, Soviet Union - 7:00

Sergei muttered to himself as he downed a shot of Stolichnaya Kafya Vodka. If there was one thing that woke him up, it was some of Stlochnaya's Coffee Vodka. As he placed the shot glass down on the counter, a radio anchor babbled in the background, going on about how a UR offensive had started an invasion of Leningrad by sea.

"It won't last long," he murmured, and strode out of the kitchen and down the hallway.

The shag carpet that covered the floor of the hallway was an ugly puce, rivaling the color of the light burgundy walls. All in all, it made a rather terrible sight, especially when you took notice of the pictures that lined the walls. Almost of them had the same person pictured in them, Iosif Vissarionavich Dzhugashvili, former Premier of the Soviet Union, better known as Joseph Stalin.

The line had been watered down since Stalin's time, but after Stalin's great-grandson was born and became an adult, his family name was officially changed back to Dzhugasvhili. That was how things had gone for several generations, until it came to him.

However, that wasn't bothering him at the moment, as he was just beginning to shave a stubble off his chin with a razor. In a few seconds, he was done, and was placing the razor back into the medicine cabinet. He slowly turned the water on, cupping his hands underneath the faucet as he did so. The water ran as he stared at himself in the mirror. He looked something like Joseph Stalin back when he was younger, especially now that he thought about it. He had a thick black crop of hair on the top of his head, which he almost never combed, with a sharp, thin mustache hanging beneath his nose. Thankfully, he had no beard, but that only strengthened the likeness. Sergei shook his head violently, and splashed the handful of water onto his face. He muttered to himself as he stepped out of the bathroom, and into the threshold. He shrugged on a trenchcoat and opened the door, greeting the cold of the Russian Winter.

"The engine better not be frozen," he muttered to himself.

"You load sixteen tons and what do you get?
You get one day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me, 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store"-Ernie Ford

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Pacifica2
Clone Trooper

posted 07-27-06 04:10 PM EDT (US) 14 / 220

Somewhere in the Atlantic, aboard the Super-Carrier Freedom

Derek Lantark paced in his cabin. Britain had been a secret ally for a long time, and had held out against Russia basically alone for a long time. The United Republic and the USA where fighting in America, and Derek had no doubt that neither side could win without help. This gave the United Republic an advantage, as the US was in debt to just about every country you could think of, and had it's people under Marshal Law, using the military to impose rules and laws on them. The Constitution had been forgotten, as had the Declaration of Independence. Fortunately, Derek knew where they both where.

He walked over to his briefcase, containing all his personal belongings, and opened it. He examined the cases holding the two important documents, and examined the documents themselves. They where written by people who believed that democracy was the only truly free way to govern people. Any other way fell short. Way short. He paced once more, before returning to his map of the world. He removed the British flag, and placed a Russian flag on the Suez Canal. He then placed a United Republic Flag, on London. On the other side of the flag, was the word, Alliance.

Derek called for Talia Nivarra, Admiral of the entire United Republic fleet. She soon walked in.
" How far are we from England?", Derek asked.
" Roughly 50 miles.", was Talia's response.
" Call London, tell them to send a representitive(sp?) to Penzance.", he ordered her.
" Yes sir.", she said, and walked out.
And it begins, Derek thought.
United Republic Flag:

Bow down to my crappy GIMP skillz.

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Darth Fett
Clone Trooper

posted 07-27-06 04:47 PM EDT (US) 15 / 220

Orin Hunter watched the snowy landscape pass by her at incredible speed. She was flying at a low altitude, watching the radar, and looking around strenuously to see any enemy fighters. The sky was overcast, making it hard as hell for her to spot anything. But then again, its always overcast in Russia; overcast and cold as hell. The sides of the cockpit window were frosted, despite the effort Orin had made to scrape all the ice off before she took off.

Orin continued on her designated route, nothing, no enemies. Just like every day. She shifted her planes course towards the Russian airstrip, and switched on auto-pilot. She could rest for a few minutes, and just watch the world zip by her.

Soon enough, however, she had to switch off the computer pilot, and land the plane herself. It was a dangerous landing, there was a small layer of ice on the runway, and the plane skid a bit, but nothing that didn't happen every day of her life. Orin opened the cockpit, and felt the freezing air hit her face.

You rock dood - Nanosaur
"CAPS LOCK IS CRUISE CONTROLL FOR COOL" ~ Hobo

Archbishop Green
Clone Trooper
(id: Reverend Green)

posted 07-27-06 06:23 PM EDT (US) 16 / 220

THE VATICAN PALACE, ROME

Pius XIV leaned back in his chair as the head of the Vatican Bank, Archbishop Luiz Barataria, handed him a document which bore the word "CONFIDENTIAL" in red ink at the top. The Pope raised an eyebrow at this. "Honestly, Luiz my old friend. This isn't some sort of cheap spy novel."
"Begging your pardon Holiness," Barataria began quietly, "but we can hardly have every priest, nun, or pilgrim in Rome looking through this, can we?"
"Yes, but don't you think this," the Pope indicated the document, "is rather going to arouse suspicion?"

The Archbishop sighed and conceded defeat. Pius opened the document and read it thoroughly. It outlined the shipments of money to Britain over the last few months, and the final pages listed the methods by which it was being smuggled out of the Vatican. Pius gently placed the file back on his desk. "Some of those methods are really quite ingenious," he said at length, with a touch of awe in his voice. "Especially the final method."

This was a method whereby bars of gold were melted down, mixed with ink and then slowly written into various documents, books and letters, and sent to various Catholic-friendly nations. There the documents would be carefully burned, retrieving the gold-laden ink.

Over the last few years, the Vatican Bank had almost perfected its own form of espionage. "You should be proud, Luiz." Pius said quietly. Barataria smiled at the compliment, then replied: "People are getting suspicious, your Holiness."
"How?"
"All these letters sent around western Europe. People are beginning to suspect things. Shifty people."

Pius looked grim. "Well, Luiz. We must devise new methods. I for my part will continue to remain impartial. I, after all, have no idea what you are up to." The Archbishop smiled at this, and gathered up his documents.

"Until next time, Holiness."
"Until next time, Luiz. God be with you."
"And you Holiness." The Archbishop hurried away. Pius opened his drawer and took out some paper and a fountain pen, as well as some "special" ink cartridges. Then he began to write a Bull to the People of England. Of course, the letter was complete gibberish, just an assortment of latin phrases, but MI6 were in on the Vatican's methods and knew how to extract the gold.

When this was done, he went to his private chapel to pray...

"You might very well think that, Mattie. I couldn't possibly comment." - Francis Urquhart, House of Cards

Light Side
Clone Trooper

posted 07-27-06 06:34 PM EDT (US) 17 / 220

I've changed the colour of my text to 00ff00 from green. As I couldn't read it.

-----
St Petersburg, Russia
1700 Hours
-----

Chris and Ryan finally arrived at St Petersburg where many United Republic forces were attacking the Russian town from the Baltic sea. The United Republic forces are attempting to push towards the Capital city of Moscow in Russia. With much of the frontline on the borders of Europe. Many of the countrys were joining forces with the United Republic forces and defending their countrys against the Soviet Union.

Chris and Ryan instantly saw many body bags piled outside a church where by the looks of it, many of the injured were being taken there. A United Republic soldier moved towards them, and by the markings on his uniform he was obviously a Colonel.

"It's about time you guy's got here!" The colonel said. "We are struggling to make any ground because of snipers along most of the bridges on the river Neva. So guess what your first mission is?"

"Have dinner?" Ryan asked in hope.

"We've had a long journey sir, it would be nice to get something to eat." Chris agreed.

"No such luck boys, We are running low on food supplies. We aren't expecting a delivery till the end of the week." The Colonel turned and started walking towards the Church entrance. He turned his head slightly towards the two men, "Good luck hunting."

Chris and Ryan began to walk towards the Neva river...

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Sarthos
Clone Trooper

posted 07-27-06 06:44 PM EDT (US) 18 / 220

Sergei stood in the remnants of the Washinton Monument, his sniper rifle leaning against the wall beside him. Nobody could spot him up this high, and everyone below was a perfect target for him.

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Consul
Clone Trooper
(id: Desere)

posted 07-27-06 06:47 PM EDT (US) 19 / 220

The spring air streamed through the open hangar door at Bush Air Force Base, The colonel stood over a table shivering a tad in his tan t-shirt, looking at a digital display. He was tall, reaching a height of 6'4�. His tall build accentuating his position, for all men under him looked up with respect and admiration. The resistance had turned had turned him to a 'war hero'. His record and youth only enhanced his reputation.
However, although a hero in the eyes of many, he had his own share of problems, as all heroes do. For one it was often said by his superiors that his military career was winding down, and that he should seek a career in politics. And, also, his position had also caused stress in an already strained relation ship with his wife. For most of the month he either spent his night at the Base, or traveling to other bases.
No time to thing of those things, focus at the task at hand. He quietly reprimanded himself.
He once again studied the display of military installations, seeking out the answer of where would be the most strategic place, hopefully one next to the shoreline. For the soviet aggression was getting worse and worse. Ironic. A Republic Turns into a Dictatorship, and a Dictatorship turns into a Republic. Hearing footsteps coming from right behind him, David turned his head in that direction, and was surprised to see his Lieutenant Colonel, Jason Cambridge.
�Colonel,� Cambridge said with a wry smile. �The General want to talk to you.�
�Why didn't he send a message?� Replied the somewhat aggravated colonel.
�I 'dunno, Sir. I guess it's 'classified.� The older subordination replied.
David shook his head, Why must a soldier always be interrupted with bureaucratic affairs. He thought to himself, not realizing he said the thought out loud.
�Bit aggravated , Sir?�
�What?�
�Why must a soldier always be interrupted with bureaucratic affairs.� He said mincingly.
�I'm going to meat the general.� replied David.
�Yes, sir.� Replied mason, trying to lean over and get a glimpse at the display.
�Classified.� David retorted. And with hat he slipped his finger over the biol-authenticator, and signed out.
And with that, he turned around and saluted his assistant as he walked away to 'get entangled in bureaucratic affairs.

No will to wake for this morn.
To see another black rose born,Deathbed is slowly covered with snow.
Angels, they fell first but I'm still here.
Alone as they are drawing near, In heaven my masterpiece will finally be sung

End of All, Nighwish

Lazer X7
Clone Trooper

posted 07-27-06 08:47 PM EDT (US) 20 / 220

Here, I think I've got a good UR flag:

(Sorry it's cut off) Anyhow, going good!

The ADFX-01 howled at the ADF-01. Kyle pulled the trigger and fired at the orange beast. Most of the bullets glanced of it's armour. Frustrated Kyle rolled and fired again. But it wasn't there. from above it was bering down on him at tremendous speeds. Kyle juked out of the way just in time as it's laser sissled through the air where he had been. Kyle rolled in behind the Falken and fired an Eltronic Distblizer right into it engines. There was a shock wave, and everything shut off. The craft begain to fall. It skided across the desert ground, rolled, smashing a wing and the metal cockpit, and stopped. There was no explosion. Eyeing the craft, Kyle relized he would hate to fly it. It had a 'cofin' cockpit. The piot had to rely on insterments, there were no windows. When he fired the ED, the pilot must have lost all visiblity. Another siren whent off in his cockpit. Fuel. He hopped their C-5 refueler/Transport would arrive soon. It could also take the Falken with it...

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Captain Snackbar
Clone Trooper

posted 07-27-06 10:36 PM EDT (US) 21 / 220

Molotov Building, Leningrad, Soviet Union

Sergei opened the door to his office, and stepped in, taking the papers inside of the basket marked "in" as he went. Placing them down upon his desk, he began to sort through them. That was Sergei's job. He went through documents, searching for information valuable to the defense of the soviets and the safety of the people. Most of it were telephone calls made by people deemed "subversive" and newspapers from other countries, but he'd sometimes find a gem in there. Such as what he had just seen on the stack of his papers. It was a British newspaper, the Guardian, and printed in large, bold English letters were the words "Soviets Take Suez Canal".

Sergei had a basic understanding of English, and could speak it well enough to get by, but there were a few words that really stuck out whenever Sergei heard or read them, and Soviets was one of them. He quickly took out a pen and began to write down what he thought was the translation. In a few seconds, a smile was crossing his face. One more victory for the free world, and one step closer to a United Soviet world!

However, a noise quickly dampened his joy, that of his office phone ringing. He hadn't even got any work done, somebody was already trying to call him. He quickly snatched up the reciever and placed the reciever to his ear.

"Comrade Dzhugashvili here," he said with a slight edge to his voice

"Hello, Comrade. This is Andrei Illyich, asking for your prescence in my office. Thank you," the man on the other side replied. After a short click, the noise on the other side ceased.

Sergei nodded slowly as he hung the phone up. The head of the head of Leningrad KGB called, so he was needed for something important. Probably not something that he wanted to be needed for.

I made a map that is hopefully a good representation of the world at the moment, and it can be found here. All burgundy countries are part of the Soviet Union, all red countries are communist friendly countries. Dark yellow is the UR and it's allies. The EU was included as it's member states are opposed to the Soviet Union and are allies of England. They're also more democratic than neo-fascist. Orange states are battleground countries between the Soviet Union, the UR, and their respective allies. The dark blue is the USA and friendly nations.

"You load sixteen tons and what do you get?
You get one day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me, 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store"-Ernie Ford

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Darth Margera
Clone Trooper

posted 07-27-06 10:58 PM EDT (US) 22 / 220

Intro tomorrow... sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeep....

Blast from the Past!

Lazer X7
Clone Trooper

posted 07-28-06 00:56 AM EDT (US) 23 / 220

Alright, that map will do. I'll add it soon. Now bed time. *sleeps*

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Light Side
Clone Trooper

posted 07-28-06 05:15 AM EDT (US) 24 / 220

Oops, Turkeys in the Soviet Union?

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Darth Kiev
Clone Trooper

posted 07-28-06 05:30 AM EDT (US) 25 / 220

You could change your last post to have it somewhere along Turkey's coastline, and say that the UR had retaken that place, but the Russians were pressing down on them again or something, Light Side.

I don't know where Kars is, so that might apply already lol. If not you could always use the town of Bodrum...all I know about that is it's along the coast and it's where my girlfriend has gone for her holiday

Light Side
Clone Trooper

posted 07-28-06 05:37 AM EDT (US) 26 / 220

Ok, I'll change it to Baltic Sea into Russia. I'll edit the post when I find out which town I can use.

Edit: I'll use St Petersburg.

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Lazer X7
Clone Trooper

posted 07-28-06 11:51 AM EDT (US) 27 / 220

Alright, sleep time over.
A few minutes later, the C-5 Galaxy refueler and its cover squadron came into view over the barren desert. The massive transport lowered itself down into the basin in which the battle had taken place. The fighters, which were VTOL capable, set themselves down around the transport. The cockpit of Kyle's fighter opened to blast of warm air as he exited the ADFX-01. Nearly a 1/4 mile away he could see the mostly undamaged Falken remains. The crew of the C-5 ran out with tubes and began refueling the remaining fighters. Two losses, and lots of damadge to his fighters, all from the Falken. He signaled two crewman and pointed at the Falken remains. They nodded and ran off to the reckadge, and carried it back on their utility truck. Within minutes, they were back in the air, headed for their homebase of Bay Island Air Force Base.
--------
Bay Island Air Force Base
1400 Hours
4/24/21
--------
Kyle and his pilots had been at Bay Island Air Force Base for a day now, relaxing in the semi-pardise. However, he had been reparing the ADF-01 Falken for the last 3 hours. He lifted his welding mask and wiped the sweet from his face. Now it was done. He called in the UR engineers to take a look at the plane. The spent nearly an hour taking notes, asking him how things worked, the speed capabilities, and more. When they were done, Kyle felt more exauhted then he did after he finshed the plane itself. Then an officer emerged from the back of the room. A General, prehaps?
"Commander Rosten."
"Sir."
"Name's General Springfeild. I saw what you did with that plane, including the videos of you taking it down. Very nice."
"Thank you Sir."
"Please, please, call me Springfeild. Being called 'sir' by anther man of exelence makes me feel nervous."
"Yes, S- Springfeild."
He smiled. So did Springfeild.
"Anyways, I have news from the top to tell you that that bird over there-"
He pointed at the Falken.
"is Yours. Company policy."
He winked.
Kyle smiled broadly.
"Thanks Springfeild." He turned at the plane, and his equipment.
"Looks like I have some more work to do."
"Yep, looks like it."
They laughed.

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Alexus
Clone Trooper

posted 07-28-06 02:00 PM EDT (US) 28 / 220

Sorry I haven't posted yet, will do so tommorrow

Boba Fettucinni said "Just a note to all.. Alexus is a masculine name as well. In fact it is Second Declension Masculine, Nominative Singular (meaning its a masculine noun, and thats the case used to make a singular subject in a sentence)in Latin."

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Admiral Fyyar
Clone Trooper

posted 07-28-06 02:17 PM EDT (US) 29 / 220

OOC: I've just discovered this, and oh-my it looks interesting! Is it possible to sign up as other nations than those currently in play?

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Archbishop Green
Clone Trooper
(id: Reverend Green)

posted 07-28-06 02:46 PM EDT (US) 30 / 220

HMS ARK ROYAL, GIBRALTAR

"Sir Douglas?"

Knighton looked up, to see Captain Campbell stood in the doorway of his cabin. The Commodore smiled. "Yes, Campbell?"
"Captain Stewart's squadron has arrived, Sir Douglas."
"Excellent. Let him know I request his presence on board the Ark Royal as soon as he is ready, Captain."
"As you wish, Dougie." The Scotsman saluted and left. Knighton picked up his pen once again and resumed the fifth volume of his memoirs...

FIVE MINUTES LATER...

"Sir Douglas, you have no idea what a pleasure it is to be here again." Captain Stewart said warmly, shaking the Commodore's hand vigourously. Knighton nodded in acknowledgement to Brigadier Laughton, who stood behind Stewart looking slightly nauseous from his voyage.
"What orders from London, Stewart?" he said quietly, leading the two men below deck.
"Well, only the obvious, Commodore. We're to retake the Suez Canal."
"I assume that is why you're here, Brigadier." Knighton nodded at the army officer, who just nodded groggily.

"Capital, capital," the Commdore continued, taking little note of Laughton's illness, "Now, Stewart, I have two things to say to you. Firstly, I would like to extend an invitation to the pair of you to be my guests at dinner tonight here on the Ark Royal. Secondly, I expect you and your squadron to be ready to sail by six tomorrow morning."

Stewart paused. "6AM? But Sir Douglas, we've only just arrived. My squadron has been sailing at a constantly high number of knots. My men are exhausted."
"Tripe." Knighton cleared his throat. "Time is of the essence, Stewart. Every minute we dawdle the Russians are shipping supplies and men through to the Red Sea. Is that not right, Campbell?"

The Scotsman turned. "Aye, Dougie. Aye."

Stewart looked slightly hurt, then said with a renewed confidence: "As you wish, Sir Douglas. We will be ready to sail at 6AM tomorrow."
"Excellent." Sir Douglas replied triumphantly.

"You might very well think that, Mattie. I couldn't possibly comment." - Francis Urquhart, House of Cards

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