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Post by Sir Metz a.k.a. "Metzy" on Nov 19, 2007 21:43:33 GMT -5
The Mountain Top Catalonia Spain
The Spaniards were finally figuring out how to combat the enemy in their unique hand-to-hand combat, resulting in even more losses to the Romans. One section seemed as if they were making great progress, and could break threw by the days end.
Suddenly a loud roar came from the Romans, and the hole that they saw, sealed up as the Spaniards were now trying to hold their ground, instead of gain it. The sniper teams were told to aim for the leaders, in hopes of disrupting the communication from within the bunkers. The only problem was that they were hard to see behind all of the shields and helmets. The Spaniards were endlessly flowing into the openings of the bunker, but the Romans had a solid grip on everything.
Franco had an idea, perhaps if progress wasn't being made, he may have to just surround the mountain, cut all of the supply lines in and out of it, and force the Romans to come out from hiding. Franco would have to make this choice quick however, because he dare not allow him to be matched with the number of Roman troops....
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Post by Dark Archon on Nov 20, 2007 10:20:26 GMT -5
Mountain Top Catalonia Spain The Spainards were in a rough battle with the Romans. Although the Clampapran sniper team were helping as much as they could, but the strength of the Roman soldiers were beginning to overwhelm the Spanish.
It was then that a 2 BlackHawks and 3 Apaches bearing the Protoan flag burst into scene from the side of the mountaintop. Given some valuable information from the sniper team, the choppers immediately began firing at the Romans with 50mm cannons and Gatling guns.....
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Post by Sir Metz a.k.a. "Metzy" on Nov 20, 2007 15:41:32 GMT -5
(OOC: Well, it seems I know who my friends are ) Mountain Top Catalonia SpainA wierd noise was suddenyl coming from above. The men below were engaged in hand to hand combat, so they didnt dare lok to find out what it was. Suddenly, people were blown to pieces, Spainish and Roman alike. A few helicopers were ordered to fire at will at the openings. Some of the Spainards ran back aways to avoid being shot, while others valiantly died fighting to the death. Franco ordered the men to focus on one spot with the helicopters and sniper team, keeping the other openings occupied with just infantry. The Romans would have no idea what was going on, but victory was sure to be seen now that helicopters were there, offering asistance....
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Post by Porcu on Nov 20, 2007 16:15:50 GMT -5
A secondary Legionary Commander managed to withdraw from the area where the Protoan helicopters were fighting, managing to dive back into the complex bunker system that the military base provided. Consul Cicero had left minutes before in order to view another section of the base but the Commander managed to catch up and update him.
"Consul! Consul! Helicopters have been spotted and are firing into the soldiers!"
"Helicopters?", Cicero responded clearly confused. "No aircraft of any kind were brought to the battle by Franco. How did he acquire them?"
"I'm not sure, but they are bearing down on the men and the men cannot use their shields to protect themselves against the helicopter machine gun fire and that of the Spaniards at the same time. Our remaining tanks have been knocked out by the helicopters and so we have only the infantry left."
"If it were us against the Spanish we would win hands down, but these helicopters greatly disturb me. What of our RPGs?"
"Limited; our supplies of heavy weapons are running low."
Cicero then thought about the artillery pieces and if they were positioned perfectly within the mountains' natural curves a shot could be fired.
"Use the remaining RPGs and anti-aircraft weapons we have, first and foremost. I'll look to see if we can possibly use some of the artillery pieces as well..."
The Commander saluted before heading through the cement corridors and back up into the chaos. The Spaniards and Romans were both locked in an infantry battle, the combat style and overall organized manner of the Romans heavily favored the Romans, but the newest additions to the battle helped turn the tide away from the Romans. The Protoan helicopters circled around the massive military base, raining hell from above. The fight between the Spaniards and Romans either ceased momentarily until the helicopter moved on or headed down into the bunkers. The advantage in numbers was still in Franco's advantage, but the difference was slowly being made up by the efforts of the Legionaries...
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Post by Dark Archon on Nov 22, 2007 20:12:47 GMT -5
"DarkAngel Leader...this is Spartan 1."
Commander Cristopher Baron (DarkAngel Lead) listened to his headphones amid the carnage and gasped in amazement. A AC-130 gunship was hailing him!
"Go ahead Spartan 1."
"If you put the pincer on them Romies, we'll flak 'em until they remember Carthage."
"DarkAngel Lead copies. Alright boys, let's kick the tires and light the fires. We got ourselves a big boy on the way."
It was then that the 2 BlackHawks began to descend, spitting lead at the Roman soldiers. They lost altitude enough to let off a 3 platoons of Protoan BattleSoldiers, each equipped with a Nakar Blade and BattleRifle. As soon as the BlackHawks took off again, the Apaches unleashed a torrent of gunfire and began firing the remaining Hellfire and Sidewinder missiles at the Roman base.
As the mountain began to explode from the hits, a thunderous volume of air filled the void. It was then that the AC-130 gunship thundered into view, achieving the perfect 33 degree angle of attack and began unleashing it's weapons payload of 50mm cannon, 20mm Vulcans, and it's 105mm Howitzers......
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Post by Porcu on Nov 23, 2007 21:40:22 GMT -5
OOC: I forgot to mention this before, but imagine that the base is like a portion of the Atlantic Wall during WWII, but a little modified of course...
IC: "Get into the bunkers! Get into th-", was the last thing heard from one of the Secondary Legionary Commanders as he was wiped out by a round of the AC-130 gunship's 50mm cannon.
The line and luckily not the morale of the Roman Legionaries began to finally dissolve away. Rows upon rows of men were washed away and silenced by the Protoan gunship. While dozens managed to crawl back into the thick, reinforced underground bunker network of the base hundreds more perished. The thundering of the gunship's weapons was deafening and once again the Spaniards felt confident about their chances of success. At the moment the Romans tried to halt the advance of the Spanish into the underground network at that specific spot, not shutting the area completely off but still forcing the Spanish into a bottle-neck situation. Seeing as the battle raged on underground the momentum swung back towards the Romans, playing into their hand to hand combat advantage.
Cicero, located in another part of the base, was aboveground when all of this occurred and finally found a way to use the artillery guns, and its remaining ammunition, against the Protoan aircraft. Using the elaborate system of concrete trenches within the center of the base the artillery pieces were able to be lowered and aimed towards the aircraft at the edges of the base, as that was where most of the fighting was happening.
"Lower the guns! Commander, I want that goddamn gunship to be a fiery mass of metal!", Cicero ordered first to the men and then to a Legionary Commander next to him.
The Commander didn't say a word but, nonetheless, looked through his binoculars and began giving the coordinates.
"10 degrees left...34 degrees up angle..."
"Done!"
"Fire!"
Miss. The gunship remained at its spot, seemingly not noticing the artillery round that blew over it a moment before. It appeared that the gunship's crew were still having fun blowing up the mass of soldiers and concrete below them.
"Change to 31 degrees up angle!"
"Done!"
"Fire!"
Cicero saw it all in slow motion. Years later he would still tell the story as if it happened only yesterday, something out of a cartoon people would think. The truth was that the pilot did hear the thunder of the artillery gun but nothing more after that...
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Post by Mr. Durandal on Nov 23, 2007 23:31:34 GMT -5
The move by Cicero to the guns put him in range of Sniper Alpha. The sniper aimed just past Cicero's head, adjusted for wind speed, and pulled the trigger. Sniper Alpha never missed and he didn't plan on missing this time. The shot seemed to miss Cicero but it zoomed right past him and hit the ammo dump. A spark set off an explosion and the shells' gunpowder ignited. The resulting explosion engulfed most of the guns and most likely Cicero. Cicero, if not dead, would have been burned alive, and would most likely have wished for death...
OOC: Just to make clear, please do not RP my sniper's death for me, as I have not RPed Cicero's death. He may have escaped injury depending on how close he was, or he may have been engulfed. Your call. Just don't kill off my sniper ;D (I know I could have put this in the OOC section, but this is needed to inform you before your next post.)
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Post by Porcu on Nov 26, 2007 23:22:09 GMT -5
OOC: Fair enough...How's this for ya?
IC:
The sniper's shot was nearly flawless. Taking into consideration the wind, his own heart beat, and breathing the Clamparapan sniper shot exactly when the artillery gun was fired, reading the lips of the Secondary Legionary Commander who was standing just to the side of Cicero.
No one, Cicero included, imagined that the snipers had shifted their position slightly and in doing so had a perfect shot of the Roman Consul. A short window opened up to the veteran sniper and he quickly made sure to claim another victim, but whether he had wanted to hit the ammo dump behind the Consul was only a guess as the bullet gazed the Consul's head, nicking the top part of his ear and grazing across the temporal bone of the Consul's skull but never entering.
The force and sheer surprise of the bullet sent the Consul to the ground bleeding profusely. The Legionary Commander saw Cicero fall and as turn to help the spark caused by the bullet ignited the artillery rounds behind the both of them. Cicero, being the self-made scientist he was in addition to being a politician, would always believe there to be a scientific explanation for his escape that day, although on his death bed he would finally give in to the notion that God had saved him. In any case, and unknown to Cicero, the Legionary Commander had seen the spark out of the corner of his eye and began to cover his face with his arms as he too fell. Just as the explosion erupted and shook the base the Legionary Commander actually helped shield the Consul from the explosion; not completely of course, but enough to save his life.
The explosion was felt in all corners of the base, even inside the bunkers, to which the Roman Legionaries believed that their last hours were upon them, roaring their battle cries again and fighting harder than ever. Several soldiers which were stationed inside the bunker network when the explosion went off investigated the scene. The first Legionary was shot clean through the neck by the Clamparapan sniper and the other Legionaries were quick to grab some shields. Using the testudo formation they exited the bunker and walked over to the site where currently there were whatever was left of the Legionary Commander, the artillery gun, and the artillery gun crewmen.
Soon one noticed that the Consul was underneath the remains of one of the men and not even checking to see if he was alive they carefully surrounded his body with the shields and brought him back into the bunker.
Although alive, Cicero looked nothing like it, mostly because of the blood, sweat, flesh, and more fried flesh covered his body. The most damage the Consul sustained was a few areas of second degree burns. Quickly the word spread through the underground network that the Consul's life had been ended by the enemy. Even though the soldiers would learn later that he was alive and well, at that moment, with more fervor and vigor than ever before, the Romans were determined to drive the remaining Spanish soldiers from the base and to bring an end to the devastating battle...
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Post by Sir Metz a.k.a. "Metzy" on Nov 27, 2007 19:44:06 GMT -5
The Spanish soldiers were informed of Cicero's death, or that he was assumed to be dead. They then began to fight with even more determination, catching a second wind of energy. This allowed for the men to have more strength and unity with their fighting, and with the Helicopters and Snipers, they knew that victory was soon to be reached. This motivated the men even more, as many of the men wanted to see their wife an children, as they had only seen their fellow soldiers for quite some time.
Francisco Franco was amazed at the energy the Infantry were putting into everything, and so he sat back and watched from a distance, safe from any harm. He began to receive telegrams that the S.S.A. was created, and that he had missed their first dip into the international world, and possibly another ally. He was pissed, but knew that his own nations Independence was more important. He also received word that a second revolutionary force may have been created, as they had captured a letter from Robengrad, asking what supplies were needed for the revolution. This was something that Franco needed and wanted to get onto fast, but the current battle still waged on...
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Post by Ignatius on Nov 28, 2007 21:54:58 GMT -5
SpainJack Donnell, a handsome middle-aged man of a powerful build, sipped coldly at his glass of wine from the inside of La Blusa Rosa, a minor restaurant in the particular town he was temporarily staying at, while quietly looking to the task at hand. While he personally detested the language of the area, the mild Spanish weather certainly did seem favorable to the middle-aged American "visiting" the Roman Empire, and he privately praised the Spaniards for their excellent taste in cuisine; even if it was in the middle of a ferocious war for independence. *ding* The door of the restaurant swung open just as Donnell reached for one of the tempting bread rolls lying in a basket situated in the middle of his table, with a shapely young woman dressed in a revealing spaghetti strap walking into the scene. Being both an American and an earthly man, Donnell took some time away from his meal to cast a leering look at the beautiful, black-haired girl, staring at every curve of her body from afar. "Mmmm...." muttered the American, savoring the voluptuous curves of the said lady. "That's a piece of Spain I certainly don't mind having; Un-American or not..." Admiring the girl from afar, Donnell turned his attention once more on the stack of bread lying in front of his person; reaching towards the basket with on of his large, weathered hands and tearing a bread roll into two equal parts with ease. Bringing his muscular arm to his face, the American slowly began to nibble on the piece of bread, watching the woman move towards him with great interest. "Hola.." greeted the young lady, sitting right in front of the America, "Como te llamos?" A seasoned traveler, the American responded in a fraction of a second to the woman's inquiry, smiling cheerfully at the pretty face. "Me llamo 'Frank'..." replied the American, grinning, "Como te llamo?" Without a word, the young lady immediately lifted herself from her seat, reaching depositing a large yellow envelope in front of the American. Frowning on this blatant show of rudeness, the haughty Donnell snatched the envelope from the surface of the table, ripping open the yellow parchment to reveal a small stack of letters specially addressed to a 'Lieutenant' Joseph Donnell, C.I.A. "That's odd..." muttered Donnell, scanning over his list of latest orders, "Atlanta wants an immediate assessment on this situation immediately.." "I thought those bastards already made it clear to me that they strongly supported the idea of an independent Spanish state?" Not wanting whatever curious persons interested in the affairs of the Intelligence of the Southern States of America, Donnell quickly stood to leave his table, placing a small fold of bills down on his finished plate to pay for the fine meal. Bending over to pick up his black attache' case, the C.I.A. Agent quietly opened the black bag, shoving the recently issued orders into the case while simultaneously thumbing the handle of a concealed snub-nosed .38 revolver in his vest pocket. As silently as the girl had left the building, Donnell walked out of the restaurant without a sound, briskly moving through the crowded streets to go to his temporary quarters at a fancy hotel several blocks from his location. There was work to be done.
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Post by Canton Rouge on Nov 28, 2007 22:11:53 GMT -5
Barcelona
Claude DeVoort was watching the news intently. Apparently, the Spanish and Porcuians were not making much progress in the battle for the mountain. But why would something like that matter to him. After all, it wasn't like he cared too much for either of them. Despite the fact that he had emigrated to Barcelona 10 years ago to start a new life because of problems back in the Canton, he felt like he could easily support the Romans because the Spanish had been a little snotty towards him. But then again, he could support whoever payed him the most money because he found work as a freelance mercenary and spy while in Barcelona.
*Ring!* The phone buzzed, and he went to pick it up, and said in a foreign language, "Yes, I can be at the mountain in about an hour." He hung up, then took out his lighter and burned his identification documents to avoid repercussions, if he was captured. He then turned and grabbed his customized G3 assault rifle with a built in scope, then exited his flat, hopped in his car, then started the drive to the mountain.
The Mountain
Claude exited his car, grabbed his rifle, then started to proceed up to the battle. He saw that both sides were still looking to kick each other off of the mountain. Then, he noticed a few Spanish wounded approaching him.
"Grrr," he said under his own breath, then proceeded to the soldiers, and said in his excellent Spanish, "Hola, yo soy Claude. Soy un amigo con ustedes. Necesita ayuda?" He hoped that the Spanish would offer his help, and if not, he could just as easily exterminate these wounded and get out of the area before anyone could notice.
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Post by Porcu on Nov 29, 2007 18:10:00 GMT -5
Night had come. Franco began the battle with approximately 150,000 soldiers but hours had passed since the start and he could only imagine how many thousands had been slain. The advantage in number had been 50,000 men at the commencement of the battle for the mountain, which the mainstream media had began to call it the Battle of Pamplona, although the city of Pamplona lay 46 km to the south of the battle, and now one would probably be correct in guessing that the advantage, if still any at all, was one of tens of men.
Several doctors came to Consul Cicero's side as he lay on a desk in one of the bunkers. He was already wrapped in blankets and such as if he had already passed into the next world when one of the doctors realized that he was still alive, although his breathing had decreased severely due to the blood loss. The doctors quickly realized that Cicero was on the verge of passing out, never to wake again, and so they quickly snapped into action and began the process of bandaging up the Consul's wounds. One of the guards looking after Cicero's body became so excited in all the commotion that he rushed out of the bunker screaming, "The Consul lives! Cicero lives! Fight on Romans, Fight for Cicero!"
The remaining Roman legionaries, who numbered no more than 500 at this point, kept their shields up and occasionally jabbed at the Spanish soldiers who by now had also made their way into the bunker network. Besides the modern battle rifle and pistol a Roman Legionary carried a short sword which was supposed to be used in conjunction with their shields. Employing the ancient battle tactics of the Roman Legions with the modern firearm and weapons system the Roman Legions were once again a formidable fighting force. While the Spanish continued to push and shove their way through the bunkers the infantry tactics of the Romans made sure that their progress was minimal to nothing at times.
After some minutes in the care of the doctors Cicero regain enough consciousness to slowly look around the room, blink his eyes, and ask questions.
"How is the situation?", he muttered out slowly.
"Not good, Consul...", one of the Legionaries who originally dragged Cicero back into the bunker network after the explosion. "We are down to about 500 men and all the entrances are blocked with our soldiers battling their soldiers. They are making slow progress though...I don't know how much more we can hold out..."
One of the doctors looked from the Legionary to Cicero. "Consul, if I may, I would like to suggest that we take you out of the base and to the coast. Radio communications are still up and we can send a message to the Navy to pick you up."
"That is an honest suggestion, but I will not leave my men. If I must, I will die here tonight..."
Suddenly, the quick footsteps of a soldier could be heard coming from outside the bunker room. Before anyone could move to the door to see who it was the gibbering of Spanish could be heard. Fear struck everyone and thinking quickly the two remaining guards hid behind the wall adjacent to the entrance of the room. The bunker had no door and so as the Spanish soldiers came by they saw a man laying down on a desk, flanked by three doctors. They instantly turned and ran inside only to be cut down by the remaining bullets in the guards' pistols. One Spanish solider still was struggling and his misery was quickly ended by a sword jab into the back. Cicero, due to his fragile condition, had not seen the situation play out but knew something bad had happened.
"Tell me what that just was...", he said as best in could, the words coming out softly.
"I...I don't know...Two Spanish soldiers managed to make their way around and through the bunker network...Consul, I agree with the doctor who spoke earlier. We must get you out."
"No...Lea-Leave me..."
"We can't do that Consul...One of you", a guard said pointing to a doctor. "Use the radio to call the Navy...tell them to meet us on the coastline..."
Disobeying a senior commander for the first time in their military career the two guards, assisted by the doctors, wrapped Cicero in some large blankets and began to carry him through the narrow and relatively dark corridors. Passing bunkers and corridors left and right, the soldiers couldn't believe the luck that those Spanish soldiers had in stumbling upon the bunker the Roman Consul was laying in. The two soldiers, however, had spent months at the base and knew the network like the back on their hands. Turning here and then there they managed to come to a small door, one the few in the bunker network.
"What is this? The doctors asked staring at the two Legionaries. "I don't believe this opening is on the map of the network..."
"Not on the official map anyways...It's amazing what you can find just wandering around sometimes.", one said. "Now, we've never been through here but my best guess is that it exits out the bottom of the mountain on the other side."
"Best guess is it'll take a couple of hours to...", the other said as he opened the door reveling a corridor that stretched out for a bit, but curved slightly downward. The end was not be visible from their current position.
"Let's go...."
The 5, rather 6, people entered the corridor and the soldiers made sure to shut the door behind them before continuing. After awhile, the corridor did begin to tilt somewhat at a downward angle, but it also began to spiral, descending down the mountain. Taking only one 5 minute break to sit, catch their breath, and have the doctors check on Cicero the Legionaries trudged onward, down the mountain eventually coming to a corridor that was even angled once again.
Sensing that their journey was almost over they shortly quickened their pace, fueled by a new found source of adrenaline, and exited, opening one last door. The smell of the sea was in the air, a wind blowing from the north-west, and considering that they were still relatively high above sea level they thought they could faintly make out a flashing light in the thick and heavy darkness.
"Morse code.", said one of the doctors squinting. "I'm positive that's a ship the Roman navy sent..."
Once again, filling the minds and bodies of the men, hope and excitement propelled the men down the remaining part of the mountain, across several fields, and finally to the beach where a team of sailors had just landed.
Cicero would live to see another day...
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Post by Sir Metz a.k.a. "Metzy" on Nov 29, 2007 22:29:09 GMT -5
Francisco Franco, sitting back from afar and watching, as if he were a parent that neglects his children, decided that he had won the battle, and left to go back to the capital. His soldiers had not achieved victory yet, but it was sure to come...
Franco grabbed his things and threw them into his duffel bag. He then threw the bag into a little car's trunk, and then slammed it shut hurriedly. Franco then trotted to the passenger seat and hopped into the car as the door was awaiting his arrival and was promptly opened for him. He sighed with relief, and told the driver to get back to to his office ASAP. He wanted to contact the C.S.A. as soon as he could, in hopes of establishing a newly found alliance. He had no idea what their philosophies were, but he interned on finding out.
Meanwhile, The leftover soldiers heard of their leaders departure, and were pissed off about it. They continued to fight for their freedom however, as they knew that affected themselves. Swords were suddenly being jabbed at the men, going threw their arms, chest, and throats. Some men's legs were hacked off in a violent manner, causing them to fall and be trampled by the mass of men in the small channels of the bunker. The bunker began to smell of the blood that had been flowing from Roman and Spanish alike. There were screaming men all over the place, as medics finally made it close enough to help those that survived being trampled. They had very unusual wounds, as the swords and weapon style of the Romans was not the typical way of modern warfare. None-the-less, the men's morale was close to nothing, and they were dieing off fast. They had about 1,500 men left, and still vastly outnumbered the Romans, but surely the numbers would be close to even at the end of the battle...
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Post by Canton Rouge on Nov 29, 2007 22:38:59 GMT -5
Claude wondered why those wounded didn't notice them. He thought that because of their wounds, they were too busy focusing on survival to care. He then figured to get noticed, he'd have to mvoe up. So, he dashed up to the sounds of war, hoping he wouldn't fall victim to fire from either Spanish or Roman. Of course, being a mercenary, he would just kill whoever his contract asked him to kill.
Upon reaching what appeared to be the Spanish lines, he figured, since he was close to them, he might as well aid them in their fight for freedom. He therefore took cover near a couple of Spaniards, and told them his intentions and his desire to aid them. He only hoped that would take any help they could get. But Claude kept his trigger finger ready, just in case the worse came around...
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Post by Porcu on Dec 3, 2007 19:16:52 GMT -5
While Cicero and his small group of guards and doctors managed to escape from Spain, or Hispania as the Romans referred to it, the Battle of Pamplona slowly drew itself to a close. The Romans fought on but after almost a full day of mostly hand to hand combat the superior numbers of the Spanish overwhelmed the remaining Legionaries in the underground bunker network.
From a bird's eye view much of the battle had been obscured from the prying eyes of the mass media by the cloud cover at the top of the mountain, but as it began to clear and the light of dawn glistened off the shields of dead Romans one could see nothing but destruction. Smoke billowed from the craters left in the concrete bunkers by the Protoan helicopters and dead soldiers, Romans and Spaniards alike, lay scattered across the mountain side.
The cost had been so high that the mass media began calling the battle a Pyrrhic victory for Franco, nothing humbling to be sure, and within hours upon seeing the Spanish flag hoisted up the flag pole, which had some how survived the battle, word spread through the media that the last remnants of Roman "oppression" had been defeated and Spain was once again a free nation, at least in the eyes of the Spanish...
OOC: I'll be posting the Senate's response and further news in my News Thread
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