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Post by Greater Mactopia on Aug 15, 2005 15:27:12 GMT -5
Dear Nations of Hyrule. I have been engaged ina conflict. THe Frozopian's king was siezed. I sent my UN delegate to make sure that Peace Negotiations were going as planned. Yet I saw the "General", an evil and corrupt character whose home lies in Kjata Major. They are engaging me in combat. I am severley outnumbered, him men outnumber me by 14 times. Any aid is welcome. Please don't let my nation fall, I am reorganizing my military. I ahve bought new wapons and all foregn aid will be treated exceptionally well. I will even pay them for combat service. Please, please, come to my Aid!
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Post by itza chichen on Aug 15, 2005 19:30:27 GMT -5
responding to greater mactopians request for help, the nation of itza chichen sends a plane carrying 50 troops to aid greater mactopia. unfortunately, in the nation of itza chichen guns are banned, so the troops sent to aid greater mactopia are armed only with hunting knives. the plane lands a mile away from the battle so as to remain unseen by the enemie. the troops travel single file, so as to hide their numbers in case their tracks are discovered. they travel quickly and quietly towards the battle, hiding behind any cover the land provides them with.
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Post by incompetentguards on Aug 16, 2005 9:47:32 GMT -5
'Lord General Did, sir, I have important news.'
The Lord General cracked his knuckles inside large steel gauntlets as the captain approcahed his bare and featureless command chair. The support staff were dismissed, leaving two stout, silent bodyguards, men with souless eyes, premier equipment and little morals, framing the two armoured men in conversation...
Did himself was old, his skin wrinkling and pulling in at the sides, his hair bright white, his beard and moustache flowing down to his chest, but he was not quite out of the fight yet. The huge masterfully crafted plate mail armour encompassed his thinning frame, making his aged head look disturbingly just a little too small for the hulking body. A golden halberd, ceremonial in nature, was propped against his wooden throne.
The captain was a skinny young man of no small renown. Despite his apparent physical weakness, he could shift the halberd fast and accurate, without doubt or falter, silently daring his company to match his performance and bravery. His battered breastplate and notched halbred told his story: a commander of the front lines, and honest, throughbred soldier.
Which made his presence here most unusual. Did disliked unusual things. The captian clicked the butt of his halberd against the command room's stone flagstones and saluted, a gesture of respect to the venerable marshal.
'Sir, we have discovered a communique from Greater Mactopia, sir.'
'And what exactly, my good Captain Oro, do these boys want?'
'Sir, they are requesting military reinforcement. They are willing to pay for services, and I believe...'
'The opposing force, captain.'
'Sir?'
'Who pays more, them or the other chaps?'
'Sir, I am uncertain. But the Greater Mactopians are peaceful, honorab...'
'Captain, I believe your mission is clear. You are to sally forth and discover which of the sides is the more generous. Do be subtle about it, boy. You know that playing both sides is risky business.'
'Sir, I must strongly obj...'
'Of coure you may have an small escort, my boy! Now get moving.'
'SIR!'
'DO AS YOU ARE ORDERED, CAPTAIN!'
'... yes sir. I will mobilise immediately.'
The young man saluted, turned around and left. As he walked out, Did wondered if removing the man would have that much of an effect...
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Post by Kritschboilek on Aug 16, 2005 10:45:14 GMT -5
I still do not know why I was there. Perhaps it was mere coincidence. I even did not know where I was. Although I had seen a big poster with something like 'Mactopia' on it. As I - an important militarian of Kritschboilek - walked across the country, only some birds betrayed the deeper restlessness of these lands.
Perhaps I was illegal here, I did not know. Since I had never heard of something like 'Mactopia', and thus could not say wich policies they had about unrequested wanderings... However, by this little coincidence, Greater Mactopia - as I knew later - might be saved from a war, which would probably had become a 'third world war'...
Then it happened:
I was walking in infinite barren lands. Then I saw men and smoke. Lots of black, thick smoke, rising to heaven, as if it were sent by a god. I did not know what was happening there, and was thinking whether I could go and look.
Fortunately for Greater Mactopia, I did.
I came closer, and saw two groups of human beings talking to each other, and I thought they looked nervous, as if their eternal lives were to be spend. An enormous campfire was in the middle of the ,large and yet small at the same time, field.
I stopped threehundred meters away. Nevertheless someone saw me. He came to me, first I thought it was a some hippy-like person, then I noticed he was a soldier.
Immediately I frightened, because perhaps I was an unwelcomed guest. However, he recognised the Kritschboilekian flag on my clothes, and saw my insigne of the army. He was a friendly man.
He told me Greater Mactopia was about to start a war. Something had happened but there were far too outnumbered. And they asked for help.
I said maybe I could call His Excellency High Minister of Defence of The Illumintated Republic of Kritschboilek, Sir Lord Doctor Levi Herman J. E. Ch. Yttres-De Looij-Gauss.
After firstly had to get trough lots of administration and identificate myself a hundred times, I finally got him on my mobile phone.
I told him Greater Mactopia was about to start a war. He knew, he told me, because they had sent a request for aid. But we were still trying to look whether it was really needed.
Then I convinced him, by giving the soldier himself to the phone.
When the soldier had finished, the minister just said 'Okay, I'll send forty-nine squadrons. They should be there in less then half an hour. Do you think we must ourselves to be payed for it?'
I answered 'No, I think it's not needed. we have already enough money.'
Half an hour later, forty-nine squadrons, existing of eight squads 'Rapier Mk IX', three squads 'Kalimero VI' (the most dangerous weapon Kritschboilek has - however, not lethal) and the rest normal GI and other stuff, arrived...
--D.S. (aka H.E.S.C.L.S.H.P.K.)
(OOC: Incompetentguards, marvelous, terrific text, you're a born writer, go and write books!)
Reason for Editing: Text was too bad. / The war hedn't started yet.
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Post by Greater Mactopia on Aug 16, 2005 11:04:58 GMT -5
OOC: Note, the war has not started yet, I am facing Kjata Major and it's allies.
IC: G.M. Armories have armed the forces of Itza Chicken with the best SF Auto Rifles in the nation. G.M. is preparing shore line defenses, strengthening its army with the new rifles and giving the Police forces new weapons. Citizens are flooding the Armedd Forces offices eager to register. Tet we are severly outnumbered. Shore defenses include Anti-air missles, rail guns, missles, machine gun turrets as well as trenches. All foriegn aid is given rations and ammo. This is the start of something big...
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Post by xziv on Aug 19, 2005 4:32:19 GMT -5
*_*TELEGRAM 4/02/05*_*
Omilhuse pleges the services of two of it's best platoons. These men are battle hardened from years of fighting internal wars, and are ready to serve. We have one more platoon on standby. President out.
*_*TELEGRAM ENDS:19:09*_*
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Post by Greater Mactopia on Aug 19, 2005 20:05:10 GMT -5
Mactopia City: Capital of Greater Mactopia, Press Conference:
Dear Nations of Hyrule, we greatly thank thee for thy aid. Greater Mactopia has mobilized more forces and under command of General Patton, Commander of Armed forces will be facing Kjata Major's General Minerva in a 1-1 general showdown. We thank thee again. Your forces will be mobilized and sent in a seperate 2nd fleet. Thank you again.
This has Been a Public Announcement.
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