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Judges, I have a complaint. That is blatant godmodding. The sea was most definitely not clam and I will not stand for this injustice.extreme007 wrote: The sea was clam
Oh, and by the way, those banners ain't actually there anymore. I stole them in the last Piracy Competition and they're still on sale at my shop.
In a more serious manner:
Summary: I am angry."Confound those mercenaries!" shouted Cecil, banging his fist on the table so hard he made a dent. "And we don't have the facilities to provide any kind of support! I need aircraft carriers... first the Tokian attacks by this thug, then the Omen, due to which Commander Nicholas is missing in action, then the land assault by a very secretive army, and now this... this... violation of all laws of Novatainia, this metaphorical spitting on our name. Extreme shall die if he is found."
He turned to his aide.
"Get me a line to Andreas. We need to plan our revenge for after we have dealt with this land assault."
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OOC: So this is *one* submarine (that you decided wasn't necessary for your battle with North, apparently), firing *all* those missiles?
*checks Orbat*
Oh, it apparently has 154 ... And you have costed it at 1600, which is appropriate for the extra missiles I guess. How many can it launch in one volley? *checks Wikipedia*
Fire 154 missiles AT ONCE? That can't be right ... (or if it is, that unit is way overpowered).
Fine. I'm going to assume you've fired them in more than one volley, because firing 154 at once for only 1600 is way over powered, and because if you saw fishermen, you were in the Bay of Rizack, and would have needed to change angles slightly to fire at different targets.
That means my response is as follows:
However, I must protest/question the following parts of your post:
I believe there are further objections to your post which will be posted shortly [EDIT: read 'above']. Have a tolerable day.
*Yes, I know it's kind of petty and malicious, but I think it considerably less petty and malicious (as well as pointless ... but I won't explain why because that would be going into secret Gralan orders still in effect) than the attacks on Novatainia/Toketi in the first place, and besides, its established tradition. Who am I to argue with culture?
*checks Orbat*
Oh, it apparently has 154 ... And you have costed it at 1600, which is appropriate for the extra missiles I guess. How many can it launch in one volley? *checks Wikipedia*
Fire 154 missiles AT ONCE? That can't be right ... (or if it is, that unit is way overpowered).
Fine. I'm going to assume you've fired them in more than one volley, because firing 154 at once for only 1600 is way over powered, and because if you saw fishermen, you were in the Bay of Rizack, and would have needed to change angles slightly to fire at different targets.
That means my response is as follows:
*One power grid of St Nova's cut, causing a blackout for fifty thousand people. Several factories and refineries (mainly to deal with the steel from the Barrier) destroyed. 12 fishing boats destroyed. One very angry Kraken remaining.
The firing of missiles was obviously noticed and nearby cities instantly warned, due to standard Novatainian paranoia. Citizens in Novatica were already making their way into bunkers as the secondary missiles launched, as were the personnel at Gideon's Landing, aware that diplomatic conventions did not allow any armed response.
One power grid of Novatica cut, causing a blackout for forty thousand people. The Spire, which miraculously survived Montague's strikes on Novatica last war (though the area around it remains to this day the Central DZ), appears to be legally destroyed. Most of the workers in it appear to have successfully evacuated and so appear to suffer minor casualties.
Offices at Gideon's Landing in ruins. As is appropriate for comedic conventions, a single burning wagon wheel rolls out of the rubble, despite the fact there were no wagons at Gideon's Landing. All ships legally in the harbour destroyed.
In the bunkers under The Spire (which probably has the most elaborate bunkers in all of Novatainia), one of the secretaries adds the phrase "Pulling an Extreme" to the Novatainian Vocabulary as 'Cowardly attacking a country or region that has its armed forces doing the real work a long way away, for no real or apparent purpose other than to be malicious, knowing that the numerous armed and magical troops there cannot legally respond.' It comes under 'Doing a Monty' and 'Doing a Jeremy'. Feel free to look it up.
However, I must protest/question the following parts of your post:
You're a mercenary. You can't/don't have satellites. And certainly not ones in micro-synchronous orbit over Novatainia. Believe me, if you did, they would have been shot down by the Pink SAMIN by now.I say consider because I would have known if there are ships or not, by a simply peek from satellite at your port
You are welcome to target the part of the building where the banners were originally located. However, if you'd done your research fully you'd have known the banners were stolen some time ago, and now belong to Nicholas the Mad, and are currently located in his shop in Paribia. I'm assuming you'd prefer not to relocate your attack to the banners.4 aimed to hit the palace/building by flying through the banners each (i don't know how long the banners are and if these are hanging on the palace or the building side. the point is to symbolize the blowing up of the banner.. or making it catch on fire before it gets blown up)
I believe there are further objections to your post which will be posted shortly [EDIT: read 'above']. Have a tolerable day.
*Yes, I know it's kind of petty and malicious, but I think it considerably less petty and malicious (as well as pointless ... but I won't explain why because that would be going into secret Gralan orders still in effect) than the attacks on Novatainia/Toketi in the first place, and besides, its established tradition. Who am I to argue with culture?
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You're a mercenary. You can't/don't have satellites. And certainly not ones in micro-synchronous orbit over Novatainia. Believe me, if you did, they would have been shot down by the Pink SAMIN by now.
He would have accessto ours.
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OOC: Artz, can you confirm that you picked up my troops at Nang, in accord with my discussions with Monty? Especially if you want ~8500 more soldiers for whatever you're planning?
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OOC: Scott, I suspected because of your ending the war thread that you didn't want to be picked up? Artz has received no orders to pick you up yet as a result. I had no plans for you but was simply offering you a way out of being bombed.
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The westerly wind was still there, much to Hastings' delight. The plan he was formulating had originally been used in the War of Matbaaic Liberation by Montague as a way in which to stop the missile barrages regularly fired by Stormarkian bomber wings. He hoped, and simulations told him, it would prove to be just as effective against the Antican Naval Group. They were sheltering themselves in Airosamente Bay, against the elements and against the guns of HMLS Spexico and HMLS Hood.
Yet even now they had proved to be full of surprises. Only half an hour ago ten torpedoes, from what Intelligence suspected to be torpedo mines laid by the Anticans, had been fired along the starboard side of the fleet. Countermeasures had been taken but it did not prevent 4 torpedoes getting through, impacting on the torpedo belts of Hood and Spexico, sheering off that armour while also creating a gaping hole in the Triton's starboard outer hull. Their speed was reduced but Tovey had lost her rudder capabilities after one torpedo impacted in its wake , jamming it completely. The only way she could turn was by altering speed on both her propellers as well use of her bow thrusters.
As the mouth of Airosamente Bay approached, an eery calm descended upon everybody in the fleet. They now knew their jobs and the Orders of the Day had been given as dawn broke. Hastings had been up an hour before dawn and now stood, for the first time in the war, on the bridge of Spexico. This was how the naval commanders of old had commanded their fleets, not couched in the comforts of technology and not hiding behind sheets of steel. This was where he had stood with Montague when Lovely's most pyhricc victory had taken place. Spork reclaimed, homeland lost. A new seriousness had overtaken his usual calm demeanour. The signal from the beginning of the battle still fluttered from Spexico and he hoped the Anticans would see it when he saw them, which was going to be soon as the Airosamente cliffs soon began to pass by and show the gaping mouth of the bay.
"Commander Raithson, use window." ordered Hastings. The order, sent out via Sea IVIS, saw all of the ships fire off a SeaGnat pod. However, the main chaff burst came from HMLS Jon Bond. Its remaining stock of chaff expenders for the aircraft aboard, approximately 250 pods, were forced open dispensing chaff as the wind took hold of it and sent it moving across the entire fleet. The effect was a complete radar, and also secondary laser targetting, blackout.
"Did we get range from the vanguard?" asked Hastings into the intercom.
"Aye, sir. Range is reported at 12,752 yards." reported Commander Raithson, who had taken over control of the Command Centre while his Admiral stood on the bridge.
"Captain Vega, have the main guns fire in continuous salvos. The remainder can fire at will. Commander Raithson, order all ships to fire at will. Make sure they have lookouts keeping an eye out for bombers along with our fighters." ordered Hastings, before going to the bridge wing and looking through the binoculars at the enemy fleet harbouring in the bay. The first shell splashes were visible as the small 4.5 inch shells impacted. The Hood had not yet fired her first salvo but it soon came, seeking out the right range and finding she had overshot slightly. The corrected salvo hit her mark, one of the Antican destroyers.
"Thank God we practice the old fashioned way." murmured Hastings aloud, before wandering back onto the relative safety of the bridge.
Summary
HMLS Spexico, HMLS Triton, HMLS Tovey and HMLS Hood have been fired at by torpedoes from the Antican mines. They have all been hit but the torpedo belt armour on Hood and Spexico stopped major damage while the design of HMLS Triton meant that the main hull was not hit but only the secondary outer hull. HMLS Tovey meanwhile has had her rudder damaged and has lost a lot of manouevreability.
All of Lovely's ships, bar HMLS Jon Bond, are now beginning to fire their guns at the Antican Navy. The Hood is firing her fifteen inch guns, the Spexico her sixteen inch guns, the Tritons their six inch guns and the Type 45Ls their four and a half inch guns. If you request rates of fire, I'll give them but I'm letting you assume that the fire is pretty continuous.
The Carrier Air Group of five JSFs is flying at high altitude ready to attack any of Chrims' remaining fighters that try to engage. They are equipped with AIM 9 Sidewinders.
Yet even now they had proved to be full of surprises. Only half an hour ago ten torpedoes, from what Intelligence suspected to be torpedo mines laid by the Anticans, had been fired along the starboard side of the fleet. Countermeasures had been taken but it did not prevent 4 torpedoes getting through, impacting on the torpedo belts of Hood and Spexico, sheering off that armour while also creating a gaping hole in the Triton's starboard outer hull. Their speed was reduced but Tovey had lost her rudder capabilities after one torpedo impacted in its wake , jamming it completely. The only way she could turn was by altering speed on both her propellers as well use of her bow thrusters.
As the mouth of Airosamente Bay approached, an eery calm descended upon everybody in the fleet. They now knew their jobs and the Orders of the Day had been given as dawn broke. Hastings had been up an hour before dawn and now stood, for the first time in the war, on the bridge of Spexico. This was how the naval commanders of old had commanded their fleets, not couched in the comforts of technology and not hiding behind sheets of steel. This was where he had stood with Montague when Lovely's most pyhricc victory had taken place. Spork reclaimed, homeland lost. A new seriousness had overtaken his usual calm demeanour. The signal from the beginning of the battle still fluttered from Spexico and he hoped the Anticans would see it when he saw them, which was going to be soon as the Airosamente cliffs soon began to pass by and show the gaping mouth of the bay.
"Commander Raithson, use window." ordered Hastings. The order, sent out via Sea IVIS, saw all of the ships fire off a SeaGnat pod. However, the main chaff burst came from HMLS Jon Bond. Its remaining stock of chaff expenders for the aircraft aboard, approximately 250 pods, were forced open dispensing chaff as the wind took hold of it and sent it moving across the entire fleet. The effect was a complete radar, and also secondary laser targetting, blackout.
"Did we get range from the vanguard?" asked Hastings into the intercom.
"Aye, sir. Range is reported at 12,752 yards." reported Commander Raithson, who had taken over control of the Command Centre while his Admiral stood on the bridge.
"Captain Vega, have the main guns fire in continuous salvos. The remainder can fire at will. Commander Raithson, order all ships to fire at will. Make sure they have lookouts keeping an eye out for bombers along with our fighters." ordered Hastings, before going to the bridge wing and looking through the binoculars at the enemy fleet harbouring in the bay. The first shell splashes were visible as the small 4.5 inch shells impacted. The Hood had not yet fired her first salvo but it soon came, seeking out the right range and finding she had overshot slightly. The corrected salvo hit her mark, one of the Antican destroyers.
"Thank God we practice the old fashioned way." murmured Hastings aloud, before wandering back onto the relative safety of the bridge.
Summary
HMLS Spexico, HMLS Triton, HMLS Tovey and HMLS Hood have been fired at by torpedoes from the Antican mines. They have all been hit but the torpedo belt armour on Hood and Spexico stopped major damage while the design of HMLS Triton meant that the main hull was not hit but only the secondary outer hull. HMLS Tovey meanwhile has had her rudder damaged and has lost a lot of manouevreability.
All of Lovely's ships, bar HMLS Jon Bond, are now beginning to fire their guns at the Antican Navy. The Hood is firing her fifteen inch guns, the Spexico her sixteen inch guns, the Tritons their six inch guns and the Type 45Ls their four and a half inch guns. If you request rates of fire, I'll give them but I'm letting you assume that the fire is pretty continuous.
The Carrier Air Group of five JSFs is flying at high altitude ready to attack any of Chrims' remaining fighters that try to engage. They are equipped with AIM 9 Sidewinders.
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General Aaron Reinhardt of the Lovely Army was in his command tent when he was handed a transcript of the radio message from the Novatainians. He was a man who had fought them at Ambassador, commanding a tank regiment in that great tank charge across the plain. It was a shame the plan had been devised by a Navy man though. They always got the glory while the Army was left to trudge through despite the brilliant performances it put in. The War of Matbaaic Liberation was still a sore point to him and many others in the Army and Lovely as a whole. That was why he had been chosen to command the force that was going to role back the Novatainians in a way which had not been achieved since Ambassador.Andreas the Wise wrote:OOC: So Arts is giving Monty control of only Land and Air units (not the other ships) for the next three days .... ok ...
I'll assume you sailed past Soloria and avoided the battle at Airosamente?
Summary: Ground forces prepare for possible attack. Mel'Kat broadcasts a message to the Lovely forces near Nova Kajar, asking them either to assist in help civilians avoid Omen attack, or if they will not do that, to leave. Read the full mesage, ideally. If they don't do that, or if they harm civilians, there will be a reckoning.Mel'Kat had had it up to here. First the Omen turns. Then a minefield. And now the Lovlians had had the tenacity to apparently sail an iceberg past a battlefield to land near Nova Kajar. What the PRH did they think they were doing? How did they even dock an Iceberg at the basic port facilities near Nova Kajar? Weren't they meant to be rescuing the bloomin' Paladins? Or stopping the Omen?
When an aide picked up the tension, asked about it, and heard all this, he observed, "Sir, they don't know about the Omen." Mel'Kat calmed. "True. That, I can rectify. They have one chance."
Using the communications equipment designed for this very process, Mel'Kat broadcasted a message to the Lovely forces landing near Nova Kajar.
"You have one chance. The Omen is out of Nelagan control - it's now run by a madman, and we don't know what he's capable of. It is the duty of every armed force in this area that has such capabilities to either stop the Omen, or help the civilians in the region defend themselves. If you are willing to do your duty, fly a red flag, and approach Nova Kajar with but a few men. Explain to them your willingness to help, and your men will be put to work helping evacuate them from the built up facilities. Any and every city on Micras is a potential target. If you are not willing to do your duty, get back into your iceberg and go back where you came. If you stay here without fulfilling either of those conditions ... if you harm one hair on the head of a citizen in Nova Kajar, or the rest of Nelaga .... there WILL be a reckoning. You have one chance. Use it wisely."
Mel'Kat finished the transmission, then sent one to the researchers in Nova Kajar, explaining enemy forces were nearby, that they might come in peace, but probably not, and advising them to make there way to trenches dug outside of the settlement. Then he sighed, and turned to his aide. "Prepare the land forces for attack."
"Sir, I thought you were offering them peace?" the aide asked.
"I am," Mel'Kat replied. "I just doubt they'll take it. This is Lovely we're dealing with."
Yet here he was, now expected to make the decision on whether to fight the old foe or make peace to stop the rise of another. He knew his obligations and he knew the reasons Lovely was fighting this war; to stop that abomination of an aircraft. He had made his decision.
"Major Brittain, send out the following message in reply to this jumped up historian. 'Novatainian Forces, we are willing to stop the ship. We will not fly a red flag; the only flag we fly is our Kingdom's flag and our colours. We propose a ceasefire for forty eight hours. In that time we will consult with the Kingdom of Lovely's Diplomatic Corps and draw up some sort of memorandum of agreement or treaty. In that time we ask the Behemoth and its taskforce be given safe passage to Nang to pick up the Hyperboreans there.' I hope they take it." ordered Reinhardt.
"If they mean what they say, they will. Any orders for us, Aaron?" asked Major General Lillis.
"Have the East Division dig in on the hills surrounding the beach, Emile. Someone get hold of Major General Basingham. Have him make sure the 1st Armoured Division is ready for rapid deployment." ordered Reinhardt.
They might not take it. How could he trust a people who robbed part of his homeland?
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Lovely troops dig in ready to repel any attempt to move them out. Safe passage requested for HMLS Behemoth. Proposed Treaty to be posted soon.
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Korstokk smacked himself in the head several times. "You've got to be fu--"
He didn't quite finish his thought when Samwise came in. Confronted with the image of his commanding officer hitting himself, the Kensai smiled. "Just heard about the cease fire?"
"The first chance we got at real combat, it was dashed by the Babkhans leaving Airosamente. And now the second chance gets screwed over by the Omen takeover?" he growled. "Why does this always happen to me!"
"Well, the least we could do is go to Nova Kajar so that when the whole thing is over, we'll be nearby enough to launch an attack."
"You would think like that," Korstokk snarled. "But the way these things work out, we're never going to see action. The cease fire will last till the end of the war - or, in this case, the war will end during the cease fire - and we'll be left bloodless again!"
Sam sighed heavily. "Fine. Then we can at least help out in Nova Kajar. Chelkran are able-bodied warriors, and they don't stay that way by lollygagging. We need to put them to work somehow."
"Fine," the warleader conceded. "We'll go to Nova Kajar to help out, and if we're lucky, we'll get to fire up the blade, a la 3 Inches of Blood."
SUMMARY: Land forces move from Bryden to Nova Kajar with violent urges under control. They go to help protect the civilians and build fortifications against the Omen.Lucas Hellia sat aboard the deck of the Dropkick, thinking. So far, the Tokian naval unit had done nothing of note. It fired a volley of missiles and ran. The main guns hadn't even loosed one round.
"Sir," Lucas' first mate addressed him, "the Anticans are having trouble with Lord Montague of Lovely north of here. I have a map of their exact coordinates, as well as the line of mines they set up as a defensive measure."
"Really?" the Satyr admiral asked, standing up and taking the map. "What kind of trouble?"
"The kind where two destroyers and two attack subs will help a great deal."
"Well then, what are we waiting for? Tell the subs to submerge, and get us sailing! Do it quietly, though," he warned. "The element of surprise is all we have over Montague."
Sea forces set sail to help Chrimigules, but they do it quietly. Exact manner of sailing sent to Vilhelm - I would send it to you, Monty, but I'm sort of getting ready to attack you.
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Okay.....but that ceasefire was to all Novatainian forces.......
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Prodigy's not Novatainian. And your ceasefire didn't specify that.
I'll respond on our acceptance or lack thereof later, when I have time to do the backstory justice. You may evacuate the Hyperboreans as long as you don't drop them back off anywhere on Novatainian territory.
I'll respond on our acceptance or lack thereof later, when I have time to do the backstory justice. You may evacuate the Hyperboreans as long as you don't drop them back off anywhere on Novatainian territory.
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I'm not attacking you right now. I'm obeying the ceasefire.
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Who did Extreme just hit with the missles?
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Extreme hit no one, if you're only counting orbatted troops. It was another cowardly waste of missiles at the Novatainian mainland.
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Ok, the backstory. Poor Art, you may want to change your move. I'll not protest if you pretend you haven't left yet before this message was received.
Continued in next postAndreas and Frederick has just arrived in camp as the Lovely reply was received. Mel'Kat, alerted to this, shared the Lovlians reply, and his original offer. Andreas' eyes lingered over the words"They're staying then?" Andreas asked.Code: Select all
If you stay here without fulfilling either of those conditions ... if you harm one hair on the head of a citizen in Nova Kajar, or the rest of Nelaga .... there WILL be a reckoning. You have one chance. Use it wisely.
"It would appear to be so," Mel'Kat responded. "Though they do ask for a ceasefire to confirm further."
"Poppycock," Andreas replied. "They're trying to play at diplomacy. That's foolish. Diplomacy is the game I'm best at, and to date, I always win. There has only ever been one Lovlian that's even been worth playing diplomacy against, and he's not here. Oh, the arrogant fools ..."
He sighed, and mentally ran through his options, especially considering the Chelkrans and Marines in the region, itching for a fight. "I feared the Montague dynasty would not be able to shake off their misplaced desire for revenge, but I thought Lovely itself was well past that. The agreement Guido and I drew up seemed to work, while they were there. And when they left, we looked after the citizens we could, accepted the refugees we could, and it was Novatainian businesses who kept industry and economy alive in what was otherwise the Lovely Wasteland. They seem to have forgotten all that. They seem to be trapped by the spectres of the past." He paused, and sighed again. "Right, draft up a response," he said. "In fact, don't - record me. I want them to hear the tone and inflection in my voice - and now I'm serious."
"Lovely, it's King Andreas the Overtitled here. You have failed the test, and blown your one chance. But because I'm a nice man, I'm going to give you another one. This will be the last one you get. What you ask for is far more than you deserve, or I am confident to give you. Of all the fighting forces in the world that Novatainian has ever fought against, there are only two I would consider trusting to stay on my soil and not do anything. One of them is currently in Nova Kajar, and ready to take you. They're also only listening to the ceasefire because of honour - diplomatically they could wipe you now and you couldn't blame Novatainia. The other force are the Hyperboreans, and even them I left on an island without access to the mainland. In the Hyperborean's case, I did not fear for the lives of my civilians - but I feared for the lives of my own men, and saw no point wasting them against a foe that more significantly outnumbered us. In your case, the situation is reversed. There are more ground forces in Bryden and Nova Kajar alone than you could handle. There is a navy easily the better of the one currently devoted to your protection. And there are several airforces who would love a shot at you, from so high up you couldn't dream of firing back. I do not say this to threaten you. I merely speak this as a statement of fact. Oh, and on the topic of nations I could trust ... possibly the Nova English as a third." He paused, then regained the flow of his original thoughts. "Anyway, you blew your chance for me to trust you. You did not offer yourselves to help the civilians, you just stayed there. I now have the lives of everyone in Nova Kajar and Bryden at the least to worry about, as well as my own forces. You are invading Novatainian soil, and you have no moral or diplomatic cause to do so. What you have is a choice. This choice is between two paths - you will not get to create a third option. I am going to word this as clearly as possible, so there can be no confusion this time. You do not get 48 hours. You have four hours. In those four hours, you can get off Novatainian land, get back in your iceberg, and leave. Go to Sekatutet and Amoria islands. Land there, and help prepare the Batavians for what may come. You may also land and pick up the Hyperboreans if you still wish, though if you cannot fit them on your ship, I understand. Should you wish to pursue that particular course of action, a route will be radioed to you that you can take from your current location to Nang, and then from Nang out past Nelaga towards Amoria. Deviate from that course and all Balgurd shall be rained down on you. If you cannot or will not take the Hyperboreans, a course will be radioed for you to leave Novatainian waters towards Sekatutet. The same penalty for deviation applies. My own carriers will then take the Hyperboreans - for the time is past sides, and the Hyperboreans could do great good for the Batavian civilians left.
That, oh Lovely, is your first option within this first hours. Leaving.
If, after four hours, you remain, you will be destroyed. Our forces are ready to attack you, and will not hesitate to do so. When Mel'Kat talked about helping against the Omen, he was humouring you. We're land forces - all we can do is get civilians out of cities. And you know what - all the Novatainian civilians in the region are fixed up that way. And I don't blame the Batavians if they don't trust our forces to help their other cities. So our land armies are sitting here with nothing to do, and it would not at all be a waste of our Omen fighting potential to remove your land forces from our soil, to protect our civilians. So don't think you'll get even a minute more than those four hours, if you remain. Four hours will be tight to load your people back on that iceberg, but I trust the Lovelian forces are competent enough to do so.
Your request for forty eight hours to consider diplomatic options on our land is completely and utterly denied. It's a stupid request and you know it. What good do you on our islands do, if you won't help the civilians? No. I am more than happy to negotiate an end to this madness, and freedom for the Nelagan people, with the diplomatic forces of Lovely. But there is absolutely no need for you to be on our land, waiting to attack us if things go wrong, while I do so. And in case you've forgotten - there are Shirithian marines, and several Tokian forces on this island. They are only resisting attacking you at my request. Even if I granted you a ceasefire with Novatainian forces, there is nothing to stop them ... save my request.
So Lovely, this is your last chance. You have a ceasefire for four hours. If, in that time, you get off our land, you will be granted safe passage along the specified route to either pick up the Hyperboreans, or proceed out of range of Nelaga. For the sake of Batavians, I hope you choose to go and help their civilians after this. If you don't leave, or deviate from the appointed course, or move out further into Nelaga than you are presently located, or fire even a single shot during those four hours, you will be destroyed. It's my job to look after Novatainian lives, but I can't look after everyone's. It's your job to look after Lovely lives. You have a choice. You can either go down in history as the honourable army, who swallowed their pride and did the right thing, and save many lives. Or you will go down in history as the arrogant, foolish army who remained, and got destroyed. I know that, because I have read it. You do not want to go down that path. Leave now, and you may yet save many lives, especially your own, and may yet earn my trust to make such an offer as you have made now in the future. You have four hours from the sending of this message. Use them wisely."
Andreas finished, and a smattering of applause broke out. "That's a speech to go down in history," Mel'Kat proclaimed proudly. "Do you think they'll take it?"
"I don't know, I really don't know," Andreas replied. "I know what history says will happen, but there's so much interference ... I really don't know. I hope they take it. The seem to have a hatchett against us, that Novatainia has long ago buried. They've been given not one, but two chances to bury that hatchett now. If they don't accept now, I fear they never will."
Then he turned to the radioman who, having just broadcasted the message, was packing up.
"I have more need of you," Andreas said. "There's a message to the Batavians, Anticans and Hyperboreans to go yet. Mel'Kat, can you alert Korstokk, Nicholas, Fides, Longbow and Cerune about the terms of the ceasefire. Have them continue to prepare to attack, to. Within two hours we'll be able to tell whether the Lovelians have chosen to leave or not, but we're honour bound not to attack until the four hours are up - unless they attack us first."
He turned to the radioman. "Right, let's get going."
Andreas
"He showed up three or four years ago and accidentally took over the micronational world by being way more competent and enthusiastic than everyone else. Now he sort of rules us all, but it's a benevolent sort of thing, as far as we know."
~Scott Alexander
"He showed up three or four years ago and accidentally took over the micronational world by being way more competent and enthusiastic than everyone else. Now he sort of rules us all, but it's a benevolent sort of thing, as far as we know."
~Scott Alexander