NES2 V - The Great Game.
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Oh ****!
das
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As the SECOND deadline has passed as well, I'll NPC the Federated Kingdoms, and take into account certain orders of certain other persons that have something to do with FK (but within reason, ofcourse).
No more orders, please.
As the SECOND deadline has passed as well, I'll NPC the Federated Kingdoms, and take into account certain orders of certain other persons that have something to do with FK (but within reason, ofcourse).
No more orders, please.
Reno
The Studio Ghibli Fanatic
North King said:
Damn.
hidden ten char
Harleqin
Hippo Power
OOC: I'd like to point out that even if I'm hopelessly buried in work, then Peru has sent orders 
IC:
From: The Sapa-Inca, Leader of the Incan Empire of Peru
To: The Federated Kingdoms, The Holy Roman Empire and Portugal
The people of South America should have the right to govern themselves and be in control of their own destiny. We hope that your nations will pull out of lands that you have no right to and let the populations there decide for themselves rather than being ruled by people who feel no connection to those lands save for whatever riches they can wring out of them. We Inca are strong and are proof to the world that independence is the right choice as our people has never been happier or more prosperous.
We will help these peoples in their transistion to independence when you leave, but leave you must. This land is not your land.
IC:
From: The Sapa-Inca, Leader of the Incan Empire of Peru
To: The Federated Kingdoms, The Holy Roman Empire and Portugal
The people of South America should have the right to govern themselves and be in control of their own destiny. We hope that your nations will pull out of lands that you have no right to and let the populations there decide for themselves rather than being ruled by people who feel no connection to those lands save for whatever riches they can wring out of them. We Inca are strong and are proof to the world that independence is the right choice as our people has never been happier or more prosperous.
We will help these peoples in their transistion to independence when you leave, but leave you must. This land is not your land.
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
OH MY LORD!
NK, you have failed me utterly. Das, I'm sending you something to use for the FK.
NK, you have failed me utterly. Das, I'm sending you something to use for the FK.
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
Nothing was here.
conehead234
Braves on the Warpath
'Is it time?'
'Yes'
'The Bear Flag Republic, RISE!'
*Cue starwars music*
muhahaha
'Yes'
'The Bear Flag Republic, RISE!'
*Cue starwars music*
muhahaha
Reno
The Studio Ghibli Fanatic
andis-1 said:Drake lugia, rest in peaceMWAHAHAHAHAHHAAAA
Aren't you supposed to be in the corner fearing Stalin's up coming revolt, instead of planning an invasion of Venice?
I'm not planning an invasion, i'm invadingReno said:Aren't you supposed to be in the corner fearing Stalin's up coming revolt, instead of planning an invasion of Venice?
and what comes to stalin, wait and see.oh and btw, my invasion includes you too... mwahahahhaaa!!!
Disenfrancised
Beep Beep
Wait, what?
NK: "Oh S***!" GMT - 3:05
das: "Second deadline passed - everything goes to hell in a handbasket" - 4:17 (paraphrased slightly)
I have a mental image of an Sea Otter paddling home/wherever the update is stored as fast as he can only to be stopped by a hilarious cavelcade of mishaps...
@Thayli: my commisserations.
1862 - The year the world burned?
NK: "Oh S***!" GMT - 3:05
das: "Second deadline passed - everything goes to hell in a handbasket" - 4:17 (paraphrased slightly)
I have a mental image of an Sea Otter paddling home/wherever the update is stored as fast as he can only to be stopped by a hilarious cavelcade of mishaps...
@Thayli: my commisserations.
1862 - The year the world burned?
Reno
The Studio Ghibli Fanatic
World peace never lasts long in NES'es. That's a rule.
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
*cues Bohemian Rhapsody chorus*
NO NO NO NO NO! Mamma mia mamma mia....
In other words...das, I have managed to salvage the battle plans on this end. Please, I implore you to use the ones I sent you. Regardless of what our opponent does, follow the Federate strategy.
Nk, WHY??? Those beautiful, well thought out plans were a work of genius!!!
I suppose "utterly failed" is a bit strong, but still. My story will be coming up soon. As I am NK's closest strategic ally das, I feel it necessary to take command of the theater during my ally's absence. Please, at the least distribute all the secret UU's according to plan. If there are any left, send them to the colonies dammit!
To: Qing China
From: Persia
We have the issue covered on the Persian/Federate end. Despite the loss of the "documents," we have managed to salvage some copies. Execute the operation anyway.
To: Holy Roman Empire
From: Persia
We warn you not to upset the balance of power in Italia. The last thing you need is a war with France, which has put all Italy under the suzeranity of King Carlo I. Violation of this suzeranity shall place the nations of Italy, France, and possibly Persia and the FK in virtual states of war with the HRE.
Curb your territiorial ambitions.
NO NO NO NO NO! Mamma mia mamma mia....
In other words...das, I have managed to salvage the battle plans on this end. Please, I implore you to use the ones I sent you. Regardless of what our opponent does, follow the Federate strategy.
Nk, WHY??? Those beautiful, well thought out plans were a work of genius!!!
I suppose "utterly failed" is a bit strong, but still. My story will be coming up soon. As I am NK's closest strategic ally das, I feel it necessary to take command of the theater during my ally's absence. Please, at the least distribute all the secret UU's according to plan. If there are any left, send them to the colonies dammit!
To: Qing China
From: Persia
We have the issue covered on the Persian/Federate end. Despite the loss of the "documents," we have managed to salvage some copies. Execute the operation anyway.
To: Holy Roman Empire
From: Persia
We warn you not to upset the balance of power in Italia. The last thing you need is a war with France, which has put all Italy under the suzeranity of King Carlo I. Violation of this suzeranity shall place the nations of Italy, France, and possibly Persia and the FK in virtual states of war with the HRE.
Curb your territiorial ambitions.
Reno
The Studio Ghibli Fanatic
If you are going to invade, then atleast do it with style, that includes cutting out those brattish mwhah thingies. Laughing like a horse is not stylish.
Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
Cape of Good Hope-South Africa
John was a cobbler, no more, no less. He had a simple life, and a simple trade. And he was content. After a hard day’s work, he would often sit by the fire in his cottage, or on clear days watch the ships. It sure was entertaining was when one of those steam-powered Federate steelclads came chugging around the harbor. While metallic vessels were not totally unknown, a large majority of vessels were still sailborne.
The biggest surprise of the week came on Tuesday, however. Sitting at his chair, fishing rod in hand, John nearly dropped his best hook when he saw the armada approaching. Each carrying the proud flag of the Federated Kingdoms at it’s highest mast, there must have been fully one hundred ships sailing round the cape that day. All of them were filled to the brink with sailors and marines. Sitting back in his chair, he wondered where that great force could be going. The last massive, Federate ship of the line passed the cove where John sat, and continued onward. John turned back to his line, but saw one more vessel, putting on full sails in the huge ships’ wake. “Hmm, that one’s not a Brit ship…” he muttered. “Wonder where it’s from, never seen that kinda flag ‘afore.”
It was a small frigate, but graceful. Carrying 10 guns on each side, her crew made a great effort to keep up with the Federate Navy. But John had, as he said, never seen a flag like that before. It was fluttering in the wind, but he had a little pocket spyglass with which to see it closer. It had a dark blue field, with a single gold star in the upper right hand corner. In the center there was some kind of bird however…what exactly was it, an eagle, a hawk? At any rate, the ship was now disappearing, carried by the wind and destiny, off to follow the path of the lumbering Federate behemoths.
Oh well…whatever that ship was doing, it would go places he’d never see. At that moment he felt a little tug on his line.
A bite!
Perhaps his luck was changing after all. And so it was.
Java-Federate Indonesia
“It had to be Java, curse Allah, it just HAD to be Java!” General Mustafa groaned as he walked up the steps to the capitol building, vacated for their purpose. It was in excess of 100 degrees. “Honestly Jeshua, this heat is bad even for a Persian! Of all the places to send their best soldiers, on whom so much depends in the next year…Java? And for a conference, they say! Damn the Federates, damn the Chinese, did they have to hold the bloody conference in the devil’s very furnace, man?”
Mustafa’s aide, Captain Jeshua, was sweating just as much as him. But in comparison to the angry, disheveled commander, Jeshua was placid. “You know sir, where we’re going in the next year, it’s going to be a lot hotter.” The angry Mustafa deflated. “I suppose you’re right. So, where are these idiotic pencil-pushers we’re supposed to be meeting with?”
A Federate voice, arrogant and sharp as a razor, pierced the air behind him. “The pencil pusher in person, my good man. Allow me to introduce myself. Major General Frederick van Derhuyt, Supreme Commander of the Persian Expeditionary Force, at your service.”
“I’d love to continue with the formalities, but it’s too blasted hot. I am General Mustafa, and I’m sure you’ve heard all the titles. Where are the rice eaters?”
“I assume the Chinese delegation should be arriving any minute. Would you join me for a hot cup of tea?”
“ARE YOU BLOODY JOKING, MAN??”
“Yes. Hahaha. Now, shall we plan the Persian defenses?”
“Let’s begin. Allah be praised, I can be out of here by tonight.”
After the Chinese arrived, things really began in earnest. Maps were redrawn, troop movements decided, and tactics planned. That night, the respective generals returned to their countries. Captain Jeshua drafted the orders to the regional commanders on the boat. There was simply no time to waste.
Nishapur-Persia
That omniscient narrator was correct, there was no time to waste. The military camp outside of the border city was in utter disarray, with bellowing quartermasters, overworked officers, confused recruits, and battle-hardened veterans running everywhere. In addition to the obvious fact that the Islamic Army of Persia was preparing to do something, and soon, there were several more immediate problems. The largest was that a crate of chickens had overturned and broken, and half of the soldiers were trying to recapture them, which was not easy. In addition to that, the other half of the hungry soldiery were attempting to cook said chickens. As was said earlier, total disarray.
Ardashir sat on his horse a mile away. The border loomed large, marked more thoroughly by a line of haze than by any cartographer’s imaginary markings. This place was never the real border of Persia anyway. No matter. Things like this can be rectified. Ardashir thought about his past, and reflected on what was to come. Surely the world would support this gamble. And if not…the Persian people would fight to the last. Newfound freedoms are not given up easily. A black clad man approacked him, dismounting from his own horse.
“Shah Ardashir IV, Falcon of Persia, Lord of Shiraz, Prince of the Caspian Sea, Master of the…”
“Yes, what have you come to tell me?”
“The Federated Kingdoms are prepared.”
“And China?”
“As well.”
“So, you are a member of those brigades I’ve heard so much about?”
“What do you mean, my lord?”
“I am not a fool. I thank you for the assistance you are going to deliver our alliance.”
“We are trained to do so.”
“Ah, but you may die. You most likely will, and we are both aware of the fact. That is why I am thanking you.”
“You are very welcome, Shah Ardashir.”
Out of the line of haze, Indian sepoys approached. Saluting, they entered the Persian camp. But Ardashir was too lost in thought to notice.
And a simple line of printed text was seen by as many as 20 men throughout Persia, China, and the Federated Kingdoms.
EXECUTE OPERATION FALCON.
John was a cobbler, no more, no less. He had a simple life, and a simple trade. And he was content. After a hard day’s work, he would often sit by the fire in his cottage, or on clear days watch the ships. It sure was entertaining was when one of those steam-powered Federate steelclads came chugging around the harbor. While metallic vessels were not totally unknown, a large majority of vessels were still sailborne.
The biggest surprise of the week came on Tuesday, however. Sitting at his chair, fishing rod in hand, John nearly dropped his best hook when he saw the armada approaching. Each carrying the proud flag of the Federated Kingdoms at it’s highest mast, there must have been fully one hundred ships sailing round the cape that day. All of them were filled to the brink with sailors and marines. Sitting back in his chair, he wondered where that great force could be going. The last massive, Federate ship of the line passed the cove where John sat, and continued onward. John turned back to his line, but saw one more vessel, putting on full sails in the huge ships’ wake. “Hmm, that one’s not a Brit ship…” he muttered. “Wonder where it’s from, never seen that kinda flag ‘afore.”
It was a small frigate, but graceful. Carrying 10 guns on each side, her crew made a great effort to keep up with the Federate Navy. But John had, as he said, never seen a flag like that before. It was fluttering in the wind, but he had a little pocket spyglass with which to see it closer. It had a dark blue field, with a single gold star in the upper right hand corner. In the center there was some kind of bird however…what exactly was it, an eagle, a hawk? At any rate, the ship was now disappearing, carried by the wind and destiny, off to follow the path of the lumbering Federate behemoths.
Oh well…whatever that ship was doing, it would go places he’d never see. At that moment he felt a little tug on his line.
A bite!
Perhaps his luck was changing after all. And so it was.
Java-Federate Indonesia
“It had to be Java, curse Allah, it just HAD to be Java!” General Mustafa groaned as he walked up the steps to the capitol building, vacated for their purpose. It was in excess of 100 degrees. “Honestly Jeshua, this heat is bad even for a Persian! Of all the places to send their best soldiers, on whom so much depends in the next year…Java? And for a conference, they say! Damn the Federates, damn the Chinese, did they have to hold the bloody conference in the devil’s very furnace, man?”
Mustafa’s aide, Captain Jeshua, was sweating just as much as him. But in comparison to the angry, disheveled commander, Jeshua was placid. “You know sir, where we’re going in the next year, it’s going to be a lot hotter.” The angry Mustafa deflated. “I suppose you’re right. So, where are these idiotic pencil-pushers we’re supposed to be meeting with?”
A Federate voice, arrogant and sharp as a razor, pierced the air behind him. “The pencil pusher in person, my good man. Allow me to introduce myself. Major General Frederick van Derhuyt, Supreme Commander of the Persian Expeditionary Force, at your service.”
“I’d love to continue with the formalities, but it’s too blasted hot. I am General Mustafa, and I’m sure you’ve heard all the titles. Where are the rice eaters?”
“I assume the Chinese delegation should be arriving any minute. Would you join me for a hot cup of tea?”
“ARE YOU BLOODY JOKING, MAN??”
“Yes. Hahaha. Now, shall we plan the Persian defenses?”
“Let’s begin. Allah be praised, I can be out of here by tonight.”
After the Chinese arrived, things really began in earnest. Maps were redrawn, troop movements decided, and tactics planned. That night, the respective generals returned to their countries. Captain Jeshua drafted the orders to the regional commanders on the boat. There was simply no time to waste.
Nishapur-Persia
That omniscient narrator was correct, there was no time to waste. The military camp outside of the border city was in utter disarray, with bellowing quartermasters, overworked officers, confused recruits, and battle-hardened veterans running everywhere. In addition to the obvious fact that the Islamic Army of Persia was preparing to do something, and soon, there were several more immediate problems. The largest was that a crate of chickens had overturned and broken, and half of the soldiers were trying to recapture them, which was not easy. In addition to that, the other half of the hungry soldiery were attempting to cook said chickens. As was said earlier, total disarray.
Ardashir sat on his horse a mile away. The border loomed large, marked more thoroughly by a line of haze than by any cartographer’s imaginary markings. This place was never the real border of Persia anyway. No matter. Things like this can be rectified. Ardashir thought about his past, and reflected on what was to come. Surely the world would support this gamble. And if not…the Persian people would fight to the last. Newfound freedoms are not given up easily. A black clad man approacked him, dismounting from his own horse.
“Shah Ardashir IV, Falcon of Persia, Lord of Shiraz, Prince of the Caspian Sea, Master of the…”
“Yes, what have you come to tell me?”
“The Federated Kingdoms are prepared.”
“And China?”
“As well.”
“So, you are a member of those brigades I’ve heard so much about?”
“What do you mean, my lord?”
“I am not a fool. I thank you for the assistance you are going to deliver our alliance.”
“We are trained to do so.”
“Ah, but you may die. You most likely will, and we are both aware of the fact. That is why I am thanking you.”
“You are very welcome, Shah Ardashir.”
Out of the line of haze, Indian sepoys approached. Saluting, they entered the Persian camp. But Ardashir was too lost in thought to notice.
And a simple line of printed text was seen by as many as 20 men throughout Persia, China, and the Federated Kingdoms.
EXECUTE OPERATION FALCON.
Like a horse?Reno said:
I've no idea where you came up with that, but mwahahaha, or it's finnish translation muahahaha means evil laughter, not some horse chuckling.From: HRE
To: Persia
What are you talking about? HRE has not and will not disturb the balance of power in italian penisula, and we have no idea where your "shah" got these crazy ideas from. Maybe you should check his medication...
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