The Battle Of Breath-Hold

[Roman]

OOC: Prodigy, I got tired of having to scroll through my Holy Roman
Emperor stuff, so I dedicated a new page to our fight.




On Oct 8, 10:37 pm, Prodigy Almighty <a.kreyl...@gmail.com> wrote:
> *Ahem*
>
> Prodigy watched the tidal wave start building. "What the fuck is
> that?"
>
> The scientist shivered. "A large charge was detonated along a fault
> line."
>
> "How long till impact?" he asked, face serious.
>
> "We have about three hours, by my estimation. Maybe less."
>
> Prodigy punched right through the monitor and threw the electronic
> device across the forty-foot room to shatter on the other wall. He got
> Kale on the line as the seismologist rolled his chair away warily.
> Chelkran don't scare easily, but they aren't stupid either.
>
> "Kale. Get the Coronas. Get East to bring the Triton. Call North, have
> him bring his Coronas. We're evacuating the people in Aeriona and the
> surrounding area first, then taking them to Chelkra."
>
> Prodigy almost heard Kale cock his eyebrow. "Sir, what--"
>
> "Enormous tidal wave from the southwest. That's what."
>
> "Oh. Okay."
>
> Kale hung up. Prodigy sighed, ready to tear someone's head from their
> shoulders. Time for retaliation.
>
> He looked out the gun-turret window of Silverfang Outpost (that's on
> the mainland, BTW). Then he grinned maliciously.
>
> "Whatever the outcome of this travesty upon my soil, I will make sure
> he and his people suffer tenfold for it."
>
> ~~~~~~~
>
> The people of Breath-Hold went about whatever it was they went about,
> their daily lives made more interesting by the Holy Roman Emperor.
> Though small compared to some metropolises in Toketi, Breath-Hold was
> not just a town anymore. It was growing rapidly and prosperously.
>
> That is why Prodigy vowed never to let it become more than a wasteland
> ever again. The proverbial burn-and-salt, total and utter destruction.
> Biblical plagues would cringe in envy and awe.
>
> It started with rain. The sky clouded up a bit. But when the first
> person looked up, it wasn't clouds. It was a bunch of missiles. So
> many, they blocked out the sun.
>
> In an instant, everything went to hell. Air-raid sirens blared, the
> military in the town started rallying. Thousands of explosive
> meteorites impacted and exploded, sending shockwaves through the
> ground in droves, knocking over buildings and laying waste to entire
> city blocks. People ran for their lives to escape; there was no
> escape.
>
> One man took his car out away from where the missiles were coming
> from; it did him no good when the chemical laser shot eradicated his
> car without an effort. The Wildfire tank drove over the melted,
> smoldering pile of metal and kept going.
>
> Artillery shells exploded all over the military bases. Helicopters
> lifted off, jeeps got revving, and tanks got moving. None of it would
> be able to stop these aggressors, but dammit, they weren't going to
> lie down and die!
>
> The first few helicopters that reached the air hardly started moving
> forward. Patriot missiles met them in the air, leaving little but
> raining scrap behind. The Behemoths unfolded all of their AA Patriot
> turrets, Vulcan Cannon mounts, and passengers as they rolled into the
> town, taller than any standing structure around them.
>
> The wing of Corvus gunships swept past, and the chainguns laid into
> the aircraft. Missiles rained from their pods, creating huge,
> sprawling tracks of destruction across the ground. Tanks exploded,
> jeeps disappeared in flame, and men burned.
>
> Men. Women. Children.
>
> None would survive. This town would burn. Prodigy watched mercilessly
> from atop Eisdrache, who said nothing. They just watched from atop a
> Behemoth, unloading infantry to clean up the melting, burning wreckage
> of the city. Corvuses zoomed overhead, laying down chaingun and
> missile fire. LONGBOWs launched missiles from dozens of miles away.
> Deadbolt artillery pummeled the military bases. Piranhas and Stingrays
> controlled the streets, zooming around several feet above the wrecked
> roadways. Wildfire and Cerberus tanks rolled over empty, smoldering
> shells of people, automobiles, and buildings. Nothing above one story
> stood.
>
> Mercy was not high on Prodigy's priority list.
>
> SUMMARY: Do you remember what the Greeks did to Hannibal's home city
> when he invaded them? Can you imagine how much worse it would have
> been with my technology? Can you understand just how much I want to
> lay waste to this town?
>
> The whole of my forces, save the Omega and Heavy Battle Suits, the
> Corona transports, the Keshian Brigade, the Kensai, the Satyrs, the
> local Armored Elites, and my creature followers (all still back in CK,
> helping evacuate before the wave hits) lay into Breath-Hold. Their
> orders are to destroy everything, take no prisoners, leave no
> survivors. I may not have any super-weapons or devious plans, but I
> have a fist made of Grade A Durium, dammit.

[Prodigy Almighty]

OOC: Makes sense. My move is done, so when you get time, if you want
to fight back, go for it.

[Roman]

Roman's military had long been aware of their successes, the
seismographs nearly exploding with activity. The Montag himself sat
quietly, observing the others celebrate only for a moment in the
endless abyss of his Roman Industries lab. Roman wouldn't have such
distractions, so he gave a remarkable hiss and all the men realized
what was really about to happen. Retaliation.

Roman stood, like a stoic warrior amidst a hopeless blood bath. But of
course, nothing had happened except the glare of his keen green eyes.

"The annihilation has begun. Comrades, prepare to die!" His voice was
deep and almost sadistic in nature, but Roman meant well. He knew his
men understood the risk they now lived under, but there was no place
like Breath-Hold.

Without much ado, Breath-Holds few seconds of celebration were knocked
into a defensive mood. Roman's various artillery had long been planted
up in the mountains in their bunkers. Armored vehicles lay in
desperate need of action by the walls of Breath-Hold and the defensive
concrete positions. Infantry was inside the structures, if not
patrolling. All the aircraft was secure amidst the various helipads
throughout the city, some even on the mountainside. Yes, Breath-Hold
was a bastion of defense. No more, no less. Snipers and scouts lay
hidden throughout the area, their watchful eyes gracing the like like
a mother to her children.

---Hours Later---

The day was as clear as could be, but all that lived in Breath-Hold
knew better. The enormous force coming over the horizon was beyond
belief, but was not intimidating enough for Roman's soldiers. This was
their home! Their lives were ready for use. Roman sat secured in the
most secure depths of his facilities, observing a map of the area. The
rest of his force, although small, were heavily trained and prepared
for the final stand of Roman's forces.

Atticus would be proud.

Howitzers on the mountainsides began to take into view the massive
array of technologies Roman had never seen. He had only heard of the
horrific display of CAA weaponry and armor. Only the horrid accounts
of Atticus' slaughters. No, this time would be different. Roman
promised it would. Generals began barking orders for the artillery to
load up and prepare. Everything was ready, for as much it would ever
be.

But then, the sky began a tidal wave of its own. Like a smokey beacon
of sheer retribution, the sky rained fire and smoke. The hard work of
men soared through the sky in the form of missiles and destructive
intention. It was nothing anyone had ever seen, the missiles were
packed so heavily the sky loomed of darkness. As if foreshadowing the
dark hole Breath-Hold would become.

No.

The flak cannons aimed high and loaded their flak shells, the bulky
masses of explosives which sent metallic shrapnel flying everywhere.
The clustering of the missiles was a mistake. The flak cannons arced
their shots, the General ordering their spread to ensure the best
destruction. Then the mountains roared with the echo of artillery fire
as the flak rounds pierced the sky and struck against the wall of
missiles. Almost instantly, the flak rounds burst in the air and sent
shrapnel flying faster than any living human would want to see. The
missiles were forced to explode as they not only suffered shrapnel
blasts against their pressurized parts, but as they lost course and
crashed into each other. Burst after burst of dozens of missiles began
to bring fireworks to the sky. Fireworks of Roman's success!

The flak cannons fired another volley and another as the missiles
gained range, attempting to destroy what they could. It proved more
difficult later as the missiles were not as close together. But the
wall of missiles was nothing compared to what it would of been. Random
missiles blasted against homes and fortifications all around Breath-
Hold. Countless citizens died and quite a few military vehicles and
men fell prey to the blasts. But it wasn't doomsday just yet.

But the battle for Breath-Hold's survival just began.

Tanks on the ground loaded a new type of ammunition, MTRA1, as the
Tomahawk missile trucks readied their aiming systems. Infantry
gathered on the walls of Breath-Hold, in particular the anti-armor
that loaded yet another new round, MAAR1. They prepared to defend what
they could with their lives. Apaches remained activated on their pads,
awaiting their chance to strike. Hueys dotted the area, ready to move
infantry around.

Howitzers had already loaded Roman's new favorite type of ammunition,
MTRA1 rounds. Oh, how Roman loved his thermite rounds! They waited in
anticipation as the huge hulking metal beasts known as Behemoths took
charge against Breath-Hold's defences. The howitzers fired and began
to nail the beasts with thermite round after thermite round. Anti-
vehicle troops on the wall fired their super-bazookas with MAAR1
rounds, which were to say rounds that had greater piercing than the
original super bazooka. They aimed toward the smaller vehicles
compared to the Behemoths. Infantry opened fire and were careful to
watch their eyes as the thermite began to burn away the CAA armor.

As the Corvus gunships came in their almost classic charge, Roman
proved prepared. The flak cannons eagerly lowered and fired a single
volley against them, doing their best to damage the flight gear and
bounce the astoundingly powerful dropships around. Then the tomahawk
trucks, which had prepared to lock on aircraft, fired their volleys of
missiles against the Corvus gunships. Dozens of missiles dancing
across the sky, seeking to blow the Corvus gunships to smithereens.

Roman's tanks had long assembled, half using Roman's thermite rounds
and the other using Roman's AA. They stood defiantly against the
incoming ground troops, unleashing hell into whatever targets
continued to move.. or didn't melt. Jeeps patrolled the streets to
ensure security. Infantry kept up their watchful eyes for directions
and to mop up survivors of the wrecks.

But then, artillery and LONGBOLT missiles came. Roman's forces had
trouble fighting so many fronts, and many of his fortifications fell
prey to the attacks. Whatever of Roman's Apaches remained functional
took off and sped behind Breath-Hold. They circled around, avoiding as
much contact, as they veered to follow where the artillery was coming
from. If uninterrupted, they'd find the damn artillery via
communication with the infantry and artillery and blast them to bits
with tomahawks, hellfires, and 30mm cannon fire. But before that, the
Apaches would feed coordinates for the howitzers... in case they
didn't get close enough.

What wasn't damaged of Roman's tanks fought against Prodigy's tanks
with their anti-armor ammunition. The powerful combination of thermite
rounds and anti-armor would prove more devastating than ever, despite
the rapid outnumberment. Roman's forces had the advantage of knowing
the land and city, and the fact there was only one way in.

Roman's forces fought as hard and as tactically sound as possible.
Their lives depended on everyone's cooperation.

[Prodigy Almighty]

OOC: As a note, I have 25 LONGBOWs, firing 100 missiles each... That's
a lot of missiles. And they're not really packed close enough that one
spray of flak would blow up like 50 - the "blot out the sun" was
dramatic effect... >.> Also, when did I say the Behemoths got close
BEFORE the city was in ruins? They certainly DON'T... Behemoths are
glorified AA and transports, not main assault vehicles... besides,
they're lumbering. I don't call them "Walking Fortresses" for
nothin'. :P

Prodigy smiled. Thermite again? When would he LEARN? Tactics change,
and apparently, Roman hadn't learned from Atticus' mistakes. As soon
as the thermite rounds impacted with the armor, the reactive plates
blew, destroying the gnawing thermite in the process. Meanwhile, the
chemical lasers from the Wildfire tanks melted holes in walls, armor,
and people with deadly precision. The heavily armor Chelkran tanks
held strong, despite losses to the heavily entrenched defenders.

The Corvus gunships streaked over the high mountains, met by Anti-air.
The missiles streaked towards the seemingly-defenseless Corvuses. But
as soon as they got too close, the missiles stripped themselves in a
wash of red lights - High Energy Lasers. Some of the missiles got
through, and whatever unlucky Corvus pilot did not implement an
evasive maneuver in time met an untimely fate. Luckily, not many were
so slow. The Anti-air felt the counter-punch of the hardtip missiles
on the Corvus wings as they swept past and returned to friendly skies.

The Apaches circled around behind to find the artillery, and they
almost found them; they had a general area, now just to verify
coordinates... But before they even reached for their radios, Patriot
missiles came streaking from the side. Apparently, the Behemoth that
brought the Deadbolts there stuck around.

OOC: Hey, wait a tick! How do you have all these units? (looks over
Roman's OrBat) Um. You can't reconstitute an OrBat that fast, mate.
All those points you spent on the Holy Roman Emperor? Those are all
still gone. It'll take at least a week or so to refill that gap; it
was, what, like 40,000 points? No, I don't think you can do that... I
quote the Charter:

- If a commander's army is nearly destroyed, they think the war is
over, or some other reason, they can withdraw their unit from battle.
Basically, the people go home, and the commander begins to gather
resources to deploy a new OrBat. After seven days, the commander can
redeploy their unit at full strength (with a different or the same
composition, if he so wishes).

One: You never withdrew your OrBat. Two: You DEFINITELY didn't wait 7
days.

I don't think you have as many defenders at Breath-Hold as you may
think you do.

[Gerk]

Yay, fun time!

i do believe that Atticus's new OrBat has not come into play yet, but,
if it has (which is rather unlikely and would be a complete violation
of the charter), this move will have to change, due to the presence of
anti-aircraft defenses.

A voice came in over Prodigy's radio.
"This is B-delta-niner, come in Prodigy. It looks like you could use
some air support down there, permission to engage?"

Prodigy thought for a bit. This was his fight, but if those artillery
weren't silenced, they could cause a major problem.

"Permission granted," he responded.

"Fasten your seatbelts, people, we're going to BLOW SOME S*** UP!!!"

The mountains around the city began to rumble as bombs fell from the
sky. Attack helicopters exploded in flames as a squadron of jets
zoomed by up above. But those weren't the only new problems.

------------------------------------------------

Meanwhile, the Apaches were busy relaying coordinates to the now under
fire artillery.

"Copy, that was 2---" and the transmission to the chopper cut off.

"Please repeat, station Foxtrot, we did not receive," the operator in
the helicopter said, but there was no response. Then a song began to
play:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oHg5SJYRHA0

Across Atticus's entire army, communications were shut off, and this
song played on every channel. (OOC: YOU'VE JUST BEEN RICK
ROLL'D!!! :D )



SUMMARY: my bombers start bombing artillery first, then the tomahawk
truck, and the flak guns, etc. my fighters begin sweeping the air (up
high, out of range of your tomahawks) and take out helicopters. and
my HAXORS (don't you just love those guys?) start an untraceable jam
of your communications while simultaneously Rick Rolling you. they're
on low-flying helicopters in order to get close enough, but you don't
know that, just a note to the judge.

[Roman]

No, my full army hasn't been redeployed.

[Longbow]

Longbow sat back in his lawn chair, with a glass of lemonade. A
sudden, violent tremor shook the ground underneath him, spilling the
lemonade all over his lunch tray.
"Goddamit."

Summary: You spilled my lemonade, and got said liquid all over a
perfectly good sandwich.

OOC: just for comedic relief before someone (probably prodigy- no
offense) blows a fuse soon.

[Roman]

OOC:

Also, I would like to question the reactive plates, at least from
Bayen. My thermite rounds aren't as simple as they used to be.
Dramatic effect or not, fifteen blasts of shrapnel continually
blotting against those nasty missiles has effect. Good effect. :D
And with the Behemoths, they're huge. It'll be noticed. Let alone, my
artillery on the mountains has even greater range from their
elevation.
Also, for your tanks, they're not just pummeled by thermite rounds. I
believe I stated they were also being nailed by my anti-armor rounds
as well, which are pretty much super-bazooka rounds on steroids.These
come from both the anti-armor infantry and the tanks. Same with any
other armored stuff coming in via ground.
Then, for your Corvus gunships. They also had a bit of shrapnel
launched at them, then the missiles. Which I find hard to believe that
lasers can just destroy everything when you're in motion and close to
my trucks. And the vast number of missiles too.

I know exactly how many defenders I have! :P They're just
strategically placed as opposed to an army just charging in.

And I'd like to mention, since Gerk and Prodigy both state my Apache's
arrival to Prodigy's artillery diffferently, that Prodigy's is the one
I should follow. Gerk, after all, is just goofing off.

Not sure if I should respond or wait until Bayen to clear everything
so far?

[Gerk Whitman]

what?  I'm sure as hell not goofing off!  this is serious!  i just gave us a tactical advantage by killing your communications.

as far as your Apaches go, i was going off of what you said, that they were circling around the edges, relaying information to your own artillery.

--
Google is taking over the world---
And I'm helping.

[Gerk]

oh, sorry, i misread your post, Atticus

your communications are still cut off, but the backstory was just
wrong. nothing else has really changed.

[Bayen ronToketi]

Prodigy, I don't remember you telling me about the reactive plates...  correct me if I'm wrong.  Either way, the shrapnel would still have effect, we're just talking about degree here.

In all cases, the thermite is just added punch anyways.  The other things are still effective, thermite merely makes it more effective.

[Roman]

You know, despite being destroyed, I have a nice response in mind. But
I'll have to post it later, I have to leave in twenty minutes. <:[

[Scorpiox]

Prodigy's men were firing salvo after salvo of missles. One was
humming an irish drinking song ;).

Then... a small humming could be heard...

The troops hesitated for a moment, and then they all heard a
whispering, an ominous whispering. Many of them whipped around to see
what it was...

At first, it was some magical words spoken, whispering, haunting the
soldiers.... Then, a song ensued... "Please allow me to introduce
myself, I'm a man of wealth and taste..." It was of course the Guns
N' Roses version of the song. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?
v=xmHZLruBSMs)

Then, a flash of light engulfed a nearby missle site... Screaming
could be heard. One certain soldier was struck by the head of his
comrade. The music grew louder.

All over, missile sites were falling victim to these flashes of light.

The music grew louder still, practically deafening. Screams could be
heard amidst the insatiable beat.

All the while, the ground shook violently.

Summary: For reference, this attack occured last night. I had
originally meant for it to be secret, but Bayen informed me that it
still is secret IC.

Essentially, Prodigy's men are working when all of a sudden, they hear
some magical words, followed by "Sympathy for the Devil" Guns N' Roses
version. Then, flashes of light appear, essentially eradicating the
missile sites. Prodigy's men are obviously confused seeing as the
flashes are silent, the ground is shaking, and they are being treated
to a deafening concert...

[Ben Pringle]

By the way, actual Tsunami damages:

Wipes out anything on the first 50 pixels of Chelkran Kesh, heavy damages up to 100 pixels in, moderate damage to up to 300 pixels in, and flooding out to 400 pixels.  (Based on real world tsunami damages.)

On Toketi, really only hits the first three or so pixels with flooding on the mainland.

[Prodigy Almighty]

OOC: Oops, right, I got distracted halfway through the post by your
OrBat... I'm aware of the anti-tank weapons. But do you even SEE how
fucking INSANE these tanks are? 100 points each, laser beams, and have
you looked at the size of those motherfuckers? Plus, I also have the
Cerberus tanks for backup, so don't ignore them.. It doesn't mean
they're invincible; they'll take damage. But it'll take a hell of a
lot of damage before it stops shooting. They're designed to soak up
damage, man.

I never said the shrapnel would be totally ineffective against the
missiles. I'm just saying they aren't packed in tight clusters :P

The reactive armor is a real thing, and it would work perfectly as
described. That's how they work.

The Deadbolt artillery have a maximum range of 10 miles. The LONGBOWs
have a maximum range of 95 miles.

As for the Corvuses. The High Energy Lasers would be able to stop most
of the missiles. The flak will be a problem, though I don't remember
reading that you shot the flak cannons at them... Oops, yeah you did,
my mistake. But it's not like these things are flying at airplane
level, but they aren't as low as helicopters. So I wonder if your
shrapnel would reach... how far can it fire straight up? As for using
the Tomahawks as AA: What the hell are you doing? Cruise missiles
don't make very good AA weapons for a very good reason: They don't
possess the thrust necessary to shoot straight up. Considering the
height of the Corvuses, they might be able to reach, but single
missiles are easy for the THELs to take down...

The Behemoths are huge, yes, but you'd still have to aim. It's the
equivalent of shooting at a building. Except this building is a
nuclear bomb shelter on treads. They're armored like NORAD, minus the
mountain.

As a note, remember that any defensive points I bring up are not
flawless, like the THELs for example. Some missiles will still get
through, and they don't work very well against the flak. Nothing is
perfect. I'm just trying to control how many people I lose.

[Prodigy Almighty]

Wait, what? Scorpiox, what are you talking about? Do you mean the
LONGBOWs? What the hell did you think you did? The LONGBOWs aren't
missile sites, they're mechanical walkers... with many, many guns on
them, and really strong defenses. I have 25 of them, and do you see
how much they cost and what kind of defenses they have?

If you're doing something Magical, I want all of your SCM incantations
immediately.

[Scorpiox]

OOC: My mistake on calling them missile sites, doesn't really matter
though :)

[Prodigy Almighty]

Yes, it really does. Tell me your SCM incantations NOW. Tell me
precisely what the FUCK you think you're doing, and I will tell you if
it works. Because the way it seems, I don't think you can even pull
this off. It seems entirely too improbable.

[Scorpiox]

You technically don't even know that its me IC

[Prodigy Almighty]

I'm not ASKING IC. I'm asking you OOC for your incantations.

[Scorpiox]

The incantations fall under the category of SECRET... so Bayen knows
about them... They work...

[Prodigy Almighty]

OOC: So what you're saying is you've single-handedly taken out 7,500
points of my army? Just like that? With no retaliation?

[Scorpiox]

Not necessarily... in 24 hours, yes...

[Ben Pringle]

I wouldn't say he took out all 7,500 points of LONGBOWs.  Prolly around 1500 pts destroyed, 3000 pts damaged but repairable after three days or so, and the remaining 3000 fine.  Course casualty disputes are really up to you guys, that seems reasonable.

Prodigy - SCM Incantations are secrets just like Technology specifications are secrets.  Scorpiox might want to use this again, or sell it on the market...

[Scorpiox]

Gerk's Fighters moved in to the kill the helpless apaches. Then, a
woosh was heard. One fighter was closing in on his target when an
explosion of light erupted from the right of him, oddly, it was
silent. When the light dissapated, he saw that part of his wing was
gone. He looked to the console in front of him. Red lights had
erupted all over the board. A warning alarm in his cockpit was
droning on. He glanced at his altemeter, it was dropping fast. He
had no choice, his craft was no longer level, tumbling towards the
mountainside below. He had no way to right his aircraft, and with
that, he pushed the big red button labeled "Eject."

As he flew through the air, he saw huge bohemoths moving through the
air, they were cloaked and nearly invisible to see(he could see the
rough outline of them, and the air they occupied was a little blurry),
but they were massive, bigger than any aircraft this pilot had ever
seen. They were also flying as fast as his fighter, one of the most
advanced in the world.

All over he could see his allied pilots falling victim to the things.
Bombers and fighters alike fell to their might.

Summary: Something comes and interferes with the plans of Gerk's
fighters and bombers. Effectively stopping their mission and
eradicates them.

> > > points of my army? Just like that? With no retaliation?- Hide quoted text -
>
> - Show quoted text -

[Gerk Whitman]

these things are invisible to radar TOO?  how can that be if they're so HUGE?

[Scorpiox]

Never said they were invisible on radar...

> And I'm helping.- Hide quoted text -

[Gerk Whitman]

then i would know they were coming, and most likely leave.

in fact:

"Delta leader, I've got something big on the radar, moving in fast."
"We have strict orders to not engage enemies up this high, Delta squadron, fall back, Alpha squadron, follow suit."  He changed his frequency.  "Comm leader, this is Delta leader, we have new contacts moving in, see what you can do to screw with them."
"Copy that, Delta leader.  Comm leader out."

My planes retreat from the area, avoiding the new contacts.  My haxors proceed to jam the communications of whatever those things are, Rick Rolling them as well.  might i remind you that this is untraceable.

[Gerk Whitman]

oh, almost forgot, casualties:

in the short amount of time that i'm there bombing things, i think my bombers would have taken out at least 4000 points of artillery, and maybe 750-1000 points of other targets.  my fighters would have destroyed approximately 5-6 thousand points of helicopters, missile platforms, and tanks, things like that.  this is mostly because you had no viable defense from air attack, and you're completely uncoordinated because of my Rick Rolling. :D

[Scorpiox]

Gerk, I tried too engage before the attack... If you ran away, you
had no time, and if you did damage, you were long enough for me to
damage your squadron...

On Oct 9, 4:37 pm, "Gerk Whitman" <gerk.w...@gmail.com> wrote:
> oh, almost forgot, casualties:
>
> in the short amount of time that i'm there bombing things, i think my
> bombers would have taken out at least 4000 points of artillery, and maybe
> 750-1000 points of other targets.  my fighters would have destroyed
> approximately 5-6 thousand points of helicopters, missile platforms, and
> tanks, things like that.  this is mostly because you had no viable defense
> from air attack, and you're completely uncoordinated because of my Rick
> Rolling. :D
>
>
>
>
>
> On Thu, Oct 9, 2008 at 4:32 PM, Gerk Whitman <gerk.w...@gmail.com> wrote:
> > then i would know they were coming, and most likely leave.
>
> > in fact:
>
> > "Delta leader, I've got something big on the radar, moving in fast."
> > "We have strict orders to not engage enemies up this high, Delta squadron,
> > fall back, Alpha squadron, follow suit."  He changed his frequency.  "Comm
> > leader, this is Delta leader, we have new contacts moving in, see what you
> > can do to screw with them."
> > "Copy that, Delta leader.  Comm leader out."
>
> > My planes retreat from the area, avoiding the new contacts.  My haxors
> > proceed to jam the communications of whatever those things are, Rick Rolling
> > them as well.  might i remind you that this is untraceable.
>

[Scorpiox]

So you have to choose, now back to the action...

IC:
Roman's men were fighting valiantly. But, without communications,
they were at a severe disadvantage. Suddenly, they all heard voices.
Demonic voices. "Switch your com channels simultaneously up 5."

As the men recieved the advice, they turned their channels up 5, and
low and behold, the air was clear. They were free to communicate.

OOC:
Neither Prodigy or gerk can truly act on this, it only influences
casualties taken by both side. Since Roman's troops can now
communicate, and whenever you try to jam, they will change channels,
you can no longer effectivley jam them.

Summary:
Roman's communications are fully operational.

> > - Show quoted text -- Hide quoted text -

[Gerk Whitman]

"They've switched frequencies, sir!"

"Well, it's about time they tried that.  Jam the new one."

"Sir, they just switched again!"

"So, it's this game, is it?  Well then."  He picked up a radio.  "Commander Prodigy, do not leave your current frequencies."

"Understood," came the reply.

"All right, jam all frequencies not currently being used by allied troops!"

"Yes sir!"

congratulations, now nobody can talk on radio in this area except for us.  and, unless you have haxors of your own, you can't use our frequencies, i believe.  tough luck.  oh, and the song has stopped by now, my men are getting bored of playing it.

[Gerk Whitman]

oh, and as far as you're concerned, Scorpiox, you never see my planes or detect them.  unless you have uber-stealth-seeing radar.

[Gerk Whitman]

to avoid confusion, this means that there is no bombing.

[Scorpiox]

As Gerk's fighters retreated, the massive masses turned their
attention to the source of the jamming easily triangulated due to the
transmission enveloped the entire battlefield... Their attention
rested upon some signitures to the Northeast. As the masses
approached, it was obvious that the jamming was origininating from the
helicopters at the location. The masses decended on the helicopters
like ravenous wolves on an injured calf and in mere seconds, there was
nothing left.

Summary:
Roman's Communications are permanantly open.

All of Gerk's helicopters involved with the jamming are obiviously
destroyed, along with all the hackers on board.

On Oct 9, 5:11 pm, "Gerk Whitman" <gerk.w...@gmail.com> wrote:
> to avoid confusion, this means that there is no bombing.
>
>
>
>
>
> On Thu, Oct 9, 2008 at 5:11 PM, Gerk Whitman <gerk.w...@gmail.com> wrote:
> > oh, and as far as you're concerned, Scorpiox, you never see my planes or
> > detect them.  unless you have uber-stealth-seeing radar.
>

> > On Thu, Oct 9, 2008 at 5:05 PM, Gerk Whitman <gerk.w...@gmail.com> wrote:
>
> >> "They've switched frequencies, sir!"
>
> >> "Well, it's about time they tried that.  Jam the new one."
>
> >> "Sir, they just switched again!"
>
> >> "So, it's this game, is it?  Well then."  He picked up a radio.
> >> "Commander Prodigy, do not leave your current frequencies."
>
> >> "Understood," came the reply.
>
> >> "All right, jam all frequencies not currently being used by allied
> >> troops!"
>
> >> "Yes sir!"
>
> >> congratulations, now nobody can talk on radio in this area except for us.
> >> and, unless you have haxors of your own, you can't use our frequencies, i
> >> believe.  tough luck.  oh, and the song has stopped by now, my men are
> >> getting bored of playing it.
>

[Roman]

OOC: Okay, I'm still confused about.... oh hell, everything? Oh well,
I guess I'll post in a bit... such a mess!

[Gerk Whitman]

it is very confusing, once Scorpiox had to come in and break the timeline (no offense, that's just what happened.)

On Thu, Oct 9, 2008 at 6:27 PM, Roman <Ro...@toketi.org> wrote:

OOC: Okay, I'm still confused about.... oh hell, everything? Oh well,
I guess I'll post in a bit... such a mess!

[Roman]

OOC: No, no, I understood Scorpiox's stuff very well. It is just hard
to determine my army's standpoint because it seems to be secret tech
vs. secret tech and both sides are doubting each other's powers. Oh
well, we'll see.

[Gerk Whitman]

ok, i think it's about time i moved the rest of my army.

everybody else mobilizes and moves to Breath-Hold.  really doesn't require backstory.  it probably

[Roman]

OOC Notes: Alright, so my thermite rounds are not completely
ineffective. I will grant the first volley will not do as much, but
we're talking artillery versus marching buildings. They're getting hit
round after round from what... the 30 howitzers or so I have? They're
guaranteed to start crumbling fast. If they don't melt, because I do
not know their material and that always sparks debate, the thing
itself will grow insanely hot and ruin electronics etc. anything
inside.

As for the ground tanks and such, I know they're 100 points. But
you're granting the fact I was prepared and I knew where the enemy
would come from (only one way in for vehicles like tanks). My anti-
armor rounds pierce more than a foot of armor. My thermite rounds
prove even more devastatingly powerful. These are all coming from the
60 tanks (40 heavy, 20 light) and anti-armor personnel. So, imagine
all those rounds continually coming at an incoming force. And my heavy
tanks are Challenger tanks... which are like the best tank known today
+ my own added armor and ammunition variants.

And seems like Gerk's stuff, at least everything that could cause a
problem, can't now. Same with the majority of Prodigy's artillery.
Here's my post:




The battle raged on like a torrent trying to gain entry to new land.
Prodigy's forces continued to try and push Breath-Hold into a hole
deeper than the center of the planet itself. But Roman's forces
weren't going to give up, their technology was proving itself by
making up for their numbers.

Roman's artillery (howitzers) continued to fire their thermite rounds
at Prodigy's Behemoths. At first, explosions and weakened thermite
attacks proved almost average in quality. Then came the second volleys
and the true devastation took place. The thermite began to heat to
insane amounts, sending nearby plates that hadn't exploded into
disarray and explosions. All in all, the thermite began to work its
ferocity as the buildings were continually pelted more and more.

The same began to happen to his ground forces, which not only faced
the devastating blow of thermite rounds, but the addition of anti-
armor rounds that pierced more than a foot of any known armor. Durium
may resist it more, but surely it would be no match. All in all,
Roman's forces were almost 100% anti-armor.

Roman's Apaches, as if angels themselves, began to talk of the
artillery coordinates. Though patriot missiles began to rip them to
shreds, the coordinates were indeed sent. A few tomahawks were
released as the rest of the Apaches sped back, trying to lead the
Patriot missiles following them into the mountainside.

Roman's flak guns focused their blasts against the Corvus gunships,
though had a hard time aiming once the accursed crafts came too close.
They'd have to let the Tomahawk trucks continue to fire at them rather
than waste their energy. The generals barked orders to change
ammunition to anti-armor, and the flak cannons did so in a heartbeat.
They took aim at the Behemoths as well, their larger cannons
suppporting a better anti-armor. Better than anything in Roman's army.
Thus, they were fired against the moving fortresses. They were aimed
at the bottom to destroy their moving mechanisms and at the heart of
the beasts.

The Tomahawks which had so vailiantly fired earlier, hastily reloaded.
Another volley of rockets would soon lock onto the remaining Corvus
gunships, given they were not destroyed. Much of Roman's forces were
taking heavy losses, but the enemy suffered the same.

Roman's infantry, which were almost useless due to the massive amounts
of just armored vehicles (I didn't see any mentioning of enemy
infantry), awaiting their chance to strike. A few defiantly took
themselves to the wall of Breath-Hold and mooned the incoming army.
Only to find their asses blasted to smithereens by lasers, but was
still completed nonetheless. Kind of like... (coughBraveheartcough).
Infantry began to take the decision to assist in protecting the
citizens of Breath-Hold as missiles and artillery fire rained from
above. The rest stayed around the front perimeter. Snipers watched
curiously for any incoming stealth units, their trigger fingers
itching to catch anyone trying to come in from a mountain path or
helicopter drop.

Roman's hueys, if not destroyed, simply awaited take-off. Roman knew
better than to lift them off... because of previous occurrences with
Hueys.

Roman himself sat in the depths of his complex. His few engineers
worked to prepare its self-destruction mechanism. He seemed extremely
angry, as if magic itself had slapped him in the face. Artillery
blasts shook the concrete walls. His forces were taking heavy
casualties, but he could only hope his defensive positions and tech
would make up for it. If not... he was a dead man.

Yet, maybe that'd be a good thing, because he didn't have anyone to
blame for it now. And his Montags were no longer his.

[Gerk Whitman]

now, i'm not going to respond quite yet, but, according to the timeline, my comm techs are being attacked only a minute or so in to the fight.  just thought i should clarify, because, if i can do anything to save them, i will still be able to jam you afterwards, which would affect the rest of the battle.

[Roman]

(Continued post.)

Roman's .50cal jeeps sped through the streets, giving reports of
damage and orders for civilians on where to take cover. Such humanity
from bloodthirsty soldiers... it was a sight to see. Roman's 60mm
grenade jeeps sped to the frontlines and began to fire their own MAAR
rounds at whatever posed the greatest risks. They were almost
committing suicide by doing so, but it was better than waiting to die
later.

[Prodigy Almighty]

Prodigy frowned; it was inevitable that they would have Breath-Hold.
Even as well defended as the city was, Prodigy's forces outnumbered
them at least four to one. But the attack on his LONGBOWs were
suspicious; flashes of light? Sounded like magic. But Roman despised
magic... Could it be an outside influence? Dare he think it, could it
be Scorpiox?

Time to give him an executive phone call. Prodigy tapped the side of
his visor and spoke into the microphone. "Connect with Duke Scorpiox."

Prodigy waited. The phone rang.

SUMMARY: Pick up the phone! There's someone rampantly using magic to
attack me in your realm. :P

[Roman]

Roman had been studying the architecture of the odd complex he was in,
perhaps it was more commonly known as BONE? Scorpiox was busy speaking
to someone while two skeletal guardians kept an eternal guard over the
door to whatever room they were now in.

Roman heard a ring, and his head shifted like an animal in distress at
the phone in the corner of the room. Scorpiox was too busy and didn't
notice, so Roman quickly stepped forward; careful to not knock
anything over with his tail. He picked up the phone, noticing how his
scales had turned into a combination of bone-white and dark red to
blend in with the building.

An unfamiliar voice was on the other line, requesting Scorpiox. Roman
promptly responded, though his voice was very growlish and very hissy.
Nothing like his voice had been heard before (trust me on that).

"Greetings, stranger. You seek Scorpiox?"

The man responded quite angrily.

"Who the fuck do you think I just asked for? What the hell are you?"

Roman's eyes rolled as he responded quite quietly to the enraged
individual.

"Sir, I believe you speak to Roman. I will place you on speakerphone
for Scorpiox."

And so the scaley-man pressed the lovely button to initiate the
speakerphone, turning to call Scorpiox's attention.

[Scorpiox]

"(Chinese accent)
We are having a special on flood insurance today, your lucky DAY!
WINNER WINNER CHICKEN DINNER!"

Hey Prince Crybaby! Come and get me... I dare ya"

[Gerk Whitman]

ok, here's my response to your attack on my helicopters, Scorpiox.

The shimmering masses sped towards the source of the jamming, eagerly wanting to rip them apart for their jokes.  But when they arrived, the helicopters were in the air, waiting for them.  And they didn't hesitate to open fire with everything they had.

As the flying things (for lack of a better word, because I have no idea what they are) responded with their own volley of magical armaments, they were all suddenly hit from behind with volley after volley of missiles and machine gun fire.  It didn't take long for the surprise attack to wipe them all out completely.

ok, my helicopters are informed of your approach, and are ready to engage.  then, as you do, my stealth fighters and bombers, who've never left the battle, open up fire from behind, surprising you (stealth) and wiping them all out, unless i'm mistaken about these magical enchantments around whatever it is that's flying.  i probably do lose some of my helicopters, that wouldn't surprise me.

now, i'm going to make an assumption here, and it might not be correct, but i just now looked at your orbat, and i do believe that whatever is flying happens to be your fighters, unless i'm mistaken.  which means that, since there are six of them, you have 1800 points worth of fighters, who are being completely surprised by 9,500 points of fighters and bombers.  now, it doesn't take a math major to figure out the outcome.  granted, your magic may do something to help them, but i can still lock on with infrared, and i have a pretty good visual, as Ben told me.

also, because i don't feel like messaging Bayen, and i believe we're all being good sports about doing things IC, so i'll say that the comm techs evacuated the helicopters beforehand and hid, so maybe two of them got hit with shrapnel, but nothing more.  but you don't know that.

and, on a final note, just as much as we don't know that it is you fighting, Scorpiox, you don't know that it is me, because this is only a small contingent of my army.  yes, you know my main army is headed south, but you don't know that i am controlling these planes.

oh, and while we're on the subject of the army moving south:

Scorpiox recieved another call almost immedieately after he ended the previous one.  "Mr. Scorpiox, this is Commander Fauk.  Gerk would like to request permission to move his army into your territory in order to engage the enemy to the Prince."


HOLD ON JUST A MINUTE, HERE!
while reviewing your OrBat, Scorpiox, I realized that you were not in it.  Nor was anything else magical.  so could you please explain these magical flying devices that you have, then?

[Scorpiox]

Actually, there is something magical...

> On Thu, Oct 9, 2008 at 11:54 PM, Prodigy Almighty <a.kreyl...@gmail.com>wrote:
>
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> > Prodigy frowned; it was inevitable that they would have Breath-Hold.
> > Even as well defended as the city was, Prodigy's forces outnumbered
> > them at least four to one. But the attack on his LONGBOWs were
> > suspicious; flashes of light? Sounded like magic. But Roman despised
> > magic... Could it be an outside influence? Dare he think it, could it
> > be Scorpiox?
>
> > Time to give him an executive phone call. Prodigy tapped the side of
> > his visor and spoke into the microphone. "Connect with Duke Scorpiox."
>
> > Prodigy waited. The phone rang.
>
> > SUMMARY: Pick up the phone! There's someone rampantly using magic to
> > attack me in your realm. :P
>
> --
> Google is taking over the world---

> And I'm helping.- Hide quoted text -

[Roman]

Prodigy can you post and just finish the battle? It is obvious I'm not
going to win, but I will remind you my forces will inflict as much
damage as possible.

[Gerk Whitman]

well, if i do win this little air skirmish, you can bet that i'm going to keep on jamming, and my planes will be back, so you might take more casualties from that...  don't be too hasty.

[Roman]

Okay, I've grown impatient with myself. I'll end the battle, Prodigy
wins obviously.

And Gerk, stop trying to bullshit. Seriously.

[Prodigy Almighty]

OOC: Roman, my tanks aren't suicidally charging your walls...

Also, what makes you think the Behemoths are in range? I could sworn I
mentioned in my last post that they moved. ... fuck. No I didn't Well,
they moved now. You can't reach them :P

All in all, my forces are pulling back to outside firing range;
tactical withdrawal and regrouping.

[Scorpiox]

Continuing

1- I your machine guns are useless against my massive masses which
wiz over 1,200 mph

2- My massive masses would beat your fighters to the helis

3- The reaction time to evacuate your hackers would have to be really
good, seeing as you claimed the attack on your helis to take place 1
min into battle.

On Oct 10, 12:19 am, "Gerk Whitman" <gerk.w...@gmail.com> wrote:

> On Thu, Oct 9, 2008 at 11:54 PM, Prodigy Almighty <a.kreyl...@gmail.com>wrote:
>
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> > Prodigy frowned; it was inevitable that they would have Breath-Hold.
> > Even as well defended as the city was, Prodigy's forces outnumbered
> > them at least four to one. But the attack on his LONGBOWs were
> > suspicious; flashes of light? Sounded like magic. But Roman despised
> > magic... Could it be an outside influence? Dare he think it, could it
> > be Scorpiox?
>
> > Time to give him an executive phone call. Prodigy tapped the side of
> > his visor and spoke into the microphone. "Connect with Duke Scorpiox."
>
> > Prodigy waited. The phone rang.
>
> > SUMMARY: Pick up the phone! There's someone rampantly using magic to
> > attack me in your realm. :P
>
> --
> Google is taking over the world---

[Gerk Whitman]

1200 mph, you say?  now how exactly does that match up to a 2400 km/hr fighter or bomber?  they were so not left behind.  and if planes fight each other in the air with machine guns at those speeds, then i think they would be effective.  they weren't waiting for you, they were following you, they stuck around to do some recon, and noticed your masses head off in the direction of my helis.

i never said one minute in context.  i only meant that as an approximation, so that people would know what was going on in the timeline.  and one minute is plenty of time to get off of a helicopter and hide, while the heli gets into the air, if you ask me.

and Roman, I am shocked!  Bullshitting?  where exactly have i bullshitted?  i resent that statement to the highest degree!  and this is soooo not sarcasm, if you were wondering.

On Fri, Oct 10, 2008 at 12:40 AM, Scorpiox <scor...@toketi.org> wrote:

1- Your machine guns are useless, my masses are traveling at 1200 mph

2- Your fighters were left behind, so they couldn't be waiting for me

3- The reaction time to evacuate would have had to been amazing, since
my attack occured 1 min into the battle, as you have claimed.  And you
said the helis were close to the city, meaning I would've been upon
them within seconds...

[Roman]

The battle lasted for what seemed like an eternity, but in reality
Roman's forces were already dead.

After precious minutes of rampant fire, an keen observer could note
the beauty in the spark flying here and the blood spilling here. The
absolute pristine feeling as one gazed into the explosive punch of a
laser hitting a flamethrower. A rejuvenatory feeling of a tank melting
into itself and the men inside cooked like scrambled eggs.

Prodigy's forces quickly out bested the meager force of Roman's. The
men held their defenses valiantly and with the utmost courage, but it
was futile. Eventually Prodigy destroyed every single thing in Breath-
Hold. All of Roman's artillery in the mountains were blown to bits and
their bunkers caved in, as if succumbing to the ravaging fires
initiated. Explosions echoed everywhere as high-explosive shells met
an untimely incineration. Napalm leaked and caused fires to burn long
after anything was operational, destroying any evidence of anything
was ever there.

On the ground the tanks, men, helicopters, and trucks were melted,
eviscerated, and evaporated into sunshine dust. Not one trace of
humanity was left as Prodigy's forces came to the big reinforced doors
of the Roman Industries complex. They destroyed EVERYTHING, not a bit
of EVIDENCE lay anywhere. His personal promises were fulfilled.

Roman himself decided to exit Roman Industries as Prodigy's forces
took a break, all aiming at the accursed complex. Roman was surely
recognizable by his odd Montag appearance. His engineers were
finishing their touches to the building's self-destruction method.

Before anyone could fire, Roman took a knife and gashed at his own
chest. Something surprising came out. Red blood.

Montags had black blood.

He sliced more and more, only for his costume to slowly fall apart to
the ground. His hands clasped the pieces of the complex suit and
ripped them off. The knife was used to cut large patches of the form-
fitting costume. The seemingly scaley appearance flung to the ground
as the human pink of skin was revealed from beneath the peculiarity.

Out came Atticus, through and through.

He stood like a defiant general amongst an enemy army. He didn't
flinch at all. He was supposed to be dead.

He looked onward with an indifferent look on his face. He spoke two
words in his unmistakeable voice.

"Mission accomplished."

With that, as if the world was controlled by such language, his
standing in life blew to smithereens. Not by Prodigy's men, but by his
own. The engineers detonated the building and caused the entire
complex to explode, implode, and incinerate with napalmic fury. The
concrete walkway Atticus stood on exploded in the air with a fiery
burst, evaporating him forever into the memories of Toketi. This time,
it was him.

With that, the entire entity known as Breath-Hold was destroyed. No
traces of Atticus' reign of terror or his horrific technologies. No
anger or hatred was left. Just the ashes of burnt men and the melted
complexities of tanks and howitzers. Shrapnel encompassed the ground
like snowfall and Prodigy was sure to be left with a feeling of
complete loneliness. It was as if the world had ended right there.

Roman, on the other hand, was in the company of Scorpiox, his savior
from being the scapegoat of the delusional Atticus. He was the lone
survivor of Montag Industries and of Roman Industries; they were the
same. Roman would never be able to fully explain the events of his
life at this time, Atticus had double-crossed him more than anyone in
history.

Summary:

All of "Roman's" standing army is destroyed, except Roman himself.
All of "Roman's" Sentinels are destroyed.
You are all left dumbstruck with the biggest storyline twist.

[Scorpiox]

You can't claim any speed on your planes since you didn't specify, so
they are standard, aka too slow...

And they would never be able to catch up, if they wanted to get within
firing distance you fighters would have to be going 2,400 mph to make
up the distance my masses had already put between them and and you.

+ The time in order to get from the battle to your helis would have
been 15 seconds tops seeing as they had to be so close to jam
communications. They also had no hint i was coming until i flew at
them full throttle

[Gerk Whitman]

that WAS standard speed.  and i don't need to catch up, they're right on your tail, you just don't see them.

and ok, then, the helicopters aren't ready.  but the techs are off safely, and you're still surprised from behind.

[Prodigy Almighty]

The Battle is over, guys. Either Scorpiox, just go home and admit
defeat and let us all leave what is no longer your land, or you can
keep fighting and get mercilessly destroyed... you're one person.
We're two, and then there's always people I can call for help.

@Roman: *Jaw drop* Are you SHITTING me? /facepalm xD
Although, I must say, it's refreshing to have someone actually ADMIT
defeat rather than have a judge rule it upon you. I'm guilty of it
myself. :P And I know you weren't expecting to come out alive - who
would with those odds? - but I respect the fact that, despite all of
the bickering you COULD have done to keep this going, you got as fed
up as I was and just said "let's end this, it's over anyway and we all
know it".

[Scorpiox]

Gerk,
either both of your com teams got destroyed and so do your helis, but
my magic blobs get destroyed

or

your com teams got away and just your helis get destroyed and my magic
blobs get away

[Gerk Whitman]

i'll seceed all of my helis and half of my comm techs for all of your blobs.  realize that this was a SURPRISE attack.  i have about ten upper hands here, i should be getting much more than this

[Scorpiox]

fine, but i guess it doesnt matter anymore, since the battles over :
( i was having fun

[Gerk Whitman]

wait, i have one final move:

the surviving hackers were relieved that they, well, survived.  But they weren't satisfied.

Prodigy was on the radio to who knows where, when all of a sudden it cut out, and a song started.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oHg5SJYRHA0

YOU'VE JUST BEEN RICK ROLL'D!!!

:D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D

[Bayen ronToketi]

So we're almost done.

*phew*

Roman Casualties:  Everything except himself
Scorpiox Casualties:  6 "Blobs"
Gerk Casualties: All helis and 2500 points of haxors

PRODIGY CASULATIES?!?!?!?

I'd go with around 25-50% of what you sent, because it was a pretty epicly last stand battle, plus attacks from Scorpiox and so on......  but that's just a suggestion, not a ruling.

[Roman]

Well Prodigy, this was never meant to be personal or anything. The
attack on Chelkran Kesh wasn't even my first scheme, I borrowed a few
ideas from other people and assembled my own massive plan to
demonstrate the possibility of anarchy in CITRA.

I knew I wasn't going to survive, if you read my posts and thought I
would that was just how I write. It was to demonstrate how far they
would go to defend what they could and damage as much as possible.
That, and because Atticus is a crazy nut who finally died. But
dragging the battle did add activity and it was great fun. I'm eager
to see if I did any damage.

As for Roman, well, now I've opened even more activity because
everyone SHOULD be "WHAT THE !@#$" in character for seeing Atticus
standing alive. Yes, it is possible and all that jazz. As for
Scorpiox, well... he lived up to his reputation of being a pain in the
ass. I don't see why the strong reprimand for his actions is being
enforced, especially when there still is no crucial evidence it was
him after all. For all you know, he was in the room talking to the
real Roman back in BONE, safe and sound and guiltless being cocky like
usual.

Anyway, I expect to see the damage calculations and an ending to this
marvelous event in Tokish history. Obviously the only unit I have left
is Roman, who is still worth 60 points or whatever I placed him at.

[Prodigy Almighty]

Prodigy rode his dragon over the remains of Breath-Hold, surveying the
aftermath in silence. After the walls had been breached, and Roman's
forces broken and been defeated, Prodigy decided to be lenient: any
civilians that wished to surrender to the Chelkran breaking into their
homes would be given one hour to come out of the city to where the
army waited. Of course, they would still be searched and scanned, but
Prodigy's blood-rage had been fed by Roman's - or, rather, Atticus',
it seemed, after they found the body - troops. Many Chelkran lay dead,
and one of the Behemoths had lost all power and another couldn't move,
but just as many, or perhaps more, of the enemy lay in burning,
smoldering heaps behind the now-useless walls.

After the civilians had gathered, and those stubborn enough to try and
bring weapons or stay in the city had been identified, the LONGBOWs
that still worked joined together with the Deadbolts - which, contrary
to bets placed before the fight at 5:1 odds, had actually survived
unharmed somehow - and laid waste to the city. Right now, Prodigy was
using his life-trackers to search for survivors. He wasn't surprised
to find that he didn't pick any up, in the town or the surrounding
mountains.

He landed Eisdrache in the middle of the town, on the pile of rubble
that used to be a school. Glancing over the wreckage, he spotted the
body of a child stuck under a rock. The little boy couldn't have been
more than six years old, and one of his arms was torn to shreds.
Prodigy frowned at the young child, and imagined the drowned corpse of
a Chelkranian child floating in the lake that once was Aeriona. An eye
for an eye, they say, makes the whole world blind. They also say
revenge is bitter-sweet. In some instances, both are true. Like this.

Eisdrache took off. The civilians would be taken to a different town
in a Behemoth, probably one in Doshtan Yokutar. After that, Prodigy's
forces would leave and just go back to Chelkran Kesh and Furfein Tosha
conMakain, and more rescue efforts would be put forth. Without looking
back, the cyborg sighed heavily and headed for where his army stood,
waiting for orders to move out.

SUMMARY: Just closing statements. Casualties will be posted here in a
bit.

[Prodigy Almighty]

CASUALTIES:

--25 Assault Elite Guard dead, 5 Sharpshooter Elite Guard dead, 10
Devastator Elite Guard dead.
==>125 Assault injured, 10 Sharpshooter injured, 40 Devastator Elite
Guard dead.
--9 CBS destroyed and pilot dead, 10 CBS mangled beyond repair and
pilot survived but injured, 7 CBS mangled in reparable shape and pilot
only minorly injured
--25 Satyrs dead, 35 injured
--0 Black Slayers dead, 5 injured
--10 Armored Elites dead, 15 injured
--20 Keshian Rangers dead, 30 injured

The reason my infantry casualties were so low is because there wasn't
much infantry fighting going on; it would've been silly with him
behind a wall. So most of the deaths and injuries were happenstance,
like the attacks on the Behemoths.

Armor, however, took a hit.

--6 LONGBOWs destroyed, 4 damaged but reparable, 5 with minor or
aesthetic damage
--6 Wildfire tanks destroyed, 4 damaged (none of them would escape
unharmed :P )
--10 Corvuses destroyed, 9 damaged but reparable, 10 with minor or
aesthetic damage
--6 Stingrays destroyed, 4 damaged but reparable, 4 with minor or
aesthetic damage
--3 Piranhas destroyed, 10 damaged but reparable, 2 with minor or
aesthetic damage
--0 Behemoths destroyed, 2 with serious damage (immobile and/or
without power), 3 heavily damaged but standing
--14 Cerberus tanks destroyed, 11 damaged (again, they were right up
in there)
--In some kind of crazy miracle, the Deadbolts were not even harmed
O.o I don't get it. They always get hit... they're usually so
vulnerable

Will that suffice?

[Roman]

Yep, that's acceptable.
Though, I'm eager to read your response (IC) to your call to Scorpiox.

[Prodigy Almighty]

Just for you then. ;)

Prodigy listened to Scorpiox's outburst on the phone, and the dialtone
nagged at his ear. Slowly raising his hand to the side of his head,
Prodigy turned off his link to the phone system. Almost in slow-
motion, his face contorted with anger. He screamed at the tops of his
lungs, all of the pent-up rage from the last few days suddenly rushing
out in a tidal wave.

One of the Chelkran Elites, Nappa, turned to his compatriot, Vegeta,
to ask him a question.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8fa3OQRuMQE&feature=related

[Lady Luna]

Um hey guys. I know im (very) late, but i thought that I could help,
even after the battle! (even though its over, people still need help!)

This is very wierd chronologically, but ill try my best! (not very
good at this whole battle thing)

Luna lay curled up on her sofa in her home in Stardock. The TV before
her flickered with horrific images of smoke and gunfire. The camera-
man visibly shook as explosions rattled the ground around him. A tank
drove infront of the camera, and fired its gun. Moments later, it was
hit by a huge round, which bounced off its hardy armour.

The image cut back to the Anchorwoman at her desk, looking visibly
disturbed. "That was Live footage from the battlefield, currently
raging around the Insurgents last strong hold, Breath Hold. Prince
Prodigy Almighty is advancing with his forces at an astonishing rate.
More details on the battle, after these messages..."

"Oh wow..." She said to herself, taking a sip of cyrstaline water.
"All those people...dying!"

Luna leapt up, her robes flying all about her. "I have to do somthing
about it!" She exclaimed.

Grabbing her staff and Excalibur she raced up the stairs to get her
favorite moon wand.

Dashing back down the stairs, she was so immersed in her preperations,
that the ringing of the doorbell caught her completly off gaurd. Her
foot caught on the hem of her robe, and she fell, tumbling down the
steps.

"Ow...." She said, rubbing her head.

The door creaked open, and Longbow popped his head in. "Are you OK?"
He said, seeing her sitting on the floor rubbing her head.

"Im fine...you just scared me with that doorbell!" She said, laughing.

"May I come in?" he asked.

"Sure, but i was just leaving anyway's. I was about to do somthing
about the war/battle thats going on." She said, standing up and
grabbing her stuff, which lay strewn about the floor.

"Ah yes...the Battle." Said Longbow "I just came here to see if you
had heard about that. What exactly are you going to do about it? You
dont seem like the fighting type of person...no offense."

"Well duh silly." Said Luna with a wink "I harldly every fight! Mostly
because im too busy helping others. Which is EXACTLY what I plan on
doing."

Just then, on the TV, images began to flash by showing the devestation
of Chelkra. A massive tidal wave had struck, and thousands of homes
were flodded.

"Oh boy..." She sighed. "More work to be done." Ill catch ya later
Longbow!!!'

With a spin and a wink, Luna dissapeared, leaving Longbow standing in
her house.

"She really shouldant leave her TV on..." Longbow muttered to himself.

--- (dashes equal time and other stuff to represent another scene like
thing! :D) ---

Large, dual rotor, stark white helicoptors with large red crosses on
their sides lifted off from the Helipads. There were ten in total, all
holding 13 men with plenty of room to spare. Two toted large bulky
containers under them, which were also marked by a red cross. The
helicopters split off into groups of five each, one heading for
Breaths-Hold, the others going straight for Chelkran Kesh.

--- (another scene already, wow!!) ---

The battle was practically over. Still, screams and moans from the
wounded resounded from accross the feilds, as the wounded lay helpless
in the morning sky. Prodigy stood overlooking the battle-field,
content with the results, but nontheless, disturbed by the destruction
wrought.

A familiar presence suddenly appeared behind him, and he whipped
around to see Luna.

"Hey!" He said "Whats going o..."

He hardly finished his sentance when Luna cuffed him on the side of
his big metal head.

"What the hell...?"

"Dummy..." She said softly. "Did all of those innocent lives have to
be destroyed? Just because one man wants to destroy you, dosnt give
you the right to eradicate what he posseses. You boys always think
that war is the only way."

"But he..." Prodigy said defensivly

"No matter." She cut him off with a sigh "Next time, try using your
head to work your way out of a bad-tempered situation, not just your
guns. Your a Prince now. Not a warmonger."

She unexpecedly winked then, and turned around to watch five distant
helicopters come into view.

"Im bringing in some medics and doctors to care for the wounded. There
is also a field hospital with them. I gave them strict orders to help
ANYONE in need. I expect you not to shoot them down out of suspicion
and let them do their work?"

"Fine.." Said Prodigy, crossing his arms and trying to not be mad at
Luna.

"Good!" She said, clapping her hands. "Now if you shall excuse me, Sir
Prince, I have some Chelkrans to rescue in Chelkra!" With that she
dissapeared again.

Prodigy turned back around to observe the white helicopters, muttering
to himself.

"What an odd girl..."

-------- (now to chelkra!) --------

Luna appeared amidst her landing helicopters. Her men nodded and
continued about their work, setting up the field hospital at a
strategic location above the flood-waters. Mages set up a gate to
teleport anyone immedietly to the hospital that they found. The five
helicoptors then lifted off and fanned out, moving as a group to the
nearest city. The rescue effort would be a long one, but hopfully,
they could save some lives.

* Phew * :P

Long post. Sorry bout the lecture Prodigy, but i thought it was
nececary. The same goes for all you bloodthirsty people...Violence is
not always the answer!!!

[Gerk Whitman]

hmmm.  no.  wait, no, yes, i have to ;)

The communications laughed to themselves about their recent joke on Prodigy.  Then they noticed the white helicopters moving in.  It was obvious they were friendlies, but still...

On board, the pilots were discussing a suitable landing place, when, suddenly, a song cut in, though, more as background music this time.
(if you need a link, refer to the two previous posts i made concerning this sort of happening.)

Yay, more Rick Rolling!

hmm.  maybe, maybe i could possibly do this to the entire nation...  nah, everybody WOULD kill me, then.
next international war, you can be sure. >:)

[Gerk]

sorry, forgot to mention this, but my army moves back to the Ostshon
Kagan. split up evenly to the three outposts i mention in my orbat.
if you need specific locations, let me know. my planes, however are
all at the southern outpost, as well as the helicopters. i believe
everything else is divided evenly... yeah.