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Damn kids!
Mzeusia and Guiness Freaks
Only one more category to go...
Of course, the nation's substantial military strength, especially in the areas of nuclear and chemical weaponry and warfare, don't hurt matters as much as they help. And there is Lady Zaharra. The mysterious, enigmatic, and often frightening resident of Castle Altenberg usually plays a small, subtle role in normal international relations, though she has a substantial impact on relations with certain countries.
One such is Guiness Freaks. Dear Leader is too drunk most of the time to be affected by the Lady's eerie presence, and there are rumors that the Lady did him a favor in a matter concerning his ex-wife, the result being very friendly relations between Loftegen 2 and Guiness Freaks.
Another is Treadwellia, whose good king Tubbius is both entirely immune to the Lady's presence, and happy to allow her to visit His family and give presents to His children. Rumors that the Lady sometimes spends hours playing with the Royal Brood cannot be confirmed.
Mzeusia, Fluffiness, and Guiness Freaks
2nd Lt. Beka Hamlin, Trenturio Marcus Tullius Höfner, and their people had barely left the helicopters for the roof of the Altenburg Grand when the plan changed.
Admiral I. Klasse Cornelia Rahlberg of the Leonism Imperiale Garde (and head of Emperor Leo's security team on this trip) was waiting for them, along with a senior agent of the Executive Protective Service.
"Wir bringen den Imperator Konsul an einen anderen Ort. Es besteht die Gefahr eines Orbitalschlags," Rahlberg said, addressing Marcus. "Übernehmen Sie die Begleitung."
"A what?!" Beka exclaimed.
"Orbital strike," the EPS agent said. "Rogue Imp's stole a spaceship armed with a powerful laser. It's no Death Star, but apparently it can hit surface targets from space and packs a punch like a five hundred pound bomb. The hotel is too vulnerable."
"What about civilians?" Beka asked.
"You and your people are going to help us evacuate them. We're emptying the building," the agent said.
"How much time do we have?" Beka demanded.
"Not enough," the agent answered.
"Then we'd better get started," Beka said grimly. "Take care of yourself, Marcus," she said to her companion. "And your Emperor, too, while you're at it," she added with a grin.
Marcus chuckled. The Imperator Konsul was already on the roof, heading to one of the Loftie helicopters. "I'll see what I can do," he promised. "Bis später, Beka. Lass das Hotel nicht auf dich fallen."
Your imaginary friend, Fluffiness, Hycronesia, and Leonism
Errrggg, I'm messing around with a song in Audacity (a sound editing program) and asked it to change something's speed by -99...
After staring at "Not Responding" for 5 minutes I finally force killed it and restarted. >.> Really annoying because I had done some cool stuff, but I guess I'll know to be more reasonable with my requests in the future. Lol.
Mzeusia, Fluffiness, Hycronesia, Guiness Freaks, and 1 otherLoftegen 2
Yeah, that doesn't sound nice. I was going to post an RP post and then did some stuff that meant I could get it back. Hope you can remember some of it.
Your imaginary friend, Hycronesia, and Loftegen 2
nein
Mzeusia and Guiness Freaks
Hey, I sowed those grass seeds myself, so be careful.
Guiness Freaks and Loftegen 2
thanks
Your imaginary friend, Guiness Freaks, and Loftegen 2
Imperial Foreign Ministry, Leestcheck, capital of the Imperium
Foreign Minister Vizekonsul Malte Lechner was sitting at the large meeting table in his office, together with his vice-foreign minister, Prokonsul II. Klasse Jennifer Adler. It was rare that the two of them had time to discuss policy together in person, but now was one of those times.
The ambassador from Fluffiness had sent Adler a proposal for a treaty on cooperation. Intelligence sharing regarding NLO activities was something both parties could agree on. The Fluffinessian side did not agree to prisoner exchanges though. "We will have to drop this matter", Lechner said. "It is purely hypothetical at this point anyway. Maybe Leo should consider ruling out prisoner exchanges with Loftegen 2 though, The Dark Witch in Altenburg seems to scare other nations in this regard." Adler nodded.
Lechner continued:
"We stand to gain something for our economy when it comes to the Book Publishing industry and Tourism through this treaty. I don't know how many tourists from Fluffiness will want to visit our country, but every single one is more than before. The backwater parts of South Frisia could use them especially, as they are falling behind Blaumeisehaven economically. But they have nice beaches. Does Fluffiness have nice beaches? I don't know. We simply need more intelligence about that country. Tell our newly appointed ambassador, Untergeneral Silke Kahrs, to travel the country. And send her more staff, the diplomatic service has plenty of bored new recruits. Remind them to leave their guns here, the people of Fluffiness don't allow open carry of guns. We will request that they allow us to station a company of Imperial Guard at the embassy compound, however."
"Ja, Vizekonsul. I will inform Diana Taeto that we agree with their draft text by and large. Ultimately the Reichstag will have to ratify the agreement", Adler noted. "I also don't think they will disagree with armed guards when those will remain strictly on the embassy grounds themselves."
"Alright then. Now let's focus on the NLO rebellion by Vizekonsul Schulte. We need to assure our foreign partners that we're not in a civil war, that the NLO has not taken over our armed forces and that we're very much in control. The Raumwaffe is loyal to the Imperium, only a handful of soldiers have chosen their loyalty to Schulte over their loyalty to the Imperium as a whole..."
Your imaginary friend, Hycronesia, and Loftegen 2
What about ceramic tableware?
Your imaginary friend and Guiness Freaks
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OOC remark: Of course it is unfair to be up against a medical doctor when making this kind of statement, but the dose equivalent of a hundred chest x-rays is about the dose you recieve in a single CT scan, and won't make you feel ill at all. What may happen is that you develop a tumor of some kind ten, maybe twenty or thirty years later that you wouldn't have developed otherwise :)
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The Morgenröte rocked again. "This one hit closer to home", the first officer noted. "We better not let them get any closer". Vizekonsul Schulte agreed with that assessment. "Destroy the entire silo. We will have more time for our primary targets later", he ordered. "Herr Vizekonsul, we should watch our heat buildup though, we might have to keep waiting inbetween shots to-". Schulte cut him off "Just do it!".
Over the next three minutes, the corvette reduced the missile silos of WRADC to craters with a salvo of orbital laser fire. Most of the silos were empty now anyways, and for those that weren't the failsafe mechanisms prevented accidental nuclear explosions on the ground. Meanwhile, the onboard instruments showed heat building up in the corvettes laser system to sub-critical levels...
Johann Rettig rejoiced as the "Incoming Missile" warning on his panel ended. He had evaded the shoulder launched anti air missile. Time to give the ground troops more hassle. He swung his R44 "Würger" around for another strafing run. Two LBR55's air-to-ground missiles made their way from his craft to the ground within seconds. One Eciton armoured car got hit and turned on its side by the explosion, the other LBR55 detonated past its designated target, showering it in shrapnel without doing much lasting damage. "Take that you bastards", Johann muttered to himself as he held down the firing button for the UR50 unguided rockets. One of his rockets hit the hangar itself, which he was supposed to protect, but he couldn't see if any people inside got hit as he zoomed by the area. Speed was his best protection against return fire. What he did notice though was gas grenades being discharged into the hangar from one side, while a group of Raumwaffe troops blasted their way out of the hangar to the opposite site. They were obviously trying to make a run for it. Johann decided to focus on their protection.
Tribun Lara Pfeilke was in her element now. The duel with the Loftegan interceptors was a free-wheeling dogfight of the classical kind, something she had long trained for. Lara was no Tanja Fassberg, but she had quite a reputation for being an excellent pilot. She would have made a great career in the Imperium. Would have, if Vizekonsul Schulte hadn't personally converted her to join the New Light Order.
Now all that counted was downing the forces of darkness. Just as she thought she would never get another shot in, one of the interceptors made a mistake and decided to change his turn direction right now. Lara wasted no second and poured her two 5 MW "Illuminator" class lasers into it from close range. First, it looked as if nothing happened, then one of the fuel tanks in the enemy's wings started being on fire. The fighter broke off for an emergency landing or ejection. Lara didn't care for which, because at the same time another fighter had got a lock on her in return.
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Captain Lee Gwin took a deep breath. "I have you now", he muttered, pressing the fire button to unleash an air to air missile towards the engine section of the enemy R44 fighter. The ion engines of the strange craft did not emit as much heat as a jet engine, but the heat-seaking missile found its target nevertheless. Just as it was about to make contact, the enemy craft "jumped" forward at an amazing pace, outrunning the fireball.
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Lara Pfeilke blacked out. As a last resort maneuver, she had simply slammed the throttle full forward. The enormous power of the R44 made it lunge forward at such acceleration that she lost conciousness due to the g-forces. The Emergency Flight Control System (Notfallflugkontrollsystem, NFKS) detected her loss of conciousness and automatically stabilized her flight path in a "straight and level" kind of way. Lara was out of the combat zone for now.
The 114. Raumwaffesicherungskorps, Vizekonsul Schulte's loyal detachment to Loftegen, was equipped with gas masks. While they hated wearing them, now was the time for this unloved piece of equipment to shine. As the paprika smell of the gas grenades began to fill the hangar along with the reddish vapor, most of the 114. put on their gas masks. The Luftwaffe personell inside the hangar were not so lucky. They weren't equipped for combat at all, they were engineers and logistics staff sent to repair the Konsul's F148 VIP airplane and support the Imperial mission to Loftegen. They were also loyal to their Imperator. And they had no clue what was going on. When Tribun Böttcher from the 114. asked their leader, Legat I. Klasse Conrad Kunkel, to come along, many followed him, not knowing that Böttchers order ultimately were to assassinate Lady Zaharra and Imperator Konsul Leo along with her.
The crew inside Hangar 415 got a respite from the gas attack when suddenly an air to ground rocket destroyed parts of the roof of the hangar, creating a "vent" for the gas to get out and fresh air to get in. Still, quite a few of the men and women stumbled outside towards the 1st Security Police Squadron, their arms held up high, noses and eyes itching and running uncontrollably. For them, this fight was over.
Böttcher's men meanwhile detonated a demolition charge at the opposite hangar wall and used the resulting hole to get out of the Hangar. Outside they were facing elements of the 1st SPS, who themselves had just survived an aerial attack by a R44 fighter. A short but intense firefight resulted in which the nearly 200 men of the 114. Raumwaffensicherungskorps ultimately emerged victorious, destryoing two more Ecitron tanks with their Panzerfaust anti-tank rockets and forced the remaining ones into retreat. The 114. had used an LL9 point-defense laser to shoot down any incoming grenades and smoke grenades to obscure their movement, resulting in only light casualties for themselves. Now they were pushing towards the airport buildings proper on foot.
Fluffiness, Hycronesia, and Loftegen 2
I’m a porcelain person myself
Guiness Freaks and Loftegen 2
yep I've been kicked to the curb
Well then, I will have to pick you up and make you better
In our defense we thought you were leaving for an extended period. :P
ooo. sry bout' that. I'm not leavin' for a while so I'm tryna get as much nationstates time as possible.
Your imaginary friend and Guiness Freaks
Beer leader and the twins are playing the Oregon Trail card game. They all died of dysentary.
Hycronesia and Loftegen 2
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