«12. . .6,7266,7276,7286,7296,7306,7316,732. . .8,2698,270»
OOC: Rhodesia > Zimbabwe
"What a time, what a time it waaas!"
Sub-Zero Temperatures, Outpost Crimson
“Sir, we won! We’ve defended our territory! Through the requested forces basically scared them off. We’ll need to contact them about aiding us in this.” The War Room Operator would suggest to the Commander. The Commander nodding in response.
“Start clean up. Standard protocol. We through treat the bodies of the fallen as allies. We’re not at war with these people remember? Contact the homeworld after you get a body count of our losses. We need to rebuild and recuperate. This may be a setback but we can forgive some nations but not the main attacker in this. As well as we may have a doorway to an opportunity with these people that were so kind to help us.” The Commander would say back staring out the window, watching medical crews bring in Legionary soldiers bring in soldiers on stretchers rushing them to the medical wing of the Outpost.
Legionary soldiers would sigh as most of them would sling their rifles as some stood guard still, a good number of Legionaries starting to clean up the massive mess that had piled up. Engineering crews taking out transport trucks to collect the scrap metal to possibly be used/forged into something else. The Legionaries were not stealthy with their movement now, their underground encampment had been found and attacked so much now that there was no point in hiding it anymore. It started with Legionary Engineers building rather massive wooden spires, standing rather tall in the sky with various levels. Filling the bottom with tinder as dead legionary soldiers were stripped of their uniform and gear placing the kevlar vest and gear on massive resource collection carts. Carts doing rounds collecting the weapons and uniforms of the many Legion soldiers that lay in the white snow leaking crimson. Bright yellow carts coming out from the underground as other troops would start to strip enemy soldiers of their uniforms and take their rifles as well. The carts being lined up to the side on the surface for later researching and such. Legionary soldiers now taking all of completely bare naked bodies and moving them to something more.
The Legionary soldiers dragging the now stripped dead soldiers and stacking them on the large wooden spile with many stories to it. Stacking the bodies in a jenga like pattern as other blown off parts such as arms and legs of Legionaries caught in explosions would be placed with the tinder at the bottom. Another wooden spire being built almost right next to the first placing the fallen Chadian soldiers on it...But something was rather strange. A small board walk way was made to the other spire where two dead soldiers, one Legionary and one Chadician soldier would be laying on the connected boards. The soldiers positioned as if they were stretched out reaching for each other with both of their right hands interlace with one another. Almost a symbol of a fallen brothers holding each other even in death. This would be repeated for every story of the wooden spires as another spire would be quickly built behind the Legionary spire appearing to make the start of a square. Stacking the spire full of what looked to be Aethras soldiers, doing the the same for every story of the spire. Setting a single Legion and Aethras soldier out on the connecting boards with interlaced hands. Finally building the last spire behind the Chadician spire this time filling it with Agnosicstan soldiers doing the same with connecting boards to the Aethras and Chadicia spire with connecting the hands of fallen soldiers. Soon making a connection of all four spries in the middle on each level out of connection boards as one of each faction dead soldier would be interlaced with another faction’s hand. Making a rather almost somber toned circle on each level more tinder and wood be placed under the spires.
A few soldiers gathering around the spires as a leading 2ndLt. Would hold a torch high in the air announcing “No matter in war, common life or diplomatic conflict. These soldiers. All of them. Have fought honorably. Thus we treat the bodies with a honorable riddance. Pacem relinquo vobis” The 2ndLt. Would say as he’d toss the torch into the tinder. Allowing it to catch fire. As the Legion was not religious they believed burning the bodies was the most honorable way to rid of them.
Various groups of Engineers would be hard at work, seeing groups of green uniformed Legionary soldiers would be rebuilding the damaged defenses to the best of their abilities as others would start to take weird containers of the thick HFl acid and corrode away the strange Imperium devices. Proceeding to make sure they were fully dissolved and rid off. Other engineers would be tending to the massive amount of collected uniforms, weapons and such from the enemy collected on the bright yellow carts. After the black carts that were carrying the Legionary gear would done dumping their loads into the Outpost they’d line up in front of the bright yellow carts. Engineers clearing any enemy weapons as well as scanning them over and checking for any tracking or explosives. Doing the same with the foreign factions uniforms making sure no trackers were on them or explosives before setting them onto the black carts, making sure scavenged power armor and such would be power down or drained of any power at all. He’d make sure everything was harmless nor could be tracked as the carts would be wheeled down to the Engineering wing of the Outpost for further studying. Metal from jets and other blown ships would attempt to be scavenged to the best extent as well.
Another rather strange message being sent to the Legionary homeworld known as “Uricry” informing of the rather massive battle held and the end results following with a request of a reinforcement grade D class do to the losses taken. The Outpost being a rather buzz as the engineers would sigh knowing the work ahead of them. Due to the fact that the Outpost had been found there would be more building and expansion to the surface.
A message would to be sent towards the massive air/warship of Germania. Attempted by Radio Frequency, Video Message and such as such the following message being such:
“To the generous military and kind nation of Collectivist germania. Ave from the Legion. As it is apparent without your aid you so generously and kindly gave during this battle I fear that even more soldiers from all factions would still be under fire. It is requested that you let your highest command know the Legion will not forget these actions took to aid us and will be looking to repay this in some sort of way. We offer our line open for Military Support and a helping hand for you and your nation are seen as a honorable Empire and generous people. We wish this path of communication can open to something greater. Vale from the Legion”
DA energy from the Behring Railgun and shields was diverted to the tunnelling teleportation device, allowing the Sturmtruppen to board once again without having to land. A volley fire of broadside Ion Cannons signalled the salute to the Legion before the Brinkdrive then activated and the ship moved en route back to Base 211.
Post self-deleted by Free states of agnosicstan.
Agnosicstan, After Action Report
Total Agnosicstanian causalities number nearly 100 killed or wounded and 170 missing in action. Diplomatic mission to be dispatched to Outpost Crimson to organize retrieval of dead bodies for burial in the Fatherland, as per families choice. Recommend second a Taynaya Politsiya member to ensure the bodies are delivered safely.
OOC: Just noticed this... Debating if I should ban hats or not because they were created by the idealogy that hats represents the inner man and openly oppresses women that don't like hats... And women who do wear hats are made fun of because only men are allowed to wear hats in our rape culture.
Agnosicstan has been officially declared by our great Empress a necrophilic-pedophile rape culture that openly tries to oppress women by gathering male bodies and forcing women under their misogynistic ideology that they should help feed the men's necrophilic nature. Agnosicstan is now a enemy of the state!
OOC: It's obvious Veradax has been an atheistic advocate that can't accept the peaceful religion of Islam. So of course he can't respond.
Agnosicstan assigns three (3) members of the Taynaya Politsiya to keep track of an ensure 'Femilandia' takes no action against the Fatherland, apart from its yelling about oppression'. Oppression is declared a fabrication of Communistic Rebels who seek to undermine the Fatherland.
OOC: Your oppressing minority women groups from Zimbabwe and Rhodesia! I am officially triggered and I'm going to write about this on my blog!
"Hey guys it's me Laci Green," she waved at the Buzzfeed camera, "so there is country called Agnosicstan, and I mean what's that? I bet they're all agnostic," a red laser appeared on her forehead and she panicked waving her hands, "not meaning to discriminate against agnostic girls!" A gun could be seen nearing her in the corner of the camera, "I m-mean... whatever you identify as because not everyone identifies as a girl!" Soon the dot disappeared and the gun moved out of sight followed by Laci sighing in relief, "anyway this country has started collecting bodies, and apparently it has something to do with oppression... maybe?" Yet again the red dot appeared and she cringed down in fright, "uh, uh, they're a rape culture! Don't shoot!" After saying that the footage cut out.
OOC: C-...Can I just steam roll this f*ckin nation when I recover or will people actually care if Laci Green gets shot?
"Hmfh." Twilight knew she had to agree to Scratch's terms. For now at least. "Very well. If this gets me back on the throne and sees Pluton end up as a nice, frightened statue in the Imperial Garden, I guess I can accept your terms, Mr. Scratch. I will legalize your businesses... in certain parts of Manehattan. I don't want to see any of your "degenerate institutions" in downtown or anywhere near my Palace, but I will make sure they have a place in Manehattan and other large Equestrianic cities. As for your spot in my cabinet... I am prepared to offer you membership in my Council of Economic Advisors. I will not make you a Minister, but you will have direct access to me and other top officials of the Imperium. How does this sound?"
*
The assassins's sole edge had been the surprise factor. Outnumbered and outgunned, they went down relatively easily save for the last one, who had managed to retrieve his combat shotgun and blindly loaded half of the clip on the Wall Grunt entering the bathroom before going down himself.
The assassins were dead. They had the appearance of Chadicians and were carrying professionally forged orders to kill Twilight and thus destabilize Equestria further, signed by Lady Commander Natasha Nalklov herself. Since the assassins were from West Equestria, they already had a genetic makeup vaguely similar to Chadicians, and only the most thorough magical scans would reveal subtle traces of transformative alchemical solutions in their bodies.
OOC: Your obviously a misogynist that doesn't respect Laci Green and her knowledge of feminism *shunned*
OOC: Gonna be dead honest. As soon as I recover, my rifle ain't aimming at no one. Not even Chadicia but I have a noose ready for you.
OOC: I'll give you an antimatter head or two...
Femilandia has started a letter writing campaign to get the leader of Outpost Crimson fired from his job, which of course this campaign is led by the might Laughingwitch who so valiantly fights against Thunderf33t and his rebel men scum.
OOC: ...you don't want two antimatter warheads going off in Femilandia?
Fine, we'll just have the Intrepid nuke it from orbit. It's gonna be nice seeing a crater the size of Iceland—wait, let's just fire at 95% power and put a hole the size of Vespergale there instead of the Icelandic 75%.
Patrons of the Germanian-based white supremacist satire forum Aryanet have initiated a series of DDOS attacks against the social media giants Twitter and Bleeter, rendering SJWs from using their accounts. Doxed Femilandia officials have had their street addresses posted on 4Kim.com.ugr/GermPol/ as well as folders of "Clara Zimmer Did Nothing Wrong" memes
OOC: Oh s*it I thought you said you were gonna nuke me Ha! Give that s*it to me man.
OOC: I may have selective hearing but... a hole the size of Vespergale? Am I under threat of nuclear war?! The best thing I have against nuclear weaponry is throwing trench clubs at the nukes...
OOC: Twitcher it is. Bleeter is basically a knock-off of Twitter but it's sheep instead.
«12. . .6,7266,7276,7286,7296,7306,7316,732. . .8,2698,270»
Advertisement
