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Sicilianzo wrote:(How about you March west to take the uranium mine?)

(...
Forgot about that, good Idea thanks)
The Uranium Mine
After one of the Convoys Passed through said Village, they marched Westwards towards the Uranium Mine the Staff Sargent Mentioned. Escorting the Ground Convoy are half a Dozen Voodoo Attack Helicopters, as well as a Squadron of Python Fighters, Designated Viper Squadron.

Damn. Liberal Tears Mug broke. That was the last remnant of right-wing EK.

Of Centralist Brexit wrote:(...
Forgot about that, good Idea thanks)
The Uranium Mine
After one of the Convoys Passed through said Village, they marched Westwards towards the Uranium Mine the Staff Sargent Mentioned. Escorting the Ground Convoy are half a Dozen Voodoo Attack Helicopters, as well as a Squadron of Python Fighters, Designated Viper Squadron.

*an informant in village 2 would leak the movements to the uranium mine garrison, as they quickly get into defensive positions*

Levantin wrote:There aren’t many I don’t think

hm
interesting
theres like 3 by me lol

Levantin wrote:Mhm since OU is gone are you going to do any funky sh*t there?

Probably. But I need to wait until the end of the month at least.

Already did some natural expansion for this three month period.

Sicilianzo wrote:*an informant in village 2 would leak the movements to the uranium mine garrison, as they quickly get into defensive positions*

Due to Far less infomation known about the defensives of the Mine, Viper Squadron is sent ahead to Prod their Defences, Being Armed With Cluster bombs and CKEM's

Peatiktist wrote:Probably. But I need to wait until the end of the month at least.

Already did some natural expansion for this three month period.

Ah cool

Hopefully Kampfy won’t get pissed

Ohmygodletmepickaname wrote:hm
interesting
theres like 3 by me lol

I know of one Taco Bell in my area and that’s it

The fishy fishy

glub glub

Levantin and Sicilianzo

Of Centralist Brexit wrote:Due to Far less infomation known about the defensives of the Mine, Viper Squadron is sent ahead to Prod their Defences, Being Armed With Cluster bombs and CKEM's

*as a motorcycle patrol and radar also spots them, the defenders are made aware of the exact shape and amount of enemy helicopters, and as soon as they enter range several AA guns and SAMs open fire on the helicopters

The fishy fishy wrote:glub glub

*feeds the fishes*

Brethren wrote:
It's the moonlight that woke Mother Charity, cutting through the window and into her eyes. She noticed Prophet first, the sweet bundle of bones curled up not an inch from her nose. Bedtime meant a little stress for the baby, what with everyone who saw for him closing their own eyes, but at this time of night he was so peaceful. Shining, too, in the silver light. Almost a pretty fragment of the moon. Beside and under Prophet, gleams of wine red, sharp steel blue and gentle grey announced his siblings Chalice, Kris and Shield. Mother Charity's heart tightened for a moment as she tried to find the parents - everything was safe in this place but the fear of loss was always strong - then she sighed in happiness as she registered Oatmeal and Dandelion's twin weights draped across her side. Ephemera and Firebrand, bless them, were curled up in a little knot at the foot of the bed; Dav and Echo's breathing rang gently through the air from just beside that mattress on the floor.

Charity swallowed a little sob then. She'd seen marvels in the Wershian orphans as they learned to trust her love, she'd seen life steal into their eyes as they dared to believe they were safe . . . and here she was in tears on the floor of her cell, weighted down with warmth, head swimming with the dragons' dreams of safety and sweetness and love. The same marvel. The same hesitant belief: this time nothing will be ripped away . . .

She tried to give the hatchling back. She did. When Echo didn't want "that" close to her other children, Mother Charity tried Ephemera (matrons traditionally mothered the rejected children of their own); she didn't want a Fury's viciousness associated with her family. Once that decree was given, it was really a lost cause, but Charity tried every other member of the family as well -- worth a shot, worth a try, with the baby reaching desperately for the minds she knew ought to be loving her and too young to understand why they didn't. Charity herself barely understood it, going on eighty, and what glimmers of understanding she found only filled her with a cold and terrifying rage.

No one wanted the child. What interest they showed in her was cold and proprietary: they wanted to strip away the name she was already responding to, and call her 'Lightning' instead because snowbanks were an unsuitably soft and quiet name-association for a Fury to hold. As if she wasn't soft herself, quiet herself. As if she wasn't snowy-white.

You can't disobey me, Ephemera had snarled at last. I head this family and I say the Fury is not ours.

"I head this city," Charity had replied -- shaking inside, sick with the realization that she was using her rank against family -- "and I say as Warden that she is mine."

They left for Thriwich not long after that, with no parting words but a dark you'll see hurled at Charity's back. "You'll see," like she hadn't seen the ugly truth already. Like that seeing hadn't built a wall between them which could not, she suspected, ever be torn down.

Brethren wrote:
She tried to give the hatchling back. She did. When Echo didn't want "that" close to her other children, Mother Charity tried Ephemera (matrons traditionally mothered the rejected children of their own); she didn't want a Fury's viciousness associated with her family. Once that decree was given, it was really a lost cause, but Charity tried every other member of the family as well -- worth a shot, worth a try, with the baby reaching desperately for the minds she knew ought to be loving her and young to understand why they didn't. Charity herself barely understood it, going on eighty, and what glimmers of understanding she found only filled her with a cold and terrifying rage.

No one wanted the child. What interest they showed in her was cold and proprietary: they wanted to strip away the name she was already responding to, and call her 'Lightning' instead because snowbanks were an unsuitably soft and quiet name-association for a Fury to hold. As if she wasn't soft herself, quiet herself. As if she wasn't snowy-white.

You can't disobey me, Ephemera had snarled at last. I head this family and I say the Fury is not ours.

"I head this city," Charity had replied -- shaking inside, sick with the realization that she was using her rank against family -- "and I say as Warden that she is mine."

They left for Thriwich not long after that, with no parting words but a dark you'll see hurled at Charity's back. "You'll see," like she hadn't seen the ugly truth already. Like that seeing hadn't built a wall between them which could not, she suspected, ever be torn down.

Have you considered becoming an author?

Sicilianzo wrote:*as a motorcycle patrol and radar also spots them, the defenders are made aware of the exact shape and amount of enemy helicopters, and as soon as they enter range several AA guns and SAMs open fire on the helicopters

(Viper Squadron is the Jet Fighters...)

Of Centralist Brexit wrote:(Viper Squadron is the Jet Fighters...)

(Oh I’m dumb, well anyhow they open up fire with AA guns and SAMs on the jets)

Sicilianzo wrote:Have you considered becoming an author?

That was my dream when I was little, and honestly it could still happen in the distant future, but right now I can't quite handle projects that my brain classes as SeriousTM. This is a game; I can write here. Books are Big Serious Business That You Have To Be Good At, and I don't know how long it'll take me to get past that barrier.

Brethren wrote:That was my dream when I was little, and honestly it could still happen in the distant future, but right now I can't quite handle projects that my brain classes as SeriousTM. This is a game; I can write here. Books are Big Serious Business That You Have To Be Good At, and I don't know how long it'll take me to get past that barrier.

Who says your first book has to be Harry Potter good? And you could copy paste this storyline into a book and i would still read it

Brethren wrote:That was my dream when I was little, and honestly it could still happen in the distant future, but right now I can't quite handle projects that my brain classes as SeriousTM. This is a game; I can write here. Books are Big Serious Business That You Have To Be Good At, and I don't know how long it'll take me to get past that barrier.

Well if you keep writing (and reading) your skills will get better.

If you focus on it- you could very well get past the barrier.

Levantin wrote:Ah cool

Hopefully Kampfy won’t get pissedI know of one Taco Bell in my area and that’s it

ubereats

Sicilianzo wrote:Who says your first book has to be Harry Potter good? And you could copy paste this storyline into a book and i would still read it

Logically, I know it doesn't. But I'm gonna quote a line from a song at ya: "just because you know you're colourblind doesn't mean you can see the colours." It still takes a hell of lot to push through my issues even though I know they're made of lies.

Zukchiva, Restoration of Eastern Kaiserreich, Sicilianzo, and Notre-dame des lys

Restoration of Eastern Kaiserreich wrote:Here the definition of Valism is:

Valism is a cosmic energy force embodied by the being Izeval. Regenerative and transferable; the essence of Valism can be given to other individuals by either Izeval or his servants. The Valist essence will attach to their souls and become an energy force they can use and manipulate. When this happens, they will officially be a servant of Izeval and an embodiment of Valism, becoming “Valists”. How deep their connection to Valism goes, and the extent to which they can use and manipulate it, depends on numerous circumstances and factors; though, all Valists and their connections with this cosmic energy naturally end up falling short of Izeval’s connection with it.

Brethren
Aivintis

Splendid. I will be looking forward to its further use.

Danelaw Scandinavia wrote:TAMDEZ

6 Ships emerge out of the wormhole. Electricity still running along their armor. "We must be quickor else our Lord will have our heads. Now engage the thrusters we cannot allow us to be caught away from Discordia Fortress." Admiral Gonzo says before sounding the call to the other ships.

The thrusters ignited, a blue flame bursting from them as the warships of metal approach a Dwarf Planet, Eris, named after the Goddess of Discord.

Darth Elmo stares from his chambers as his fleet made its approach on Eris. He smiles as he picked up a servant's skull and entering Admiral Gonzo's Bridge. "T is for To be or not to be. Now that is a question. To try and take out my rival. It is truly F for Futile. Now let's take a stroll around Eris shall we, Gonzo?" Darth Elmo asks. "Yes sir." Gonzo says as Elmo mocks him by making the skull move Gonzo spoke. Gonzo took a deep gulp as Eris was in view.

Eris sat there, surrounded by dozens of small ships all patrolling around Eris slowly. Darth Elmo began cackling as he felt the stares of the pilots of the smaller ships seeing Elmo's Main Fleet Arrive to join them. "AVE IMPERIA!" Elmo cackled as he pulled out his lightsaber.

Ah yes.

Brethren wrote:Logically, I know it doesn't. But I'm gonna quote a line from a song at ya: "just because you know you're colourblind doesn't mean you can see the colours." It still takes a hell of lot to push through my issues even though I know they're made of lies.

Welp if you ever decide to write a book, please tell me so I can buy it

Notre-dame des lys

Brethren wrote:Logically, I know it doesn't. But I'm gonna quote a line from a song at ya: "just because you know you're colourblind doesn't mean you can see the colours." It still takes a hell of lot to push through my issues even though I know they're made of lies.

That song has been stuck in my head for months now.
Anyways, good evening!

Brethren and Sicilianzo

Policeman man

Aivintis wrote:Splendid. I will be looking forward to its further use.
Ah yes.

I've never felt such an strong urge to pull the crow with a knife from inside of the wolf that ate it.

Sicilianzo wrote:(Oh I’m dumb, well anyhow they open up fire with AA guns and SAMs on the jets)

The Pythons Break Formation, Launching their Flares and Chaffs to prevent the Missiles from hitting them, Some Would Drop their Cluster Bombs into the Mine to ward them off

 Viper 1: "This Is Viper 1, The Mine Is Lit Full of AA Weaponry, Breaking Formation, Engaging." 
Was the Response A Victorium Command Vehicle Received.
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