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"You honestly think that all we've developed is kevlar? Good Lord you are a foolish one! And Admiral Wolfe and his Intelligence Service have already found out about that nugget! So if that's all you're here for, get the hell out..." said Septim with the temper his enemies had feared for many years.

[[OOC: I have no freakin' clue why it beeped out my population...

Kerait was 250,000,000. Olkun'ut was 270,000,000. Serillia (Third Nation) was 100,000,000. ]]

[[OOC: If you'd like, and since Manwe is taking like...a million years, lets just assume he was thrown into prison for trying to kill a Captain of the Keraitian Army...you'll probably get a chance to free yourself later...]]

Yerchico was sitting at his desk when his phone rang, he picked it up.
"Hello?" asked Yerchico.
"Yerchico, this is a mutual friend. General Septim is planning a coup. He wants your spot," said a disguised voice before the phone went dead.
Yerchico sat back for a minute.
Septim is a good General, but if the man is right, I have no choice. If the man is wrong...oh well. The army is loyal to him, I must use other means.

***

Septim got up from his desk and walked through the halls to his quarters, he greeted his bodyguard with a nod before walking in. He placed several plans in his safe and proceded to lay down. After a while, he heard a noise, a noise similar to the one he heard five years before. Septim grabbed his gun and silently rolled out of bed. Looking around, he saw nothing. Suddenly, two assassins came from opposite directions with silenced automatic pistols. Septim shot one in the head before jumping behind his bed. As the assassin walked around the bed to shoot, Septim's bodyguard ran into the room and proceded to smash the assassin over the head with his KS-9 pistol.
"Took ya long enough," said Septim.
"Sorry sir," said the bodyguard.

***A few hours later***

Henry Azaria, a freelance assassin, looked up at the face of his captors. One was the man he was paid to kill, the others were soldiers.
"Who sent you?" asked Septim.
Henry remained silent, suddenly, an electric shock went through Henry's body.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" yelled Henry.
"If you tell me who sent you, I would be quite happy...I might even let you live," said Septim.
"F-AHHHHHH!" yelled Henry.
The shocking stopped and Henry breathed heavily for a few seconds.
"Okay...okay...it was...Yerchico," said Henry.
"Why would you expect me to believe that?" said Septim.
"If you untie me, I could show you," said Henry.
"Fine, boys, keep your guns on him," said Septim before a soldier untied him.
"Now, let me have those five pieces of paper you took from me," said Henry.
Septim nodded and a soldier brought Henry his paper. The assassin knelt and put them on top of one another. The letters from the transparent paper together formed a note.

Henry,
I am in need of your services once again. General James Septim is a threat to me and the people of Kerait. He must be eliminated.
-Y

"The "Y" is for Yerchico," said Henry, "I can prove it with other notes like this, I keep them so that I can blackmail my clients later..."
Septim was not listening, he recognized the handwriting, it was Yerchico...

***

Of the seven million men under Septim's command, only two million were at home, but that was enough for a coup. The Dragons were on a mission in Olkun'ut, he could not use them, so he used the army instead. The revolution had started.

***

In the capital of Kerait City, Yerchico sat. He was enraged. He looked out the window to see tanks rolling through his city, blasting the few loyalists that he had.
It is my country, MY country! And he thinks he can take it from me?
Suddenly, outside his door, he heard a gunshot, followed by a series of gunshots. Then his locked door was blown open with a breaching charge. Septim walked into the room, behind him were eight men.
"Yerchico, you shouldn't have tried to kill me!" yelled Septim.
"You were planning this even before I tried to kill you!" screamed Yerchico.
"I never did that, I was loyal to the end, but you...you and your paranoia, turned me against you," said Septim before shooting Yerchico in the head. Septim then walked forward and sat at Yerchico's desk.
"Get me Brigadier General Dark," said Septim to his men.

("Colonel Dark,
I am pleased to announce your promotion to the rank of Brigadier General for the plan you suggested five years ago. You will also take permanent command of the Fifth Army, I know you commanded it five years ago, and now you will command it permanently.
Signed,
Yerchico"
Because of a few improvements, I will not be granted command of the Fifth Army. This is just a promotion. The forces under my command remain the two regiments that form my initial brigade. However, I will be detached as an independent officer of the Fifth Army.)

Septim was sitting in the office that had once belonged to Yerchico. Yerchico's body had been dragged out a few minutes before, but the blood was still in a puddle on the tile floor. The door opened and Delran entered the room.
"Welcome, friend," said Septim with a grim smile, "Yerchico made his last mistake when he tried to kill me, but I suppose it was for the greater good. Now Kerait has a leader who knows war. I am promoting you to the rank of Major General. You will command the third division of the fifth army, twenty thousand men. Before we can begin our invasion of Olkun'ut I must try to win over the people of Kerait. I know there are many who will be glad when they learn that I have taken power, but there will be many who are unhappy. Most of the army is in my control, I am going to contact the navy as soon as possible. Grand Admiral Xarxes is a good friend of mine, and we both didn't agree with how Yerchico worked. But, now I must ask you, what is your opinion?"

"Thank you, now go out and get to know your men and staff at Fort Jarvon, time for me to say hello to Kerait..." said Septim before getting up. He walked out of his new office with Delran and was driven to the KNC Building. He sat behind the desk the anchors usually sat behind and the world saw his face. Nearly everybody knew him as the Supreme Commander of the Keraitian Army, and most of the population liked him for keeping Kerait safe.

Dak and his squad were in the air, about to be inserted near their objective.  The co-pilot turned around and yelled to the squad.
"Message from HQ before we go silent.  Yerchico has been removed from power and General Septim is now in charge."
Dak looked at his men and grinned a little.
"Well at least a man who understands us is now in charge."
All of his men nodded their approval before the co-pilot shouteed again.
"Thirty seconds till the drop!"
Dak nodded and stood up.
"Stand up and check equipment!"
His men all stood and lined up at the door.  They checked the man's equipment in front of them and shouted the ok.
"Eight ok! Seven ok! Six ok! Five ok! Four ok! Three ok! Two ok! One ok!"
Dak turned to the co-pilot.
"We are ready!"
The co-pilot turned on the green light.
"We are over the drop zone! Givem hell captain!"
Dak pulled the handle on the door and kicked it out.  He then stood to the side and his men began filing out of the plane and opening their parachutes as they fell.  Dak waited until his last man was out and then jumped out himself.

He fell weightlessly through the air for several seconds before his chute opened up.  He floated for several minutes before hitting the ground and rolling.  He removed his parachute from him and buried it in the ground quickly.  He then regrouped with his team.
"Everyone here?"
Everyone checked in and was accounted for.
"Ok, we are about a mile away from the city of Garana, which is next to Fort Berring.  Our targets are inside so we are going to move to Garana and then attack tomorrow night."

The squad silently moved to the outskirts of Garana and then took up defensive positions as the sun began to slowly rise.  They would wait until the night to make their move.

[[OOC: Sorry Charley, was typing this when you posted. Just pretend what you're doing happened before this. :-). Oh, and Arvious, this is a different world, Colt doesn't exist. Lets pretend you got a KS-7 handgun. It's the same as a 1911. :-)]]

Over the next week, Septim began planning the invasion of Olkun'ut. The operation grew to be called Operation: Deathblow. There would be over 1000 landing crafts, all landing on the coast of Olkun'ut. It was less fortified than their wall in the Warzone, and it would be easier to breach. Before they would invade, the Dragons were to destroy the AA guns to allow paratroopers to be dropped over enemy lines. After that, Olkun'ut's destruction would be simple.

[[OOC:

Red arrows = landing boats
Red splotches = paratroopers

sound familiar? ;-)]]

***

Ava Huga'rut, an Olkun'ut soldier, was standing in a bunker near the coast, yet a hundred miles away from the great barrier wall.
My kids will grow up in a peaceful world, unlike their father, who was born to war, thought Ava.
Suddenly, forty feet from the beach, he saw countless landing boats, colored to look like the ocean.
"Oh cr@p! Raise the alarm!" yelled Ava before manning the mounted machine gun.

***

The day was bloody, thousands died, but in the end, the day was won. Tens of thousands of Keraitian troops poured into Olkun'ut. All were heroes, but the third division of the fifth army were the most effective. They're group of boats landed far downstream, but due to the leadership of Major General Dark, they succeeded in their mission of securing all land west of the great barrier.

***

The new Chairman of Kerait, James Septim, was watching the coast between Kerait and Olkun'ut when a radioman ran up to him.
"Sir! It worked! We've secured the great barrier!" said the radioman.
"Thank you," said Septim, "But the war is far from over..."

It had taken three days for Ryo to drive there, but he had finally arrived at the capital of Olkun'ut. His van was dirty and worn, and he himself was sleep-deprived. Sighing, he looked around, his pistol in his hand.

Delran was on the battlefield, his division successfully conquering an Olkun'ut military fortification. Although outnumbered 4 to 1, the third division, using their new equipment to the full of their abilities won the day. A helicopter descended from the skies and a man came down from it.
"Sir, you have a letter!"
"Give it to me."
It wrote:
"Delran,
Due to your actions on Reletomo Beach, you are hereby promoted to the rank of General, bypassing the rank of Lieutenant General, you are to be given command of the Fifth Army. You are to go north and take the cities of Cidel, Vrastov, and Keleden. Good luck.
Signed,
Chairman James Septim
Chairman of Kerait"
Delran called for Sharpe.
"Colonel, order the troops to leave a regiment here to guards the fortifications and the prissoners. Send this message to the entire Fifth Army: By the order of Chairman Septim, I am taking command of the Fifth Army, with the rank of General. Our new orders are to head north and take every city in our path, crushing the resistance."
"Congradulations Sir!"
"Thanks, Colonel! Now go!"
The Fift Army deployed with a thin line of light and fast armoured cars in front folowed by the rest of the troops, arranged in formations along the scouting party. If anyone were to attack them, it would find himsefl surrounded. Light helicopters were also used as scouts, mainly on the flanks, baked up by heavy attack helicopters.

Ryo laughed slightly as the man tensed. This was probably the first time he'd faced death. Ryo knew what it was like, so he'd make sure to end it quickly. Just a little pain and then it's over...

Ryo's sweaty finger tightened and then squeezed the trigger. A quiet clap broke the silence, and the Olkun'ut man quivered.

You cowardly fool. I didn't even shoot you...

Dropping his gun, Ryo executed a perfect sideways kick before flipping to the side. As the man fell, Ryo hurled himself at him, spinning. Two kicks landed, the first on the back of the man's neck, the second under his chin. Flying backwards, he hit a wall.

Time to finish this, eh? I'm tired of this war...in case you wanted to know, i will probably kill your father within the next few hours. And you can't do anything about it.

Pulling a second pistol from his jacket, Ryo aimed the sights on the mand's head and ended his life. The report was followed by a spurt of blood, and the red liquid dripped down the man's face. Kicking the body, Ryo turned and loped down the street.