Warfare & Tactics

This is a tale of warfare.

No, this is a tale of cowardice and ineptitude at the top. That is cowardice and ineptitude in both camps. The AFR are not risk takers and most certainly poor decision makers. The ND would prove to be so too.

Since the AFR is not familiar to all (the reality of which is truly staggering) we will begin with a short history:

Les Assassins des Fauteuils Rollents have long been fighting for Quebecois Independence and this battle did not end with Quebec, North America or Earth. Where some revolutionaries might find it restrictive and all together defusing not to have a state to rebel against, the flannel-clad, wheelchair-bound trappers of the northeast have embraced their jaded xenophobic anger and continued their revolution/ethnic purging against every proximity entity with deadly results. This may be the result of pent up anger over the fact all the good poutine diners are built atop hills and usually involves wiping out a small furry indigenous life form like the three eyed river otters of Gekutami III. This time it involved The Northern Directorate.

25 members at its peak, the Northern Directorate were a mish mash of flotsam from the recruitment channel, mainly newbs led by goonscam victim Valen Enuna aka Bishop250R. They were as ripe for the harvesting as the poor river otters and the Wheelchaired assassins descended. Squeak. Squeak.

The first encounter between the AFR and the ND was truly unremarkable. Ship A spots ship B. Ship B warps off to station. Ship A follows and waits. Ship B turns into Pod B and, being empire, goes on its merry way. Sadly, unremarkable is not universally true:




Taunting a wheelchair bound french Canadian with a penchant for skinning hides and a tendency to over react is a recipe for good times and so, as expected, the Stabber was fueled up. This mostly included stockpiling maple syrup and NHL highlight reels.

A few fights ensued. Details are on battleclinic. Needless to say only those smart enough to seek refuge on high ground escaped the wheelchair assassins. After a few days ransom was offered. The AFR would retract the war if the ND would supply a drake-class battlecruiser, a hurricane-class battlecruiser and 2.01m isk to wage a war against the six-tailed ice beavers of Poinen VI.

Tempers were starting to flare:



Ransom would not be paid. After ten days of war and mounting losses the ND decided to seek refuge with a larger entity, the Rieos Alliance led by Lucius Britannia. This proved to be ineffectual and the threat of the AFR loomed over the entire alliance.

Knowing the holiday season was just around the corner and demand for high-end furs would be spiking, the AFR leadership made a new offer for peace to focus attention on woodland and river mammals to raise funds for future revolutions. This ransom was an abaddon-class battleship and 14.01m isk.

Sadly this too was refused and another ND ship was blasted into smithereens.

This should be in C & P.

Too long didn't read...

Nicely done 'osti, nicely done!

(Gods, the older I get, the more I miss Montreal...Calgary is...well...full of Mittanis)

The real threat here is the Canadian Geese. They shall be the undoing of civilisation as we know it. Despair, and know that they hold the end, and it is near.

Vive le Québec libre! Vive la Poutine Libre!

names in chat logs?

This brought me almost as many laughs as the OP. I really liked the part where you pretended to have a girlfriend. Good show, sir. Good show.

I have to ask this question since I am surprised nobody else has...

Since when do French attack?

Yes but they never attack... nor do they win.

I mean in RL the french tank have 1 forward gear and 5 reverse gears. Even the Nuclear Ball contains a white flag with a "We Surrender" on playback with all the World languages.