OOC: Can you speed this up? My troops won't get there for another hour at the least.
OOC: In an hour, for Sale will be dead. You need jets to strike the emperor now. If you want, I can speed it up, but the centre of the city is more densely packed, therefore,more will die, faster.
News of Felagund's attack on his own people reached Ecthelion quite fast. He had but one option left, despite his now superior numbers. Time was of the essence. He ordered all the captured NAF to take off at once. The pilots were informed this was a "Valasse Sul" operation (Divine wind). They would all receive a posthumous badge of honor. Their task was simple. Overwhelm the Escan Aerial blockade by sheer force of Numbers, fly toward felagund's bunker, release every missile in their plane, then fly it into the ground. Wave after wave, till the roof of the bunker bust and the emperor was dead.
"Le nallon sí di'nguruthos! A tiro nin, Fanuilos!" He cried, they cheered and flew off, all ready to die, all ready to fly.
There was no formation, there was no strategy to this air battle. half the force peeled off to take enemy fire, the other half went straight for the bunker. Planes crashed into planes, AA guns were attacked head-on. thousands had taken off, barely a hundred ever made it to the bunker. There, they began to fire. In teams of six, they flew toward the bunker's central chamber (recognisable due to the smoking chimney). First they fired their rockets, then they flew their plane at the concrete. every minute, 12 more dead. But then, what were their deaths to the thousands who were dying in the cities? hah, the value of a life was so low now that the thought never even crossed Ecthelion's mind.
The roof is breahced. The roof is breached.
Ecthelion listened in shock as the words were repeated again and again. Then, the screams of the pilots, trying to get close enough to deploy the napalm bombs inside the bunker, to make sure nothing was left in there , as well as those of the pilot who were crashing into the Escanthean AA guns got to him
This was it, he thought. The emperor is dead, long live the emperor. all that stood in his way was that duke in Escanthea. A great issue, but the chances the military would listen to him over surrendering were minimal.
Cheering finally was heard as a pilot managed to fire his bomb. The bunker was in flames. Every pilot instantly tried to land, no sense in wasting planes after all.
The order then went to all felagundian troops; stand down. ecthelion is now emperor of Nargothond. the generals knew it to be true, so the fighting stopped.
!3 million civilians dead, half a million soldiers, dead. A quarter of the air force decimated. an emperor with a weak claim, A world ready to tear Nargothond apart.
*Half an hour later*
Ecthelion sat down at the chessboard in FOR SALE Imperial Palace, Exactly as Finrod had left it; the chessboard every Emperor for two thousand years had shared stood ready for his play. gingerly, Ecthelion placed his queen and moved forward. all the cards were in his hand and when the chips are down and the lights are out, your ability to mix metaphors is all that counts.