The Years After (IC)

[Gyrenaica]

kostomuksha, Karelia
6 days since being annexed into the kingdom
80 NMS reinforcement troops arrive to help keep order and move out into Karelia. At the HQ in Kostomuksha, Commander Annika Heleena was planning out his next move into Karelia.
"We ought to move south, and seal off the rest of Karelia to ensure that no other nation, which I'm sure there are some, tries to grab Karelia from our hands. It would be failure and mean the end of our careers. King Markus wants another city by tomorrow."
"We ought to grab the closest one, easy as pie."
"There are plenty of towns nearby, but most of them are inhabited by very few people who are only trying to survive in peace."
"Then let's call for backup and begin to just claim the less inhabited cities as our own, and the larger ones we'll fight for if need be."
"The Kings birthday is in a week, and I'd like to surprise him by taking him all of Karelia by then. You think this is possible."
"We have the manpower, plus their are lots of willing men and women who wish to join our military."
"But they have little to no battle experience. They wouldn't be much help in an offensive."
"Then have them stay and defend Kotsomuksha."
The commander took a pause. "I guess that could work. I want to be out of this town and on the road headed for Melomorsk on the eastern coast."

[New Decius]

Outside the Original Reichstag
Berlin
The Brandenburg Empire

The air felt warm, warm from the fires that had raged across the great city when the bombs fell, even when said fires had been put out decades ago. A mist had descended upon the streets, floating eerily through the once vibrant and car filled roads, now silent and dead. Littering the streets was debris from long ago, cars flipped on their sides or backs in the streets or their charred husks laying upon the roads never to move again. Charred and disfigured corpses had long since been removed from view and given a proper burial. Rabid Dogs raced after rats through the alleys.
All this Grand Field Marshal Heissing observed through the lens of his Gas Mask as he stood on the steps of the original Reichstag, trying to remember when Berlin had been more than just a lifeless graveyard, but those days were long gone. He would ensure they came about again. They would rebuild the city, they would rebuild the region, and they would rebuild the Fatherland. It would come about if it was the last thing he did in this world.
However, first they needed to reclaim land taken from Germany by the damn Poles. And now that was to be done. Heissing heard a roar and looked up as he saw dozens of Me-262 and Ho-229 Jet Fighters soaring over the city in orderly formation, in waves with one wave after the next. And above them soared tens of Ar-234 and Ju-287 Jet Bombers following the same course as the Fighters only at a higher altitude. Then another roar came only from much closer, Heissing looked up the street and saw two groups emerging from two sides of a main avenue. Each group was made up of two lines, one of Infantry and one of Tanks. They met up in the street and then they curved and joined, moving up the avenue together. The Infantry were quite a sight. These Soldiers wore M43 Waffen-SS Jackets and Pants with pristine black military boots and gloves. However no one could see their faces as they were covered by Gas Masks and the rest of the head was covered by a Waffen-SS Soldiers Helmet. As to the Mask, there was a filter where the mouth and nose were, and two lenses for the eyes with one way glass on them. Each of them carried an STG-44 Assault Rifle and had a Luger P08 holstered and an ammunition belt with several grenades. As to the Tanks they were all Panzer IX-Class Tanks, a design which was used in the last days of WWII but was not put into mass production before the war ended. So when building up the army, The Brandenburg Reich built more of these Tanks.
Heissing watched as they marched towards the edge of the city and then they would go on to the border. 'Today the Invasion of Western Poland begins.'

[Northern Arcadian Empire]

Rask Outpost-

"So......why are you here?" Asked the sergeant standing up out from behind the barricade and adjusting his helmet

Rask Outpost
The sergeant gestured to the taiga around him. "To make contact with anyone who might be up here. Thankfully we found you. Also, may I inquire as to whether or not this checkpoint marks the border with old Yukon province?"

"Well, yes it is...........it's also a trade post" said the sergeant moving toward the gate controls and opening up the gate "Want to come inside the post? Or do you need to contact your superiors?"

[Gyrenaica]

Melomorsk, Karelia
Little to no resistance was made when the NMS troops arrive and hoisted the flag up in the name of King Markus. With this, northern Karelia was successfully contained and annexed into the kingdom of the north.

Ivalo
"King Markus, reports from Karelia have just got back."
"And?"
"Northern Karelia has successfully been annexed."
"That is wonderful news. I want to keep it part of the nation, so get some more troops there brining food, water, whatever essential to provide for the common people there."
"What about the rag tag bastards whom believe they rule the world."
"Bring extra ammo. Fight them if you have to. Kill anyone who resists, and kill their leader no matter what."

[Cainesland]

Later that evening the representatives of the monarchy returned to the monarch with copies of the proposals sent to the chancellor.

- House of Ritz
- Proposal in regards to the recent attack
- Chief representative: Chief Friedrich

In regards to the recent attack against us by our neighbour, we (the house of ritz) propose that authority be given to the military and immediate action by undertaken to make an effective retaliation strike against the tribe who attacked us. That appropriate measures be authorized to repossess the goods and people stolen from the people and ourselves while the army counter-attacks. That certain reconciliation payments be forced on them in accordance with the rules of warfare upon Winning, and that they be forced into slavery or indentured servitude in the meantime in compensation on top of their reconciliation payments.

- House of Commune.
- proposal in regards to the recent attack.
- Lottary representative:

In regards to the recent attack against us by our neighbour, we (the House of commune) would like to propose that a diplomatic attempt be made to keep our neighbour away and a declaration of war be produced in case that does not succeed. We would like steps to be undertaken to collect reconciliation payments from them in accordance with their having broken a rule from the rules and regulation of war that we all must abide by. We would also like to encourage the chance that a political union be on the table in the event diplomacy works.

[Soviet Chernarus]

El Salto
Eastern Jalisco
Western Mexico
The Greater Central American Union

He had been discussing strategy with Hernandez as an officer rushed into the tent. He was panting; red-faced, his uniform was splattered with mud and dried blood. He was gripping the side of his arm, which was bleeding. “S-s-sir!” He stammered, mustering a weak salute as he removed his hand from the wound. “The Villistas! They’re attacking!” Sure enough, the Sergeant realized the gunfire was getting closer. “I-I apologize, Captain,” the officer said. His voice was firmer now. “My men – what remains of them – will be more than willing to escort you out of the city. We will hold the defenses.”

The Captain seemed to have turned a bit pale. “I will stay.”

"But, Captain, sir," The officer protested, "you are in danger. If you die, or get wounded -"
"I will stay," The Captain repeated, this time a bit angrier, "what kind of leader am I, if I flee from the heat of battle? I am confident that my own forces will be able to hold back a ragtag group of bandits."
The officer bowed his head, almost as if he was ashamed, "Of course, sir."
"You will also report to the medical tent, since you are wounded," Hernandez smiled, "stay safe."
"Of course, sir." Still gripping the wounded arm, he departed the tent. Several men rushed past the tent as the gunfire seemed to get more intense. Peron sworn that he heard the distant shouts of one of the Villistas.
"Captain, my men will assess the initial situation - whether our lines are holding or not. You must stay here. If you go out in the open..." The Sergeant's voice trailed off.
"It is most unfortunate that I must stay her, but I am not a fool." The Captain murmured quietly. "Now go. Stay safe."
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Bunker 9
Gloria
Southern Mexico
The Greater Central American Union

"...which is why a massive offensive is the best option we have. We can defeat the Federation and unify all of Central America. They are massing at their borders - it is obvious that they are planning to attack us." The Head of the Council proposed. "If we do not act, then we will suffer the consequences."
The Big Four, as they were called, sat in several plush, comfortable chairs arranged around a long table. They seemed to be eating, and on the tables were plates of delicious looking food of all sorts - soups, meat, vegetables.

"We need to focus on our economy, rather than involving the Union into wars that will drain our resources. Remember, if we go to war, we are just repeating the mistake Gonzales made." The Vice Chancellor frowned as he began to spoon soup into his mouth.
"Gonzales was a fool, no doubt about that. We will not repeat the mistake he made - rather, we will be unifying all of Mexico, we will be uniting the PEOPLES of Central America. The Federation's armed forces are laughable at best. Only a portion of their divisions can technically be considered battle-ready." The Head countered. He took a sip of water.

"If the Federation attacks," The Supreme General's voice was a low rumble, "we can easily repel them, if their military is so weak as you say, Arroz. We should not be viewed as the aggressor, and we should focus on the economy, our infrastructure, and the people more. Hundreds, maybe even thousands, die each day from starvation, disease, and malnutrition. Do not think I am not aware of this," He glanced at Arroz's surprised expression, "as you have noticed I have not taken a bite out of this...feast."

"Although I have expressed this opinion earlier, I would like to reiterate - we should be able to repel an invasion with our current defensive lines in a matter of weeks. I would like to say that I would rather focus on our internal affairs and problems, rather than wars."

"My thoughts exactly" The Vice Chancellor smiled. Arroz scowled, staring coolly at the rest.
"I apologize Arroz - but surely you understand the situation. As for you, Ricardo, I understand you have followed my orders."
"Yes, Supreme General, sir." The Head Marshal replied indifferently. "They seemed quite eager"
"Good then. All of you...are dismissed."

[Zechaslavia]

After 5 hours of small skirmishes within the city of Podgorica Legate Canius declared it to part of the New Roman Empire along with the rest of montenegro, Legate Canius waited in Podgorica for his reinforcements along with Legate Mortus to arrive. 5 days later one of the legionaires spotted an army advancing along the highway in the distance, they had red flags and were dressed in red clothing with football gear and carrying assault rifles with machetes. The reinforcements are here! the legionaire shouted as he ran to the Legates quarters. When he reached his quarters (which was the capital building of montenegro he informed Legate Canius that the reinforcements arrived. 20 minuets later Legate Mortus came marching down the main street in Podgorica with 5000 legionaires, when he reached the capital building he gave over his authority to Legate Canius and the next morning they both set out for the border of Albania...

Meanwhile an expedition of 200 legionaires lead by an experienced Centurion took the southern part of Serbia, claiming the whole nation for Ceaser.

[Gyrenaica]

Southern Karelia
Campaigns continue in an effort to bring the rest of Karelia under Northern rule. So far, most small cities have small population and welcome the idea of being annexed. However, the bigger cities are usually riddled with gang violence and sled declared, independent city-states.

Jamtland
"Go go to!" Yelled Commander Jones of the 3rd battalion of NMS troops.
Machine gun fire erupted from the NMS weapons, firing at a gang of violent thugs.
"I want 3 snipers, on the roof, now! We need coverage."
A tank rolled in. "There we are. Now we can win."
The tank began firing at the makeshift barracks where the enemy was hiding, made mostly of abandoned cars, trash, and other junk. The barracks were destroyed and the people behind it killed almost instantaneously.
The battalion advanced on the enemy as they retreated, but were mowed down by snipers bullets.
"And now, in the name of King Markus, I raise the flag of the Kingdom of the North and claim Jamtland a new province of our glorious nation!"
A resounding approval rang out, with screams of joy.

Ivalo
"Sir, reports from Karelia and Jamtland." Said secretary Marshall Tamir
"Good, what do you have?"
"Jamtland is completely under our control and the 3rd battalion has confirmed that old Norski is flying across the province."
"That is wonderful. Jamtland is quite a prize, a biggish one too. I want to keep it part of our nation. Send a ton of food to spread out to the people of Jamtland."
"Ok. Now onto Karelia. All of the north of Karelia, and most of the west are successfully under our control, however bands of criminals have been repelling our troops in the south and southeast."
"That simply will not do. Send an additional 90 Northern Marine Scouts as reinforcements. Also, I have heard that many new citizens have been taking up arms? Is it true?"
"Yes my King, but in the name of freedom. They are fighting for the kingdom. Since our nation can't possibly hold all those cities itself, we have entrusted the cities to volunteers and militiamen."
Markus smiled. "That is wonderful. Thank you Tamir."

[Imperial City-States]

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[b]Official Message from the Confederate States of America
To: The American Imperium
SUB: Potential Political Embassy
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Greetings ,

Upon the return of many of our Merchants and Traders , tales of your nation of stemmed forth from Texas and clearly have caught the attention of my superiors. But first let me formally introduce myself. I am John Stone , the Foreign Affairs minister of my nation. Currently my country is surrounded by mysterious people and we believe that an outreach is the best possible solution. That being said might i suggest a swapping of political embassies ? You place one in our capital , Jefferson City , And we place one in Dallas. If transportation is a problem we have several aircraft that we can spare in order to properly transfer our political parties between our two great nations.

Regards ,

John Stone
Minister of Foreign Affairs



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Official Message from the Confederate States of America
To: The New United States
SUB: Potential Political Embassy
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Greetings ,

While you may not have heard of my Country we have certainly heard of yours. Your military exploits precede you and your multiple Victories at the hands of skilled tacticians is well known within the C.S.A. Given the state of the world we can always see where it's best to have Friends in a world filled with uncertainty. That being said would your government potentially be open to the idea of Embassy's opening in our respective capitals ? This would promote greater cooperation between our two nations and lead to a mutual respect between the two.  Let me know what you think ,  my superiors are eager for an answer.


John Stone
Minister of Foreign Affairs


Confederate States of America
Branson , Missouri
Fort Carson
Primary Staging Area for Southern Operations
Special Operations Group 66 Barracks
0900



Filled with frustration Captain Avery had returned to his unit's barracks for the past several days after his meeting with his superiors. He nor his men had quite understood why those higher on the chain of command were putting a full stop on all cross-border raids that they normally condoned fully.

"Cap , when the hell are we actually going to do something ? Sitting on my ass for this long is making me itchy for work. " Sergeant Krauser announced loudly.

Captain Avery breathed deeply while massaging his temples. Krauser was an outstanding soldier but was very trying on one's patience.

"For the ninth and final time. Our standing orders are to wait for further assignment. I understand your ego needs a good stroking but it'll have to wait. " Avery replied the frustration clear in his voice.


Over the past several days tensions had built up rapidly as a unit that was accustom to near constant deployment had been ordered to 'stand down'. There had already been several fist fights and one serious injury due to the Soldiers of the 66th SOG losing their tempers over the most minor things.

The wooden door on the barracks scratched open and the entire room snapped to attention as Colonel Jackson entered.

"Atten-shun!" Sergeant Krauser's voice boomed throughout the room.

"At ease gentlemen. " Colonel Jackson taking a slight pause.

"I've got good and bad news. Bad news is the 66th SOG has officially been disbanded from Colonel O'Neal's command. "

interrupting the Colonel shouts of shock and anger sounded about the barracks.

Colonel Jackson breathed deeply.

"Good news is the 66th has been re-instated as Task Force 501 underneath myself. " Jackson finished.

There was an even more stunned silence that filled the room.

"Mission briefing at 2100. do NOT be late. " Jackson finished before turning and exiting the barracks.

Captain Avery couldn't help but smile , once again he and his men had a purpose.



Confederate States of America
NAF Territory
Five miles east of Omaha
15th Expeditionary Battalion
1st Platoon
0925




"Forty Seconds ! " the pilot of the Huey shouted over the roar of the engine.




Private Allen Davison breathed deeply and double checked his M14 to ensure everything was secure. He was incredibly nervous as this was his first ever 'Hot' dismount from a helicopter.

"What you getting skittish Rook. " Chuckled Corporal Baker as he clearly took note of the Privates discomfort.

"No asshole , Jumping out of a perfectly good helicopter doesn't seem smart. " Davison replied trying to shove off his nervousness with humor.

"You joined the damn Army Rook. Nothing seems smart. " Private Garrison replied responded with his traditional sly attitude.


"Shut the hell up and standby to drop." Staff Sergeant Torres , the Platoon Sergeant , cut off both parties.

Breathing deeply Davison took his place , both feet on the Huey's landing skids , one hand on his M14 , the other on the Huey's airframe.




The next several seconds seemed like the longest in Davison's life. The Huey didn't even come to a complete stop , only slowed to a somewhat sane speed when SSG Torres' voice broke out.

"Go! Go! Go!."


Davison took one final breath and jumped. Upon hitting the ground Davison did exactly what he was told to do in his schooling prior to this and surprisingly to him , came out of the endeavor unscathed. Almost as soon as they hit the ground Davison's squad was sprinting like bats out of hell for the treeline that was fifty meters away.

"Move your ass Rook! " Baker's voice cut out. Behind Davison the rest of the platoon dismounted in a similar fashion and quickly regrouped in the treeline on the edge of the unit's dropzone.


"Now what ? " Davison heard a man whom he couldn't recognize mutter from behind Davision as he swept his rifle methodically back and forth across the forest infront of his squad as if a hidden enemy would show himself at that moment.

The squad's radio chirped loudly before the radioman could hit the volume and Sergeant Browning quickly picked up the handset. Several tense moments went by before Browning hung up the handset.

"Set up a perimeter , Fireteam 1 , you've got the southeast , fFireteam 2 you've got the south." Browning ordered firmly.

Sighing loudly Davison followed his fireteam to their designated position and upon arriving he broke out his entrenchment tool and began digging a foxhole.

[Cainesland]

After receiving the third proposal both the monarch and the chief- chancellor had made a decision as to what their opinion would be, only difference was the chancellor made policy the Monarch made morale. The chief chancellor decided on a mix between that of the house of ritz and the house composed of elected officials. He decided to send a diplomat, with the terms of conditions of surrender, declaration of war, and the authority to negotiate. Meanwhile he got the army armed and on standby. It was like the old army saying "hurry up and wait". He had made the tough call and authorized reconciliation payments to be desired in the negotiation but had not included enslavement or indentured servitude to be included in the agreement although it was stated that the debt recollection could take place in whichever form they wanted. Now all they had to do was wait for the diplomat to arrive.

[Gyrenaica]

Ivalo above ground capital bunker
"Sir. The construction of the tunnel from Ivalo to Murmansk in Murmansk Oblast has reached a half way point."
"That is wonderful news. Hopefully by next week it will be completed, no?"
"That is the plan sir."
"Wonderful, thank you."

Karelia
The attack chopper flew in and landed on a building. 12 Northern Marine Scouts got out with their weapons, mainly long distance rifles and snipers, taking position. This city had a gang with about 150 thugs.
"Is there anyway we can evacuate the city?"
"Where would we move the people to?"
"I don't know, Murmansk?"
"I'm not sure commander, we need transport trucks to do so."
"Well if we don't move them, innocent people are going to die in the cross fire."
"Couldn't we just move them to the outskirts of this city, behind our lines?"
"I wish we could, but this gang has a damn tank hidden."
"How do you know?"
"Reconnaissance spied out the place."
"Why didn't they destroy it?"
"They hadn't the weapons to do so at the time."
"Well where is it? Our tanks can roll in and blast these bastards and their tank straight back to hell."
"Because reports told the King of the tanks,and he wants us to save it."
"Fine. Let's just steal it?"
The chopper began firing missiles and m60 rounds into enemy held buildings
"What did you say?"
"Let's steal it!"
"When, tonight?"
"Yeah."
A building which had taken severe damage from missiles began to fall.

[Of The Rnclave]

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[b]Official Message from the Confederate States of America
To: The American Imperium
SUB: Potential Political Embassy
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Greetings ,

Upon the return of many of our Merchants and Traders , tales of your nation of stemmed forth from Texas and clearly have caught the attention of my superiors. But first let me formally introduce myself. I am John Stone , the Foreign Affairs minister of my nation. Currently my country is surrounded by mysterious people and we believe that an outreach is the best possible solution. That being said might i suggest a swapping of political embassies ? You place one in our capital , Jefferson City , And we place one in Dallas. If transportation is a problem we have several aircraft that we can spare in order to properly transfer our political parties between our two great nations.

Regards ,

John Stone
Minister of Foreign Affairs



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Official Message from the Confederate States of America
To: The New United States
SUB: Potential Political Embassy
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Greetings ,

While you may not have heard of my Country we have certainly heard of yours. Your military exploits precede you and your multiple Victories at the hands of skilled tacticians is well known within the C.S.A. Given the state of the world we can always see where it's best to have Friends in a world filled with uncertainty. That being said would your government potentially be open to the idea of Embassy's opening in our respective capitals ? This would promote greater cooperation between our two nations and lead to a mutual respect between the two.  Let me know what you think ,  my superiors are eager for an answer.


John Stone
Minister of Foreign Affairs


Confederate States of America
Branson , Missouri
Fort Carson
Primary Staging Area for Southern Operations
Special Operations Group 66 Barracks
0900



Filled with frustration Captain Avery had returned to his unit's barracks for the past several days after his meeting with his superiors. He nor his men had quite understood why those higher on the chain of command were putting a full stop on all cross-border raids that they normally condoned fully.

"Cap , when the hell are we actually going to do something ? Sitting on my ass for this long is making me itchy for work. " Sergeant Krauser announced loudly.

Captain Avery breathed deeply while massaging his temples. Krauser was an outstanding soldier but was very trying on one's patience.

"For the ninth and final time. Our standing orders are to wait for further assignment. I understand your ego needs a good stroking but it'll have to wait. " Avery replied the frustration clear in his voice.


Over the past several days tensions had built up rapidly as a unit that was accustom to near constant deployment had been ordered to 'stand down'. There had already been several fist fights and one serious injury due to the Soldiers of the 66th SOG losing their tempers over the most minor things.

The wooden door on the barracks scratched open and the entire room snapped to attention as Colonel Jackson entered.

"Atten-shun!" Sergeant Krauser's voice boomed throughout the room.

"At ease gentlemen. " Colonel Jackson taking a slight pause.

"I've got good and bad news. Bad news is the 66th SOG has officially been disbanded from Colonel O'Neal's command. "

interrupting the Colonel shouts of shock and anger sounded about the barracks.

Colonel Jackson breathed deeply.

"Good news is the 66th has been re-instated as Task Force 501 underneath myself. " Jackson finished.

There was an even more stunned silence that filled the room.

"Mission briefing at 2100. do NOT be late. " Jackson finished before turning and exiting the barracks.

Captain Avery couldn't help but smile , once again he and his men had a purpose.



Confederate States of America
NAF Territory
Five miles east of Omaha
15th Expeditionary Battalion
1st Platoon
0925




"Forty Seconds ! " the pilot of the Huey shouted over the roar of the engine.

(Image)


Private Allen Davison breathed deeply and double checked his M14 to ensure everything was secure. He was incredibly nervous as this was his first ever 'Hot' dismount from a helicopter.

"What you getting skittish Rook. " Chuckled Corporal Baker as he clearly took note of the Privates discomfort.

"No asshole , Jumping out of a perfectly good helicopter doesn't seem smart. " Davison replied trying to shove off his nervousness with humor.

"You joined the damn Army Rook. Nothing seems smart. " Private Garrison replied responded with his traditional sly attitude.


"Shut the hell up and standby to drop." Staff Sergeant Torres , the Platoon Sergeant , cut off both parties.

Breathing deeply Davison took his place , both feet on the Huey's landing skids , one hand on his M14 , the other on the Huey's airframe.

(Image)


The next several seconds seemed like the longest in Davison's life. The Huey didn't even come to a complete stop , only slowed to a somewhat sane speed when SSG Torres' voice broke out.

"Go! Go! Go!."


Davison took one final breath and jumped. Upon hitting the ground Davison did exactly what he was told to do in his schooling prior to this and surprisingly to him , came out of the endeavor unscathed. Almost as soon as they hit the ground Davison's squad was sprinting like bats out of hell for the treeline that was fifty meters away.

"Move your ass Rook! " Baker's voice cut out. Behind Davison the rest of the platoon dismounted in a similar fashion and quickly regrouped in the treeline on the edge of the unit's dropzone.


"Now what ? " Davison heard a man whom he couldn't recognize mutter from behind Davision as he swept his rifle methodically back and forth across the forest infront of his squad as if a hidden enemy would show himself at that moment.

The squad's radio chirped loudly before the radioman could hit the volume and Sergeant Browning quickly picked up the handset. Several tense moments went by before Browning hung up the handset.

"Set up a perimeter , Fireteam 1 , you've got the southeast , fFireteam 2 you've got the south." Browning ordered firmly.

Sighing loudly Davison followed his fireteam to their designated position and upon arriving he broke out his entrenchment tool and began digging a foxhole.

OMAHA FARMLAND

A farmer, working in his luckily irradiated fields looked up, and saw the men repelling down onto the grass several hundred yards from him, scared and startled at the sight of soldiers he'd never seen before, he rushed back to his house to get his rifle.

In farm lands throughout the NAF, most families live together in groups of 5, THIS MEANING 5 separate families lived together to farm larger plots of land,this arrangement allowing for better protection, better farming and larger fields. So it was no surprise when the 10 men of the 5 families rushed out onto their lawns, M16A1 rifles issued to farmers raised. Hurriedly rushing around they got behind defensive positions and readied themselves for a possible threat. As the men rushed along, Davis, the 39 year old leader of the Farming group, fired 3 warning shots over the Men's heads. Standing up an appearing form behind their cover, rifles raised, Davis called out to the men, " Hey! What you all be doing here? This is private land, you all need to explain what ya doin here and go home, before I fill you full of lead!" Davis shouted, his body stiffening with fear when the rest of the platoon walked forward, his once levels rifle shaking.

SONGS OF INDUSTRIAL MIGHT

Industry throughout the North American Federation was believed to be the best in the world, or so they hoped. A winding railway system connected ever manufacturing center of the nation so that goods could flow freely. Every state had tariffs, one of the few ways besides taxes that the governments could gain money. Heavy steel and machinery factories had sprouted like wildfire throughout the nation, the more steel and machinery the better. A constant output of steel and iron helped fuel the industrial powerhouse the nation had become, and light manufacturing of technology had ensured the nation could research ways to improve their output, a needed improvement. But this industry raised one problem in the nation, even with refugees of wastelands showing up, the amount of factories appearing, outpaced the workers available to man them. Agricultural took even more men and women form industry, and the Government could not do much for this, because the fledgling nation needed it's agricultural output. But as industry improved and more money was made, more research was put into more automated manufacturing, a hope the NAF had of furthering its industrial abilities.


WAR DEPARTMENT

The military arm of the NAF was as important, if not more so, than the industrial arm. In a world where everyone of your nations could be a threat, a strong army was a must have for them. For funding was flowing into the Armed Forces as word of neighbors increased, but seeing as their neighbors to the east seemed friendly, same with the west, not much worry was needed, but it was always good to be better save them sorry. In hope of furthering the NAF's ability to detect and respond to problems, the NORAD radar system in Montana and Colorado was being expanded and seeing more funding, as hopes of using it to better detect aircraft and other attacking threats were being furthered. One specific radar, the strongest and furthest reaching, had been placed in Columbus, the capital. More money was also flowing into the railway system, a defense system, but also a commercial transport. New rails were constantly being put in to be built to better connect the cities and bases if the nation.

[The Floating Citystate of Serenity]

There's no big apocalypse. Just an endless procession of little ones.
_{-Neil Gaiman, Signal to Noise}

Rome had been conquered thanks to all the efforts of the NSR army, and now made contact with another nation of Italy. An alliance between both of these nations seemed predictably likely.

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To New Sicily Republic
From New Roman Empire
We are happy to keep our borders open to your citizens, they may come and go as they please, our nation is still very civilized and also want to beautify Italy, don't be deceived by our crucifixes, gladiator fights, polytheism or slavery, our nation is being restored to look glorious so people from all over may enter and see the might of ceaser. We encourage your leaders to visit sometime so we may discuss more political ideas.
And I would formally like to thank you for giving us North Rome, we will build a statue of your leader and through his generosity, gave us back part of our peoples old city And yes we agree that we should make the collosseum a trade hub for our people, tax free of course.
I sincerely hope that our two nations will expand and become the leaders of the new world, for the glory of the siclians, the romans and Italy!


NSR Head Office
Messina, Sicily

Giuseppe sat back in his chair, and stared at he letter as he read it again.

"I guess we can make this work" he thought in his head. Rome had been captured by the NSR just a couple of days ago, the raider party's and slavers who occupied it had been either killed or pushed out of the city.

In the center of Rome, lay a huge crater which was created by a nuclear blast from the war. This crater already had taken of a huge chunk of the city as well as making the very edge inhabitable. The NSR had kindly left the several northern settlements of Rome to the New Roman Empire, and either guarded or helped the new rebuilding process of southern Rome. A new trade hub was also being set-up in the remains of the Colosseum and bottle-caps were apparently the new universal currency used in Italy, after it had gone around that pre-war money had become worthless.

"I'll send Don Vincent to go meet them" he mused to himself. Don Vincent had lead and planned the invasion of Rome, it was certainly a feat which deserves promotion. The army itself was going to graduate, all the fighting sects in Rome had only been recruited. They were going to be rewarded for all their efforts. In the letter from the Caesar, he did mention that borders will be open and so Vincent could go over there to represent the NSR's presence.

Southern Rome, Lazio

Swift progress had been made. Rome was set-free from the clutches of chaos. The sects of the army remained stationed int the south, after it had been announced that the north of Rome would go to their new allies of the "New Roman Republic". Rumors had gone around about their barbaric ways between the citizens, but Don Vincent set out to change this.

In the battered square of Campitelli, just outside the Colosseum the Don stood by a cracked podium which faced a crowd of people. Some of the buildings around the square had collapsed from both the long-ago atomic bomb as well as the recent invasion. However there were also signs of rebuilding, supplies were being brought up from the south via two cargo ships from Sicily to the coast. Hopefully southern Rome would be magnificent once more, just not to the same standard before the war sadly. The nuclear crater stood there like an obstacle, and people were cautioned not go to near to the edges in-order to avoid radiation.

Don Vincent cleared his throat and the murmurs died down.

"My friends and family, I am happy to announce an official declaration of friendship with the New Roman Empire!" Vincent boomed with enthusiasm, but was just met with many downcast faces of sadness. He managed to catch some of the scowls from the men at the back of the crowd.

"Now I know some of you are sad, and even angry, but they have promised to help us into restoring Italy once more! We are trying to avoid conflict with them." He continued, some faces still downcasted.

"They have promised to treat the people of the NSR like their own people, just as we have promised with their's. We all are Italians, and therefore the same. They wouldn't harm their own kind. Therefore you are safe, and both borders of each nation have been opened. They are free to use the Colosseum Trade Hub, as well as to walk freely through our land, just as we are to them". Vincent said to the crowd. Some faces were still looking down, but however had brightened up to this. There no more scowls at the back, and Vincent swear he saw some smiles amongst the standing crowd.

"They are our brothers and sisters! We new sicilians are all about family, and they are just our lost family! We can welcome them if they welcome us! Let us show them the pride of the NSR! We can stand united and continue to dominate Italy in-order to find the inner beauty and peace we strive for! We can trade we each other and share if needed! All Italians are a strong race!" He finished. The crowd clapped in applause and their were even some cheers. Vincent had always had a specialty when it came to talking with the people, he could always quiet down a riot with his silky and strong words. Vincent bowed to the people and showed a smile of his own. He was generally relieved that the public had seen fit to look at the brighter side.

"Also another thing!" He announced as he just remembered. The crowd went silent to catch more words.

"Make sure you tune into your radios tonight! I ensure you'll be in for a treat! Also, feel free to share with someone if they don't own one!" He beamed and winked to the audience before he climbed down from the podium.

Old Radio Station (Radio Vendetta)
Southern Rome, Lazio

A young man now sat in the edge of his seat, leaning in towards the microphone. His eyes flickered towards the antique mixing system before taking a deep breath.

"...Welcome to the first ever broadcast of Radio Vendetta, coming live straight from Italy! I am your host and DJ, A-dog!

Since this is the first one, i'll explain a couple of things. This broadcast should be available to anyone in Europe; its a miracle that this ancient toaster can still work. I will be broadcasting whenever I can from now on, during that time feel free to slip me some words which you ought to be shared with the rest of the world. Anyone with a workable radio can listen on to the truth. Next you wonder why 'A-dog'?, am I a living dog? No, but I don't just wanna' be just any old dog, so why not the top dog of the pack, the A-dog? The Alpha! I find it very fitting, a strong stray in the midst of what was a broken city. Moving onwards...

I am your ears and your eyes! I bring you the truth and not the lies! V is for Vendetta, and here is the news! (Made that up myself)

Intelligence tells me that the New Sicily Republic, the nation which currently holds the south of Italy and some friendly colonies, has openly announced their alliance with new nation of the north, the New Roman Republic. I've been told that they follow the old customs of the Romans that lived eons ago. They can make an example if they want to, everyone is doing it these-days. Just be happy you aren't some lone Romanian walking in their territory. I, myself, think that this alliance is actually a good thing. It will help the rebuilding effort a lot, and its been a while since Italy was truly united. The NRE and NSR have officially declared their friendship, and opened borders with each-other. They've even agreed to share Rome. Only if I could see that same peace occurring elsewhere...

Just hitting a break! Be back in five, my friends! Now first on the list is 'Ignite' by 'Angela'! Enjoy this banger!"

<sub>I know it’s only the start
The world’s falling apart in your heart
No doubts , no lies
Shoot it from the sky

So close your eyes
And the world around you disappears
Wipe away the tears and fade into reality

So tell me why
All the dreams you dreamed were meant to die
There’s no love without this hate that burns
And starts all their wars

There’s still hope if we find a way
Keep searching til you see the truth
This future’s in our hands
This happiness will shatter all the pain

I know it’s only the start
The world’s falling apart in your heart
No doubts, no lies
Shoot it from the sky

My world is colored in red
Once you’re here in arms, it all fades
Don’t leave, don’t wait
Stay in my embrace

The sound of you rings in my heart
This game we knew can’t be the same
Shall we start?
Take your aim</sub>

[Zechaslavia]

As the two Legates were going to enter Albania with 5,500 troops a scout Legate Canius sent in 5 days earlier when he was waiting for the reinforcements just came back with vital news. He began to explain to the two Legates that Albania, Greece and Bulgaria are controlled under one king similar to Caesar. He told them that this is what he was told when he entered the old Albanian capital, and he brought back currency to prove it. Legate Canius informed Ceaser immediately, he went to his quarters and called Ceaser on his old cellular phone

"Your highness, my scout as reported back to me and has informed me that Albania, Bulgaria and Greece are united under one king who has the similar blood lust as you. He also has an army that matches our empires sir". Ceaser took a drink of his wine as he rested in his warm bath tub. "Legate, I have a new mission for you, I am not stupid enough to do full out war with another empire. I want you to send an 'embassador' to their capital escorted by a small squad of troops and ask this king if he would like to become an ally of the New Roman Empire. We could benefit from having them as an ally seeing that they have ideologies similar to mine. In the mean time I want you to conquer the old roman state of Dracia (Romania) and hungary. Also whats your losses in the recent conflicts?" Canius responded "Yes my liege and our mortality count is 562 dead and 239 injured but we don't know how many of those will recover". Ceaser responded "I will send you an additional 8000 troops to reinforce the borders and cities in the west, also use those troops to take dracia and hungary, I will send ano inexperienced legate to receive leadership experience, hes seen combat many times in your ranks. He will escort them and he will first invade the old republic of Austria and he will meet you in hungary". Canius responded "yes my liege, over and out"

Legate canius put away his phone and gave the order to move out towards Dracia (Romania)

[Imperial City-States]

Confederate States of America
NAF Territory
Five miles east of Omaha
15th Expeditionary Battalion
1st Platoon



Lieutenant Schnider had just ordered the platoon to spread out and set up a perimeter when a trio of shots zipped overhead. To anyone else it would've actually been comical to see nearly forty soldiers dive straight to the ground as the shots ran out.

"Hold you God Damn Fire !" Schnider shouted , referring mostly to his men but also the unknown assailant. Several tense seconds went by were everything including the forest itself was dead silent. That silence was broken by a middle age man's voice going on about his land being private property.

Fucking locals Schinder thought.

slowly Schinder rose from the foliage and took partial cover behind a thick tree trunk. Slowly and silently all around him , his men did likewise their weapons at the ready. To Schinder's immediate right , one of the platoon's Machine Gunner's propped his M240 ontop of a fallen tree.

"Drop you weapons , We have you surrounded and mean you no harm if you cooperate!" Schinder replied.

[Zechaslavia]

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To Alexander, king of New macedon
From Ceaser, Emperor of the New Roman Empire

Awe-Way (greetings), one of my scouts reported to me recently of your glorious empires existence. I am pleased to here that you share the same basic culture concepts as I and that you know how to lead a nation with an iron fist, as so do I. Rather than fighting with you and causing senseless casualties on both sides, I ask of you that you join in an alliance with me so that both of our nations can flourish and so that we can help each other strengthen our nations. Also if you ally with us then the New Sicilian republic will also have no hostilities towards you. We also ask to start trade routes with you to strengthen our economies. I anxiously await your respond and I pray to Jupiter that you fight along side us rather than against us. May the wisdom of my father mars be upon you.

Signed Ceaser

PS the territory I under roman control is everything from Montenegro to Romania

[Of The Rnclave]

Confederate States of America
NAF Territory
Five miles east of Omaha
15th Expeditionary Battalion
1st Platoon



Lieutenant Schnider had just ordered the platoon to spread out and set up a perimeter when a trio of shots zipped overhead. To anyone else it would've actually been comical to see nearly forty soldiers dive straight to the ground as the shots ran out.

"Hold you God Damn Fire !" Schnider shouted , referring mostly to his men but also the unknown assailant. Several tense seconds went by were everything including the forest itself was dead silent. That silence was broken by a middle age man's voice going on about his land being private property.

Fucking locals Schinder thought.

slowly Schinder rose from the foliage and took partial cover behind a thick tree trunk. Slowly and silently all around him , his men did likewise their weapons at the ready. To Schinder's immediate right , one of the platoon's Machine Gunner's propped his M240 ontop of a fallen tree.

"Drop you weapons , We have you surrounded and mean you no harm if you cooperate!" Schinder replied.

Davis ground his teeth together as the mans words, but the cocking of an unknown LmG, made him throw his fun to the ground, the same with his men. He raised his hands in submission and stepped back, waiting for the soldiers to step forward. Turning his head he whsipered to a man in the back. " Go get the kids outta here, don't let them get caught up in this." A teenage boy nodded, slipping off before the men came into view. " Coem on out, I guess." He seethed

[Armstdern]

Anglek Port, Egac Salocin, The Holy Land of Absolute Cagery

A crowd of proud Cagians are seen around the Anglek Port waving goodbye to colonists and farmers bound for Papua New Guinea. Music from the 50's is being played as people dance on port, waving flags of the empire around and having a great time. The Ocean has some what of a green tint to it, but never the less people swim in it anyway. Cargo is loaded up onto the boat and then the boat disembarks to Papua New Guinea, more steam boats follow carrying citizens.

Port Moresby, Papua New Guinea

The Cagian farmer and colonists arrive at Port Moresby to the sight of Taiwanese militia men and Guinean slaves, music from the 50's is heard as the Cagians load off the boat and are taken to their new homes by the militias of Port Moresby. They are shown shops, cinemas and other recreational centers created for them by the gracious god Nicolas Cage. The Cagian farmer and colonists are then taken to the former parliament of Papua New Guinea where they watch a film about Nicolas Cage, and how they need to have as many children as possible for the colony to succeed. They then return to their homes and begin their new lives in one of the empires newest conquests.


Cagians leaving The Holy Land of Absolute Cagery to Papua New Guinea

[Soviet Chernarus]

El Salto
Eastern Jalisco
Western Mexico
The Greater Central American Union

He ventured further into the building, unsure of what would happen next. Signaling two of his men to search the rooms, Perón gripped his AK tightly as he made his way down the corridor.
The lines were just barely holding back the Villistas - he had seen around two dozen bodies, all of them his comrades. The sound of gunfire seemed to be getting closer, and now he was sure that he heard the shouts of the bandits as they pushed into the city.

He heard some sort of clanging inside one of the rooms; suspicious, but stil cautious, he approached the door. His hand tried to open it, but it was locked. A muffled voice was heard, as Perón gestured to one of his men. "Come. I heard something" his voice was barely audible, but the man he was gesturing too nodded and sprinted over to Perón.

"On 3, we kick open this door," The man nodded curtly.

"1...

2...

3!"
---
Puerto Vallarta
Western Jalisco
Western Mexico
The Greater Central American Union

The Julieta bobbed in the harbors of Puerto Vallarta in the Western part of Jalisco. It had formerly been a large cruise ship, but in the 2050s, it had been converted into a transport ship for the Central American navy. Able to carry almost 500 passengers, and was now bound for Baja California, in the hopes of capturing the territory for the Union. To the best of the Union's knowledge, the area was not controlled by the Federation. Juarez Tito also hoped to establish contact with other civilizations, as he knew the Union was not the only nations that had rose amid the heap of radioactive ashes that the world had been reduced to.

Dozens of soldiers, wearing brown masks over their nose and face, began to board the Julieta. AK-47s were slung over their backs, and young children, their hands grimy after playing in the mud, pressed their faces eagerly onto the fences which blocked the rest of the city from the harbor. A crowd of onlookers had already gathered, and were staring at the soldiers, mostly out of curiosity. Several guards eyed them warily, occasionally shouting a remark to stay back.

Soon all the soldiers had boarded, and the supplies brought onto the ship. With the soldiers on the deck all waving at the rest of the citizens, the ship began to depart, into the Pacific Ocean, towards Baja California.

[Cainesland]

After a period of preparation the appointed diplomat began his journey to the neighbouring tribe. Among his belongings he brought with him was a canteen with fresh clean (non-irradiated) water, a scroll with the declaration of war that he kept sealed in a cylindrical lock box to avoid a premature war like reaction from the barbarians he was going to meet. He also had a map and some parchment to make the deal. He carried with him one of each of the armies training firearms and some ammo and a cross necklace. He had 2 friends with him (the hatted ones) that were armed as well and a few townsfolk that volunteered to come along and take care of the animals that he brought to carry supplies that would help to ensure they don't die on the way.

After a few miles of hiking north which took about an hour they stopped for a brief rest.

[Kriegers]

THE CITY OF BABYLON
BABYLONIAN EMPIRE
2076 A.D.



Emperor Azhar Al-Mansur stood at the balcony of his palace, which had once been the capital building of Iraq. Just before, he had given a speech to his people, and now, a military parade was underway. Currently, the infantry was marching through the streets. Azhar watched as the companies of infantry proudly marched through the city.

"And now, coming up is the fifth company of the Babylon garrison! This company is renowned for its service the the Babylonian Empire since the days of the Great Atomic War." an announcer said as another infantry company marched through the square.



Azhar had already seen this parade many times, and so he went inside to compose a telegram to his new neighbors, the English.
He had recently received reports that English forces had arrived in lower Afghanistan, and now he must respond to the changing situation. Babylon's dominating position in the region may be put into jeopardy by the presence of Europeans.

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To: English government
From: Emperor Azhar Al-Mansur I of Babylon

Greetings,

Welcome to the Middle-East, or Asia Minor as you may also call it. I am not aware whether or not you were aware of our presence in the region, but regardless, I seek friendly relations with your country and people. For this peaceful relationship to be a possibility, I am going to have to request that you limit your colonization of the region. I believe that if the Middle-East is to be rule by someone, it should be ruled by someone native to the region.



[Imperial City-States]

Confederate States of America
NAF Territory
Five miles east of Omaha
15th Expeditionary Battalion
1st Platoon



Lieutenant Schnider exhaled softly as the farmer's dropped their weapons.

"First and Second Squad , secure the farmhouse. Do NOT shoot anyone. Third and Fourth secure the .. civilians and their weapons. " Schnider ordered firmly. In short order the squads began quickly dispersed and Schnider grabbed the handset from the Radioman.

"Ladybird , this is Romeo One. Contact with Civilians , no casualties on either side. Lima-Zulu is secure , Free to bring Juliet to town. " Schnider said on the line before hanging the handset back up. He knew he wouldn't get a response per mission protocol

Adjusting his helmet and holding his M-14 in a relaxed posture Schnider walked over to the farmer who had spoken earlier.

"Can i get your name sir ? I'm Jake Schnider. " he said as he extended his right hand.






Confederate States of America
Branson , Missouri
Fort Carson
Primary Staging Area for Southern Operations
North Airstrip
Reaper 0-1


Contrary to the west airstrip which housed the bases fleet of Huey helicopters the North airstrip was dedicated entirely to the operation of what limited fixed wing aircraft the Confederacy had in the area. In this particular case two C-47 Douglas twin engine prop planes had just arrived carrying the bases monthly fuel allotment and aircrews quickly were offloading the fuel and moving it to sandbag bunkers that had been dug six hundred feet off the runway near the central area of the base. But the far more interesting aspect was the two Phantom II's that were lined up on the runway undergoing their final flight checks.

"Reaper Zero-Two this is Reaper Zero-One. How're we looking Tom." Major Jerry Stryker asked over the radio as he looked out to the left of his plane at his wingman.

"Reaper Zero-One , Reaper Zero-Two. I've got greens across the board , ready for takeoff. " Major Tom Simpkins replied with a slight edge of happiness coating his voice.

Major Stryker smiled underneath his oxygen mask.

"Tower , this is Reaper Flight , we are Green across the board , Requesting permission to takeoff for Trial Flight Alpha Six-One. " Stryker replied as he flipped several switches on his console.

A moment later the radio in his helmet chirped.

"Reaper Flight , This is Tower , You're clear for takeoff , proceed at your digression , Tower out. "

Stryker yet again but couldn't help but crack a smile.

"Reaper One to Reaper Two , We're good , follow on my lead. " Stryker said as he eased the throttle on his Phantom forward. At first the Phantom at it's full combat weight of sixty-two thousand pounds crept forward slowly but the F-4 quickly began picking up speed. The designers of the aircraft favored the concept of brute force over being maneuverable and that allowed it to weight much more than many other fighters of it's size.

In a few moments the the Phantom II rose off the ground about as graceful as a dying whale , behind Styrker's Phantom , Tom's quickly followed suite.

"And we are airborne.. " Stryker said over his helmets internal radio.

"What the hell did you expect ? We always get off the ground safe. " Captain Ricardo Damiani , Stryker's weapon officer who sat in tandem to Stryker in his usual sarcastic tone.

"I swear Ric , one of these days i'm going to find a way to make you eject and have to walk back to base. " Stryker replied partially serious.

"Reaper One , Reaper Two. Forming up on your seven O'Clock for extended flight to Jeff with full combat load.

[Soviet Chernarus]

Somewhere in the Gulf of California
Aboard the CAU Julietta

Most of the soldiers simply passed the time by playing cards and smoking cigarettes; a few chose to maintain the outdated anti-aircraft guns aboard the ship and some gazed at the vast blue that was the ocean. The trip so far was relatively uneventful, although the captain took extra caution to not enter Federation waters. They would be at Baja California in a matter of days. The Captain and his officers took the time to review the plan over and over again: after arriving at Baja California, the troops would row to the shore in lifeboats, a process that would take several hours. They would set up camp for the night, and on the next day would explore more and more of Baja California. Juarez sought to add the area to his Union, as it was a former part of Mexico.

They only had food to last a month; the Captain knew they couldn't rely on food shipments from the mainland, so they would have to scavenge for food near the landing spot in order to survive, or else the plan would go to ruin. It was a dubious plan that had been criticized even by members and officials of Juarez's government, as many doubted its success. It would be a costly, long endeavor and the Captain, as well as many of his soldiers, knew that there was a possibility that they would never see their homes again.

[Of The Rnclave]

Confederate States of America
NAF Territory
Five miles east of Omaha
15th Expeditionary Battalion
1st Platoon



Lieutenant Schnider exhaled softly as the farmer's dropped their weapons.

"First and Second Squad , secure the farmhouse. Do NOT shoot anyone. Third and Fourth secure the .. civilians and their weapons. " Schnider ordered firmly. In short order the squads began quickly dispersed and Schnider grabbed the handset from the Radioman.

"Ladybird , this is Romeo One. Contact with Civilians , no casualties on either side. Lima-Zulu is secure , Free to bring Juliet to town. " Schnider said on the line before hanging the handset back up. He knew he wouldn't get a response per mission protocol

Adjusting his helmet and holding his M-14 in a relaxed posture Schnider walked over to the farmer who had spoken earlier.

"Can i get your name sir ? I'm Jake Schnider. " he said as he extended his right hand.






Confederate States of America
Branson , Missouri
Fort Carson
Primary Staging Area for Southern Operations
North Airstrip
Reaper 0-1


Contrary to the west airstrip which housed the bases fleet of Huey helicopters the North airstrip was dedicated entirely to the operation of what limited fixed wing aircraft the Confederacy had in the area. In this particular case two C-47 Douglas twin engine prop planes had just arrived carrying the bases monthly fuel allotment and aircrews quickly were offloading the fuel and moving it to sandbag bunkers that had been dug six hundred feet off the runway near the central area of the base. But the far more interesting aspect was the two Phantom II's that were lined up on the runway undergoing their final flight checks.

"Reaper Zero-Two this is Reaper Zero-One. How're we looking Tom." Major Jerry Stryker asked over the radio as he looked out to the left of his plane at his wingman.

"Reaper Zero-One , Reaper Zero-Two. I've got greens across the board , ready for takeoff. " Major Tom Simpkins replied with a slight edge of happiness coating his voice.

Major Stryker smiled underneath his oxygen mask.

"Tower , this is Reaper Flight , we are Green across the board , Requesting permission to takeoff for Trial Flight Alpha Six-One. " Stryker replied as he flipped several switches on his console.

A moment later the radio in his helmet chirped.

"Reaper Flight , This is Tower , You're clear for takeoff , proceed at your digression , Tower out. "

Stryker yet again but couldn't help but crack a smile.

"Reaper One to Reaper Two , We're good , follow on my lead. " Stryker said as he eased the throttle on his Phantom forward. At first the Phantom at it's full combat weight of sixty-two thousand pounds crept forward slowly but the F-4 quickly began picking up speed. The designers of the aircraft favored the concept of brute force over being maneuverable and that allowed it to weight much more than many other fighters of it's size.

In a few moments the the Phantom II rose off the ground about as graceful as a dying whale , behind Styrker's Phantom , Tom's quickly followed suite.

"And we are airborne.. " Stryker said over his helmets internal radio.

"What the hell did you expect ? We always get off the ground safe. " Captain Ricardo Damiani , Stryker's weapon officer who sat in tandem to Stryker in his usual sarcastic tone.

"I swear Ric , one of these days i'm going to find a way to make you eject and have to walk back to base. " Stryker replied partially serious.

"Reaper One , Reaper Two. Forming up on your seven O'Clock for extended flight to Jeff with full combat load.

(Image)

The teen standing in front of Schneider spit on his boots. " Get off my land you dirty ass motherfuc.... OPH!" Davis stepped forward, shoving the teen away, knocking him off his feet, two men near him forcing the kid to his feet. Turning he stuck out his hand. " I'm Davis, we farm this land, and no offense, but why are you here? This territory is owned by the North American Federation." He said.

[Imperial City-States]

The teen standing in front of Schneider spit on his boots. " Get off my land you dirty ass motherfuc.... OPH!" Davis stepped forward, shoving the teen away, knocking him off his feet, two men near him forcing the kid to his feet. Turning he stuck out his hand. " I'm Davis, we farm this land, and no offense, but why are you here? This territory is owned by the North American Federation." He said.

Confederate States of America
NAF Territory
Five miles east of Omaha
15th Expeditionary Battalion
1st Platoon

Schneider couldn't help but actually be a little tickled by the Teenager's outburst.

"If i recall correctly , this isn't your land , it infact belongs to the patriarch who i assume is this fine gentlemen here. " Schneider said before turning his attention back to Davis.

"There have been multiple raids over the past weeks into Confederate Territory from a bandit group operating out of NAF territory. After multiple request for the North American Federation's military to handle the issue they've thus far ignored us. As a result we're taking matters into our own hands. My unit is setting up a Forward Operations Base that we intend to use to track down and eliminate these bandits. Our original intel was that no one owned this particular stretch of land so it made a suitable staging area. But as you own the land the Confederate Government would be happy to pay what ever price you see fit for the utilization of your land. " Schneider continued.