Invasion of South Grosvaer [MT, CLOSED]

by **Kington Langley** » Sun Jul 20, 2014 11:06 am

Map of the disputed territory
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Background
The South Grosvaer Islands, an isolated and climatically unforgiving collection of rocks in the southern hemisphere, have long been the subject of a diplomatically scarring territorial dispute between two countries. Since the 1840s, the islands have been an internationally-recognised dependent territory of Kington Langley, who maintains the unanimous support of the 3,000-strong local population of the archipelago. Independent Gredavcat, a nation currently in the grips of a weakening military junta, has claimed the islands on the basis of a brief occupation prior to the arrival of the Kingtonians, regularly using the argument of closer geographic proximity to Independent Gredavcat than Kington Langley in an attempt to strengthen this claim.

With dwindling support for the junta at home and the risk of a democratic revolution growing daily, the elite of Independent Gredavcat push for greater pressure on Kington Langley to relinquish their control of the islands in an attempt to pacify the population. Relying on the nationalism and praise for the regime that would undoubtedly come about should the country successfully gain possession of the islands, through any means necessary.

Prologue

The tiny settlement of Mallard Point, the centre of administration in South Grosvaer and the only settlement of significant size, was battered by the cold coastal winds of oncoming winter storms. So close to the South Pole, the days were dark and dreary this time of year. Despite these hardships, the approximately 2,500 islanders who lived within the settlement were happy to call it home and proud of the 'Grand Flag', the affectionate name given to the flag of Kington Langley, that fluttered rapidly alongside the ensign of the territory in the strong icy gusts.

While scared of the recent sabre-ratting of Independent Gredavcat, the islanders felt secure with the permanent presence of some 100 Royal Kingtonian Marines who constantly patrolled and trained within the settlement. Unbeknownst to the islanders however, these highly-trained troops of His Majesty's Armed Forces wouldn't stand a chance against even a small invasion force. Inadequacy on the part of the government in Kington Langley had left them with insufficient equipment and abysmal ammo reserves. Consequently, morale was low and each man knew that an invasion would mean certain defeat

The Crown Governor of the territory who, while a patriotic member of the Foreign Office and loyal servant of His Majesty, made clear to his staff on a daily basis that this was among his most unfortunate overseas postings. With little to do in the way of ceremonial duties and formal state events, he spent most of his uneventful days sat in his office in Government House, the official residence of the Crown Governor, meeting with elected ministers of the island's Legislative Council to discuss matters of importance or to act as carrier pigeon for the Foreign Office who, while normally happy to take a hands-off approach to administering their overseas possessions, were increasingly on edge over the escalating territorial dispute.

Mallard Point, South Grosvaer
SUNDAY - 20 JULY

Donald York was awoken suddenly by a loud bang that seemed to echo over the surrounding countryside.

"Have they attacked us?!" screamed the Crown Governor in a cold sweat, quickly bolting upright.

He turned to the window to see water droplets rapidly streak down the glass, his attention on them interrupted only momentarily by the occasional blue glows that seemed to light up the rapidly moving clouds overhead. It soon and, rather embarrassingly, became apparent to him that it was merely another thunderstorm passing overhead.

"Christ alive... I need to get a grip" cursed Donald who, while not known among his peers for being cowardly, was dreading a possible invasion.

Rubbing his face, he clamoured out of bed and groggily prepared himself for another long day of doing next to nothing. Briefly stopping occasionally to look out the window at the hostile environment outside, working out the number of days he had left before he could go home. Straightening his tie, he walked into the poky kitchen-diner of his private quarters and prepared his breakfast. "Cornflakes or Cornflakes?" he jokingly grumbled to himself as he poured the packet over the chipped cereal bowl. So early in the morning, the sound of the individual flakes hitting the china bowl we like daggers in his ears. He walked to his door to see that one of his staff had already pushed under today's copy of The Kingsmouth Times. Carrying it to his breakfast table he sat down and proceeded to eat his less than fulfilling breakfast. Sipping at his tea he heard a knock at the door.

"Mr York? Sorry to disturb you but there are some important matters we need to discuss when you are ready"

He looked up from his newspaper, pondering in slight confusion for a minute he finally recognised it as the voice of his chief aide. Swallowing his cornflakes and yawning briefly before responding weakly.

"Thank you Simon" he paused briefly to take another sip of his tea and clear his throat "i'll be along shortly. Is today's agenda on my desk?"

"Yes sir, as is an urgent communique from Kingsmouth that arrived not moments ago"

"What does it say?"

"It is marked 'REDLETTER' sir, for your eyes only"

Not one to be dismissive in such a tense time, he hurriedly finished his cornflakes, took one last sip of his Earl Grey before reluctantly pouring it down the sink, brushed his teeth and quickly marched down to the administrative quarters of the complex. When he reached the doors to his office, his aide was outside at his own desk sorting through stacks of papers accumulated the previous day. Though calm in his demeanor, Donald saw the nervousness in his aide's eyes as he walked past and into his office. Closing the doors slowly he walked quickly to his desk, never once taking his eyes of the communique neatly left there by his aide. Nervous yet, at the same time, excited to discover the contents of the communique, he broke the tab and began to read it to himself.

REDLETTER COMMUNIQUE: FOR THE EYES OF DONALD YORK, THE CROWN GOVERNOR OF SOUTH GROSVAER
ISSUING DEPARTMENT: FOREIGN OFFICE, KINGSMOUTH
STATUS: URGENT

IT HAS COME TO OUR ATTENTION FROM SEVERAL OF OUR ACTIVE INFORMANTS THAT THE GOVERNMENT OF THE SELF-SUSTAINING REPUBLIC OF INDEPENDENT GREDAVCAT IS PLANNING TO SEVER FORMAL DIPLOMATIC COMMUNICATION WITH THE GRAND DUCHY OF KINGTON LANGLEY, WITHDRAWAL OF THEIR AMBASSADOR IN KINGSMOUTH EXPECTED TO BE IMMINENT.

NO WORD YET ON SUBSEQUENT PLANNED ACTIONS.

UNDER THE ASSUMPTION THAT CEASE OF DIPLOMATIC RELATIONS MAY LEAD TO ECONOMIC EMBARGO OF SOUTH GROSVAER.

SHOULD RUMOURS PROVE TRUE, THREAT LEVEL SHALL BE INCREASED FROM 1 TO 2 - INCREASED READINESS.

ROYAL KINGTONIAN MARINE GARRISON ON SOUTH GROSVAER HAS BEEN ALERTED TO THE POTENTIAL ELEVATED THREAT LEVEL.

FULL-SCALE INVASION OF SOUTH GROSVAER STILL REGARDED AS HIGHLY UNLIKELY.

RECOMMEND CROWN GOVERNOR ACTS ACCORDINGLY.

END COMMUNICATION.

Donald slammed the letter on his desk. His pens and papers bounced into the air before falling back to earth, scattering all over the floor surrounding him. Startled by the noise, his aide Simon poked his head round the door to see what was going on. He saw his red-faced boss staring angrily at the piece of paper he had just so violently pushed against the leather-topped hardwood desk. A timid man, he reluctantly found the courage to approach slightly.

"Are you ok sir?"

Donald nodded, signalling his aide to come in and take a seat opposite.

"Come in Simon"

His aide reluctantly sat down in the chair opposite the Crown Governor who had cooled down slightly by the time he had reached the desk.

"I don't know how much more of this I can take"

"What do you mean sir?"

"The Foreign Office has got more wind of sabre-rattling from Independent Gredavcat"

"Do they expect an invasion sir?"

"No! Of course not. They would never attack us" the governor responded in a confident tone. "I think you will find their bark is infinitely bigger than their bite"

Both men chuckled slightly over the crazy idea of Independent Gredavcat invading the islands before the governor politely dismissed his aide. As he heard his receding footsteps, his smile slowly disappeared from his face. Turning in his chair to face the window, he looked out across the ocean in the direction of Independent Gredavcat and seriously hoped that his assumption of peace was correct.

by **Independent Gredavcat** » Mon Jul 21, 2014 3:21 am

Sunday 20th July
Independent Gredavcat City
The Self-Sustaining Republic of Independent Gredavcat

The cold, harsh wind blew against The War Secretary's office window - even in July temperatures were just above freezing. Inside the office sat Georgi Pazlow. He was an extremely patriotic, all guns blazing type of man - a hero of The Independence War.

For a while now the economic and political situation in his country had steadily declined. 25% of the population unemployed and an estimated 40% living in poverty. Most of the Government budget went towards the military as the threat of a Gredavcatian invasion was very high (Gredavcat being the nation Independent Gredavcat seceded from). Every man in Parliament knew the something was needed in order to unite the population, in order for each and every person to feel proud of their land once again.

The South Grosvaer Islands always sparked up anger in Independent Gredavcat, due to a very brief occupation of the islands many believed it rightfully belonged to them. It was no use pressing for a referendum on who the islands should belong to as most of the inhabitants were loyal to Kington Langley.

For almost a year Parliament had debated the possibility of an invasion of the Islands and today the proposition would be accepted or decline. Four hours of debate had not helped the MPs come any closer to reaching a decision. Eventually, after Seven hours of argument, the decision was made to invade The South Grosvaer Islands under the belief that such an unimportant territory would not be contested by Kington Langley. The fact that a small garrison of Kingtonian Marines were stationed there also sweetened the deal. It was made official when the The War Secretary's signature was printed on the Invasion Bill - he signed it with a heavy heart.

That same day the Navy frigates 'Abrianski' and 'President Popov', along with the troop transport ship 'Independence', were being prepared for the relatively short journey to The Islands. A total of 2,500 Independent Gredavcatian troops would be crammed onboard the 'Independence', ready to launch an amphibious assault. Most of these troops were conscripts but they did receive relatively good training.

Meanwhile, The Independent Gredavcatian Foreign Ambassador in Kingsmouth had, as Kington Langley expected, withdrawn. He was now on the first flight back to Independent Gredavcat. Tensions were now at an all time high

The invasion force, or Task Force 9 as it was now known, would be ready within days - the Government had practiced assembling troops and ships in the past for exactly this purpose. This time it was for real.

Tuesday 22nd July

The invasion force was ready. At 9:00am on a frosty morning the three ships quietly slipped out of port. Not even the service men's families knew where they were going - everything was shrouded in secrecy. It wouldn't be until the men set foot on South Grosvaer that their families would be informed.

The ships pushed on humbly - there was no waving crowds, no cheering or cries of good luck, just an empty dock with a deathly coldness in the air.

Every man had received their specific orders - some were to ensure the capture of important areas, such as Mallard Point. Others were told to ensure the safety of the civilian population. The initial amphibious attack by the vast majority of the 2,500 soldiers was scheduled for 2:00pm that same day. Troops would storm the beach (hopefully unhindered) and then move on to take care of the small garrison of Kingtonian Marines. Each man had orders to capture the enemy when possible, but if this was not possible the use of deadly force was permitted. Even with the rocky terrain the hope was that the main settlement, Mallard Point, would be taken by at least 7:00pm that night. If all went well The Islands would be under Independent Gredavcatian control within five hours of the first soldier setting foot on the Islands.

It was now 1:45pm - fifteen minutes until the attack. Men were already onboard their amphibious assault vehicles. There was no turning back now. The future of The South Grosvaer Islands and, indeed, Independent Gredavcat depended on the success of this invasion and occupation.

by **Kington Langley** » Mon Jul 21, 2014 2:43 pm

Government House, Mallard Point, South Grosvaer
TUESDAY - 22 JULY

Donald sat in his office in total silence, the gentle ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner of the room and the occasional creak from the worn wood-framed windows being somewhat amplified because of it. Occasionally sipping a small glass of port left over from the cheese portion of lunch, he slowly pondered over a number of Foreign Office communiques which had recently been sent to him in quick succession. Content in the warm silence, his neck quickly snapped upright at the sound of a deafening bang. Recovering from the shock, he realised it was his aide Simon who, barging in unannounced, was rapidly approaching the governor.

"What is the meaning of this Simon?" Said Donald in an angry tone "as the representative of His Majesty in his absence, you are to knock before entering".

"My apologies sir" he replied, almost out of breath "but I fear that more important issues are arising as we speak sir".

"What on Earth do you mean? If it's to do with the upcoming Legislative Council reception, ask Susan she's organising the bloody thing".

"I implore you to accompany me sir" he said, signalling the governor to follow him.

Having known Simon for many years, never witnessing him in such a state of shock, he knew that it must be a serious matter. Staring into his aide's eyes he nodded slightly in compliance.

Both men speedily walked through the corridors which seemed unusually quiet. As they approached the doors to the building's entrance, Donald saw that most of the staff had assembled at the foot of the steps outside. Amid the shocked gasps were people pointing out to sea. Reaching the small sea of people, Donald proceeded to push his way to the front. As he made his way through the mass of people, he quietly hoped it was something trivial but, as he pushed through into the front, he already knew what the fuss was about.

A foreign naval force had appeared in the South Grosvaer Sound, just visible through the last of the morning sea fog, small boats that looked like landing craft were heading rapidly towards the shoreline just north of Mallard Point. While no effort had been made to contact the fleet yet, he knew that the ships were from Independent Gredavcat and that the invasion of South Grosvaer had begun. He pushed his way back through the confused and increasingly frightened staff. Making it back through the door, he marched back to his office and hastily began composing a short telegram for the Foreign Office.

COMMUNIQUE: FOREIGN OFFICE, KINGSMOUTH
ISSUER: DONALD YORK, CROWN GOVERNOR OF SOUTH GROSVAER
STATUS: URGENT

FOREIGN TASKFORCE HAS APPEARED IN SOUTH GROSVAER SOUND, CLOSEST VESSELS NO MORE THAN 5 MILES OFF-SHORE.

CONTACT YET TO BE ESTABLISHED, ASSUMED TO BE FROM INDEPENDENT GREDAVCAT.

LANDING CRAFT SPOTTED, PRESUMED HOSTILE, ESTIMATED SIZE OF LANDING FORCE CURRENTLY UNKNOWN.

ADVISE THREAT LEVEL BE INCREASED FROM 2-3 : WAR IMMINENT.

RESPOND POST-HASTE.

He sighed and turned towards his desk, he stopped abruptly as he saw his bottle of port in the cabinet in the corner. He sat in his chair, pulled the cork and took a swig from the bottle "probably best if I finish this" he said to himself "wouldn't want to waste such good port on those filthy Independent Gredavcatians". He continued to chuckle weakly at his attempts at humour before uttering"which reminds me". He put the bottle down, composed himself, and proceeded to write a telegram to the invading taskforce, as per diplomatic protocol.

COMMUNIQUE: FOREIGN TASKFORCE, SOUTH GROSVAER SOUND
ISSUER: DONALD YORK, CROWN GOVERNOR OF SOUTH GROSVAER
STATUS: URGENT

WE INSIST THAT YOU REFRAIN IN YOUR ACTIONS TO VIOLATE OUR SOVEREIGNTY. ON BEHALF OF HIS MAJESTY'S GOVERNMENT, I DEMAND THAT YOUR FORCES LEAVE OUR TERRITORIAL WATERS IMMEDIATELY AND ANY LAND UNITS DEPLOYED WITHIN THE ISLANDS BE ORDERED TO STAND DOWN.

CONTINUANCE OF THESE BELLIGERENT ACTIONS WILL BE CONSIDERED A DECLARATION OF WAR AGAINST THE GRAND DUCHY OF KINGTON LANGLEY. OUR UNITS WILL USE FORCE IF NECESSARY. THIS IS YOUR ONE AND ONLY WARNING. CEASE AND DESIST.

RESPOND POST-HASTE.

"Simon!" shouted the governor.

"Y-yes sir?" responded Simon meekly from behind the door.

"It would seem that Independent Gredavcat has done the unthinkable" he paused briefly, rubbing his temples and sighing gently "Order the marines to mobilise and get to their pre-arranged defensive positions"

"Yes sir"

RKM barracks, Mallard Point, South Grosvaer
TUESDAY - 22 JULY

"Atten-tion!"

The 100-strong island garrison of Royal Kingtonian Marines lined up in the barracks courtyard and awaited further instructions. Jeremy Lawrence, commanding officer in charge of the garrison, slowly walked into the courtyard. His boots echoing around the complex. As he approached his men, he saw the fear in their eyes. While, in any other situation, such fear must be drummed out before going into combat, he understood their feelings. They were easily outnumbered 10:1 with no hope of reinforcements in sight. The brutal reputation of Independent Gredvcat's military junta meant that the idea of being taken prisoner and interned was just as gruelling to the troops as death. Nevertheless, Lawrence stood tall in front of his men and began to address them.

"Today, that 'what if' scenario that has kept us awake for so long has finally come true. Independent Gredavcat has come to take these islands without the consent of its people or government. I don't care what they call it over there, in Kington Langley we call that an invasion, an occupation, a subjugation. You are one of the best trained fighting forces in this world but, no matter how hard you fight, no matter how big your balls are, that won't be anywhere near enough to achieve victory in any form."

Lawrence briefly paused, seeing the Grand Flag flutter majestically above the barrack quarters, before quickly returning to his troops.

"I can guarantee you that our flag, the one flying proudly over this barracks right now, will not be there this time tomorrow. That is the truth. This was not a propaganda victory speech. This was not a list of reasons for why we will still be here tomorrow. It was the truth."

The courtyard was silent, the only sound coming from the cold howling winds that were sweeping down from the rooftops in strong sporadic gusts.

"Are you ready to do your duty lads!"

"Yes sir"

At an orderly pace, the marines marched out of the barracks and towards Mallard Point at the base of the hill. Many briefly looked back, wondering if they will ever see their training grounds again. While none were locals, many had become affectionate towards the territory during their posting.

Upon reaching Mallard Point, the majority of troops set up defensive positions around key strategic entrances to the settlement while the rest where assigned to protect Government House. Expecting to be pushed back almost immediately following the first engagements, the plan was for all forces to retreat to Government House where they were expected to hold out as long as possible. Fearing that the Independent Gredavcatian ships may attempt to bombard the settlement before the arrival of their troops, all civilians have been moved to either the Church or the non-executive Meeting Hall to protect them from the crossfire as much as possible. Until relieved by Independent Gredavcatian forces, a small group of marines would also watch over these civilians.

Government House, Mallard Point, South Grosvaer
TUESDAY - 22 JULY

"Sir, Sir! The marines are in position and all civilians in Mallard Point have been moved to the designated 'safe zones" shouted Simon from the other side of the governor's office door.

"Excellent. I suppose all we can do now is pray things won't escalate".

As his aide walked back to his desk, the governor was left sat in silence. Alone once again with his loud grandfather clock, now chiming 2:00pm local time, which seemed to be counting the seconds a little slower than before. Coming from a prestigious diplomatic family, he wasn't prepared for life in a warzone, especially one in which he would act as the senior representative of his country in any negotiations. Pouring himself another glass of port, he let out a long sigh before proceeding to switch on the radio, attempting to drown out the outside world to the tune of Beethoven.

by **Independent Gredavcat** » Tue Jul 22, 2014 3:26 am

Navy Frigate 'President Popov'
South Grosvaer Territorial Waters
Tuesday - 22 July

Captain Shirkov stood proudly on the bridge of the small Independent Gredavcatian frigate. He loved war and made no secret of it. The fact that orders had been issued to take prisoners first, and kill as a last resort, disgusted him. However, orders were orders - especially when they came straight from the President himself.

"Time? Mr Rascalov!" He barked.

"13:59, Sir" Replied his First Officer.

"Good. Sound action stations. Launch Operation Meltdown!"

"With pleasure, Sir." Rascalov said as he pressed a button on the control panel to sound the start of the attack.

Men rushed to their stations and the amphibious assault vehicles started their journey towards the landing grounds. It was the largest invasion force ever assembled by Independent Gredavcat.

Captain Shirkov grabbed the PA microphone.

"Soldiers of Independent Gredavcat - the day of glory has arrived! Retake these islands and honour our ancestors who first claimed the islands for our nation. Be brave, Comrades, be brave!"

Putting down the microphone, Shirkov dictated a message to his Personal Assistant.

Communique: Donald York, Crown Governor of South Grosvaer
Issuer: Captain Yuri Shirkov, Captain of IGS Popov, Task Force Commander
Status: Urgent

THE INDEPENDENT GREDAVCATIAN TASK FORCE WILL NOT WITHDRAW FROM THIS AREA. INVASION IS IMMINENT. ON BEHALF OF MY PRESIDENT I ADVISE YOU TO MOVE ALL CIVILIANS TO SAFE AREAS.

WE ARE AWARE OF YOUR MILITARY STRENGTH WITHIN THE ISLANDS. ORDER YOUR SOLDIERS TO STAND DOWN. THEY WILL BE TAKEN PRISONER AND TREATED HUMANLY.

WE KNOW THAT YOU CANNOT DEFEAT OUR INVASION FORCE. WE URGE YOU TO SURRENDER. NO LIVES NEED TO BE WASTED.

I TRUST YOU WILL MAKE THE CORRECT DECISION.

Landing Area, South Grosvaer.

Meanwhile, aboard the many amphibious assault vehicles men prayed and readied themselves. Despite their fierce reputation, religion and morality was still at the centre of family life in Independent Gredavcat. Poverty and unemployment were rife, yet most families managed to make it to church on a Sunday - giving what little they had.

The beach drew closer. The mishmash of amphibious tanks, RHIBs and landing craft had reached the beach. Men dashed from cover to cover, expecting a hail of bullets. But nothing happened. All that could be heard was the wind, the shouts of Sergeants and the engines of vehicles. It took almost an hour to successfully get all the men ashore.

The order was given the move inland. The next major objective: Mallard Point. A force of around 2,000 men would attempt to take the settlement. 500 had stayed to tidy things up at the beach and achieve other minor objectives, such as setting up communication and command posts.

As the mighty force of 2,000 edged closer toward Mallard Point the thought of the Royal Kingtonian Marines entered the minds of the soldiers. Each man genuinely hoped that the Marines would surrender - to fight would be suicide. Needless blood would be spilled.

The terrain, as expected, slowed the advance down but by 17:55 the troops had Mallard Point within their sights. Cold, tired and hoping for a quick 'victory' the men prepared themselves. The force was split into 3 elements - the main body of 1,000 men would storm through any potential defenders through the middle while 2 smaller bodies of around 500 each would attack from the sides.

At 18:27, after a short break for a cup of tea, the order was given to attack. The plan was to clear out Mallard Point building by building, then capture Government House. It was meant to go like clockwork.

The men attacking the main settlement did not know if the Marines had surrendered or not. Only time would tell. 2,000 men, previously from all walks of life, advanced at walking pace towards Mallard Point.

by **Kington Langley** » Tue Jul 22, 2014 2:29 pm

Mallard Point, South Grosvaer
20 JULY - 2:00pm

The sound of thumping boots echoed throughout Mallard Point as the marines scrambled to their positions. The little ammo that was given to the garrison was quickly distributed as was the sandbags to set up makeshift defensive positions on the main streets in and out of the settlement. Fully established in their locations they fell silent and awaited further orders.

At Government House, papers little the corridors as the governor ordered all sensitive material such as gathered intelligence, military plans and detailed military maps of the islands destroyed so they could not be utilised by the enemy. When completed, all non-essential staff were ordered to join civilians in designated 'safe' zones.

Sitting in his office, an empty bottle of port on his desk, the governor watched through his slightly open door at the chaos outside. Aides and local politicians running frantically clutching stacks of papers. His aide Simon entered the room, forgetting to knock again in his panic. Understanding the mental strain the invasion must be having on his humble assistant, he didn't even mention his error in etiquette. Instead, he raised his head slowly and acknowledged his presence with a slight nod.

"The destruction of sensitive material is almost complete sir"

"Thank you Simon" the governor finished the last of the port in the bottom of his glass and turned to his aide once again "I understand what you must be going through, I am not immune to the fear myself" he put down his glass, stood up and looked his aide in the eyes "but I must ask that you remain at my side until the end, can you do that?"

Looking out the window at the advancing enemy forces, Simon didn't need to think. The idea of abandoning an extension of the monarch himself and running away sickened him to the core. Besides, what good would it do? The only way off the island was in the custody of the Independent Gredavcatian Navy. Turning back to the governor he replied "It is my duty to serve the Crown Governor, regardless of the circumstances, I shall remain at Government House for as long as you need me sir".

Nodding his approval, he politely signalled his aide to return to his duties. As his assistant closed the door, the governor leaned back in his chair. Closing his eyes and wondering what would become of the Kingtonian-cultured people of the islands, would they be allowed to stay? Would they be expelled to have Independent Gredavcatians take their place? Before he could think about it any more, he was distracted by an knock at his door.

"Come in"

It was Simon again, however this time he held a small piece of paper.

"It is a response from the Independent Gredavcatian taskforce sir" he said, placing it on the governor's desk.

"Thank you" the governor responded to Simon, who was already making his way out of the room.

Sighing briefly, fearing the worst, he looked down at the piece of paper in his hand. Reading it to himself, while it didn't result in the withdrawal of invading forces, his spirits were lifted by their willingness to invade without the spilling of Kingtonian blood, complete with a promise to treat all captives humanely. Gently placing he paper back on his desk, he knew that he had to make a decision. As the invading forces came closer, there was no time to summon the Legislative Council to have a vote, the Independent Gredavcatians had already established a beach head.

The decision, a decision which could change the course of history in both nations, was his and his alone whether he wanted it or not. He thought out the potential outcomes of both scenarios, needlessly lose Kingtonian lives and be viewed a hero, valiantly defending the territory to the last marine? Or throw in the towel without firing a shot, potentially leaving his reputation and the reputation of his country in tatters. As the enemy drew closer, he knew that he could never come to a decision he was 100% comfortable with. But, while he loved his country dearly, he valued its citizens more. With a somewhat heavy heart, he ordered the marines to throw down their arms and allow Independent Gredavcatian troops into the settlement. As the order was distributed, he composed a response to Captain Yuri Shirkov of the IGS Popov, informing him of the decision.

COMMUNIQUE: YURI SHIRKOV, CAPTAIN OF THE IGS POPOV, COMMANDER OF THE INDEPENDENT GREDAVCATIAN TASKFORCE
ISSUER: DONALD YORK, CROWN GOVERNOR OF SOUTH GROSVAER
STATUS: URGENT

WITH A HEAVY HEART, I HAVE DECIDED TO ACCEPT YOUR TERMS.

THE ISLAND GARRISON OF 100 ROYAL KINGTONIAN MARINES HAS BEEN ORDERED TO THROW DOWN THEIR ARMS AND ARE AWAITING THE ARRIVAL OF YOUR FORCES.

ROYAL KINGTONIAN MARINES DEPLOYED AROUND GOVERNMENT HOUSE AND THE CIVILIAN SAFE ZONES HAVE BEEN INSTRUCTED TO REMAIN AT THEIR POSTS UNTIL RELIEVED BY YOUR FORCES. REMAINING GARRISON TROOPS STATIONED AROUND MALLARD POINT HAVE RETURNED TO THEIR BARRACKS AND ARE AWAITING THE ARRIVAL OF YOUR FORCES.

I AM AWAITING THE ARRIVAL, OF EITHER YOURSELF OR OTHER SENIOR REPRESENTATIVE AUTHORISED TO REPRESENT YOUR NATION, AT GOVERNMENT HOUSE TO NEGOTIATE THE TERMS OF OUR SURRENDER. SECURITY FORCES GUARDING THE COMPLEX HAVE BEEN ORDERED TO STAND DOWN.

"I hope this was the right decision" said the governor, slowly making his way back to his quarters to prepare for the arrival of the Independent Gredavcatian commanders to negotiate and formalise the surrender of the islands.

With the order to surrender having been distributed to the various defending positions the marines, except the ones guarding Government House and the civilian safe zones, returned to the barracks where they neatly laid down their arms in the courtyard. The white flag was draped over the arch that led into the courtyard while the marines stood at attention, awaiting the arrival of the invading troops to relieve them from their posts. Jeremy Lawrence, the commander of the garrison, stood apart from the troops in the centre, ready to hand over command of the barracks to Independent Gredavcat.

With no turning back now, everyone on South Grosvaer waited anxiously for the arrival of their occupiers.

by **Independent Gredavcat** » Wed Jul 23, 2014 8:57 am

South Grosvaer Territorial Waters
Tuesday 22 July

Captain Shirkov stood diligently on the bridge of his ship routinely scanning the theatre of operations he now found himself in. It was now 18:30 the attack on Mallard Point should have started by now but a communique from Donald York had stopped that - he had accepted the proposal. Again Shirkov dictated a response to his PA.

Communique: Donald York, Crown Governor of South Grosvaer
Issuer: Captain Yuri Shirkov, Captain of IGS Popov, Task Force Commander
Status: Urgent

ON BEHALF OF MY PRESIDENT WE ARE GLAD THAT YOU HAVE ACCEPTED OUR PROPOSAL. YOUR TROOPS WILL BE RELIEVED OF THEIR POSTS UPON OUR ARRIVAL.

I, CAPTAIN YURI SHIRKOV, WILL COME ASHORE AND NEGOTIATE PEACE TERMS WITH YOU, CROWN GOVERNOR DONALD YORK, WITHIN THE HOUR.

YOUR SOLDIERS WILL BE TEMPORALLY DETAINED. THE CIVILIAN POPULATION WILL BE TREATED WITH DIGNITY AND RESPECT.

WE THANK YOU FOR CHOOSING THE RIGHT DECISION DURING THIS DIFFICULT TIME.

By 18:45 the welcoming news that the Kingtonians had decided not to fight in vain had reached the Independent Gredavcatian troops. With renewed spirits the entered Mallard Point with no resistance, although a few locals did give them dirty looks. For some inhabitants it was all too much and many broke in to tears. Others simply stood there resolutely with the stiff upper lip that had come to symbolise Kington Langley.

Some 2,000 Independent Gredavcatian soldiers marched through Mallard Point in perfect marching formation. With their chins up and weapons by their side with bayonets fixed it was a sight to behold.

At the designated 'safe zones' the Kingtonian troops were relieved by the Independent Gredavcatians. The civilians were told that the could return home. At Government House too the Kingtonian Marines had been replaced by the stoic faces of the 'enemy'.

Finally, at the Royal Kingtonian Marine's Barracks all of the 100 men stood smartly at attention on the parade square. Jeremy Lawrence stood apart from his men, awaiting the arrival of his reliever.

A small party of 8 Independent Gredavcatian Army soldiers marched quickly towards the party of 100 Marines. Lead by a Major Prieski, the 'colour party' stopped, turned to the left and stood at ease. Major Prieski then came to attention and marched towards Lawrence. Prieski saluted Lawrence and he returned the gesture. At that moment the Independent Gredavcatian 'colour party' sprung into action lowering down slowly the Kingtonian flag. After about 30 seconds the flagpole was bare. Then the flag of Independent Gredavcat crept up the pole. The transfer was complete.

It was all very dignified. The Kingtonian Marines including Lawrence were marched towards their temporary place of incarceration - the Community Hall in Mallard Point. So far the Independent Gredavcatians had not lived up to their malevolent reputation and they intended to keep it that way.

19:34

Captain Shirkov's personal car pulled up at Government House, which was now swarming with Independent Gredavcatian troops hoping to take in the new culture they were now experiencing.

Dressed in his fully Navy uniform Shirkov looked smart, he thought about wearing his medals but decided against it. His brightly polished shoes tapped against the stairs as he ascended through the front doors and into the centre of Government House. After being saluted by various times by the troops under his command and after being looked at oddly by the remaining Government staff, he eventually came to the office of Crown Governor Donald York. He chapped three times and entered.

There he was - Donald York. Sitting upright in his chair the two men locked eyes for the first time.

"Crown Governor York, a pleasure to meet at last."

Yuri did not sit down, he preferred to wait until being invited to sit by York.

"Mr York, may I first of all thank you, in person, for making a correct but difficult choice. You have my work as an officer and a gentlemen that your Marines will be treated with the upmost respect. Currently they are being 'held' at the Community Hall."

Yuri let out of wheezing cough.

"As for your civilians - they can carry on as they would any other day."

Shirkov's piercing Blue eyes focused on York's.

"Now for more serious matters, I'm afraid. The terms of 'peace'"

He didn't like to use the word surrender in fear of offending York.

"Perhaps we should start by talking about what your terms are, then we could work around that?"

As the two Navy Frigates patrolled the waters and as the soldiers patrolled the streets the islands of South Grosvaer were, for now, Independent Gredavcatian.

by **Kington Langley** » Wed Jul 23, 2014 5:57 pm

Government House, Mallard Point, South Grosvaer
22 JULY - 8:40pm

"Hello, Captain Shirkov" said the governor, trying to sound as neutral as possible. The last thing he would want to do is offend the taskforce commander by sounding too hostile or, at the same time, come off as too friendly in light of the situation. He gestured politely towards the chair in front of his desk "please, have a seat".

Not knowing how civil the captain wanted to handle the negotiations, he let him start the conversation to prevent any misunderstanding. As the captain spoke the governor remained silent, listening carefully, only nodding occasionally to reaffirm to the captain he still had his attention.

As the captain finished, asking him to state his terms, York wasted no time in getting down to business.

"Thank you captain" responded the governor politely.

"I request that myself and other foreign-based representatives of the crown, including non-essential diplomatic staff, be granted safe passage back to Kington Langley. As non-combatants, it would be unlawful to detain us without reason. If, for whatever reason, you see fit to detain me and/or other Kingtonian nationals present within the South Grosvaer Islands for the duration of this conflict I will, of course, comply completely with your law enforcement officials."

Pausing briefly to make sure the captain was still listening, he continued.

"Secondly, I request that all Royal Kingtonian Marines in your captivity remain on South Grosvaer for the duration of their temporary detention, extradition to Independent Gredavcat under the circumstances would be unnecessary. Also, not meaning to offend, but I understand that your internment facilities have a reputation for being sub-par to say the least. I wouldn't want to see their lives put in danger due to squalid conditions."

Clearing his throat, he moved quickly onto the next point.

"I am not fully aware of any current travel restrictions on people who live within Independent Gredavcat but, I humbly request that citizens of South Grosvaer be allowed to leave and enter the territory as they wish. Many islanders commute to other countries and regions on a regular basis thus freedom of movement is essential to the local economy."

He sighed, unsure whether or not to mention his next point. While it was as equally important as the others, he feared for the potential repercussions it could have on the islanders if he pushed the subject too far. Initially opting to remain silent on the matter, he found himself looking up at the portrait of the monarch that hung proudly on the wall behind the captain. "What am I thinking?" he thought to himself "It is my duty to protect the interests of His Majesty's subjects". Looking the captain directly in the eyes and leaning forward slightly in his chair, making sure Shirkov understood the seriousness and importance of his final statement, the governor addressed the captain rather sternly.

"Finally, if you don't mind Captain Shirkov, I want you to be frank with me".

Not waiting for the captain to agree to giving a frank response, the governor continued.

"I would like to know your plans for the future. Will South Grosvaer eventually be subjected to a heartless colonial and relocation policy, where the current population of 3,000 people is expelled and replaced without compassion or compensation? Or will the inhabitants of this archipelago be allowed to live in peace, under the laissez-faire administration of your government?"

Maintaining unwavering eye contact, he finished his statement.

"Of course, while I am in no position to influence you otherwise, my duty as a loyal servant of Kington Langley is to look out for the interests of her citizens. Therefore, I hope you can understand the need for me to question you on such a controversial subject."

Still looking the captain in the eyes, York slowly leaned backwards in his chair. Returning to a more relaxed persona before calmly saying a final sentence.

"That is all I have to say for the moment captain, if any of these terms are unacceptable to you, I am open to your suggestions."

Glad to have got it off his chest, he returned to an upright position and patiently awaited the captain's response to his various requests and questions put forward. While slightly nervous, fearing the captain's reaction to his various statements, he remained unyielding, proudly demonstrating the famous Kingtonian stiff upper lip.

by **Independent Gredavcat** » Thu Jul 24, 2014 3:12 am

Government House, Mallard Point, South Grosvaer
22 July 8:40pm

Captain Shirkov sat down and listened to Crown Governor York speak his terms. Shirkov, occasional nodding, took in and processed the information now being presented to him.

He cleared his throat.

"Crown Governor, effective immediately all Kington Langley Government representatives and staff have our permission to travel safely back to their homeland."

The section of York's speech about the 'sub par' prisons in Independent Gredavcat made Shirkov laugh a little inside. It was true - life expectancy in prison was 50 years old compared to 65 years old in the rest of the country.

"You also have my word that your Marines will continue to be held here. Latest reports say that the Community Hall is a little crowded but your men are being fed and watered well. Admittedly, a few are sharing bunks but apart from that conditions there a superb."

Having slid down his chair while talking, Yuri straightened himself up.

"Citizens of South Grosvaer can come and go as they please. So long as their activities do not threaten our forces here on the Islands - if you know what in mean."

Scratching his beard, he continued.

"As for our plans for South Grosvaer, even I do not know that. Only my President and his Senior Officials are aware of what will happen. However, an old friend of mine, Karl, high up in the Government tells me that things will be the same. The people here know their land - they are experts. Exiling them would ruin these beautiful Islands forever. Naturally some Independent Gredavcatians will arrive here in order to escape the squalor and Disease of their homeland. However, I estimate this number to be below 500 people, as most don't have the money to move elsewhere."

The thought of thousands of Independent Gredavcatians rushing to the nearest port trying to get a ship to South Grosvaer saddened Yuri. Unexpectedly he opened up to York.

"Donald, my nation was a prosperous one in the past. Now people kill for food and water. Most of our budget has to spent on the military due to a constant threat of invasion. Times are tough back home, tougher than ever. Perhaps, this territory, who ever it may belong to, can offer some hope for those in despair."

Now starting to get a lump in his throat Yuri stopped himself.

"But I digress."

Shirkov edged closer towards Donald.

"I wish to thank you, not on behalf of my President or some other faceless official, but man to man. Your actions this day have saved many lives."

He bowed his head as a mark of respect.

Port Zhaz, Independent Gredavcat.
22 July 8:50pm

Port Zhaz - usually a sleepy commercial shipping port. Now a sea of people and activity. Being loaded on to an old transport ship were two fighter jets of the Independent Gredavcatian Air Force - the aircraft were 10 years out of date but their presence on South Grosvaer would be a show of strength by the occupying forces. Not to mention the medium distance patrols they could offer, the jets would be valuable in repelling an attack if and when one occurred. The aircraft were scheduled to arrive within two days.

Also on the obsolete merchant transport vessel were 400 Independent Gredavcatians, just as Yuri predicted, trying to escape the poverty of their homeland. Out of the 150,000 that had applied only 400 had been accepted. The Government felt that to introduce a large urban population to the harsh Islands would be catastrophic. Plus the Government was taking the laizze-faire approach - they did not want to to drastically change the lives of the native Islanders.

The invasion had succeeded and a small colonisation programme was being put into effect. Everything was going well. Too well.

by **Kington Langley** » Thu Jul 24, 2014 10:05 am

Government House, Mallard Point, South Grosvaer
22 JULY - 8:40pm

York listened as the captain responded calmly to his terms. While many of them would have enraged a short-tempered individual, the governor was humbled by Shirkov's civility and, by the end, his open-heartedness. Having been rather cold and unwelcoming up until this point, the governor felt it would be a betrayal of the captain's efforts to have a heartfelt conversation to continue without loosening up himself. Having adopted a stiff and formal position for the duration of the negotiations, York slouched slightly and began to share in the somewhat informal atmosphere that had developed.

Seeing sadness in the captain's face as he listened to him talk of the hardships the people of his nation endured on a daily basis, the governor felt a sense of sorrow and pity for Independent Gredavcat welling up inside. Always knowing that a sizeable percentage of people in Independent Gredavcat were living below the poverty line, he was saddened to learn that many had come to view South Grosvaer almost as a Shangri La, where the most unfortunate could come to escape destitution. As the captain finished, York spoke once more albeit much more informally and with a somewhat heartfelt undertone that reciprocated Shirkov's.

"Yuri, I... I cannot even begin to imagine the effects of the terrible poverty that has stricken your once prosperous nation. Studying the history of South Grosvaer prior to accepting the position of Crown Governor, I discovered that both our territories once maintained an open economic relationship that benefited both our peoples, not plagued by the restrictions and diplomatic tensions we see today. The knowledge that this was all thrown away for the sake of pride and nationalism only saddens me more."

Looking away, almost weeping, he regained his form and continued.

"Believe me, I do not look down upon the people of Independent Gredavcat in any shape or form. I would be the first person to stand up in the chamber of the House of Commons to promote closer trade links between our two nations. But I do not and I never will support what you are doing here nor will my government. Surely, as a man of honour, you must know deep down that this invasion was unjustified? I do not expect you to answer that, I am sure you have been told from birth that your nation has some sort of bloodright to these islands, I only ask that you seriously think about it over the coming weeks."

Not knowing if Shirkov had got the hint that York expected action on the part of his government to retake the islands, York stood as the captain went to leave. Touched by the sincere remarks the captain made before departing, he reciprocated the head bow directed at him, acknowledging and returning the respect so graciously bestowed upon him by the man who had just successfully ended over 170 years of continuous Kingtonian rule in South Grosvaer.

As the captain left the room, accompanied by his entourage, the governor let out a sigh of relief "that went better than expected" he thought to himself. Straightening his tie, he knew that it wasn't long before the new administration would seek to expel him and the rest of his staff from the islands. Prior to making his way back to his quarters, he composed a short telegram to the Foreign Office, informing them of the fall of the territory and his decision to surrender without firing a shot.

Sending the telegram, the last he would ever compose in his capacity as Crown Governor, he quietly hoped that his superiors and his country as a whole would understand the decisions he took during the invasion. If they couldn't, he only hoped that history would eventually forgive him. Happy that the telegram had been sent. he didn't even wait for a reply but simply strolled quietly back to his quarters.

As he quietly left the room, he wasn't greeted by the familiar faces of his staff, but the stoic faces of Independent Gredavcatian troops who had remained behind to guard Government House and, no doubt, search the place for any sensitive material that wasn't successfully destroyed. Slowly walking through the deserted corridors, he noticed many rectangular patches on the walls where portraits of the monarch and famous Kingtonian explorers once proudly hung.

He didn't have to wonder where they had been taken for long as, reaching his quarters, he found all the portraits had been neatly piled on the floor. On the various dressers and drawers in the room, the various Kingtonian flags and territorial ensigns from around the islands had been stacked and neatly folded.

Walking around his little apartment, he was pleased to see that, for the moment, the Independent Gredavcatians had respected his privacy. Everything was as he had left it, sitting on his bed with his eyes closed, one could almost forget that anything was out of the ordinary. Realising that troops could barge in any moment and force him to leave, he scurried through the room, hurridly collecting his belongings and throwing them into his four suitcases.

Suddenly, he heard a knock at the door. "Who could that be?" he wondered as he nervously approached. Opening the door at a relatively sluggish pace, he soon discovered it was Simon who, as promised, had remained at Government House. While not one for showing his emotions to his subordinates, his face noticeably lit up in the presence of his chief aide.

"Simon!" said the governor in a somewhat excited tone "what are you doing here? The negotiations are over, you are free to go."

"That is terribly kind of you" responded Simon, slightly grinning "but surely you'd be a mess without me sir"

"You're quite right, a meat-shield against the Independent Gredavcatian troops would come in handy" joked the governor "anyway, not trying to be rude but, why are you here?"

"Oh yes, sorry sir. I have a response from the Foreign Office. There is a merchant vessel, an ocean liner, that was on-route to South Grosvaer as part of a routine cruise. While, in light of the situation, the islands have rightly been removed from the list of destinations, they have been ordered by the government to make port and evacuate all Kingtonian nationals. As this isn't exactly the warmest time of year, the vessel is hardly operating at half capacity so there will be enough room for everyone who wants to leave. As the ship poses no threat to the invading taskforce, I am sure the Independent Gredavcatians will let it through. Anyhow, we have been told to expect them within the next few hours."

"Excellent, I suppose all we can do now is wait for their arrival."

House of Commons, Kingsmouth, Kington Langley
23 JULY - 1:20pm

The chamber of the House of Commons was loud with the talking and shouting of MPs who had commuted to Kingsmouth from across Kington Langley over the past 24 hours to hear the Prime Ministerial confirmation of the invasion of South Grosvaer, a remote Kingtonian territory in the southern hemisphere. As the Prime Minister of Kington Langley, Kevin Darling, entered the chamber, the noise intensified as the members shouted questions at the shaken leader. As the speaker brought the chamber to silence, he invited the Prime Minister to stand and make his statement.

"Mr. speaker" the Prime Minister opened.

"Breaking from convention, the House meets at this hour to discuss and respond to a matter of great importance, one that is likely to affect the nation and people of Kington Langley for many years to come."

The house groaned anxiously, awaiting the Prime Minister's next statement.

"Yesterday, at approximately one o'clock in the afternoon local time the islands of South Grosvaer, Kingtonian sovereign territory, were attacked and occupied by the armed forces of Independent Gredavcat. This belligerent foreign power then proceeded to establish full military control headed by Captain Yuri Shirkov of the IPS Popov who also acted as the commander of the invading forces, usurping the lawful Kingtonian government of the islands in the process."

The Prime Minister paused briefly as the house momentarily groaned in disgust, after a few moments it quietened down again. The Prime Minister continued.

"A small force of some 100 Royal Kingtonian Marines was present within the islands during the time of the invasion, tasked with defending the territory. However, outnumbered 20:1, the Crown Governor Donald York knew that any effort to resist would not result in a Kingtonian victory. Not wanting the jeopardise the lives of these soldiers in vain, the governor took the hard decision to surrender the territory without resistance."

While a number mumbled in disapproval, the majority of the House appeared to support his decision.

"Mr. Speaker. I am completely confident that the House in its entirety will join with me in condemning this completely unprovoked and unlawful act of aggression against the Grand Duchy of Kington Langley by the Self-Sustaining Republic of Independent Gredavcat."

MPs from all parties shouted a resounding "hear hear" to the Prime Minister's call for support in condemning Independent Gredavcat.

"Mr. Speaker. I am saddened to report that a sufficient level of communication was not successfully established during the invasion. It was only when the Crown Governor and his staff were safely aboard a merchant vessel bound for Kington Langley did I learn what had happened."

Looking around, ensuring he had the undivided attention of the House, he continued.

"The Independent Gredavcatian attack, called Operation Meltdown though this is unconfirmed, occurred at approximately one o'clock local time, six o'clock our time. While the Crown Governor has made clear that the task of coordinating the defence of the territory made constant communication with the Foreign Office impossible, I feel it is important to note that atmospheric conditions make communication with Mallard Point difficult at the best of times."

He paused for a brief moment, catching his breath, before quickly moving onto the next point.

"During my brief personal conversation with the Crown Governor following his evacuation from the islands, he spoke of the bravery of the marines serving there. While they did not engage enemy forces, the governor spoke of their willingness to lay down their lives in the defence of the territory and that they displayed the unwavering bravery that one comes to expect from the Royal Kingtonian Marines."

The House once again expressed its approval of the Prime Minister's statement, acknowledging the bravery of the troops in the face of death.

"Prior to the arrival of invading forces by amphibious landing craft, the Crown Governor cared about the safety of the islands' inhabitants above all else. Before enemy boots had even touched the shores, all civilians in Mallard Point had been escorted to safe zones to prevent any casualties in either shore bombardment or potential crossfire. I can proudly say that the swift actions of the governor as well as his decision to peacefully surrender the islands have resulted in no civilian casualties."

MPs cheered at the statement, further supporting the actions of the governor.

"Speaking to the Crown Governor, he spoke of how the islanders came out to wave him off, several were in tears as he departed the territory. This, to me, is evident enough that the people of South Grosvaer remain completely loyal to Kington Langley and continue to reject the idea of Independent Gredavcatian hegemony. I want to make it clear that, under the circumstances, I fully support the actions taken by the Crown Governor throughout the invasion."

Several MPs mumbled their disapproval of the Prime Minister's statement, believing the order to defend the islands to the death should have been given, but the majority of the House fully supported the statement, believe that under the circumstances they would have done the same.

"Mr. Speaker. I want to make it clear to this House that South Grosvaer remains Kingtonian territory. No invasion or subsequent occupation can change that elementary fact. It is the duty of this government to see that the islands are freed from this unlawful occupation and that they are returned to Kingtonian administration as soon as possible."

As the House roared in support for the Prime Minister's calls for the recapture of the islands, he bowed to the speaker before exiting the chamber.

1 Monarch Court, Kingsmouth, Kington Langley
23 JULY - 1:50pm

The Prime Minister's car pulled up outside of 1 Monarch Court, the official residence of the Prime Minister, in the centre of Kingsmouth. Exiting the vehicle he was surrounded by a sea of reporters and journalists, eagerly inquiring about the actions His Majesty's Government was prepared to take to see the islands restored to Kingtonian rule. Pushing his way through, the Prime Minister almost found it impossible to walk the short distance from his car to the building's entrance. As he made it to the safety of the marble steps leading up to the main door, he turned to face the journalists, agreeing to make a single, short statement.

"South Grosvaer has been unlawfully invaded by the armed forces of Independent Gredavcat. In this time of crisis, I ask only that the nation sees fit to stand behind both myself and the people of South Grosvaer who wish to see Kingtonian administration restored to the islands as soon as possible. Thank you."

As the Prime Minister retreated indoors, the reporters who had fallen silent to listen to the Prime Minister began shouting questions once more. However, staying true to his word, the Prime Minister refused to make any further statements. As soon as the door closed, the Prime Minister let out a sigh of relief. Walking through the corridors to his office, he paused briefly on numerous occasions along the way to summon each member of the cabinet for an emergency strategy meeting in relation to South Grosvaer.

With the ministers summoned and on their way, he finally reached the double doors to his office. Thinking he may have a moments respite, he arrived to a large stack of papers that had accumulated over the short hours the Prime Minister had spent away from his matters of state. Rolling his eyes in dispair, he called for his aide to fetch him a cup of tea. "This isn't going to be my week" the Prime Minister muttered to himself before entering his office and sitting down. As the 2 hours until the emergency cabinet meeting slowly approached, he wearily awaited the arrival of his ministerial colleagues.

by **Independent Gredavcat** » Sat Jul 26, 2014 9:08 am

[South Grosvaer Islands.[/b]
23 July 2:00pm

The Islands were eerily quiet. The merchant vessel which had been allowed access to the islands had taken a fair amount of the population. Donald York and his staff had also left.

As one ship left another came in - this one carrying two fighter aircraft and 400 Independent Gredavcatian 'settlers'. The old ship limped into port and soldiers hastily removed the aircraft. Like cattle the 400 or so people clambered off the vessel onto foreign, and hopefully prosperous, land. The vast open space was in stark contrast to back home with it's dominating, ugly, grey buildings.

Immediately road signs were changed to the Russian-like language of Independent Gredavcat and times were set for food and other supplies to be shipped in. The names of hills, bays and places were not changed as it was felt this would 'destroy' the history of this new Colony. With the Independent Gredavcatian flag fluttering violently, everything seemed to be under control. Or so the new 'settlers' thought. Back home the President was getting anxious.

Independent Gredavcat City, Independent Gredavcat.
23 July 2:30pm

The President and his advisors sat and pondered upon the situation. South Grosvaer was completely under Independent Gredavcatian control and not a single life had been lost. However, he knew that an attempt to retake the Islands would be made and wether or not his troops would be ready remained to be seen. Despite all able bodied men aged 18 to 28 being in the forces and despite most of the budget being spent on the military, he did not believe the Islands could be held. For starters most men didn't even want to be on South Grosvaer and secondly their equipment was mostly obsolete. It was only 10 years ago that they abolished the bayonet charge as a first choice of attack. Now the inexperienced Army used somewhat old fashioned tactics - however this was a vast improvement compared to the past decade.

Should the President withdraw his troops, should he stay and fight or should he try to make peace with Kington Langley? If one of the Presidential advisors said one thing another would say something completely different.

Eventually the decision was made to stay, fight and hold what they had. When the inevitable happened all they could hope for would be that perhaps a small portion of South Grosvaer would be handed over to Independent Gredavcat.

Back on South Grosvaer life went on as normal. For now.

by **Kington Langley** » Tue Jul 29, 2014 11:36 am

1 Monarch Court, Kingsmouth, Kington Langley
10 AUGUST - 3:30pm

The emergency meeting held 3 weeks earlier with the cabinet had shown the majority of His Majesty's Government favoured military action to return the islands to Kingtonian rule. With the support of the government and, surprisingly, the vast majority of ordinary citizens, the Prime Minister wasted no time in assembling a taskforce to recapture the islands. Within 48 hours a fleet composed of some 3 destroyers, 2 light cruisers, 1 submarine and the country's only aircraft carrier transporting 4,000 highly-trained troops and assorted vehicles and equipment set off on a 3 week-long voyage to South Grosvaer. While some criticised the size of the taskforce, accusing the government of 'overkill', the Prime Minister was willing to risk anything to recapture his country's sovereign territory from an aggressor nation.

The Prime Minister walked hurriedly down the marble-floored corridors of the Defence Ministry, joined by the defence minister himself as well as the Crown Commander of His Majesty's Armed Forces. As they marched, almost in sync with each other's echoing footsteps, they arrived at a large set of hardwood entrance doors leading into a massive hall. In this large space was an assortment of high-ranking servicemen from all branches of the armed forces, each communicating with and issuing orders to their respective components of the Kingtonian taskforce. While having been in operation for a number of weeks prior, the Prime Minister was now present within the war room as the force sent by Kington Langley to recapture the distant archipelago had finally arrived within the region.

Several hours before the fleet was due to enter South Grosvaer territorial waters, the cabinet was assembled. Despite already knowing more about the upcoming operation than most people, military leaders that commanded the taskforce insisted that they be taken through the planned order of engagement. As the two groups took their seats in the main briefing room, the Crown Commander wasted no time in getting down to business.

"Ladies and gentlemen, if I could have your undivided attention for the next few minutes. In approximately 2 hours from now the Kingtonian taskforce will reach South Grosvaer territorial waters. As far we know, the Independent Gredavcatians are not actively enforcing any form of exclusion zone around the islands but we must assume that any military vessel within a 100-mile radius of the shore is seeking to threaten our forces."

"What are you saying commander?" said the foreign minister, slightly concerned.

"Simply put, any military vessel flying the Independent Gredavcatian flag should be considered hostile and deemed worthy of attack by either our fleet or aircraft."

"You mean kill them?" responded the foreign minister who, at this point, was noticeably angered by the Crown Commander's belligerent tactics.

"Not necessarily, we would fire warning shots towards the craft before fully engaging. We would give them enough time to either change course away from our taskforce or surrender."

The foreign minister, about to probe further, was interrupted by the Prime Minister.

"This is war foreign minister, you cannot fight one without incurring some loss of life. But we can ensure that these loses are inflicted mostly upon the enemy. Of course, I would never wish death upon anyone, but we must put the safety of our servicemen and women first, even if it means taking the lives of others."

Respecting the Prime Minister's view, the foreign minister backed down. He straightened himself in his chair and returned to looking at the Crown Commander who was given the go-ahead to continue addressing the cabinet by the Prime Minister.

"Thank you Prime Minister. When the taskforce is 50 miles off the coast of the island of New Grosvaer, 25 jets shall be launched from the aircraft carrier and tasked with bombing Mallard Point Airport. While a civilian terminus in peacetime, the facility's airstrip can and probably will be utilised by the enemy. It must be disabled if we are to achieve air superiority prior to landing ground troops. Also, this will ensure that the taskforce is safe from bombardment."

The cabinet, including the foreign minister, nodded in agreement of the first operation. The Crown Commander pulled out a small plastic rod which he used on a large military map on South Grosvaer to point out the various landing sites chosen.

"1,500 of the 4,000 troops of the taskforce shall land on 3 seperate beaches within close proximity to one another. As the enemy will likely be expecting an attack on the capital, Mallard Point will be avoided for the entirety of the operation. Only when the rest of the main island of New Grosvaer has been secured will any attack on the capital commence. Once a beach-head has been established and air superiority over the landing sites has been achieved, the remaining troops will be transported to the shore where they shall push inland."

The home secretary, getting the Crown Commander's attention, sought to raise a point.

"Why does it matter whether or not the bulk of their forces are stationed within the capital. Aren't the majority of their troops conscripts? Not only are our troops better trained and better equipped, we also outnumber them 2:1. Surely striking the capital first will deliver a decisive blow to their morale and force them to surrender in an instant."

"Admittedly, it would shorten the conflict considerably and it could be pulled off without question." responded the Crown Commander "however, remember that we want to launch a campaign that will result in as little casualties as possible. I think you will agree that, while we are at war, we want to keep fatalities to a minimum. The only way to ensure this is to capture the rest of the island first, whittle down their reinforcements that are currently spread out around the territory, then strike their main defence which, by this point, would be significantly weakened."

Moving his pointer away from the north-western beach landing spots, the Crown Commander pointed out the various key settlements that would be captured around Mallard Point before an assault on the capital.

"As a settlement of significant size, Port Haven to the south-west of Mallard Point, will be the first place we expect ground fighting to commence. With the majority of troops stationed within Mallard Point itself, we are confident that garrisoned forces will be small and only put up token resistance."

The Prime Minister interjected at this point, seeing an opportunity to prevent any unnecessary loss of life.

"If you are so certain that hostile garrisons outside of Mallard Point are so weak, it would be wise to offer them the chance to surrender before engaging."

"Absolutely sir, would naturally take any opportunity to save lives Kingtonian or not."

Responding with a nod, the Prime Minister gestured for the Crown Commander to continue. He nodded in acknowledgement.

"Finally, with the majority of New Grosvaer under Kingtonian control, we could potentially go in two directions. Either we would attack the capital, securing the hilltops around the settlement to conduct a multi-front assault on the settlement. Or, potentially costing less lives and still resulting in victory, Kingtonian forces could turn their efforts to liberating Whaler's Island. However, since it may not guarantee the surrender of the forces in Mallard Point, I would highly recommend going straight for the capital."

Now deep in thought, the Prime Minister dismissed his cabinet. As the ministers filed quietly out of the room, the Crown Commander stood patiently, awaiting the Prime Minister's decision. As the room fell completely silent as the men were alone, the Prime Minister pondered only for a few moments longer before addressing the Crown Commander.

"You are certain that going straight for the capital once New Grosvaer is secured would present a higher chance of Independent Gredavcat surrendering?"

"I am certain, sir." responded the Crown Commander, trying to sound as confident as possible so not to give the Prime Minister any more reason to doubt. Looking at the Prime Minister, he was still uncertain as to what he would say in response. Then, finally the Prime Minister stood and faced the Crown Commander who stood at attention, awaiting his response,

"If it will secure a quicker victory, go straight for the capital once the main island has been secured."

"Yes sir" said the Crown Commander with a sigh. About to leave the room and return to his duties, the Prime Minister stopped him.

"But not a moment sooner. Any pocket of remaining resisting troops on the island would certainly boost their morale. Make sure they haven't got a reason to fight on when we finally attack."

South Grosvaer territorial waters
10 AUGUST - 5:45pm

Rear Admiral Kenneth Grant stood firmly on the bridge of the HMS Warhead, Kington Langley's sole aircraft carrier and the taskforce flagship, as the vessel rocked under the large oceanic waves. Listening to his subordinates shout commands to and fro, he stared at the approaching islands through his binoculars. Not knowing if the Independent Gredavcatians had spotted the fleet yet, he knew that it was only a matter of time before the enemy knew of their presence. Having been given the order to advance into South Grosvaer territorial waters by the Crown Commander himself, he ordered the pilots be ready for the first attack on the islands.

Within range, Grant ordered 25 of the 40 aircraft to take off and head for the islands. For a few seconds, the deafening noise of jet engines could be heard as the jets took off individually. Disappearing into the distance, Grant remained in constant contact with the squadron leader through conventional radio. Within minutes, confirmation of arrival over the islands came through.

"Sir, all 25 aircraft have arrived in South Grosvaer airspace without incident, airport in sight and within range. Enemy aircraft present around the airstrip, conversion into military complex confirmed. Request permission to engage, over."

Grant pondered for a moment. This was the first time in over a generation that Kingtonian aircraft had been used in combat. Remembering his duty to recapture the islands and restore order to the region, he authorised the attack. Hoping he had made the right decision, he anxiously awaited confirmation of the assault's success.

by **Independent Gredavcat** » Wed Jul 30, 2014 7:07 am

South Grosvaer Islands
5:45pm

When the general alarm was sounded it was already too late. It was, to be, the beginning of the end for Independent Gredavcat occupation of the South Grosvaer Islands.

Soon swarms of fighter aircraft were spotted over the airstrip. One of the Independent Gredavcatian aircraft tried to take off but a well aimed missile soon blew the jet up into a thousand pieces.

Ground crew scattered trying to find cover. Then another missile darted towards the second aircraft which was idle. This resulted in another explosion. Within minutes Independent Gredavcat had lost its air superiority - to battle with Kington Langley would now be futile.

With a far superior naval and land force a short communique was sent to President Popov informing him of the dire situation. Yuri Shirkov's eyes stared at The President's response.

BY PRESIDENTIAL DECREE YOU ARE TO DEFEND THE SOUTH GROSVAER ISLANDS UNTIL THE LAST MAN. ANY SOLDIER NOT WILLING TO FIGHT IS TO BE SHOT.

HOLD OUR TERRITORY FOR AS LONG AS POSSIBLE.

LONG LIVE THE PRESIDENT!

Shirkov, commander of the forces on the Islands and temporary Governor, allowed tears to fill his eyes as he sat in what was Donald York's office. He knew fighting would result in the death of many of his countrymen. If it were up to him he would, like Donald York before him, surrender. But surrender was not a word in the President's vocabulary. If Shirkov were to order his men to stand down he would save their lives but once they were all back home they would be shot for 'cowardice'.

The way he seen it he had three options. Option one: order his men to fight and follow the President's command resulting in both himself and his men becoming 'heroes'. But watch as young men died. Option two: surrender and be killed back home. Option three: lead from the front and be with his men until death.

He chose option three - he would fight along side his men. To send young men to their deaths while he sat in safety was one thing he could not do. He would go with them.

Taking out his medals from the drawer he looked at them with a heavy heart. All but one of these silver commendations had the President's head on it - the Independence War Victory Medal. He hooked this medal, his prized possession, on his breast - this was what he originally fought for: freedom and hope. Now he 'fought' for a spineless leader who had become corrupted.

Yuri knew that Kingtonian troops would be landing soon. The obvious place to mount an attack and end the occupation quickly would be on Mallard Point. Half heartily he looked at a map of the Islands.

"It's the end" He quietly said to himself.

He picked up the phone.

"Hello? Yes this is Captain Shirkov. I am sure you are aware of the current situation. Order all civilians both ours and theirs to evacuate Mallard Point. Get them to safety and do it quick."

Wiping the sweat from his brow he continued.

"Also, order all non essential personnel to evacuate too. And one more thing: pull 1500 troops back to Mallard Point and tell the two frigates to leave South Grosvaer Territorial Waters."

Yuri grabbed a pen and a piece of paper.

I am Yuri Shirkov of the Independent Gredavcatian Navy. In a few hours many of men's lives will be lost. Let it be known to those who read this that the blood is on the President's hands. I have ordered my frigates to return home - with luck they will be safe.

I could not sit and watch as my boys died. Therefore I have made the easy decision to go down with my command.

Whoever may find this I ask one thing: that the lives lost today are honoured so that never again innocent men will be lead to their deaths by a tyrant.

Signed Yuri Shirkov.

Within the next hour all 1500 Independent Gredavcatian troops had dug in around Mallard Point. The other 1000 men were ordered to defend other strategical areas. A small portion were sent to Port Haven and along the coast.

With all of the civilian population evacuated to safe areas Yuri felt some joy - at least the civilians would live.

He walked out into the foggy Mallard Point with his head slumped down. He felt sick. Yuri did not fear death he simply felt disgusted that surrender was not an option. Good commanding was knowing when to stay and fight and when to walk away. The President was a power hungry man whose morals had become corrupted.

Seeing men in foxholes and behind makeshift cover saddened Yuri. He could hear the screaming jet engines of the Kington Langley Air Force overhead. The attack would come soon. He never thought his life would end like this - on the land on some cold and rocky outpost.

"Fix bayonets!" He yelled.

Men, some with trembling hands, fixed their bayonets to their rifles. An Army Chaplain walked round elegantly placing his hand on men every so often. Sometimes he stood beside a soldier who was crying, prayed with them and moved on.

As this went on, a soldier placed down his rifle, left his foxhole, entered a building and came out with a violin. He tweaked it for a few seconds then began to play "Region of Freedom". It was a song not about the President's glory but about the desire for Independence, freedom and equality. The music, as simple as it was, calmed many - it gave them hope that one day Independent Gredavcat would change.

With no air or sea support the battle for South Grosvaer on land would soon begin.

by **Kington Langley** » Thu Jul 31, 2014 6:59 pm

(OOC: Sorry for the delay!)

South Grosvaer territorial waters
10 AUGUST - 4:20pm

The bridge of the HMS Warhead fell eerily quiet as the ETA for the aircraft over South Grosvaer draw near. Rear Admiral Grant, captain of the HMS Warhead aircraft carrier and the commander of the fleet, sat next to the on-board radio, looking out in the direction of the islands. Too far away to see them, he knew that the operation must have at least commenced by now. With the unforgiving cold conditions outside, he felt a little better as he sipped a hot cup of tea delivered to him not moments ago.

Suddenly, the delicious tea was nearly split all over the captain as he jolted in shock at the sudden sound of load and violently crackling static coming from the on-board radio equipment. With the local storm over the taskforce likely interfering with the signal, a weak response from the squadron leader came through. While hard to make out, the captain used his sharp ear to understand every word.

"The airstrip has been destroyed. I repeat, the airstrip can no longer be utilised by the enemy. Hostile aircraft could not muster in time, no Kingtonian casualties, now on route to HMS Warhead. Put the kettle on for us. Over."

A small smile spread across the captain's lips upon hearing the last statement. Chuckling with his fellow officers on the bridge slightly, he responded.

"Good work boys, a piping hot cup of English Breakfast and a pair of slippers will be waiting for you and your men on the flight deck when you come in for landing. Your actions will keep our soldiers out of harms way for the rest of the conflict. Over."

"All in a day's work sir. Tell the mess to make mine an Earl Grey. Over and out."

As the captain turned to his subordinates who had assembled on the bridge to hear the news, he used this opportunity to launch the next stage of the invasion.

"Thanks to the bravery of those 25 Kingtonian naval pilots, our air force now command total air superiority over South Grosvaer. Upon the arrival of the taskforce off the coast of the islands tommorow at approximately midday, we shall launch the amphibious assaults immediately. After an attack like that they know we mean business and we shouldn't give them the opportunity to further prepare their defences. Once all 25 pilots have landed safely, order all ships in the taskforce to proceed to South Grosvaer."

Dismissing all non-essential personnel assembled on the bridge, the captain turned back to the window. Sipping his tea and watching the rain droplets streak down the glass in quick succession, he hoped for a short but relatively bloodless recapture of the islands. While a man of the military, he abhorred the idea of causing death where it could be avoided, on both sides.

South Grosvaer territorial waters
11 AUGUST - 12:10pm

"Land sighted, report to your designated disembarkation stations!" the automated tannoy repeated loudly.

Less than 24 hours after the successful destruction of Mallard Point Airport, the taskforce had arrived off the coast of South Grosvaer. Hoping to avoid unecessary loss of life, the decision had been taken to launch the initial amphibious assault away from the capital and in an uninhabited region of the main island of New Grosvaer. Upon the successful disembarkation of troops and equipment, a potentially treacherous tundra warfare awaits them as Kingtonian forces attempt to capture strategic settlements around the capital to whittle down the enemy.

The admiral stood on the bridge with a pair of binoculars in his hands. Watching the coast with a steady grip, he closely looked for enemy troops that could be camped in wait for the invasion. Seeing none he gave the order to launch the first wave of landing craft towards the shore. Suddenly, a sailor walked hurridly up to the admiral and presented him with a small piece of paper.

"What is it sir?" Inquired his second-in-command.

"The Independent Gredavcatians seem to have some idea of the size of our naval forces. They ordered their two frigates patrolling the islands' waters to return to Independent Gredavcat prior to our arrival. Not only do we have complete air superiority, we now control the seas."

"Why didn't they just surrender?" Laughed his colleague, speaking of the enemy in a rather condescending tone.

Grant, pitying the Independent Gredavcatians and their many misfortunes throughout history, angrily responded. "Because they want to make their country great again and, as far as they are concerned, capturing South Grosvaer is the only card they have to play. Even though they knew the odds would be stacked against them from the moment they landed their troops in the territory, they did it anyway just to feel like a great country once again. Even if that greatness would only last a short while. What makes it all the more sad is that it is I who has been tasked to take that greatness from them."

Surprised by the sudden surge of emotions deep inside his stomach, the admiral turned to the window, hoping his colleague had not seen him express sympathy for the enemy. While he may share such feelings in peacetime, to show support for Independent Gredavcat in such a situation would incur doubt on their ability to lead a campaign against them.

Outside, the thumping of heavy boots could be heard on the hard metal of the decks as the highly trained initial wave of 1,500 troops are loaded rapidly into the landing crafts. Finally, at 12:30pm, a mere 20 minutes after the arrival of the taskforce at the north-eastern region of the island, Kington Langley was launching its first amphibious assault in over 60 years. While a relatively big moment in national history, the barren location chosen for the landings were merely to allow for an easy spot to unload troops and equipment for the rest of the campaign. Thus, at this time, no fighting was expected to take place.

The sound of crashing waves became louder to the troops as the shoreline neared. While they had been told from the start that the enemy were both poorly trained and equipped conscripts, they knew that they still had guns capable of firing bullets, no matter how outdated, making them just as deadly as any professional soldier with a decent aim. Alongside this, they knew the enemy had been told their entire lives that they had a blood claim to the islands and would therefore likely fight to the death if cornered. As the landing craft ground to a halt on the cold volcanic pebble beaches of New Grosvaer, the first troops set foot on the shore. This was the first time in over three weeks that Kingtonian soldiers had set foot in the territory which, as far as the international community was concerned, was still Kingtonian territory.

Not knowing if the enemy had learned of their landing site before they arrived, the first few waves of troops to land on the beaches set up defensive positions in natural craters and cover positions in the landscape. Other than the odd sheep, there seemed to be little life in the surrounding countryside. After waiting half an hour for any form of attack or reconnaissance team to pass by, Rear Admiral Grant allowed for the rest of the troops and supplies to be unloaded onto the islands. Now cold and tired, the troops which had already been on the beaches for half an hour had their spirits lifted by the roaring sound of landing craft approaching the shore and tanks and equipment being offloaded.

With the majority of taskforce manpower transferring to the land, Field Marshal Gregory Tines superseded Rear Admiral Grant as the commander of operations within the theatre, following pre-arranged plans to the structure of command. The admiral would still act as the main conduit for communications between the commanding officers on the ground and the war leadership back in Kington Langley. Setting up a base of operations a mile inland from the beach, the troops were given 12 hours to recouperate and establish themselves before proceeding to the first point of capture, Port Haven.

Outside Port Haven, South Grosvaer
12 AUGUST - 5:40pm

After being allowed a short respite to recover their morale and prepare for the long march ahead, the troops had completed a near 5-hour march accross the open and unforgiving countryside of the island. Almost completely devoid of trees or other tall plant life, the icy ocean breezes could sweep across the tundra-like terrain unhindered and endlessly batter the troops. By the time they had reached the outskirts of Port Haven, a settlement of some 150 people, night had nearly fallen and the wind had only just subsided. Glad that the air temperature was now more bearable as the wind had stopped and hoping to use the cover of darkness to secure a quick victory through a swift shock-and-awe assault, the troops were allowed to rest until dark before the order to attack was given.

Running down the surrounding hills towards the settlement, keeping their heads as low as possible in the tall grasses as they reached the lowlands. They stopped some 100 metres from the edge of the settlement. Hearing the Russian-type language of Independent Gredavcat coming from within, they knew a small contingent must have been assigned to guard the settlement. While not knowing how many enemy forces were deployed there, they were confident that the 400-strong force sent to capture Port Haven would be enough to secure victory. If not through overwhelming numbers then by superior tactics and equipment.

Captain Kevin Fields was appointed leader of the force sent to capture Port Haven. Only being in the army for 3 years prior to the war, this was his first real combat situation. Looking around at his men, seeing the look on their faces, he knew that this was the first time any of them would have seen any serious combat. Despite this, he knew they couldn't wait forever. Eventually the temperature would drop to below freezing and the enemy would discover them sooner or later. Thinking of the historic Kingtonian tradition of honour and bravery on the field of battle, he ordered his men forward.

"Soldiers, advance!"

Wanting a swift battle, he shouted load enough that the enemy could hear. He hoped that the garrison would realise Kingtonian forces had arrived and surrender before any fighting could commence. However, failing this, he was prepared to fight to the death to capture this settlement. As they neared the settlement, he ordered the troops to break into a run and find cover on the outskirts and take up offensive positions. As Captain Fields took up his position alongside his men, he shouted to the enemy.

"This is Kevin Fields, Captain of B Company from the Duke of Purston Regiment, soldier of His Majesty's Armed Forces of Kington Langley! We have been tasked with the recapture of Port Haven, by force if necessary! We ask that you lay down your arms and walk out in an orderly fashion! You shall be treated with honour and respect!"

One soldier who spoke the language of Independent Gredvacat repeated the statement moments later in their native language, hoping that the message would get across even to those who didn't speak or understand English. Captain Fields waited patiently for a response, either by word of mouth or through the medium of gunfire. While he wanted more than anything to see Kington Langley in control of the islands again, he wanted to achieve this goal with as little casualties as possible. Despite this, he was fully prepared to fight if it came down to it.

But, in the meantime, all they could do was anxiously wait for the Independent Gredavcatians to respond.

by **Independent Gredavcat** » Sat Aug 02, 2014 8:04 am

South Grosvaer Islands, Port Haven
12 August

The Kingtonian invasion had begun and still the order to hold until the last man stood. In Port Haven the civilians had already been evacuated, now all that remained were around 450 Independent Gredavcatian soldiers. The main contingent of around 1,500 troops at Mallard Point would be relying on Port Haven being held.

The soldiers at Port Haven had dug in and had defended themselves rather well in the circumstances, still their defences would not hold out against a prolonged and well executed attack.

The small force was led by Major Dima Kholkov - a small, stout man with no real desire to be on the islands. Like most men the order to fight to the death came as a shock to him. Still to die on the field of battle was better than to die in a prison or at the hands of the firing squad back home.

Upon hearing Kevin Fields Kholkov cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted back in surprising perfect English with little hint of an accent.

"And this is Major Dima Kholkov of The Danaka Volunteers, we have orders to hold Port Haven until the last man. We intend to follow these orders to the letter. Also we rather like it here in our little foxholes so thank you for the offer to take us in but no thank you!"

A few of the men sniggered at this last remark.

As if to make his point clearer Kholkov screamed at the top of his voice,

"Fix bayonets!"

The order was repeated by Sergeants further down the line until most of the men too were shouting "fix bayonets!"

A product of the 'old days' Kholkov ordered at swift first attack against the enemy. He knew the Kingtonians had far superior training and equipment - he intended to render them both useless. He ordered 200 of his men, nearly half of his entire force, to charge headlong into the enemy. The attack bordered between insanity and ingenuity. Still most of the men were willing to carry out this almost suicidal order - if anything if would take the enemy by surprise and make them think twice about face to face battles.

Like a true gentleman with pistol in hand Kholkov led the attack himself and allowed his second in command to stay behind with the remaining troops. With patriotic cries the 200 or so men charged forward through the mist towards the enemy.

Carnage ensued.

by **Kington Langley** » Sun Aug 03, 2014 10:05 am

Port Haven, South Grosvaer
12 AUGUST - 8:00pm

The slight rustling of tall grass was all that could be heard in the howling winds that swept across the cold plains of the surrounding countryside. Captain Fields sat with his men, awaiting a response from the leader of the enemy forces garrisoned within Port Haven. Hearing the enemy converse in their native language from a distance, he knew they had received it and were discussing the situation. As they continued, he sighed before lighting up a cigarette. One of his men turned to him and chuckled slightly before shaking his head.

"What?" replied the captain, reciprocating his subordinate's slight chuckle "for all I know, this could be my last"

Both men continued to laugh before slowly falling silent, the potential accuracy of the captain's statement sinking in slightly. Looking around at his men who, being stationary, were now showing their discomfort in the rapidly cooling temperature. Suddenly, the sound of heavy boots approaching made the captain turn back to face Port Haven. Still far away the enemy commander, who identified himself as Major Dima Kholkov, began to shout back a much awaited response.

However the relief was short lasted as, to the horror of the soldiers, the major made clear his intention to defend the settlement till death. As he uttered the word 'death', the captain heard a number of his men sigh in either disbelief or disappointment. While they would follow their captain in to battle without question, they had hoped for a swift and bloodless recapture of the territory. As if reading their minds, the captain turned to address his men.

"Do not dispair. I am sure that when the enemy awoke today they did not plan on dying by its end. Have confidence in the fact that they are human and, like any human, they can only withstand so much. Attack hard and fast, they will break and victory will be ours!"

His mean roared in approval of his statement, many raised their arms in the air and waved their weapons above their heads to taunt the enemy. Confident that morale had been lifted, he ordered his soldiers to prepare for battle. However, not knowing what the enemy planned to do, he decided to advance slowly and with caution. The last thing he wanted was to become over-confident. Ordering his troops forward, the air filled with the sound of squelching mud as the 400 Kingtonian troops rushed towards the outermost edge of the settlement through the waterlogged peaty soil.

Suddenly, out of the sea fog that had descended on the settlement in the cold night air, Independent Gredavcatian troops armed with rifles equipped with bayonets charged the oncoming troops. The captain was utterly amazed at the archaic tactics of the enemy, the idea of the traditional bayonet charge had been abandoned in Kington Langley before he had even been born. Snapping back to reality, seeing 150-200 screaming conscripts running towards his men, he shouted the order to halt and hastily prepare to fire.

Relying on modern tactics, the Kingtonian Armed Forces trained their men little for situations involving close quarter combat. Soldiers knew enough to adequately defend themselves if the situation called for it but were inadequate against any army that still relied heavily on such tactics. Knowing that his troops would lose their advantage in technology and combat tactics should the enemy be given the opportunity to close the distance, he decided to fire at them, hoping to kill or wound as many as possible before they reached his men.

"Fire!"

None of the soldiers wanted to take the lives of these men. The enemy were not professional soldiers but ordinary civilians hastily trained for the invasion of the islands. As far as they knew, these conscripts were forced to come to the islands by their authoritarian government. However they knew that, given the opportunity, they would surely show no mercy on the battlefield. So, without hesitation, all of his men opened fire on the advancing troops. Still hoping to wound rather than kill, the captain ordered his men to use conventional firearms only (no rocket launchers etc.) and to aim for areas of the body, such as the legs, which would immobilise and not kill the enemy.

However, as the soldiers shot into the advancing forces, he knew that mass fatalities would be inevitable.

by **Independent Gredavcat** » Wed Aug 06, 2014 5:56 am

Port Haven, South Grosvaer.

The men gallantly charged forward with their rifles extended out words ready to impale anyone unlucky enough to be on the receiving end of the bayonet. Kholkov was one of the first to drop to the ground, clutching a Nast open wound on his neck where a Kingtonian bullet had slammed into him. Regardless, his men carried on - they too dropped on to the frosty ground as they were easily dispatched by the enemy.

A few Independent Gredavcatians did manage to get into advantageous close quarter combat situations, these men brutally and methodically killed their opponents. Most small victories were short lived as other Kingtonian troops easily shot at a preoccupied Independent Gredavcatian soldier. For every Kingtonian killed at least five Independent Gredavcatian troops were disposed of.

After what seemed like an eternity the small battle was over - Kington Langley came out the superior force mostly due to the archaic tactics used by their enemy. Now all that stood between the invasion force and Mallard Point was a small garrison of a few hundred weary and deflated Independent Gredavcatians.

Many wondered wether it would be a good idea to just surrender but they soon reminded themselves of the consequences of not following orders. Despite this a large portion of the garrison decided to stage a mutiny - throwing down their arms and leaving the relative safety of the defences with their hands in the air. Knowing it would now be fruitless to fight on with only around fifty men the order, for all troops in Port Haven, to surrender was given.

Walking nobly out from the defences with hands raised the troops knew the right decision had been made. War was pointless. South Grosvaer, to many, was pointless too.

The men awaited what would happen next.

by **Kington Langley** » Wed Aug 06, 2014 9:17 am

Port Haven, South Grosvaer
12 AUGUST - 8:10pm

The Royal Kingtonian Marines opened fire on the advancing enemy forces. The sound of sporadic gunfire and men screaming in agony could be heard echoing off the surrounding grassy hills and plains. With many casualties inflicted many stopped firing, praying the enemy would retreat. Knowing the enemy commanders would never surrender so soon, Captain Fields ordered his men to maintain fire until he said otherwise. Acknowledging this command with a reluctant "yes sir!", his men pressed hard on their triggers and the air filled with the familiar 'rat-a-tat' sound of sustained gunfire. While a large portion of the enemy had fallen into the peaty bog by the time most of the troops needed to stop and reload, the remaining forces were still charging determinedly.

As the Independent Gredavcatians began to close the distance, the captain ordered his men to aim to individual enemy troops that were closest to their front. Though mainly successful in preventing significant hand-to-hand encounters, a number of brave runners made it to defending Kingtonian troops. As many on the front line desperately fended for their lives against the bayonets, almost locked in a pre-firearm battlefield duel, soldiers further back seized the opportunity and picked off those lucky few Independent Gredavcatian troops that had made it to the Kingtonian lines.

The captain, while initially fighting with his men, had began bravely dragging wounded Kingtonian troops away from the front where they could be carried to the field hospital constructed on the other side of the hill, out of the way of the bullets. Although he was confident that the enemy had sustained more losses than his troops, the field hospital was filling up fast with heavily wounded Kingtonian troops nonetheless.

On the front, the tactic of picking off those that made it to the lines was paying off, the few remaining enemy troops had either surrendered or valiantly fought to the death. Less than a quarter of the attacking force had opted to retreat back to Port Haven where, without a doubt, their commanding officers would be less than happy to receive them.

Throughout the course of the fighting, many enemy forces that had made it to the Kingtonians had surrendered in the heat of combat, escaping death or injury. The majority, however, were not so lucky. Many lie screaming in agony on the ground in the surrounding countryside. Many more lie dead. Looking out over this sea of bodies, both alive and dead, the captain ordered his men to go forward and find the wounded. While those troops were the enemy and had undoubtedly killed several of his men, they were human beings and needed to be treated as such.

A young private came running up the captain. Covered in blood, he must have been sent by the field hospital to update the captain on the losses sustained.

"Gathered from what we know currently sir, we estimate that some 20 men have been killed and 80 more wounded. Approximately 30 of the wounded have only sustained minor injuries, mainly shallow cuts from close scrapes with bayonets. The other 50 were not so lucky and will have to be sent home. 10 of these fifty are in a critical condition. A helicopter shall arrive shortly to ferry them back to the taskforce for urgent medical attention."

The captain sighed and rubbed his face gently with his hand, wiping off the muck and grit.

"Thank you private. If there are any new developments, please, update me immediately,"

The private saluted and ran back towards the field hospital. The captain remained where he was in the middle of the field. Looking back up the hill, he saw his troops relaxing and casually chatting with one another. It certainly made him hopeful for the upcoming assault on the settlement, seeing his men taking the previous encounter with the enemy so calmly. Looking down the hill, his happiness and optimistic attitude vanished in an instant. At the bottom he saw his men collecting up the enemy wounded, carrying them up the hill past him he looked into their eyes. Many, no doubt being taught from birth that Kington Langley was a brutal coloniser, showed fear in their eyes, not knowing what was to become of them in the hands of their captors. He hoped that, over the coming days and weeks, that Kingtonian hospitality and tolerance would change their view of his country.

Suddenly, he was distracted by a soldier attracting his attention.

"Message from high command sir!"

No doubt they wanted an update, he proceeded to the communication centre, a small tented complex hastily constructed after the enemy attacked. Walking to the radio that had been left open for him to speak to the Field Marshall on the coast, he picked it up and began to speak.

"This is Captain Keith Fields. Over."

"Hello captain. What is the current status of the assault on Port Haven. Over."

"The enemy struck first. A bloody bayonet charge if you would believe it. Over."

"A bayonet charge? High command wasn't expecting that. Were there any casualties. Over."

"Yes sir. 20 dead counted so far with a further 80 wounded. 30 of those wounded sustained only minor injuries and will not be required to go home. Over."

"Thank you captain. Gather up the names of the dead as soon as possible and i'll relay the information to Kingsmouth. On an more immediate note, are you preparing to assault the settlement? Over."

"No sir, thought i'd give the troops a chance to rest up after the enemy assault. Scheduled attack to commence in 4 hours. Over."

"Ill advised captain. The destruction of their attacking force will have seriously weakened their morale. Attack now while we still have the initiative. Over."

"Yes sir. Over and out."

The captain put cupped his head in his hands. One of his subordinates saw the captain's distress and inquired.

"We've been ordered to attack the settlement now. Let's just hope that the men are prepared for another fight."

His men, who were eager to spending the next 4 hours with their feet up, were scrambling in preparation for an immediate assault on Port Haven. As the wind swept across the sides of the hill, many were shaking in the inhospitable climate. Many were even wondering if the death of more marines was worth it to recapture a small collection of rocks in the middle of nowhere. Despite these disparaging thoughts on their continued efforts to liberate the islands the men, renowned for their loyalty, followed the captain's instructions to advance without question.

As they made their way down the hill back towards the settlement, keeping a eye out for enemy snipers and isolated sentry posts, they feared for the success of the attack. The enemy had conducted a suicidal charge against them not an hour before, would they employ such futile but deadly tactics again once they reached the outskirts of the settlement? If the enemy used such archaic tactics to make the troops fear them, it sure was working for now. As they neared the outskirts, the captain ordered the troops to halt and prepare to take up offensive positions within the settlement.

Turning to his men, about to order the advance, he stopped. He looked around slowly and saw the look of fear and tiredness in his men's eyes. He pondered for a moment whether or not to go ahead with the attack, it could end in defeat if his men's heads were not in the fight. Angry at their lack of determination after only one day of fighting, he stood up and began shouting to his men.

"What is wrong with you all!? We won a decisive victory on the slopes of that hill not one hour ago! We are Royal Kingtonian Marines! Those people in Port Haven are awaiting the arrival of our forces to liberate them, Kingtonian citizens! The only thing that stands between us and them is a lightly-armed rabble of conscript soldiers! A force not worthy of your fear! We are the definition of strength! Fear is a sign of weakness! Weakness and cowardice go hand in hand as does cowardice and defeat! Prove your worth as a soldier in the greatest armed force in the world! Fight!"

His men roared. While this may have been the first time he had ever led an attack against an enemy force in a real combat situation, he was surely a gifted leader when it came to delivering morale-boosting speeches. Not wanting the short-lasting courageous feelings generated by his speech to dissipate, Captain Fields hastily ordered his troops to advance into the settlement. Slowly and cautiously making their way into the centre of Port Haven, they didn't know what to expect. All they knew was that the enemy was out there and that they weren't prepared to give up without a fight nor would they not take the opportunity to attack out of the blue.

by **Independent Gredavcat** » Fri Aug 08, 2014 10:39 am

Independent Gredavcat City, Independent Gredavcat.
12 August.

When news of the massacre has reached the President the whole idea of war seemed futile. With hundreds dead and hundreds more wounded or captured the invasion, despite its initial success, had been a failure.

For the first time President Popov realised what he had done. He felt physically sick. After excusing himself he went to his private bathroom washed his face with water and prayed for forgiveness. He knew now he had to act before more Independent Gredavcatian blood was spilled.

He sent out a new order to all armed forces personnel in and around South Grosvaer.

To:All service personnel of Independent Gredavcat.
From: President Popov
Subject: Surrender.

Brave and valiant soldiers you have all proved yourself in the past month and have exceeded expectations. Your boldness will be talked about years from now, but so too will my stupidity. To order you to stay and fight until the last was wrong and I accept full responsibility.

I now hereby issue a new order: ALL TROOPS ARE TO SURRENDER TO THE KINGTONIAN FORCES. NO MORE MILITARY MANOEUVRES ARE TO BE UNDERTAKEN.

Myself and my advisors hope peace talks can begin soon. After these talks I shall resign.

God bless you all.

A tear dripped from the President's eye on to the paper he now wrote on.

"What have I done?" He muttered to himself.

He also decided to contact the leaders at Kington Langley.

To: Any Kington Langley Government Official.
From: President Popov.
Subject: Surrender.

Sir/Madam,

I, President Popov, of Independent Gredavcat have officially ordered my forces on South Grosvaer to stand down and surrender peacefully to your forces. I trust that they will be treated with the highest of respects.

I would like to, for the sake of all involved, end this war. As you read this i will be travelling to South Grosvaer personally to meet any Kington Langley Government Representative who is willing to discuss the terms and conditions of a peace treaty.

I, after all of my ignorance and idiocy, extend to you the hand of friendship and, most importantly, the hand of peace.

Signed,

President Popov.

As soon as the messages were sent Popov boarded his private Presidential aircraft and began the relatively short journey to the South Grosvaer Islands.

by **Kington Langley** » Mon Aug 11, 2014 1:57 pm

Kingsmouth, Kington Langley
12 AUGUST - 9:30pm

A suited man rushed hurriedly through the corridors of the Ministry of Defence, rudely pushing past all in his way. Panting, having run from the other side of the complex, he slowed as approached the war cabinet meeting already in session. Waiting a moment to catch his breath and compose himself, he could not but help overhear the conversation from behind the large wooden double doors. They were discussing the recent success efforts taken by defending forces to repel Independent Gredavcatian attacks. Smiling to himself, the secretary outside knocked on the door before announcing his arrival to the assembled ministers.

"Prime Minister, members of the cabinet, I come bearing news from Independent Gredavcat"

The Prime Minister rose slowly from his chair in anticipation, a number of ministers joined him. Looking the man in the eyes, he stated simply "what sort of news"

The man stood in disbelief at what he was about to say. Returning the Prime Minister's unflinching stare, he responded.

"I am elated to report that, not more than five minutes ago Klos Popov, the President of the Self-Sustaining Republic of Independent Gredavcat, ordered all his forces on South Grosvaer to throw their arms and submit themselves to Kingtonian internment. Following this request, the president sent us a short communique informing us of the unconditional surrender of his country to the Grand Duchy of Kington Langley and His Majesty's Government. In short, sir, the war is over."

"Have you told the war leadership about this yet?" responded the Prime Minister calmly.

"Yes sir, they are being contacted now. Due to the seriousness of the matter, it was decided that I should deliver the news to you in person rather than over the telephone."

Nodding politely at the gentleman, the Prime Minister dismissed him from the room before returning to his seat. As he sat down, the cabinet cheered and applauded their leader who had just successfully defeated their enemy without significant bloodshed. However, the Prime Minister felt a sense of sorrow for the lives that were lost, regardless of how few, on both sides. Not to mention the pity he felt towards the impoverished Independent Gredavcatian citizens who, as far as he was concerned, would have to be forceably expelled from the islands when Kingtonian civilian administration was inevitably restored in the coming weeks.

With the fighting stage of the conflict now officially over, the Prime Minister convened the war cabinet early. As the last of the ministers filtered out of the room, it was just the Prime Minister, alone with his thoughts. Staring out the window he saw Kingsmouth, unaffected by a relatively unimportant war fought on the other side of the world. Despite this, he couldn't help wonder that it may, some day, have a profound impact on the wider political standing of Kington Langley on the international stage and its attitude towards involvement in wars.

Looking back down to his desk, he began writing a short and somewhat personal communique to the President of Independent Gredavcat thanking him for making, what he percieved to be, the right decision.

TO: Kori Popov, President of the Self-Sustaining Republic of Independent Gredavcat
SUBJECT: Acknowledgement of surrender
ENCRYPTION: HIGHEST

Mr. President,

Kington Langley has had a long and turbulent history, driven by the fight for freedom and democracy as well as the desire to better ourselves in the eyes of the international community. We may have experienced periods of absolute monarchy and single-party communist dictatorship throughout our 202-year-long national history, but we have always come out prosperous and free in the end with an optimistic view of the future. While founded through warfare, Kington Langley prospers through peace. As should any nation aspiring for greatness.

It is to my knowledge that the people of Independent Gredavcat as a whole have fallen on rough times over the last few decades. Not dissimilar to periods in our own history. I fully understand that your unlawful invasion of South Grosvaer was an attempt to revive that long-lost pride in being a citizen of Independent Gredavcat. Who am I, an elected head of government, to disagree with love for one's own country? But I feel that short-sighted and reckless acts such as the ones committed by your government these past few weeks will only doom your country to perpetual poverty and stagnation.

Throughout this short conflict, many lives on both sides have been lost in vein and the innocent civilian community on South Grosvaer has been shaken forever. While no subsequent acts on the part of Independent Gredavcat can ever truly make up for such a violation of Kingtonian sovereignty, I am confident that your decision to surrender will pave the way for the normalisation of diplomatic relations between our two countries over the coming years. Until such normalisation occurs, I only hope that the civilian populations of both Kington Langley and Independent Gredavcat can come to understand and tolerate each other.

President Popov. I hereby inform you that, with an impartial and optimistic disposition, I formally accept your offer of surrender. In my capacity as Prime Minister of Kington Langley, I extend an invitation to commence peace talks as soon as possible. As a conflict that has deeply affected the Kingtonian national psyche, I look forward to handling these negotiations in person.

Sincerely,

The Right Hon. Kevin Darling MP
Prime Minister of the Grand Duchy of Kington Langley

Port Haven, South Grosvaer
12 AUGUST - 9:30pm

The troops slowly moved through the settlement which, unexpectedly, was eerily quiet. Captain Fields was cautious, a wrong move could lead them into an ambush and potentially cost them all chances of victory. His men moved in a long column through the central street. Now completely dark, the troops could barely see a few metres in front of them. The only sounds were the winds howling through the narrow streets and the rustling of a lone Independent Gredavcatian flag hanging from the police station.

Suddenly, the captain quietly ordered his men to halt. Up ahead, he heard people conversing in the Independent Gredavcatian language. Taking aim, ready to fire, his subordinate who was trained in their language hastily pushed the captain's rifle down, shouting for him to stop. Looking at the soldier crouched next to him somewhat angrily, he demanded an explanation.

"What is the meaning of this?"

"Sir, don't shoot. From what I can make out, they are discussing an order from their superiors to surrender."

The captain's face lit up. Perhaps there wouldn't be any further bloodshed tonight after all. He turned back to the interpreter.

"Ok, we'll hold our ground here for now. If they wish to surrender, we shall be here waiting to receive them. If we move on them now, they may get the wrong impression and put up resistance."

Nodding in acknowledgement, the interpreter lowered his head. The captain cautiously stood up and started speaking to his troops in a hushed tone. Ordering them to hold their ground but remained concealed.

After only a few moments, the commander of the enemy garrison marched out with a dirty white flag which appeared to be merely a bed sheet taken from the local hotel. Walking a few metres accompanied by his men, he stood in the central courtyard for the Kingtonian forces to see, waving it slowly from left to right. Smiling slightly, the captain ordered his men to remain in defensive positions as he, escorted by a small entourage and his interpreter, walked out to greet the Independent Gredavcatians.

Marching up to them, he saluted his adversary "Keith Fields, Captain in His Majesty's Armed Forces"

Lowing his arm, he looked the garrison commander in his eyes and officially relieved him of his duty. The interpreter orders him to assemble his men in the courtyard. Within the next few minutes, the remaining garrison troops had gathered rather hurridly into the central square. Standing there for a few moments as they were counted, the conscripts were loaded into trucks where they would be escorted to the taskforce on the coast. Upon arrival they would receive food and medical treatment before being interned in makeshift holding facilities until they could be repatriated back to Independent Gredavcat.

Meanwhile, the captain was summoned back to the communication quarters, now relocated to Port Haven town hall. As he listened to the Field Marshal relay the information from Kingsmouth to him, his men gathered slowly him as he conversed with his superior. His voice almost softening throughout, his men became more and more confused as the captain almost became giddy with happiness and relief. Ending his conversation with the Field Marshal, staring in disbelief at the table on which the radio sat, he looked up at his men with a tear in his eye. As he looked around the room he saw his men, dirty and cold but unwaveringly loyal. Letting out slow, long breaths for several seconds, he finally composed himself and began addressing his men.

"I have just received word from Field Marshal Gregory Tines, the commander of our forces in South Grosvaer. That Independent Gredavcat, the country that unjustly invaded and occupied this distant archipelago, has unconditionally surrendered. As of this moment, all enemy troops have been ordered to stand down and submit themselves into our custody. Over the coming days, leading political and military figures will meet and negotiate the terms of everlasting peace between our two countries. In short gentlemen, we are going home."

He and his men roared in overwhelming happiness. The conflict, though short, was morally hard-hitting for both nations. While it had cost the lives of soldiers on both sides, it had now officially come to an end. All that was left now was to formally commence negotiations to make the end of hostilities formally binding.

by **Independent Gredavcat** » Tue Aug 12, 2014 3:25 am

Kingsmouth, Kington Langley.
12 August - 4:50pm

After a gruelling flight President Popov and a handful of his advisors entered Kingtonian airspace. The pilot of the custom built jet had contacted Kingtonian air traffic control and had recieved permission to touch down. From there Popov would take the short car journey to meet Prime Minister Darling. Knowing that his time as President was numbered, Popov, before he had left Independent Gredavcat, had ordered the creation of a campaign medal for all of his troops. He now signed the document to officially create the 'South Grosvaer Islands Medal'.

By Presidential Decree I, President Popov, hereby create a medal for all Military and Civilian personnel who took part in the invasion and defence of the South Grosvaer Islands.

To qualify for this decoration one must have:

- Served in or around South Grosvaer for, at least, one full day.

- Been recommended for this award by a Senior Officer of the Armed Forces / Official of The President's Government.

Signed,

President Popov.

However, most importantly before he left The President had done something remarkable but necessary. He had, by law, restored the Independent Gredavcatian Monarchy. The Royal Family had lived in exile for almost two decades after they were forced to abdicate when Independent Gredavcat had won its fight for freedom from it's former suppressor. Now without a figurehead defending the laws being passed the power of the President had slowly grew to that of a dictator. Popov knew he had abused his power and he intended to make sure something like this never happened again.

King Georgi II had quickly been crowed within hours in a humble and hasty coronation. The Monarch could now approve or disapprove any law that was proposed. The King, being the head of the Christian Church of Independent Gredavcat, would be expected to only allow the laws that promoted peace and hope to be passed. The new Monarch simply did not need to do what The Government said - the Monarch was a safeguard, a defender of laws, an active person in the running of the country.

Popovo's thoughts turned to negotiations. He did not want to have to pay compensation, as his country had no money at all. He just wanted peace and perhaps Independent Gredavcat would get off with a few sanctions.

After leaving the aircraft and travelling by car to the arranged meeting place, Popov was ready to at least try and redeem himself. Looking around he could see a successful country - wealth, investment and prosperity. In Kingsmouth everything seemed to be bursting with colour, back home buildings and prospects were grey.

These negotiations would be his last acts as President. He hoped he would do himself justice. To busy being caught up in his own thoughts and worries, he didn't even take in his surroundings - one minute he was outside the next he was inside, what was to him, a luxurious Government building.

A Kingtonian man dressed smartly in a suit said to him: "Mr President, The Prime Minister is ready to see you now."

Almost in a daze Popov along with two of his closest advisors entered through a set of doors and into the 'negotiation room'. Inside sat Prime Minister Darling along with some of his own officials.

Both President and Prime Minister exchanged pleasantries. They all sat down. Out of politeness and because his nation had surrendered Popov waited for the Prime Minister to kick things off.

For better or for worse the South Grosvaer Conflict had, politically and economically, greatly changed Independent Gredavcat forever. The hasty restoration of the Monarchy, the curbing of the powers of the President and Popov's imminent resignation would shape the country for years to come.

by **Kington Langley** » Wed Aug 13, 2014 12:12 pm

Mallard Point, South Grosvaer
13 AUGUST - 1:00pm

The sound of thumping boots and groaning machinery could be heard throughout the settlement. As the inhabitants ventured outside to investigate, they were greeted by the sight of Kingtonian troops proudly marching through the streets with their tanks and transports. In the harbour, the Kingtonian taskforce appeared on the horizon having moved down from their base just off the coast. As the troops poured in, the citizens soon began lining the streets to cheer on their liberators as they arrived. Soon, soldiers and civilians freely mingled as military rations and cups of tea were exchanged en masse.

Field Marshal Gregory Tines who, up to this point, was conducting the campaign from the safety of the taskforce HQ in the northern portion of the island was now standing outside of Government House. Ready to meet his enemy face-to-face. He straightened his tie and hat before proceeding to brush off his jacket, making sure his medals and stars were nice and straight.

Sighing, hoping that the upcoming encounter with the enemy commanders would go smoothly, he walked up and into the complex escorted by Rear Admiral Kenneth Grant and Group Captain Philip Kraines. Walking into the entry courtyard and then through the corridors of the complex, they noticed that the Independent Gredavcatian sentries that had been posted there since the surrender of the islands' government at the beginning of the conflict had already been relieved of their duties and rounded up.

Approaching the door to the Crown Governor's office, all three men straightened their postures as the Field Marshal knocked on the door, announcing their presence to those inside. Being given permission to enter the men walked inside. Approaching the desk they stopped and saluted their adversary out of respect before the Field Marshal before delivering his statement.

"Captain, I am Field Marshal Gregory Tines of the Royal Kingtonian Army. I have been sent here by authorised representatives in Kingsmouth to receive your offer of surrender on their behalf. By the authority vested in me by His Majesty, I hereby relieve you from your position as military governor of the South Grosvaer Islands. As a combatant, you shall be interred until peace negotiations between Kington Langley and Independent Gredavcat have concluded."

With the Grand Duke restored as the ceremonial head of state of the territory, the Independent Gredavcatian flag was finally lowered over Government House. In its place was raised the 'Grand Flag' and the territorial ensign of South Grosvaer. As both flags reached the top of their respective masts, the sun broke through a thin gap in the clouds. While almost all Kingtonians were atheist these days, some could not help but wonder if this was an omen from the heavens that Kington Langley was right to recapture these islands.

As the flags fluttered quietly in the strong breezes, the sounds of cheering and general celebration could be heard all around.

Kingsmouth, Kington Langley
14 AUGUST - 4:50pm

The large double doors leading into the imposing hall set aside for usage during the negotiations creaked open slowly. A single man walked through, announcing the arrival of the Independent Gredavcatian delegation. The Prime Minister nodded slightly, signalling for him to allow them to enter. Bowing, he turned and pulled open the doors, allowing the President and his entourage to enter.

As the President walked slowly towards the negotiating table, the Prime Minister arose from his seat to meet is counterpart. Walking around to greet the President, the Prime Minister looked him in the eyes and extended his hand to welcome the head of state.

"Mr. President. I am honoured to finally meet you in person." politely returning his handshake, both men took their seats at the opposite ends of the table.

Not wanting to waste any time getting down to business, the Prime Minister cleared his throat and began addressing the assembled delegates from both nations that had all gathered around the large conference table. While both sides seemed slightly tense, the Kingtonian delegation was justifiably optimistic for the future. All now facing the Kingtonian Prime Minister, he stood up and commenced speaking.

"Ladies and gentlemen. I would like to thank you all for assembling here today in Kingsmouth to discuss the terms of peace. I am sure that all of you are eager to put this dark chapter of history behind us as quickly as possible."

Individuals from both nations nodded in agreement with the Prime Minister's statement. The war had been financially and morally draining for both sides and a swift end was all that anybody in the room desired.

"Mr. President, if I may, I would like to present to you a composed list of terms. Compiled by our finest treaty experts, we are confident that it is justifiably punitive yet fair in regards to reparations and acceptance of wrong doing. I hereby submit it to the Independent Gredavcatian delegation for scrutiny and realistic amendment."

One of the Prime Minister's aides gently took a thick sheet of paper from his hand. The aide then calmly approached the President, slowly placing in front of him a hastily composed list of terms bearing the national coat of arms of Kington Langley. While somewhat aware of the dire economic and political situation in Independent Gredavcat, he was confident that the various terms in the first draft could be accepted/undertaken by the country without significant consequences.

TERMS OF PEACE

KINGTONIAN PROPOSAL
FIRST DRAFT

THE SELF-SUSTAINING REPUBLIC OF INDEPENDENT GREDAVCAT IS TO

Accept full responsibility for the outbreak of hostilities over the right to control the South Grosvaer Islands
Withdraw all active military personnel and naval vessels not in Kingtonian custody/control from the South Grosvaer Islands
Renounce all territorial claims to the South Grosvaer Islands as well as its associated territorial waters
Remove any reference to the South Grosvaer Islands as integral Independent Gredavcatian territory from its national constitution
Oversee the immediate repatriation of interred Kingtonian troops back to Kington Langley
Recognise the status of the South Grosvaer Islands as a Kingtonian Overseas Possession
Acknowledge the pre-war inhabitants' right to self-determination and their status as the indigenous population of the South Grosvaer Islands
Lift any ongoing blockades/trade sanctions/embargoes/travel restrictions against Kington Langley and her territories
Relinquish sensitive military documents and data it currently holds on the South Grosvaer Islands and/or other territories of the Grand Duchy of Kington Langley to His Majesty's Government
Allow Kington Langley to conduct a full investigation into the treatment of the inhabitants of the South Grosvaer Islands by the military of Independent Gredavcat
Pay for the estimated 5 million Universal Standard Dollars-worth of damage the conflict has caused to the infrastructure and property of the South Grosvaer Islands

THE GRAND DUCHY OF KINGTON LANGLEY IS TO

Care for interred Independent Gredavcatian troops as per established international convention on the treatment of prisoners of war
Make preparations to repatriate interred troops back to Independent Gredavcat as quickly and as safely as possible
Oversee and accept full responsibility for the re-establishment of responsible civilian government within the South Grosvaer Islands
Better keep to its obligations to defend the South Grosvaer Islands from aggressors in future
Conduct a full investigation into the treatment of the inhabitants of the South Grosvaer Islands by the military of Independent Gredavcat
Increase investments aimed at bolstering the South Grosvaer Islands' defence capabilities
Considerably increase its military presence within the South Grosvaer Islands to maintain order within the region
Lift any ongoing blockades/trade sanctions/embargoes/travel restrictions against Independent Gredavcat and her territories
Pledge to maintain an institutional stance of impartiality towards the nation of Independent Gredavcat; its companies, organisations and citizens

ASSENT OF TERMS GRANTED BY

The Right Hon. Sir Robert Adams MP
Secretary of State for Overseas Affairs

The Right Hon. Kevin Darling MP
Prime Minister of the Grand Duchy of Kington Langley

The Prime Minister watched closely as the President went over the terms with his delegation. Understanding that the atmosphere was very tense, he gave them all the time they needed to talk the terms over. While he knew that the conflict was over, he hoped that the future relationship between both nations would not be eternally soured by the impact of these terms on Independent Gredavcat.

As the President lifted his head to respond, the Prime Minister hoped that he would find the terms acceptable or at least offer suitable compromises.

by **Independent Gredavcat** » Wed Aug 13, 2014 1:20 pm

Kingsmouth, Kington Langley
14 AUGUST - 4:50pm

As President Popov read over the terms of the peace treaty and sense of regret filled him. He sighed, every so often turning to one of his advisors and speaking to them in a hushed tone in his native language. The terms were fair, if not very lenient. The five million USD compensation needed to be paid would add further strain of Independent Gredavcat's struggling budget.

The President looked up stoically and simply said, "Independent Gredavcat agrees to these terms."

This basic sentence was difficult for Popov to say - all his life he had been brought up with the idea that the South Grosvaer Islands belonged to his nation. School textbooks asked pupils 'if the Independent Gredavcatian territory of South Grosvaer has a population of 2,000. What would the population be if 25% of the people left?' However much it pained him to say it was necessary - he wanted peace.

Sipping his glass of water, his thoughts turned to his citizens currently on the Islands. There were only a few hundred of them, they had managed to 'escape' from the poverty of their homeland and settle in a barren but more prosperous land. Would they be condemned to their former life of misery? Chancing his luck, and desperate to do something morally correct, the President fixed his sad, tired eyes on the Prime Minister.

"Prime Minister, I thank you for this mindful peace treaty put before myself and my delegation. I would like to humbly request something. As I am sure you are aware a few hundred of Independent Gredavcatian citizens have 'settled' on South Grosvaer in search of a new life. You must understand, Sir, that these people have left their nation to escape hardships and pain. For me to stand by and watch them shipped back to the very place they have so desperately tried to leave, is something I cannot do."

Wiping the sweat from his brow with a frequently used handkerchief, he continued.

"I.......I ask that a small piece, and I mean a very small piece, of land of the South Grosvaer Islands be succeeded to Independent Gredavcat from Kington Langley for the sole purpose of providing a safe haven for the 'original' few hundred settlers."

This bold move by the President shocked even his advisors.

"Listen to my plea Prime Minister, these people have nothing back home. A territorial succession with a lease without a lease - I don't care! A piece of land where my, industrious and resourceful, people can develop without being pulled down by factors out with their control."

Now downing his glass of water in one massive gulp, he started again.

"Independent Gredavcatian military presence would be minimal - for defence purposes only. Not to mention both of our nations would benefit - our citizens would commute to this new territory, allowing both of our economies to improve."

The Prime Minister listened on, intrigued or amused Popov didn't know.

"I ask you, leader to leader, human to fellow human, please add something into the peace treaty that will allow my humble people to flourish and coexist peacefully with yours."

The President regained his composure and let out a sigh. He nervously awaited the Prime Minister's response. Good or bad Popov at least knew he had tried.

by **Kington Langley** » Wed Aug 13, 2014 2:31 pm

Kingsmouth, Kington Langley
14 AUGUST - 4:50pm

As the President agreed to their terms, the Kingtonian delegation could not help but contain small smiles and tiny movements in elation. The people of South Grosvaer were now free from danger of invasion and Kington Langley had proved to the world that it was still capable of putting up a fight and winning. As the Prime Minister whispered to the foreign minister, expressing his happiness at the Independent Gredavcatian delegation's remarks, his attention was averted.

President Popov did something unexpected. To the surprise of the entire room, Kingtonians and Independent Gredavcatians alike, the President made a heartfelt yet diplomatically absurd request. The Prime Minister was almost insulted at what the President was asking. Not simply because it severely deviated from established convention on acceptable peace terms but also because the Prime Minister felt he had betrayed efforts on the part of Kington Langley to reduce the negative impacts of the treaty on the impoverished Independent Gredavcat.

About to object to the President's outburst, he refrained from doing so as the President moved onto the subject of the Independent Gredavcatian settlers. They had come to the islands seeking a better life and greater economic opportunities. While the recapture of the islands had brought joy to the 3,000 or so residents already living there, the several hundred Independent Gredavcatian settlers now feared for their very survival. If they returned to their homeland, Kington Langley would surely be condemning them to a life of destitution if not death.

When the Prime Minister finally returned to reality the President had just finished his speech, sweating profusely and downing another glass of water. Everyone in the room was awaiting his response to the outburst, the Independent Gredavcatians looked at him with anticipation and fear while the Kingtonians simply attempted to contain their amusement at the absurdity of it all. The foreign minister who, as did everyone else on the Kingtonian side, expected the Prime Minister to put the President in his place was unexpectedly taken to one side by his colleague.

"Robert, while it pains me to say it, the creation of a territorial concession is something we should take seriously" said the Prime Minister

"What? Leasing territory to the defeated power? That is utterly absurd!" retorted the foreign minister

"During the conflict, some 400 Independent Gredavcatians were settled within the islands. This wasn't a compulsory resettlement programme, these people came to the archipelago on their own volition. You've seen the situation in Independent Gredavcat, expelling them by force will not sit well with the international community. We'd also be condemning them to a lifetime of destitution."

The foreign minister began to look convinced. Perhaps the idea of a small concession for these settlers was not so absurd after all.

"A regulated leased concession would ensure that we retain full sovereignty over an area designated for these settlers. Of course, we would put various safeguards in place to prevent administrative mismanagement. The laws of a dictatorship being imposed over an area still technically Kingtonian sovereign territory would, indeed, be a step too far."

"I am still unsure on the matter. However, now that you put it like that, I don't think it is completely out of the question. I propose we let the entire delegation vote on the matter."

The Prime Minister nodded in acceptance before returning to his seat. He pondered for a moment before leaning to his microphone.

"I would like to temporarily convene these discussions while we review the request put forward by the President."

As the delegates filtered out of the room, the Kingtonians looked shocked and confused over the Prime Minister's decision to actually take the request seriously. Gathering in a secondary hall, the Prime Minister explained to them the situation with the settlers on South Grosvaer. What originally seemed like somewhat of a desperate and unreasonable plea from the President slowly gained validity as the Prime Minister continued. By the time the situation had been fully explained, while a number still looked sceptical, most of the Kingtonian delegates had begun to seriously debate the idea.

Mere minutes later, the discussions were reconvened. As the delegates took their seats around the table, the Prime Minister looked among their faces to see many remained unsure. With no clue how they would vote, he merely hoped that his words had sunk in. Once again leaning into the microphone, he addressed the room.

"Mr. President. During the short recess, the Kingtonian delegation discussed your proposal. Confident that they have been provided with enough information on the situation to make a decision, I hereby request that all members of the Kingtonian delegation formally put forward their stance on the proposal."

The Prime Minister turned to the mediator of the discussions.

"I would like to request a non-binding vote."

The mediator for the discussions stared at the Prime Minister for a moment before nodding in agreement.

"A simple majority vote should suffice." said the Prime Minister "all those in favour of the creation of an Independent Gredavcatian concession territory within the South Grosvaer Islands, please raise your hands"

Delegates slowly and somewhat hesitantly started raising their hands. Almost a full 30 seconds passed before the final person to raise their hand did so. Some raised higher than others, almost showing their level of confidence in their decision, the Prime Minister finished counting and presented the results to the room.

"14 to 20 delegates are in favour"

The Prime Minister, looking somewhat pleased with the result, continued.

"With that, we shall enter into further discussions. Debating the possibility of the creation of a concession territory within the South Grosvaer Islands to be administered by Independent Gredavcat. As something that will profoundly change the nature of the peace treaty should such a proposal go ahead, we request 24 hours to compose a potential concession agreement that can be presented to these assembled delegates."

The mediator nodded in acceptance. He quickly turned to the President.

"Mr. President, before we convene, is there anything you would like to add or put forward?"

by **Independent Gredavcat** » Thu Aug 14, 2014 6:50 am

Kingsmouth, Kington Langley
14 AUGUST - 4:50pm

"I have nothing to add except my heartfelt thanks at your approval for a place for my people to go."

The decision to create a small piece of territory for the 400 settlers was one that shocked President Popov - as the losing power it was unorthodox for his nation to receive land. Still Popov was genuinely thankful to the Prime Minister. Thinking ahead, he imagined a prosperous and beautiful little slice of Independent Gredavcat - no cramped housing or poverty, just hope and peace. Popov already was getting far too ahead of himself, even deciding on street names as the officials from both nations left the room. 'Prime Minister Darling Avenue' was one that was decided instantly by Popov - back home the PM would be thought of as an integral part in the future of Independent Gredavcat.

As the men and women left the room the President felt relieved, he let out a sigh and as he and his advisors walked humbly through the corridors he, for once, felt as if he had done his nation good.

The Kingtonians had, naturally, wanted 24 hours to make the necessary changes to the peace treaty. Lying in his bed that night Popov couldn't seem to fall asleep. 3:45am and still his anticipation and excitement kept his awake. He looked forward to discussing the terms and conditions of this new territorial concession. He imagined the reaction of people back home when they would hear the news and he imagined a brighter future for Independent Gredavcat once he stepped down from power. With the Monarchy restored, power would essentially be shared between the newly created position of Prime Minister and the reigning Monarch.

At 5:22am he eventually fell over, only to be awoken by the shrill of his alarm clock at 8:30am. It was time. This day would be talked about in years to come, this day, perhaps only overshadowed by Independence Day, was massive.

He donned his freshly pressed, three piece suit along with his one and only medal - something which he felt he now deserved to wear. The brightly polished circular medal with a blue ribbon had been awarded to President Popov during the Independence War. It read on the back - '1993 - 1995 Independence War. Pte. Klos Popov. Adjutant General Corps.' He never fired his rifle once at the enemy, in fact he never actually seen his foe but he had done his bit and for that he was glad.

Popov reached the 'negotiation room' along with his delegation. He entered, ready to undertake his most important, and perhaps his last, Presidential action.

by **Kington Langley** » Sat Aug 16, 2014 2:23 am

Kingsmouth, Kington Langley
15 AUGUST - 1:10pm

The delegates had assembled once again for the peace negotiations. As they crowded into the large hall at the Ministry of Defence, the Prime Minister hoped that the provisions for the potential creation of a concession within the South Grosvaer Islands would give the 400 Independent Gredavcatian settlers on the islands the security they craved while ensuring the reign of their mother country remained in check.

Not forgetting that Independent Gredavcat was the losing power, it would have been foolish to grant them unchecked power over administration of the concession. The Prime Minister only prayed that the restrictions were no so punitive as to disappoint the Independent Gredavcatians who, undoubtedly, expected unbridled control over the territory.

Taking their seats, the Kingtonian delegation stared across the negotiating table to the assembled Independent Gredavcatians. The President looked somewhat eager to hear the result of 24 hours of deliberations on his proposal yet, at the same time, appeared to be deep in thought, probably contemplating his future and the end of his political career upon his return to Independent Gredavcat. The Prime Minister couldn't help but feel sorry for the man who had brought about this mess.

Daydreaming on both sides was abruptly ended by the mediator.

"Welcome esteemed delegates from Kington Langley and Independent Gredavcat. At 1:10pm local time, I officially commence the second half of these peace deliberations. As the party that drew the preceding deliberations to a close, I grant the Kingtonian delegation the floor for opening remarks."

The Prime Minister cleared his throat and leaned towards the microphone to make his much anticipated announcement.

"Thank you. During the 24 hour recess in these deliberations, His Majesty's Government as well as other delegates from Kington Langley present here, debated and composed a draft appendage to the Treaty of Peace. An appendage that, if approved by the opposing party, will pave the way for the creation of a concession territory aimed at offering a refuge for those displaced by the conflict."

Taking another official piece of paper in his hand, the Prime Minister handed it to an aide who swiftly delivered it to the President on the other side of the negotiating table.

"With your permission Mr. President, I would like to present the first draft of the concession agreement. Understanding the sensitive nature of the issue in question, please deliberate with your delegation for as long as is necessary to come to a conclusive decision."

The paper composed by the Kingtonian delegation was placed in front of the President for him and his delegation to scrutinise.

"As before, Mr. President, should you highlight any part of the proposal for amendment it shall be taken into consideration by our delegation."

PROVISION FOR THE CREATION OF A CONCESSION TERRITORY
WITHIN THE SOUTH GROSVAER ISLANDS
FIRST DRAFT

APPENDAGE OF THE TERMS OF PEACE

MAP OF THE PROPOSED CONCESSION TERRITORY
ASSIGNED TERRITORY MARKED IN RED, ACCOMPANIED BY IDENTIFYING TEXT
LOCATED WITHIN CIRCULAR, RED DOTTED LINE DENOTING SURROUNDING TERRITORIAL WATERS

UNDER THE TERMS OF THIS TREATY, A CONCESSION TERRITORY UNDER THE ADMINISTRATION OF THE SELF-SUSTAINING REPUBLIC OF INDEPENDENT GREDAVCAT; ITS SUCCESSORS AS RECOGNISED BY HIS MAJESTY'S GOVERNMENT, IS TO BE ESTABLISHED WITHIN THE KINGTONIAN OVERSEAS POSSESSION OF THE SOUTH GROSVAER ISLANDS UNDER A PERPETUAL LEASE AGREEMENT SUBJECT TO TERMINATION AT THE PLEASURE OF HIS KINGTONIAN MAJESTY AND/OR VOLUNTARY DECREE BY THE GOVERNMENT OF INDEPENDENT GREDAVCAT.

REMAINING KINGTONIAN SOVEREIGN TERRITORY, THE CONCESSION IS TO

Maintain an administration elected through universal suffrage that will operate within a democratic framework regardless of the political system imposed within Independent Gredavcat
Maintain a fair and just legal system that is structured around the system of common law and is independent of the Independent Gredavcatian legal system
Allow the unhindered transit of Kingtonian nationals, goods and services both on land and by sea
Permit His Majesty's Government to maintain a mediating presence within the concession throughout its existence to ensure a satisfactory level of democratic competence is maintained
Accept the Kingtonian pound as legal tender alongside the Independent Gredavcatian dollar
Fly the Kingtonian flag alongside the Independent Gredavcatian flag outside of government buildings and offices in recognition of the sovereignty arrangement
Grant inhabitants of the South Grosvaer Islands right of abode within the territory (the reverse will not be true)
Adhere to certain Kingtonian economic and fishing laws to prevent the territory becoming a haven for smuggling, black market transaction and illegal fishing activities
Respect Kingtonian national security and refrain from hosting nuclear weapons and/or other WMDs
Grant Kington Langley unrestricted access to any oil, gas and/or other natural resources found within its borders and associated territorial waters
Refrain from enticing further settlers to travel to the islands from Independent Gredavcat without express permission from His Majesty's Government

AS A JURISDICTION INDEPENDENT OF THE SOUTH GROSVAER ISLANDS AND HIS MAJESTY'S GOVERNMENT, THE CONCESSION IS MANDATED TO

Set and control its own taxation policy
Create and enforce its own laws so long as they do not conflict with legal areas laid out within this treaty (sea above)
Freely allow or deny the transition of vessels, goods and services through its territorial waters with the exclusion of Kington Langley
Arrest and detain foreign nationals (including Kingtonians) so long as they are arrested within the boundaries of the concession
Establish and operate public services independent of those currently existence within the South Grosvaer Islands
Permit or deny any foreign public or private corporation operating within the territory with the exclusion of Kingtonian government bodies mandated to oversee the workings of the concession
Actively preserve and promote Independent Gredavcatian language, culture and architecture so long as English retains a secondary status for practical purposes
Adopt an anthem, flag and coat of arms unique to that of either Kington Langley, Independent Gredavcat or the South Grosvaer Islands and actively promote a unique identity
Alter time zones and driving customs to mirror that of Independent Gredavcat
Perform governmental actions in the name of and derive executive authority from Independent Gredavcat instead of the Kingtonian Crown
Maintain a bureaucracy independent of Kingtonian interference on a day-to-day basis and staffed exclusively by Independent Gredavcatians

AS THE APPOINTED ADMINISTERING POWER OF THE CONCESSION, INDEPENDENT GREDAVCAT IS PERMITTED TO

Station a small military force within the concession for defence purposes only
Patrol and enforce national law within the territorial waters
Allow inhabitants of the concession to remain Independent Gredavcatian citizens
Teach the Independent Gredavcatian educational curriculum in schools within the concession
Deport foreign individuals arrested within the concession back to mainland Independent Gredavcat without having to undergo an extradition process (though Kington Langley reserves the right to overrule deportation actions from the concession)
Enforce its national laws within the concession so long as they do not conflict with the legal areas laid out within this treaty (sea above) or severely encroach on civil liberties
Nominally appoint a governor or equivalent to act as the ceremonial representative of the Independent Gredavcatian head of state
Directly finance the construction of private or public property and aid local governmental projects unmolested
Use the territory during wartime for supply purposes only (e.g. refuelling of ships)
Issue all drivers within the concession with Independent Gredavcatian driving licences and associated vehicle registration plates
Freely terminate the concession agreement on its own volition

ASSENT TO TREATY APPENDAGE GRANTED BY

The Right Hon. Sir Robert Adams MP
Secretary of State for Overseas Affairs

The Right Hon. Kevin Darling MP
Prime Minister of the Grand Duchy of Kington Langley

As the Independent Gredavcatian delegation read through and discussed the contents of the proposed concession agreement. The Prime Minister and his colleagues continued to wonder whether or not the provisions were restrictive enough to save face on the international stage. While they were undoubtedly bringing new hope to 400 impoverished innocent people, they were still voluntarily leasing a portion of their sovereign territory to a rather unsavoury nation.

Invasion of South Grosvaer [MT, CLOSED]

Invasion of South Grosvaer [MT, CLOSED]

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