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[Scocialist Provinces]

Armand Kiriolenko sat at a desk surrounded by cameras, microphones and many staff. It was time to tell the world what was going on. On the stage, Armand was the centerpiece. The desk was shaped with a U, and had several papers, pencils, books and tablets neatly arranged all across it. Behind him was a wall, where a CDSPians flag was hung. On either side of him, two men with assault rifles and very in very advanced-looking armour. In truth, they were no more than synthetic replicas of a new concept. But, on camera they looked real enough.

The director stopped yelling across the room, making a systems check, and made sure it was silent on the set. He motioned for the the cameramen to begin filming and to roll the text Armand was to recite.

"Hello. Members of the Darklands, members of our earth. I will not lie, for I have done my fair share of that. We are struggling to survive. Where we once ate like kings, the dangerous effects of the Soviets nuclear launch has shattered this. Fallout poisoned our brotherland, and has been making him suffer. But you can stop this, this suffering, this blight upon a glorious land. Food, arms, or whatever means of use against the corrupt and unrelenting Plauge of the USSR. If we fall, the rest of the world will follow. Do not tread lightly on this matter. Ponder your decision, and be sure you make the right decision."

"Kay'n Mak'u Samna Urkrogan."

[Kaligula]

The 2nd Armada and 1st Legate were deployed to CDSP territory. Admiral Klots, aboard the 2nd Armada Flagship a Enterprise class Aircraft Carrier, ordered the positioning of the entire 2nd Armada patrolling northern CDSP waters. The other two Armadas stayed in Kali waters, tasked with the tedious assignment of laying the new K4 underwater mines. These mines can be set by radio and will detonate when any ship or submarine enters a close enough proximity. Similar mines will soon be placed in CDSP waters. Admiral Klots detached the 2nd Armada Assault Force with General Mason of the 1st Legate. The 1st Legate and 2nd Armada Assault Force arrived in Northern France and greeted the CDSP Military. The objective was clear;

+Strategically deploy Kali forces throughout the CDSP
+Provide peacekeeping support to the CDSP by taking the duties of a police force and national guard.
+Coordinate food supplies donated by other nations and distribute them to the CDSP populace
+Ease the pressure off of CDSP Military and police so that their resources may be allocated elsewhere.

http://forum.nationstates.net/viewtopic.php?f=23&t=160529

[Kaligula]

The 2nd Armada and the 1st Legate have now dispersed throughout the territories of CDSP. The 2nd Armada patrols CDSP waters.
In order to ensure the safety of foreign aid to CDSP, The 3rd Armada will be dispatched to international waters to escort foreign vessels. Admiral Klovits has sent an advisory to nations of the Darklands to use your own military escorts when traveling to CDSP. Upon entering CDSP waters or airspace, convoys and their escorts will be guided by the Armada to a designated distribution point. At the distribution point, Kali and CDSP military will transfer supplies and send then to be distributed.

[Prizyetsa]

Parliamentary Palace, Venji

The main hall of the parliamentary palace was filled with journalists arom every corner of the globe, as well as Prizyetsi agents to ensure that everything ran smoothly. The hall was filled with the chatter of several languages untill lady Mette-Mari walked out onto the podium. She stood there, tall as ever, looking over the hundreds of journalists. It was eerily silent untill the calm voice of Mette-Mari filled the hall.

"Ladies and gentlemen, foreigners and fellow countrymen, good morning. I trust your journey here has been a pleasant one.

Starting today, at 3 in the afternoon, the Prizyetsi navy and air force will be starting operation "MERCIFULL HAND", in which aid will be sent through the nuetral waters of the North Entas ocean to the starving people of CDSP. The goals of this operation are to help with the clean-up of radio-active topsoil to allow for food growth in the future, relieve more population-intense areas of the CDSP with food and medication, and to repair the vital infrastructure in the West which had been destroyed by the most dispicable attack on the CDSP in which nuclear weapons were employed.

As I have mentioned, the fleet wil travel through the North Entas ocean, clear of any territorial waters. If any attack is made on this humanitarian flotilla, that act of agression will be seen as a declaration of war. All ships carying aid will be marked with red crosses, and will be travelling with several escort ships through the Northern reaches, as we have no faith in the government which controlls some of the lands in the region.

We are stepping up where few have, and are extending a hand to the victims of this attack. As it is now, they are under threat of falling under a totalitarian regime which rules their lands with an iron fist, and those who speak out are brutally murdered. I urge all nations which value peace to send aid to the people of CDSP as soon as possible.

Are there any questions?"

Vosonje Harbor, Vosonje

"So we'll be sending what now?" a naval officer asked, putting down his cup of coffee. "We need to reroute some of our Hai class submarines from Northern patroll, only 2 or so, to patroll the plotted course of the MERCIFULL HAND convoy, and maybe place a few acoustic mines up north on their way down." The officer nodded. "And what other escorts?" "I was thinking 2 or so Kalinn flass frigates and a Yossotten class destroyer. In all, 5 ships for a 4 day crossing." The officer took a sip from his coffee. "What is the air force sending?" "They are sending their heavy lifters of round trips. By the time your ships arrive, you'll have a port and a place to relax." The navy man's eyebrows raised. "Engineers?" The mysterious woman nodded. "Much more than engineers. Just get that convoy going now." The naval officer stood and saluted, his rear admiral pins shining in the sun which shined through the window. The woman saluted back, the golden threads of her uniform's name patch shining back. Ilanson.

[Armedland]

Aba Iulia
3 hours after attack

Armedlandian observations show nothing but Kommondorian military crawling the area of the city, with no reports from the inside. All troops not fighting on the Soviet front, which had been continually inactive through the last few days, were in the process of being pulled to the south.
Colonel James Shaw was in charge of the remaining civilians, numbering 200 of the city with a population of 80,000. They trod slowly through the desert, with the seventeen remaining soldiers of the bombs.
Those who head for larger cities usually die of thirst, or hunger. Armedlandian soldiers discover some, but it's frequently too late.

Measek

The minister of foreign affairs is frantic. Armedland needed allies, and quickly, or all would be lost. Considering the magnitude of the previous genocide, he assumed the coalition would be willing to extend a helping hand.

From: Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Republic of Armedland
To: Coalition Headquarters

We request your help in our defensive war against Kommandoria. Dozens of thousands of innocent civilians have been massacred in cold blood by the Kommandorian army. We request your help humbly, and in desperation. Please, before more innocent lives go to waste.

Armedlandian Naval Strike Ship, South Ironmist Sea

Two other ships were in the sea, on patrol in Carpathian waters when the invasion began. They had a purpose beyond their previous knowledge at the time, as they were the only ships that were in striking range of Kommandoria. And so started operation: Biteback.

[The Sovietyeto]

OOC: I don't recall Kommandoria attacking civilians.

[Prizyetsa]

In the Gulf of Shahlamad, 300 miles from the southwestern shore of Armedland...

The Omega Fleet had finally arrived at its staging area. It was just outside of Armedland's maritime claims, making final preparations. The sea was calm, but adorned with a handful of massive ships surrounded by hundreds of smaller ships. 30,000 feet above the sea were the gigantic Kombat Zeppelins. From a sailor's point of view, the mighty zeppelins looked tiny due to their altitude. Below the Omega Fleet were several submarines escorting the huge R.K.S. Hephaestus. The colossal engines of the Hephaestus bellowed loudly for miles. High Admiral Vito DiBartolo stood at the bridge of the recently repaired R.K.S. Blood Ruby, the flagship of the Omega Fleet and the pride of the entire Kommandorian Grand Navy. He had spread out a map of Armedland over a desk and was scrawling notes on it with a red marker. The port they were going for was a medium-sized city called "Aba Iulia." Hmph. Such a pretty name for a city that would soon be reduced to smoldering ashes. The Hephaestus was already in range with most of its weapons. From this distance, it could strike the port with small swarms of large missiles. It could easily strike the port, if necessary, with thermobaric warheads. However, it would need to move in about 150 miles in order to fire with full effect. The Blood Ruby and the rest of the Omega Fleet would be in maximum effective range within 100 to 75 miles. Very well then. DiBartolo had come up with a plan.

The R.K.S. Hephaestus and its submarine packs would hang to the rear, opening up the invasion by firing long range rocket strikes. Meanwhile, the Omega Fleet would advance and commence close range bombardments. Overhead, the Kombat Zeppelin fleet would begin ultra-high altitude bombings. After approximately two hours of heavy bombardment, the landing ships would begin their advance towards the shore. DiBartolo grabbed the nearest radio and explained the battleplan. The Omega Fleet started to close the distance between it and Aba Iulia. The Hephaestus and its submarine packs rose to the surface to prepare launch sequences. The man in charge of the Hephaestus was High Kaptain Allistair van Silvers. The man wore a black, wool turtleneck that was smothered in ribbons given to him for his valor. He was a Kommandorian aristocrat unlike any other. While other Kommandorian aristocrats preferred to show off their wealth in any way they could, he preferred the simpler things in life. Unlike Tobias Rudolph, who smoked ice tobacco in an ivory pipe that was sculptured to look like a Kommandorian colonial frigate, Allistair van Silvers smoked regular tobacco imported from Kauvara in an old-fashioned corn cob pipe. While other wore shiny silver pocketwatched with long, shimmering chains, he preferred a leather wristwatch with copper hands. Aye, he was a humble man in every way, except for his acts of courage and bravery in war, which he showed through his various ribbons.

Silvers: What's our oxygen status?

Crewman: We have enough to last about 6 hours underwater.

Silvers: Good, good. Ammunitions?

Crewman: All set, sir.

Silvers: Silo bays? Blast doors?

Crewman: Silo bays are at acceptable temperatures. Blast doors are fully functional.

Silvers: Excellent! Remember men, we cannot lose. Even if we are repelled by the Armedlandicans, we will not go quietly back into the night! No! We will accept victory! Nothing less!

All crewmen: For Kommandoria! Heil der Kyzar!

The High Kaptain looked at his wristwatch. Thirty seconds until initial rocket strikes would commence. He looked up at the console in front of him. Hundreds of multi-colored buttons and switches flashed brilliantly. Then there was one large red button, surrounded by a yellow-and-black striped rectangle. The button was encased in rectangular glass prism. Next to the case was a small keyhole. Allistair touched the base of his neck. Around his neck was a thin chain from which a very simple silver key dangled. How odd that such a tiny object could instantly end tens of thousands of lives...it astounded him that he held such responsibility. Though he thoroughly enjoyed the thrill of warfare and strategy, there was something that bothered him about such weapons of mass destruction. They seemed...unfair. It was similar to two children playing chess. If the more immature child lost, he would likely flip the board, scattering the pieces. Indeed, this key was the ultimate failsafe. Ah...five seconds now...

Silvers: Prepare to launch long-range missile strikes. Full stock, 180mm incendiary rockets. Grid coordinates X652-Y1779. Fire on my mark.

Crewmen: Missiles ready, sir.

Silvers: Mark!

And with that word, dozens of blast doors hissed open on every submarine. Smoke billowed out of the silos as hundreds of rockets lifted into the sky. In a few minutes, the citizens and troops of Aba Iulia were going to have a very bad day. Meanwhile, the Omega Fleet proceeded to head towards the second staging area...

Here. ^

[The Sovietyeto]

Where?

[Kauvara]

BUNKROOM 8492, HEAVY GUARDIAN CRUISER AURASTYS
AIRSPACE OVER THE SALCARIUS PENINSULA, EASTERN KAUVARA
10:21 HOURS

Two battleships of the Skyfleet, the Clades and the Lumen, power forward, escorted by
the cruiser Conciliator on the top right, with corvettes, frigates, and indistinct fighters
surrounding the vessels

The six members of Foxtrot Squad, Alpha Company, 13th Infantry were finally getting some rest and relaxation. Not to mention, they were finally back on Earth. After fourteen months (OOC: f*ck aging) in space, setting up a colony in the Epsilon-Eredani System, they were happy to be back where they could breathe non-recycled air. Not to mention, but each of them got leave to go home, see their families.

Sydney Dunn visited her parents, back in Takan, helping her father with some of the new designs for Kauvaran holodisplays. She had become an expert with the synthetic metals and carbon-fibers that most Kauvaran vehicles used these days. She laughed out loud, remembering how her old man was so used to the tanks of the CDSPAU that he grew up with as an Armored Unit engineer.

Hearing her laugh, Yelena Federova let out a chuckle herself as she read Voyna i Mir by Tolstoy, thinking back to when she came in the front door. She decided to surprise her family, much to the annoyance of her mother. She definitively recalled walking into her family apartment. Her little brother, Mikhail, ran to her, but she quickly hushed him before he could say anything, not wanting to spoil the surprise. But her mother knew. She always knew. "V'ye pozdno," she called out from the kitchen. You're late. "Dinner is get cold. I think I still am have some tabatchnik left somewhere around here..." she muttered in her broken Kauvaran. Yelena spent the rest of her evening regaling her little brothers with stories of space, adventure, and ships. She sighed happily, recalling the looks on their faces.

Jayrus Tiberion let out a small sigh, himself, Yelena's contentment being contagious, as he cleaned his rifle. He recalled when he finally got home to Fyrto. Often called "The City of War," Fyrto was something of a pariah to the Kauvaran community. Wracked by constant civil war, the place was almost a battleground to Kauvarans. But, to Tiberion, it was home. Having been in the Fyrtan Guardian Regiment almost his whole life, he visited the barracks. All his friends were there, from back in the old days when they fought rebels together. They all teased him, calling him weak for forsaking the dust and debris of Fyrto for the grandeur and gallivanting of Coalition life. Tiberion got lost in Fyrto with them for his Leave, helping them raid rebel hideouts. He smiled, recalling his misadventures with his old squadmates in the IKGR.

His smile was infectious to the girl sitting next to him. Haruka Yamashi grinned a little, remembering the look on her mother's face when she heard Haruka would be on Earth for awhile. Haruka told her that she only had a week before redeploying with the Skyfleet, but her mother did not care, her smile as wide as ever. "Kagiri, anata wa watashi ga fumu onaji chikyū-jō ni aru node, watashi wa anata ni chikai koto o shitte iru, Haruka." As long as you are upon the same earth I tread, I know you are close, Haruka. It was that philosophy that kept her close to her brother, Keitaro, who served as an Admiral in the Chinese military. She had not seen him in so many years. She let out a small sigh, her mind wandering to her brother.

As she sighed, Sarah McGran sighed with her. She took her Leave back in her hometown of Konigzspire. Being of Irish descent, her home was in the industrial section. When she tried to find it, it had been bulldozed, a factory replacing it. Workers going in and out were speaking of some Kauvaran project that they were working on. Initially, this enraged McGran. Kauvara was supposed to be industrious, not partaking in this hideous exploitation of workers. But when one of the workers told McGran they were working on parts of an accelerator to create a substance called "Vulpesium," which would, quite literally, heal the ground in the CDSP, she rolled up her sleeves and joined them, happily toiling in the Kommandorian factories for her Leave. She grunted with satisfaction.

However, the grunt that followed from Julius Kydno was less satisfaction, and more personal uneasiness as he remembered his Leave. Kydno went back to Danik, the hometown of one of his soldiers, Richard Letkov. Letkov was killed during the Kommandorian Anomaly, his sacrifice ensuring that war was averted between Lolzieristan and Kommandoria. He reminisced about the young boy for his Leave, traveling the beautiful coastal city for a week, taking in the sights, and trying to let go. But letting go was never easy.

But for some, not being able to get go easily was a good thing. Matthias Gavenson, the squad's Captain, had a person he could not let go either. A person he had last seen in her apartment, when she bailed him out of some trouble with the Administratii fourteen months ago. A person he first met years ago (OOC: again, f*ck aging) in the Aldardan ruined city of Trayban, where they fought together. A person who was one of the most important people in Gavenson's life. For fourteen months, Gavenson tried to figure out what to say to her. No, that was not right. He knew what he wanted to say. He just did not know when or how. Or if she would say the same thing.

A holodisplay was powered on against one of the walls in the room, the Coalition Information Network playing. A newscaster was relaying the days events. "...and she was unable to be reached for comment on the issue. On to our next story, things are heating up in Armedland. The Sovietyetan advance continues from the north, meeting remarkable resistance from the Armedlandican military." Federova spat in disgust. "However, that resistance may soon falter, as Kommandorian forces are moving in from the south." At that, McGran suddenly perked her ears, looking at the TV. "There are rumors that the R.K.S. Haephestus, a massive Kommandorian supersubmarine, has been deployed. Indeed, there has been an attack following its profile. A Coalition observation satellite managed to capture this footage. We must warn you: this footage may be disturbing to some viewers."
"Heh, that's how you know it's good, eh, Haruka?" Tiberion teased. Yamashi punched him in the gut. "Ow! What the fuck did I d-?!?" She pointed at McGran, who was watching intently, focused on the display and nothing else. Tiberion fell silent, looking at the floor. The screen changed to a satellite view. It was zoomed in on a southern port city, the clouds dispersed, as well as the Gulf of Shahlamad. The waters seemed calm, until a swarm of little dots popped out of the sea, before igniting and streaming towards the city. The dots slammed into the city, little red explosions blooming like mortal roses amongst the buildings. The buildings that were directly impacted began to crumble, their rebar melting, concrete shattering, as the denizens that called them home were incinerated. The red and orange began to spread, engulfing the city as black plumes of smoke billowed overhead. The satellite switched to another view, this one of the desert near the city. A stream of people was running out, trying to find safety outside of the inferno. But to no avail. More rockets streaked into them, their bodies disappearing into dust, their black ash becoming indistinguishable from the blackened sand of the desert they sought refuge in. The feed switched once more, this one zoomed in on the gulf, and the docks of the city. Black Kommandorian ships bearing the ubiquitous "Flame in the Darkness" flags slammed into the wooden piers, their prows shattering them. With a series of thuds, landing ramps slammed into the concrete battlements, as soldiers in black trenchcoats with black gasmasks poured out, firing into the smoke as they charged into it, away from the sight of the satellite feed. The feed changed a final time, this one directly from orbit. The smoke and fire smoldered, a tiny speck, almost like a fleck of tinder on the vast Earth. The cast switched back to the anchor and the news room. The woman continued to speak. "Kommandorian forces overran the city in a matter of hours, easily wiping out the local military garrison that was severely understaffed due to its majority being sent north. There were approximately 80,000 casualties, and the numbers are still rising. It has been confirmed that around 200 civilians survived, along with some military personnel, and they are retreating north to Maesek where they hope to regroup. The Armedlandican government has appealed to the Coalition for assistance against the Kommandorian onslaught. However, Kauvaran officials are hesitant to help, as their offers for assistance to the embattled nation have been ignored before, and they see it as a personal insult to now be sought for help. However, they have released an official statement saying that they will likely see past it, and that the Coalition Council will debate the merit. Whatever happens, Armedland is in a very difficult position, and that will likely not change for some time. On to other news, the Skyfleet is being mobilized as part of what IKAF officials are calling Operation SIGNUM VICTORIA, with the Emperor himself accompanying the mobilization in an effort to assist the CDSP..."

"H...hey... Sarah...?"

McGran sat quietly, looking out of one of the windows.


BRIDGE, HEAVY GUARDIAN CRUISER AURASTYS
AIRSPACE OVER THE SALCARIUS PENINSULA, EASTERN KAUVARA
10:29 HOURS

The IKGS Aurastys

"Maintain holding position, people! And keep an eye on those scopes!" Colonel-Captain Adonius Wulff bellowed. "Fox knows the IKAC may have flights around here, and I don't want my paint chipped!"

The Aurastys had been in the service of Kauvara since its inception, and the city-state of Vulpes before then, and it looked it. The massive vessel came from a bygone age, when the size of your deck guns and the intricacies of your colors meant more than the pinpointness of your accuracy and the sleekness of your hull. In fact, it remained the last of the Calidum-class Heavy Cruisers in service with the Skyfleet of the Imperial Kauvaran Guardian Regiments. It even still used coal for its power (albeit clean and synthetic, as Kauvaran environmental laws required it, much to Wulff's chagrin), the heat of its furnaces visible in its bow. However, Wulff had been commander of the airship ever since its creation 50 years ago, and he steadfastly refused any and all refits. Even his uniform was a hybrid of Vulpesian and IKGR, the blue lights on his shoulders half-covered by braided pauldrons, and the stark white and blue of his uniform mixed with the old green and grey of the Vulpesian Air Corps.

The aging Colonel-Captain inhaled from his pipe deeply, blue kindling smoldering in its cupola as he sat in his red-velvet command chair, its goldenwood almost making it look like a throne. While Kauvara did have its traditional culture, it seemed that lately, it was being swept up in a wave of futurism. He ran his hand along the arm of his chair, feeling the inscription upon it; "LUX ET VERITAS VULPE," which translated to "THE LIGHT AND TRUTH OF THE FOX." It was worn, having seen decades of fierce battle in service of
Kauvara, the Emperor, and the Fox.

The banner of Valens, Bellator Vulpe

He sighed, looking over the banners behind him. The intricately-woven silks had faded slightly over the years, but they still shone brightly as ever. In the middle was a flag of Vulpes, from one of the old Legions, with the Crest of Kauvus and Or'yan in the middle. To the right was a modern Kauvaran flag, its brilliant blue and white starkly contrasting with its deep black. Finally, there was something from Wulff's personal collection. It was an intricate banner of Valens, Bellator Vulpe, part of the Kauvaran pantheon of Vulpesian Animism. Valens was the Kauvaran patron god of conflict, battle, warriors, honor, and more. What Wulff was proud that he still stood for. He ensured that the sailors and guardian troopers of the Aurastys said their daily litanies and benedictions to both Valens and, of course, the Fox Itself, Vulpes Ultimae, the leader of the pantheon.

That was another thing Wulff liked about the Kommandorians. They had faith in their god. Even if the poor souls were Wolf-bound for their beliefs, they believed in something, and Wulff appreciated that. He felt that Kauvarans were losing their grasp on their faith, on the patrons that gave them their livelihoods. Wulff remembered with disgust how he had approached a shopkeeper before leaving for deployment, asking him if Acerbo, Mercator Vulpe, had given him a bountiful season of profits. The young man actually asked him who Acerbo was. If Wulff did not have a schedule to keep, he would have remained in that spot and lectured the lad on the ignorance of the assistance he was getting, as well as the lack of weight in his coffers.

The Kommandorians, however misguided their worship may be, at least had their faith, believing in something greater in themselves. Despite what others may have thought, Wulff was truly a humble man. He knew everything he did was due to the people under his command, as well as the grace of the Fox. Not to mention, but he firmly believed in the theory that the Fox's Angels walked amongst Kauvarans, and Wulff was one of many who believed the 0001st Honor Squadron to be touched by the Fox. He was even a part of the nigh-universal belief that "Imperator" Gaius Kauvus (Wulff always referred to his old leader by his Vulpesian title) was a demigod sent by the Fox to ensure Kauvara gained unity, strength, and mutual community.

The Emperor himself was accompanying this voyage, riding on the Sword of Or'yan, the flagship of the Skyfleet, and one of the most advanced vessels Kauvara had ever built. Wulff grunted, some of his Kommandorian ice tobacco spilling slightly from the cupola of his pipe. The Sword of Or'yan was new, sleek, and, at least to Wulff, had absolutely no soul...


BRIDGE, FLAGSHIP SWORD OF OR'YAN
AIRSPACE OVER THE SALCARIUS PENINSULA, EASTERN KAUVARA
10:35 HOURS

The Sword of Or'yan, with escort frigates, corvettes, and fighters

Officers milled about across the expansive bridge as Emperor Aleksandr Or'yan, his ever-faith bodyguard and ex-Imperator Gaius Kauvus, and Director-General (and head of the Skyfleet) Cid Raines looked on. The crew was working rapidly to get the entire Skyfleet assembled, the largest airship mobilization since the days of the War of Unification. They were trying to keep thousands of tons of steel, thousands of crew and Marines, and millions of tons of cargo into an organized group, and that was just the Sword of Or'yan. Around them, the sky was full of ships, ranging from the massive carriers and battleships, down to the tiny corvettes and fighters.

"Raines, has the fleet assembled?" Emperor Or'yan asked, turning to the man.
"Not yet, your majesty," he Raines replied. "We are still awaiting the Almarax."
"The Almarax? What kind of ship is she?"
"A Highwind-class corvette, my lord."
"Wait... If I know my history, that model was retired years ago. Where did the Almarax come from?"
"A last minute addition to the fleet, your highness. It was approved by your signature."
"What? I didn't-" Kauvus leaned over, whispering in Or'yan's ear. "Ah, yes. Of course. The Almarax. Splendid..."


BRIDGE/HOLD/TROOP BAY/DINING AREA, CORVETTE ALMARAX
AIRSPACE OVER THE SALCARIUS PENINSULA, EASTERN KAUVARA
10:41 HOURS

"Dammit, Rydan, quit pushin' me!"
"What's going on back there, Remus?"
"Rydan won't stay on his side of the ship, Tsven!"
"Elena, go back there and make them shut up or I'm turning this thing around!"

DEPLOYMENT LIST FOR THE FIRST EXPEDITIONARY FORCE (SKYFLEET SECTION):
-Flagship Sword of Or’yan: Director-General Cid Raines, Emperor Aleksandr Or'yan, Imperator Gaius Kauvus, 5,600 crew, 16th Infantry (5,000 Marines), medical/infrastructure/food supplies, Vulpesium
-Battleship Lumen: 2,900 crew, 14th Infantry (5,100 Marines), medical/infrastructure/food supplies, Vulpesium
-Battleship Clades: 3,000 crew, 15th Infantry (5,000 Marines), medical/infrastructure/food supplies
-Heavy Cruiser Aurastys: Colonel-Captain Adonius Wulff, Foxtrot Squad, 2,600 crew, 13th Infantry (5,000 Marines), Vulpesium
-Cruiser Fox's Wrath: 1,100 crew, Vulpesium
-Cruiser Kit's Savior: 900 crew
-Cruiser Pup's Protector: 1,000 crew, food supplies
-Freighter Onus: 300 crew, medical/infrastructure/food supplies, Vulpesium
-Freighter Arca: 290 crew, medical/infrastructure/food supplies, Vulpesium
-Freighter Capsa: 300 crew, medical/infrastructure/food supplies, Vulpesium
-Freighter Fiscus: 300 crew, medical/infrastructure/food supplies, Vulpesium
-Freighter Calix: 290 crew, medical/infrastructure/food supplies, Vulpesium
-Frigate Invincible: 260 crew
-Frigate Tenacious: 240 crew
-Frigate Willful: 250 crew
-Frigate Fortitude: 250 crew
-Frigate Unyielding: 260 crew
-Frigate Inexorable: 250 crew
-Frigate Resilient: 250 crew
-Frigate Defender: 220 crew
-Frigate Ironclad: 250 crew
-Frigate-corvette Almarax: --- ERROR --- NO DATA IS AVAILABLE ON THIS SHIP --- ERROR --- NO REGISTRATION NUMBER FOUND --- ERRØ® --- ERROR OVERRIDDEN BY THE OFFICE OF THE EMPEROR --- MAY THE FOX GRACE US ---
-15 Telum-class Corvette squadrons (3-4 each)
-25 KF-11 Interceptor Squadrons (4-5 each)
-20 KB-6 Ground Attack Squadrons (4-5 each)

[Prizyetsa]

Where?

You need to actually read the post.

[Charles Buckingham 2]

Octovian Ministry of Defense
Banrich, Octovia
1500 Hours
The situation in the room was tense. If one were to walk in to the room, they could tell the mood of the room just by looking at the mens faces. They were filled with gloom and sorrow, the thought of sending their boys into harms way sent butterflies through their stomachs. Just thinking about a soldier not being able to return home, see their friends, or even share a home cooked meal with their family brought sickening thoughts to their minds. The Minister finally stood up to start speaking. "Gentleman, this is a situation that cannot be resolved with our diplomatic resources. Kommandoria has already bombarded the soldiers and citizens of Armeland. Without us, Armeland, our ally, will fall. We must act now. Tommorrow, I will bring up Operation Executive to the Senate, providing defense to Armeland. This is not a matter that is up for discussion." The meeting then quickly broke up.

Octovian Senate House
Banrich, Octovia
1200 Hours
The floor of the Senate chamber fell silent as Minister of Defense Nelson Vanwyk started to speak. "Fellow Senators, I bring before you today an act, that will do more than save lives, but will save a nation. Armeland, sometimes reffered to as our "Friend in the East" has fallen under attack from both the Kommandorians and the Soviets. WIthout foreign intereference, they will most likely fall. These invasions, were not noble ones. The invasion by the Soviets, was an attempt to gain more land for their empire. The Kommandorian invasion, to maintain their status as the economic leaders of the Darklands. This act I present to you, will allow Octovian soldiers to be placed in key cities of Armeland, offering defense to the torn nation. If our plan is approved, we may be able to save Armeland. I will not lie, our soldiers will die. But, they will die in honor of their nation. Each and every one of soldiers that will die in the streets of Armeland, will know in their hearts that their sacrifice will save thousands of lives. Today, is not a day to sit on our hands and watch the world work out its problems by itself. Today is a day where the world will know, that messing with Octovian allies is messing with Octovia. Gentlemen, on that last note, I motion to vote."

Fort Pike
Al-Sadria, Stania
1400 Hours.
Though it had been a few years since the Stanian War, the Octovian National Army still kept a base there, to maintain a military presence in hte region. Though mostly quiet, the base was still home to 25,000 soldiers and pilots of the ONA. The base's importance would now come into play, as it would be the key launching zone for their defense of Armeland. A large portion of the Octovian High Command were flown in to discuss the necessary troops needed for such an operation. They met in the confrence room, at the center of the complex where they would have the most protection from infiltration. Many Generals were in attendance, including Lieutenant General Todd Morrison, who headed the Octovian assualt of the Voroskans during the Stanian war. The men settled into the room, waiting for them to begin. "Let us begin gentlemen, we have much to do. For starters, just so everyone knows, the 13th Corps and the 27th Division have already been ordered over here to begin the assualt. My personel prediction is that we will need as many as 100,000 soldiers to keep Armeland from falling. Now, with my proposal we will be bringing in 5 corps over from Octovia by ship, protected by the majority of the ONN. The first troops should be arriving as early as three days. The ONN will be working tirelessly to ferry the troops over here from Octovia. This, unfortunately means that we will have no means to fight a naval war." Morrison sat down. The day went on with mostly technical arguments, discussing the units that they thought best to deploy and things of that nature. When the sun finally set, and the generals went to sleep, the world would be changed, for the better.

[Kauvara]

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[Kommandoria]

Approximately 3 hours ago, just a few hundred yards from the shore of Aba Iulia...

Moments ago, a swarm of large rockets swarmed high over the heads of the troops aboard the landing ships. They looked towards the city ahead of them as the rockets slammed into every square inch of concrete and steel. Buildings crumbled as bright orange flame and black smoke billowed from the heart of the city. One particular tower was struck at its midsection and toppled over onto what appeared to be a large government building. Then the sound of the explosions finally reached them. A shockwave of sound and air whooshed head-on into the crowd of hundreds of landing ships. Soldiers had to lean into the wind and adjust their gas masks in order to breathe properly. The waters of the gulf tossed the ships around, but only enough to make some of the men sick. This was not their first invasion. This was the 262nd SI Invasionary Korps. They were veterans of both the Aldard Conflict and the Voroskan Campaign. Thus, they were not fresh, new soldiers right out of boot camp. No, these were grizzled troops on the verge of becoming SZI soldiers. They said their prayers and kissed photos of their families as they readied themselves for the landing. They were drawing closer and closer to the shore. The soldiers navigating the landing ships towards the disembarking point shouted at the top of their lungs: "THIRTY SECONDS!"





Meanwhile, at an unknown location and time...

Leonardo de Vespucci XVI awoke aboard a largen, wooden galleon. He was cold...so very cold...but he was even more afraid. He looked around at his surroundings as his eyes adapted to the lack of light. He was in the cargo hold with hundreds of other people who were either sleeping on the floor or quietly talking. They all wore the typical garb of Kommandorians...but of an older fashion. Leonardo stood up and tried to steady himself; the ship was swaying heavily. Just as he managed to hold still, a sailor opened the door that lead to the surface deck.

Sailor: A thousand pardons, my Most Gracious Royal Kyzar. I did not mean to disturb your slumber, but you are needed topside.

Leonardo grumbled and rubbed his eyes. The sailor left and Leonardo started to walk towards the door. He felt as though he was not in control of his body, but rather just watching his actions. As he opened the door to the surface deck, he was struck by a freezing gale. Leonardo's body felt like every cell of his blood has been chilled to the core. He looked to the sky. It was pitch black. There were no stars...no moon...no light whatsoever. He stumbled in the darkness, trying to find something to hold on to. Finally, a voice called out to him. "Leonardo! Over here!" It was a miracle that Leonardo managed to find his way to the voice. The blackness of the night was as thick and dark as Kommandorian gunpowder. Leonardo could barely see more than six inches in front of him. Then, the face of a man appeared very close to his. It was Vicente de Palermo! Leonardo recognized the rugged man's face from the hundreds of portraits of him that hung from the walls of the Royal Kyzar's Palazzo! He was the closest friend and advisor of the first Leonardo de Vespucci! The man had a long, black beard that blended with the unholy darkness that enshrouded him. His eyes and hair were equally as dark. "Leonardo, we are lost in the blackness of the night. Truly, we are forsaken in this most heinous sea. You alone must guide our way." No more than a second after he had finished speaking, Vicente faded into the darkness with a whisper.

Leonardo's body once again took control and he was forced to simply watch his actions. He felt guided to the bow of the mighty galleon. As he reached the end, he fell to his knees and clasped his hands together. "Yahweh...most powerful and loving Yahweh...why have you left us to suffer, lost and alone in this place of despair? Why do you abandon your people, your children?" At this point, Leonardo lay prostrate on the hard, cold planks of the deck. "I give my self to you, though I am but a lowly, humble being, unworthy to hear the glorious symphony of your voice. I beg of you, answer my prayers..." It was then that Leonardo's frozen body grew warm, and he sat back on his knees. Far off in the distance, for what appeared to be hundreds of miles away, was a tiny flame. Leonardo's lips quivered violently. "Ya...Yahw--?"

"SILENCE!" boomed a voice from every direction. The thunder of its sound made Leonardo's ears ache. "Have you no faith, my child? Do you doubt the everlasting love and guidance of your Lord?" it queried affectionately. Leonardo shook, incapable of speaking. "Hold strong to your faith, I will be there for you...always..." whispered into both of his ears. Leonardo shut his eyes, so very unworthy to hear the audible voice of Yahweh. But he could feel light penetrating through the lids of his eyes. It was the flame. He opened his eyes to behold what had become a bonfire in the distance. It illuminated the sea for hundreds of miles. Leonardo looked to his left and his right. There were thousands of other galleons on both sides, each with huge crowds of people on their decks, all staring at the beauty of the flame. He turned around to see that the people from below deck had come up to see the flame as well. Leonardo turned back to the flame and he felt his body grow warm with comfort. The voice bellowed from the sky, in the most loving and affectioante voice Leonardo had ever heard: "I will be there for you...always...a flame within the darkness..."

Leonardo heard Vicente's voice again, over his shoulder. "Your people stand before you, My Royal Kyzar. We await leadership from he who brought us salvation." Leonardo turned to face Vicente, whose hand was outstretched, offering a glass of water to Leonardo. Leonardo took the glass and looked down at the water...he saw the reflection of the first Vespucci...and awoke...

Leonardo de Vespucci XVI flew from his bed in a cold sweat. He fell to the floor, his body felt as though it had been put through an oven. "The dream..." he whispered to himself. He had just experienced the exact same dream that every Vespucci before him since the first had experienced...




Meanwhile, back at Aba Iulia...

The 262nd was about to make landfall in only ten seconds now. The men cocked their guns and braced themselves for impact. Then it happened. The sound of metal shattering wood filled the air as the landing ships tore through the many piers that covered the beach. The doors of the ships flew down and the soldiers stormed out, but there were no Armedlandican troops in sight. The entire city was engulfed in fire and black smoke. The men remained cautious nonetheless as they poured out onto the beach by the thousands. Guns raised they began to move into the city streets. One squad finally encountered life...or what was left of it...

A lone Armedlandican soldier slowly stumbled down the shattered street; he limply held his gun, letting it dangle along. His face was covered with black smudges and scrapes. His eyes were wide and full of shock. The Kommandorian squad that spotted him trained their AR-15's on him.

Sergeant: Drop the weapon! Now!

The Armedlandican soldier stared back at the squad, as though they weren't even there. He dropped his gun, though he may not have even heard the Sergeant.

Sergeant: Smart move, foreign swine! Now get on the ground and put your hands where I can see them!

The soldier continued to stare, but did not move an inch. Suddenly, he fell to his knees and coughed violently. He then looked to the sky, closed his eyes, and fell over. A Kommandorian medic sprinted over and checked his pulse. Dead. Other squads encountered similar incidents. The rockets had either killed or shellshocked the entire population. Another squad (Charlie Squad) checked an apartment for survivors. A Korporal, Joseph Lysander, kicked in the door to a room. It was filled with layers of ash. Charlie Squad began looting the apartment, but the Sergeant, Dominic Trousseau, walked into a room with peeling pink wallpaper. It had a small bed with pink blankets embossed with pictures of flowers. The bed was filthy, as was the rest of the room. Dominic walked to the corner of the room where there was a little wicker chest. He squatted and carefully opened it. Inside sat a black teddy bear; its fur was somewhat matted. He picked it up and gazed into its glassy eyes. Dominic had the same kind of teddy bear when he was a child in the suburbs of Stobaakin. His eyes watered a bit, and he gingerly placed the bear in his backpack. The squad exited the apartment after thoroughly looting it and rendezvoused in the street.

Kpl. Lysander: You guys find anything good?

Pvt. Bullard: Nah. It's disgusting in there.

Pvt. Ebetts: A nice pair of sneakers, ha ha.

Kpl. Gaston: A carton of cigarettes.

Pvt. Bullard: Gimme a pack, Gaston.

Kpl. Gaston: Here ya go.

Kpl. Lysander: What about you, Sarge?

Sgt. Trousseau: ...Huh? Oh, uh no. Nothing...

Kpl. Lysander: Well, I guess we better check the rest of the city.

Sgt. Trousseau: Yeah...let's go.





Back onboard the R.K.S. Blood Ruby, High Admiral Vito DiBartolo was shuffling through reports. 78,000 casualties? 200 survivors? These were surprisingly high results. It was obvious that there would not be a need for another bombardment. No matter, that just meant that more troops could be unloaded faster. A makeshift airstrip would have to be constructed outside of Aba Iulia in order to accommodate the Kombat Zeppelins while they unload and refuel. Reports also stated that Octovia would be entering the war...as Armedland's ally. "Hmph...a foolish mistake by a foolish nation. How dare they stand in the way of our glorious invasion! They will suffer just as the people of Aba Iulia have suffered..." he thought to himself. Within four hours, all ground forces would be unloaded from the ships. An hour after that, the airstrip would be complete. It would take another two hours after that to get all remaining ground forces unloaded. Then...the real war would begin...

[The Sovietyeto]

Octovian Ministry of Defense
Banrich, Octovia
1500 Hours
The situation in the room was tense. If one were to walk in to the room, they could tell the mood of the room just by looking at the mens faces. They were filled with gloom and sorrow, the thought of sending their boys into harms way sent butterflies through their stomachs. Just thinking about a soldier not being able to return home, see their friends, or even share a home cooked meal with their family brought sickening thoughts to their minds. The Minister finally stood up to start speaking. "Gentleman, this is a situation that cannot be resolved with our diplomatic resources. Kommandoria has already bombarded the soldiers and citizens of Armeland. Without us, Armeland, our ally, will fall. We must act now. Tommorrow, I will bring up Operation Executive to the Senate, providing defense to Armeland. This is not a matter that is up for discussion." The meeting then quickly broke up.

Octovian Senate House
Banrich, Octovia
1200 Hours
The floor of the Senate chamber fell silent as Minister of Defense Nelson Vanwyk started to speak. "Fellow Senators, I bring before you today an act, that will do more than save lives, but will save a nation. Armeland, sometimes reffered to as our "Friend in the East" has fallen under attack from both the Kommandorians and the Soviets. WIthout foreign intereference, they will most likely fall. These invasions, were not noble ones. The invasion by the Soviets, was an attempt to gain more land for their empire. The Kommandorian invasion, to maintain their status as the economic leaders of the Darklands. This act I present to you, will allow Octovian soldiers to be placed in key cities of Armeland, offering defense to the torn nation. If our plan is approved, we may be able to save Armeland. I will not lie, our soldiers will die. But, they will die in honor of their nation. Each and every one of soldiers that will die in the streets of Armeland, will know in their hearts that their sacrifice will save thousands of lives. Today, is not a day to sit on our hands and watch the world work out its problems by itself. Today is a day where the world will know, that messing with Octovian allies is messing with Octovia. Gentlemen, on that last note, I motion to vote."

Fort Pike
Al-Sadria, Stania
1400 Hours.
Though it had been a few years since the Stanian War, the Octovian National Army still kept a base there, to maintain a military presence in hte region. Though mostly quiet, the base was still home to 25,000 soldiers and pilots of the ONA. The base's importance would now come into play, as it would be the key launching zone for their defense of Armeland. A large portion of the Octovian High Command were flown in to discuss the necessary troops needed for such an operation. They met in the confrence room, at the center of the complex where they would have the most protection from infiltration. Many Generals were in attendance, including Lieutenant General Todd Morrison, who headed the Octovian assualt of the Voroskans during the Stanian war. The men settled into the room, waiting for them to begin. "Let us begin gentlemen, we have much to do. For starters, just so everyone knows, the 13th Corps and the 27th Division have already been ordered over here to begin the assualt. My personel prediction is that we will need as many as 100,000 soldiers to keep Armeland from falling. Now, with my proposal we will be bringing in 5 corps over from Octovia by ship, protected by the majority of the ONN. The first troops should be arriving as early as three days. The ONN will be working tirelessly to ferry the troops over here from Octovia. This, unfortunately means that we will have no means to fight a naval war." Morrison sat down. The day went on with mostly technical arguments, discussing the units that they thought best to deploy and things of that nature. When the sun finally set, and the generals went to sleep, the world would be changed, for the better.

Love it how you said I invaded first, as it was he did so.

[The Sovietyeto]

Location: Old Kremlin, War Department
Time: 0200 Hours, Standard Moscow Timing
Subject: Operation Baron

Old maps of paper along with the sleek electronic maps of the present technology stood in array. A blackness clung around the room like a shadow in the night although the room was well lit with the filtered lights suspended from the ceiling. And in the war department was a series of tables. The innermost formed a small triangle that had three seats. One  for the leader of each branch of the army, the grand general of the army, the high admiral of the navy and the grand marshal of the airforce. The high admiral was dead however from the suspected sabotage on the Moskva, which was under investigation. This was the least of their worries though.

Outside the triangle was several sets of circular tables. Arranged so that the more important you were, the closer to the center you sat.

The grand general sat. He was decorated in a fabulous array of badges on his uniform and it seemed amazing you could fit so many of them on ones own uniform. His brimmed hat boasted the crest of his nation and position. Although his hair was receding his mustache was large, bushy and black. He drummed his fingers and spoke in a voice that sounded like it wanted things to be done, and would accomplish them above and beyond the requirement.

"I see no reason why we should not appoint him. We need a new high admiral and Rostislav is the best man I've seen for years."

The marshal replied in a silky voice. "Then appoint him, I have no objection where you have not convinced me otherwise." The marshal wasn't as well dressed as the grand general but still had an imposing posture and position to match his. And more important one of the best airforce leader the world had ever seen. The only men to match his skill was Kuavarans with their advanced tech and experience in the field of aeronautics.

The grand general stood up and pushed his chair back. "Then I am proud to announce that Rostislav is the new high admiral of the red fleet."

A boom of clapping emerged from the crowd of military people. Rostislav stepped up and entered the triangle of two, now three men.

The grand general sat down and started talking immediately. "So then, operation Baron..."

SOVIET-ARMEDLAND BORDER

Soviet troops mowed down the invaders, but more came. The Armedladian tanks were now piles of rubble that soldiers his behind. A good 6,500 men were left and the Soviet losses were minimal, but as far as percentages they couldn't hold forever. And between them all lay a vast ocean of differences. Te Armedlandians were morally poor off and had no experience. The Soviets had a mass wave of patriotism and had been hardened in war. The Soviets had top of the line weapons and the Armedlandians had outdated ones, mostly imported.

And now a few planes had dared to take to the skies, the Soviet end was about to respond though. And now that the civilians had been evacuated it would be nasty for the Armedlandians... Very nasty indeed.

A sole LEV-Fighter flew. The LEV series had probably started off as a joke, then become serious. The idea of painting faces on a plane was not new, but was certainly considered silly in the USSR. In truth though it wasn't really considered silly in other countries. Quite a few did it actually. The engines were an oddity to. Although there were jet engines the wings claimed four propellers with an odd slope in the blades. The wings not only housed engines, they housed guns, lots of guns, lots of little guns. It wouldn't be very far of in fact to call this particular LEV a more modern 'Spitfighter'.

And so command decided they would need one, just one. If more were needed they could be there quickly.

A few hundred dots on the left, a few thousand on the right. And five planes in the air. Planes that stayed cautiously away from the battle. Now and then but less often then not a plane might make a daring dive to kill and usually fail. The planes were outdated, with rookies at the controls. It certainly wouldn't be efficient to shoot the planes down over their targets, better they die and crush their own fellows.

The man in the cockpit let a burt of shells. Nothing long, just enough to be noticed before turning the the right. The planes followed. The man turned the plane around and let a burst of fire. The one at the very back hesitated on a turn and got hit. A price of the wing fell off and landed in the sands below. It wasn't a fatal hit, but it didn't seem to mater. Had the plane been piloted right it might have been just fine, but it wasn't. There was a recruit at the controls. And panic makes haste, and haste makes waste. The plane spirited down and landed in the sand, the engine stalled. The man piloting it would live. But the Soviet pilot still had to kill four more and then the army (Which would be considerably easier as they would present an easier target).

To: Armedlandian Government
From: Kommichar Placevi
Encryption: Kuup64 (Very High)
Message:
It is doubtless that you are aware of this situation. You have attacked the Sovietyeto with neither reason or warning. Indeed, though your forces outnumber us you will also note Rey are losing sorely not to mention their poor morale.

The pact you made with the DSP and China has fallen. Your entire plan centered on China's support, and China has decided to go into isolation from you. It is a pity though that we could not discuss peace face to face for that reason however. In the hope that peace will prevail either way I have drawn up the following treaty. This is a basic rundown, the official version shall be mailed to you after your acceptance if you do. Kommandoria is taking you on as well. You cannot afford to fight us both, under that please to accept to the following terms.

1. Armedland will dismantle any of its nuclear warhead tipped ICBMs or SLBMs or any other nuclear weapon. It will never produce ant in the future fir use on earth. In return if a similar agreement (dismantling nuclear weapons) is made will the DSP the USSR will follow suit and dismantle it's nuclear weapons.

2. The Armedlandian military is forbidden to come within 60 kilometers of the Soviet border.

3. Both the governments of the USSR and Armedland agree never to go to war again.

4. In the Intrest of providing better living condition and more freedoms for you people we ask that 500 million people (500,000,000) are taken into the citizenship and protection of the USSR.

5. The Soviet Government agrees not to blockade Armedland's oil shipments in the future unless they intrude into our waters unwanted.

6. Armedland will not purchase or import weapons from other countries.

7. To prevent future wars and increase global safety an alliance will be formed with the Sovietyeto and Armedland being it's first members.

[Kaligula]

To: The Sovietyeto
From: Minister of Treaties Argus Rahl of Kaligula
Sub: Declaration of War

It is my responsibility as Minister of Treaties to inform you that the Controller has given the order to declare war upon your country. In light of your nuclear attack upon CDSP civillians, the invasion of Armedland which you Prizyetsa or Armedland started (we haven't quite figured it out since we were busy experimenting with our new chemical/nuclear potato gun that never worked), holding out on the punchline of that funny joke, and for not letting our Controller in your snowfort in Iceland. the Controllate of Kaligula has decided the best course of action to stop your unchecked aggression against our allies. In our liberation of the oppressed territories that you hold, we will not be using nuclear weapons. It is our hope that you do not make the mistake of destroying hundreds of thousands if not millions of lives by using nuclear weapons again. If you do then we see no other choice then to launch nuclear weapons of our own. As a precaution against civilian casualties, we offer 28 hours for your government to evacuate civilians in Scandinavia, Iceland, and the territories bordering the CDSP. We hope that you take advantage of this time to do exactly that.

If you have any questions regarding this matter please use the same frequency as this transmission. Our country has blocked all communications and is in a state of emergency until this conflict has been resolved.

Ave,

Minister Argus Rahl.

[Kaligula]

The 1st, 2nd, and 3rd Legate has activated their reserve units in Kaligula to defend the island against possible invasion and aerial bombardment. The entire Armada has allocated destroyers, 3 aircraft carriers, and submarines to the Island should the sea mines not be enough (though close to 1,000 have been placed).

Forces in CDSP have repositioned themselves at the border of the Soviet territories. The 2nd Air Armada has been dispatched to assist troops at the Sovietyeto/CDSP border. They carried several nuclear warheads and a secret undisclosed amount of biological weapons (OOC: mustard gas). As instructed, they are not to use this arsenal unless given expressed permission. The 2nd Air Armada and the rest of Kali forces joined CDSP military to take up defensive positions and prepared for an incoming Soviet attack.

The 2nd and 3rd Legate boarded the 1st & 3rd Armada and a the remaining 2nd Armada that had not stayed behind in CDSP waters. This large force stopped at the edge of Kali and CDSP waters. Submarines, a few light frigates, and B-1 Lancers went into Soviet waters near Iceland and Scandinavia using radar and sonar to detect mines and Soviet submarines.

If the initial reconnaissance proved successful then large invasion force would split. Half entering Iceland's waters (being mindful of the Prizyetsa islands) and the other half entering Scandinavia's waters. Mines will be scattered in the waters to prevent a Soviet naval counter attack.

If the recon encountered major resistance, then the fleet (in a staggered formation) would begin a strategic bombardment of soviet naval vessels. Tornado fighters and Mirages will be deployed immediately after the second volley and missile attack. These fighters will engage soviet ships/aircraft in a lightning attack. If there is too much resistance they immediately pull back and the Kali vessels will resume missile attacks on enemy aircraft and vessels.

Prizyetsa will be said an emergency advisement pertaining to the mines being deployed in the surrounding waters. We will avoid placing any mines in Prizyetsa waters however we understand it will be nearly impossible to safety travel in or out of the small Prizyetsa islands near Iceland. For this inconvenience, we offer our deepest apologies and offer 4 of our Kobben class submarines to stay near your waters to escort any ships through the minefield.

When the invasion force reaches their respective objectives of Iceland and Scandinavia, they will stagger their forces to cover as much area as possible without compromising their tactical advantage of great numbers. B-1 Lancers will be dispatched over the Soviet territories of Scandinavia and Iceland to conduct reconnaissance and to engage any anti-aircraft and any possible military vessels in harbor. The B-1 Lancers will be followed by A-10 Thunderbolts but at a distance to ensure the safety of the Lancers. The A-10's are very well equipped to engage any enemy ships and aircraft. These aircraft will not bombing anything other then the targets previously mentioned, to ensure a minimum loss of life. ONLY ANTIAIRCRAFT, MILITARY VESSELS, AND ENEMY AIRCRAFT. Since the 28 hours will not have been elapsed by this time, they are not permitted to bomb any other targets.

[Kaligula]

The 4 submarine detachment under Captain Oslanka received orders to clear a path through the minefield in international waters so that trade to and from the islands would not be at risk. As a secondary precaution, Captian Oslanka positioned the 4 submarines bordering the minefield to keep non soviet vessels from entering the minefield. A reoccuring emergency transmission was broadcasted in Kali (Germanic), Prizetsa, Kommandorian, and Kuavarian, listing the coordinated of the safe path. This path was large enough to accommodate even the largest of ships. Once this process was complete the new K-series underwater mines were armed using a cyz encrypted frequency. A similiar frequency will be transmitted to disarm these mines when needed.

[Isolated China]

Beijing, China
"Are you sure Premier? We did this to find more time, and to think over our next course of actions. To announce it just hours before the invasion is but madness, that will ultimately ruin the plan!" Field Marshal Wong Jangquin yelled. The Premier turned around, his eyes imitating ice. "My wife of 22 years died a few days ago. Would you like to know why?" The Field Marshal went silent as the Premier turned around, thinking about the moment. "A tourist from the Sovietyeto, who had come to see the Forbidden Palace, got angry that we were holding him up from returning to the 'motherland.' Held up a gun and shot her before the guards got a chance to detain him." He then grabbed the picture of his wife on the table. It was their wedding day. So long ago, yet so recent. It came back all too quickly.......

Flashback: Church in Dailan, Manchuria

"Do you swear in solemn oath, to love her, to cherish her, to protect her from all harms, in sickness and in health, in times of great grief, struggle and pain, and in times of anger and bitterness?" Xiang Qui looked deep into his wife's eyes, and saw her very soul and being. He saw love and eternal happiness. "I do." The priest turned to his wife. "Do you as well swear in solemn oath, to love him, to cheish him, to help him in times of need, in sickness and in health, in times of great grief, struggle and pain, and in times of anger and bitterness?" A tear dropped from his wife's eye. "I do." The priest then announced in a loud, happy voice. "Then you may now kiss the bride!" Xiang locked into a deep kiss with his new wife. The whole church was full of cheering. 'Twas a joyous moment indeed.'

Beijing, China

"I....understand sir. I can give you a few minutes if you wish." Wang spoke quietly. A tear fell from the Premier's eye, and hit the desk. "No, I'm fine. Get to your position, I must announce the country." He said while wiping his eyes, already puffing. The Field Marshal saluted him, then walked out. 'These bastards enslave people for their own gain. They believe they are superior. Lets see who's superior when Moskva is in ruins!' Xiang thought to himself. He put down the picture of his wife, then walked out. His speech was to kick off in an hour.

An hour later......

Xiang stood tall at the podium. His completely black suit reflected his mood. As the cameraman counted down to one, Xiang knew what was to happen. China was destined for war. For too long, the Sovietyeto had been colonizing and invading the East, one country at a time. They had the largest empire, of which they were proud of. Too proud, however. They as a people had become arrogant, believing all others would be trumped under their boot-heel. The Dragon would teach them a lesson that would not be forgotten.

"People of China, and gracious peoples of the World," he began. "I have come to address you all after our sudden breaking of relations and stopping of talks with all foreign nations. It was shocking, that we suddenly stopped communicating with the outside world, that we stopped all trade agreements. But it was necessary. Necessary to think things over. And now, China has decided on its decision in the War of the East. Within 8 hours, the Sovietyeto will be invaded by Chinese armies, unless it sues for peace. As for the Armedlandians, within 12 hours, Chinese forces will be given the go ahead to assist its ally and force both the Kommandorians and Soviets to stop their relentless assault. Our friend in the deserts has shown this nation great compassion, and such compassion we will return. As for the humanitarian aid for the CDSP, anyone who attempts to stop the shipments will face dire consequences. As for the Coalition, we ask they provide as much aid as possible, that the Middle Kingdom will be willing to pay whatever it has to to help its ally." Xiang Qui then turned toward the Camera that was recording to the Sovietyeto. "Soviet bastards, expect hell." He then walked off the stage, the audience stunned.

As the message finished, the whole nation came alive. In factories from Shanghai to Golmud, weapons and tanks were being produced in large quantities. In recruiting offices from Beijing to Hainan, citizens were being signed up for war. In all vital places, SAMs and radiation cleaners were on standby. The Chinese Airforce was preparing to hit its objectives. Finally, China's fine armies were lined up on the border, to start the invasion in merely 8 hours. Such, was the inevitable fate of the nation. The fate, was war.

[The Sovietyeto]

The Soviet Union was in a cash crunch, but it may be that is was about to jump to a boom now. It begins with the New Kremlin.

Following the destruction of Moscow most buildings were flooded and burned and buried in derbies due to an error in construction on the power grid. The breakers failed and havoc followed. After clearing and rebuilding buildings were entirely rebuilt. Buildings and roads and larks and so on were made new. Some buildings were saved and luckily they were the historic ones. Moscow was a beautiful city as far as the architecture. However during the construction a new building was made for the Capitol, now the old Kremlin was used for military meetings and as a museum.

The New Kremlin was a tall building, or sever tall buildings, all seemingly leaning over to connect into a single tower about halfway up. Various other things were also noticeable and beautiful. Below a huge manicured lawn sat with pools and trees. It was a nice place in the morning and even nicer when it was night when the smartly place light made it seem radiant.

To meet it's power needs Solar panels were placed in area in both the building and the ground below. A second power source was the wind turbines and if the two both didn't work they could use an emergency power unit. A third underground generator was being planned and would feed the power consumption of the tower and the surrounding city landscape.

Komichar Placevi sat at his desk, enjoying a snow cone. It would have seemed strange to an outsider, most people though of Russia as some sort of tundra wasteland with year-round cold. It had both extremes in reality.  Both cold and beautiful winters and pleasant summers.

Komichar Placevi was dying, he didn't look it, but he felt it. Now that isnt sayibg much. We are all, very slowing approaching our time to leave this world which therefore is considered dying. So we are all dying very, very slowly. Komichar Placevi however was an older person. He was one of those people who are approaching their time. He was old, with a bald head and a small grey beard he looked much like a stereotypical old grandfather.

The message from China had come most rudely. It was far fetched to declare a hopeless war for what one person did. He didn't imagine the war would be popular in any case either. He had also sent mail to the nations of Armedland, DSP and Kaligula offering for a white peace and an agreement never to go to war again. It was a lengthy treaty but covered most aspects.

The leader of the 'Soviet bastards' as the Chinese leader put it, was sitting back, laughing over how miserably he predicted China's attack would fail. They could attack by neither missile, plane or boat. Only by a mass of peasants. It may not have been really that funny but for a man and politician like Komichar it was. And so he laughed and laughed and laughed. The truth was Komichar wasn't taking this as seriously as he should have. Once this voew gripped him he acted.

After laughing he calmed down and grabbed a phone, the phone to the leader of China.

[Kommandoria]

Within the Bridge Tower of the R.K.S. Blood Ruby...

High Admiral Vito DiBartolo was still sifting through a mountain of paperwork. Report after report after report...it was ridiculous. And what was this...China?! China would be entering the conflict now on Armedland's side? Kommandoria could easily crush Armedland alone. Even with Octovia's assistance, Kommandoria would still likely win. But three nations at once, one of which had soldiers that numbered in the tens of millions? Agh...this would be most difficult to resolve. The city of Aba Iulia was shattered. The flames had barely died down since the bombardment, and what little remained had been looted. A fortified perimeter was being established by building walls of sandbags and barricades of wrecked vehicles. The airstrip had been built and the 17th Kombat Zeppelin Fleet had landed. All troops were unloaded and were taking up defensive positions. Aba Iulia had become Kommandoria's new forward operating base. The entrance of China into the war had complicated things...Kommandoria would have to take action very slowly and delicately.

The Omega Fleet had finally arrived at what was left of the port's docks. If a counterattack were to occur, the infantry and armor would have naval artillery support, as well as missile support from the submarine pack. The Armedlandican flag in the center of the city's plaza had been scorched black. Several SI soldiers rushed over to tear it down and hoist a fresh Kommandorian flag up to the sky. To add further insult to injury, an undamaged statue of Richard Armedland was yanked to the ground by grappling hooks. All forces were ordered to simply hold the city and only fire if fired upon. But what was this? Vito had received a report from an HK squad that had looted the mayor's office. They'd found a message from the Armedlandican government to the mayor. While the message was heavily burned, it was still readable. It seemed the government knew about the imminent bombardment, but decided to refrain from warning or evacuating the citizens. The only possible reasoning was that the huge loss of innocent people would result in international sympathy and military aid. It all made sense now...the Coalition would likely be interested in hearing about this discovery...

[Prizyetsa]

Kierra, Sinnøy (place ending in -øy means it is an island. Comes from the Norwegian dialect from around where I live.), E.P.T.

“Good morning sir.” a voice from behind the post commander’s desk said. The commander, a slowly aging man in his mid-forties, turned his chair around and stood up to greet the woman who stood in his doorway. The woman smiled and walked in, extending her hand to embrace his. He stood up and straightened his uniform. “Ili! If you had informed me of your visit earlier, I’d have prepared something for you!” He grabbed her hand with both of his and shook it. “How long has it been my dear girl?” he asked her, stepping back to have a look at her. “I don’t know, but it’s been too long.” She replied, showing off her girlish smile. “Indeed it has girl. Please, have a seat, we have much to talk about!” He told her, pulling his own chair from behind the desk. “Thank you Barabard.” She said, taking a seat. As she made herself comfortable, she placed her beret on her lap and smoothened out her uniform. The commander watched her. “So, what brings you to this lovely island, my dear?” She said nothing for a moment, choosing her words. “Well, Sovietyeto does.” He raised an eyebrow. “Oh?” She sighed. “Yes. It seems the Støreråd has made their descision. We will be making a coordinated strike against Soviet held lands to the North.” He leaned against his desk, opposite of Ilanii. “I see.” He sighed. “I take it that’s why there was a huge increase in naval and air force power here?” Ilanii didn’t answer, as she just nodded. “Yup.” There was a brief silence. “Well, I have to get back to provisional headquarters. I just dropped by to tell you what was happening and to tell you that the navy is sending reinforcements.” She said, standing up and putting on her beret. “Reinforcements? What kind of reinforcements?” he asked her, standing up himself. “Have you heard rumors of the new Fenix class cruiser?” He nodded. “They’re sending one. It just finished trials in the Northern Seas. Crack crew onboard as well. They say she’ll be coordinating the invasion.” Again, he said nothing, only acknowledging her with a whistle. “Damn.” Ilanii smiled. “You havn’t changed a bit in twenty years old man.” She laughed. “Neither have you Ili. Take care of yourself, okay?” She nodded. “Can we get something to drink sometime, commander Haverson?” she asked him, offering her hand to him. “Of course.” He said, hugging her. “May the twins protect you.” He whispered, offering her an old Northern charm to protect her. “And you as well.” She replied, smiling. She turned around and walked out of his office. “My my Ilanii, how the hell am I going to protect you now…” he mumbled as he sighed.

PPMS Fenix, Northern Entas Ocean under way to Sinnøy

“Radar jamming is covering us?” a rear-admiral asked his electronics officer. “All signs say so, yes. AEW&C aircraft are operating as they should, sir.” The admiral stood up. “Wonderful. How long until we arrive?” he asked his navigation officer. “We’ll in port by tomorrow evening, sir.” The nav officer called back. Satisfied, the rear-admiral walked across the bridge one more time, reviewing all stations before sitting back in his commander’s chair. He leant back into the leather chair, and flipped one of the many switches on the chair’s armrest. The lights dimmed and a small holographic image of a woman appeared in the central console. She shimmered in a neutral grey, showing that she “felt” at ease, and that everything was in order on board the ship. “What is our current speed Nata?” The figure turned to face the admiral. “We are currently cruising at 32.7 knots rear-admiral Uttoyan.” The figure pulled up a holographic schematic which displayed the ship’s power output, and what weapons systems and electronics suites were active. “As you can see, we are currently using 72.5% of our potential speed.” The admiral studied the schematics, and pleased with what he saw, nodded. “Thank you Nata.” A wash of blue rushed down the previously grey figurine as she bowed, flickering away, leaving the bridge as it was before.

OOC: More to come soon.

[Kaligula]

Sent to every major newspaper in the Darklands was a tape recording of a wire tapped phone call between the Sovietyeto leader and the leader of Armedland. In the conversation they discussed a "white peace agreement."


How was the wire tap placed?

Due to the technological disaster in Moscow, there was a surge in demand for skilled builders, electricians, plumbers, HVAC, etc. It just so happens that the Shepard agents in Moscow who have been in deep cover, were skilled in these trades. Since they had credentials and passed background checks, they were cleared to do contract construction work and repairs on the various government buildings, including the Kremlins. For Shepard Agent 44 and 39, it was not uncommon to see the Kremlin and his secretary pass by in the halls. These two agents were looking for information on a different matter altogether, but the information they found proved much more valuable. The entire Shepard team operating in Moscow has been integrated quietly inside the bureaucratic web of Sovietyeto. None of them had to go out of their way to acquire bits of information, most of it seemed a bit trivial. It wasn't until Agent 39 and Agent 44 set up the phone lines in the Kremlin building that allowed more vital information to be acquired.

Agent 39 and Agent 44 enjoyed a fine dinner with Minister Argus Rahl back in District 1, Kaligula.

"Your superiors and I looked over your after action report rather thoroughly." said Minister Argus Rahl, lighting a cigarette and placing the lighter on the table. "But tell me, and I want the truth...I know for a fact that the KGB isn't stupid. There is no way they would have the Kremlin's personal office line so unguarded that a contract electrician with a basic secret clearance would be able to place a wire tap. Agent 6 has a top secret clearance, and he would be arrested for just looking at the Kremlin's office door."
39 and 44 exchanged glances but showed no emotion.
Argus rested the cigarette in the ashtray and began to cut into the last of his steak and continued,
"So how did you get this recording?"

Agent 44 cleared his throat and began neutrally, "A man in a black suit gave me the recording in a bar called 'stingers'. He...he spoke in Kali." Agent 44 cleared his throat again, now with a hint of nervousness,

"He knew that I wasn't Russian."

[Kaligula]

Off the coast of Stavanger and Bergen, Norway

The entirety of Kaligula's National Offensive Corps had undergone a massive reallocation and deployment of troops and resources. The seas separating the British Isles, Scandinavia, and Northern Europe hadn't seen so many military vessels navigating the waters in quite some time. All three Armadas, carrying the 1st and 2nd Legate as well as both Armada Assualt Forces (marines), were now dotting the coastline of the Norwegian cities of Stavanger and Bergen.

A broadcast was aired:
"Attention residents of Stavanger and Bergen and the people of Scandinavia, even though the 28 hours given to your Kremlin to evacuate his people to safety has not been utilized, the Controllate of Kaligula will give the city officials of Stavanger and Bergen the same opportunity. To the military forces of Stavanger, and Bergen: to spare your cities from the destruction of war, and to spare the lives of your comrades, send a radio reply to the following frequency and await instructions to surrender.[48880256]"

[Prizyetsa]

Off the coast of Oslo and Bergen, Norway

The entirety of Kaligula's National Offensive Corps had undergone a massive reallocation and deployment of troops and resources. The seas separating the British Isles, Scandinavia, and Northern Europe hadn't seen so many military vessels navigating the waters in quite some time. All three Armadas, carrying the 1st and 2nd Legate as well as both Armada Assualt Forces (marines), were now dotting the coastline of the Norwegian cities of Oslo and Bergen.

A broadcast was aired:
"Attention residents of Oslo and Bergen and the people of Scandinavia, even though the 28 hours given to your Kremlin to evacuate his people to safety has not been utilized, the Controllate of Kaligula will give the city officials of Oslo and Bergen the same opportunity. To the military forces of Oslo, and Bergen: to spare your cities from the destruction of war, and to spare the lives of your comrades, send a radio reply to the following frequency and await instructions to surrender.[48880256]"

OOC: Which map are you using? On the old "world" map, Oslo and Bergen were Laviy. Furthermore, Oslo is at the end of a 100km long fjord.