Glondbom's coming back [SEMI-OPEN, ATTN: Longfort]

[Hippostania]

OOC: If you're not going to do anything but write an angry communique, you can post in this thread freely. If you're giving support to either side, please TG me first. Also note that military intervention is not allowed; donating military supplies or providing advisors however, is allowed.

HNS Meyer, Hamilton class guided missile frigate of the Hippostanian Navy
Gulf of Bordländen, Longfort
06:34, October 24th 2012

It was half past six in the morning. The sun had just begun to rise over the horizon, coloring the sky into a mix of yellow, orange, red and purple. With the exception of the waves roaring against each other and the ship, and the seagulls screaming, it was strangely quiet; almost silent. The first rays of sunlight cast their rays on a lonely grey ship that was traversing the waves. This ship was the HNS Meyer, a Hamilton class guided missile frigate, a fairly old ship that was rapidly approaching the end of its operational lifetime; it was due to be scrapped in just three our four years.

Commander of the Meyer was Captain Bradley "Brad" Camden. He had just woken up and was heading down to the messdeck to have some breakfast with his men. Camden didn't like to be above his men, he wanted them to consider him a regular guy, just like he was. To achieve this, he often dined with his men instead of eating in the officers lounge. Once Camden reached the messdeck, the room was already full of soldiers queueing for their breakfast. Some soldiers were still asleep in their berthing compartments, happily sleeping and not knowing that the best pieces of eggs and bacon were already being taken by those who had woken up before them.

Camden stepped in the queue, ready to get his traditional but not-so-healthy breakfast that tasted good despite looking like.. well, something not so good. For a passing moment, Camden thought of heading upstairs to the officers' lounge to get something a little more less-artery-blocking for breakfast, but quickly forgot that thought when one of the seamen came running to him.

The sailor, no more than 20 years old, saluted and then said: "Sir, you're needed at the bridge"
"What is it?" Camden asked.
"I don't know, sir. I was just told that you must go there as soon as possible"

Camden abandoned the thought of having any breakfast and started quickly walking alongside the captain. They were walking on deserted corridors, when suddenly the sailor stopped. Camden looked at him half-curiously, half-angrily and asked "What is it?"
"Sir, I think I saw something in that room", pointing to a large metal door on the side of the corridor.
"What? Something suspicious? You're seeing things. Come on, we have to get to the bridge!" Camden dismissed him, turned around and started walking towards the bridge.

And suddenly, there was a quiet echo of a silenced pistol in the halfway, and Camden fell lifelessly to the ground with a stream of blood splurting from the back of his head.

The seaman slid the silenced pistol back into his pocket, grabbed the captain's body from the armpits and opened the door to the room that he had talked about earlier. It was an empty closet. He carefully positioned the Captain into the darkest corner of the closet, closed the door and started running to the deck. Like the corridors, the deck was empty. The seaman started walking along the lifeboats, counting them.. One, two, thee, four, five, six, seven, eight.. On the ninth speedboat, he stopped and uncovered it. It wasn't a regular, unpowered lifeboat. It looked more like a speedboat painted to look like a lifeboat. The seaman
jumped onboard the strange boat and used a winch to lower the boat. The ship was moving at nearly 20 knots an hour, so he had to be careful. Once he was just above the waves, he cut the waves and the boat dropped into the waves. The seaman started the engine and started steering away from the ship.

After about two minutes, he was already several kilometers away from the ship. He turned to take a last look at the ship. Then, the ship exploded in a enormous fireball. It was cut in half and sunk in less than 30 seconds, taking the lives of 203 sailors along with it.

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Good morning from HBC Breaking News, I'm Keith Sanders.

According to reports gotten from the Department of Defense, a Hippostanian Hamilton class frigate HNS Meyer has suffered an attack on international waters near Longfort. The attack, which took place at around 6.40 this morning was apparently perpetrated by several Longfortian torpedo and missile boats, which indiscriminately fired several anti-ship cruise missiles and torpedoes at the ship. It is estimated that the entire crew may have perished in this barbaric attack, which happened without any provocation by the Hippostanian vessel. The vessel was sailing well within international waters and had taken no aggressive action against any Longfortian ships.

High Chancellor Colin Townsend is currently in a meeting with the National Defense Council, who are attempting to determine an appropriate response. Prime Minister Arthur Seacrest has released a statement condemning the unprovoked attack and vowed for vengeance against the Longfortians.

HBC News will continue to monitor the situation.

[Longfort]

To Colin Townsend, High Chancellor of Hippostania,

Longfort has done nothing to explode the HNS Meyer. We view this as Hippostanian government propaganda. Hippostania is known for civil rights violations, including banning ideologies and drugs. We view Hippostania as a fascist dictatorship which does not support freedom and democracy while claiming to do so. Hippostania is not a peaceful nation despite the government's claims to be so.

The Hippostanian dictatorship has been despised by several countries throughout ages. Censoring works, detaining journalists under the accusations of "terrorism", forbidding people from drinking, etc., are only some of the violations to freedom and democracy Hippostania claims to defend but it doesn't.

We had over 80 years of dictatorship led by Josëf Glondbom (1930-1977) and Johand Glondbom (1977-2012). We are now reconstructing the country from the ruins caused by that authoritarian regime.

We will refer once again that we were not involved in any way in the explosion of the HNS Meyer.

Signed,
Jän Nytëlle, Minister of Foreign Affairs of Longfort

[Hippostania]

National Defense Council Meeting
Providence House, Waverley
09:07, October 24th 2012

A group of twelve people had gathered around a large circular table in the dimly lit operational center deep beneath the Providence House, the High Chancellor's official residence. Among the people were generals, admirals and other other high-ranking military officials, minister of defense, and in the most prominent position was the High Chancellor Colin Townsend.

The meeting started when one of the admirals coughed and a silence descended onto the room.
"We lost the Meyer in a torpedo attack, just as we expected. No survivors."
One of the generals stood up and said: "The attack was perpetrated by Longfortians, am I right?"
"All evidence at this point points to that" the admiral responded. "I see no reason why we should not retaliate. We have two fleets in the area, and the Longfortian Navy isn't really known for its equipment or strategy"

A wave of nods accompanied the admiral's statement.

Townsend, who had silently monitored the debate suddenly stood up.
"Quite frankly, I'm tired with the Longfortians. First they overthrow their democratically elected leader and now they have the guts to sink one of our frigates!" Townsend cursed. "I see no other choice but a full-scale military intervention to depose the current left-wing regime. The carrier groups are ready, am I right?"
"And then reinstate Glondbom?" one of the generals asked before responding "..and yes, the carrier groups are ready, just like the protocol said."
"Indeed!" Townsend responded. "We've made a deal with Glondbom; if we'll reinstate him as the Major Marshal of Longfort, we'll get an access to their vast oil and mineral resources."
"We have to remember that the international outcry will be enormous" another general noted, looking quite concerned. "I'm also that after the Karenytenian situation, we do not have the sufficient manpower to occupy an entire country, let alone hold it if some other country decides to retake it at such a short notice.
I propose that we take out the leadership of the Longfortian Republic in Varenöme and only occupy Western Longfort; the East's infrastructure is too developed, they'd be able to transport goods, soldiers and equipment too easily."
"You do have a fair point" Townsend responded. "West Longfort will be more than enough. I'll leave the rest up to you."

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HNS Nevanmaa, Waverley class stealth corvette
Off the coast of Varenöme
03:07, October 25th 2012

It was almost fifteen minutes past three in the morning. With the exception of the moon casting its light on the dark waves of the ocean, it was completely dark. It was also completely quiet;
only the waves roared against each other. It was raining lightly, and the cold sea air blew against the sides of a lonely sleek ship, that was quietly making its way towards the shore. The ship, less than 90 meters long, light grey, and with the exception of the bridge, had no windows. On the aft of the ship, there was a small helicopter that was tied to the helipad to prevent it from falling over the railing to the waves. This was the stealthiest
ship of the Hippostanian Navy; so quiet and stealthy that it was nearly impossible to detect. Waverley class ship was a littoral combatant. It wasn't designed to cross the vast distances of oceans, but the naval
command had decided to improvise. And so, the ship had carefully crossed the ocean and it was finally about to reach its designated target.

On the helipad, Hippostanian Special Forces soldiers were preparing to enter a UH-1N Twin Huey helicopter. These soldiers were the best of the best; trained for a myriad of different situations, they had endured
years of hard training to prepare them for this day. They were the harbingers of this operation, and failure simply was not an option. As the final soldier boarded the helicopter, the rest of the ship crew gave them
the last thumbs-up signal and disappeared back into the depths of the ship. The helicopter rose from the helipad, but quickly leveled out and then pointed its nose down to begin its journey. The helicopter was barely
twenty meters above the waves to avoid being detected by radar. A risky maneuver in such a stormy weather, but a necessary one.

The task of the special ops soldiers was a gruesome one, but nevertheless vital for the success of the operation. The mission was to infiltrate the home of the Longfortian President and.. as they were instructed, liquidate him. It was simple. Land the helicopter on the yard, kick down the door, find the bedroom where the president was sleeping and bang-bang-bang, brainz to da wall. They were then instructed to board the helicopter, and land on one of the amphibious assault ships or aircraft carriers that were preparing to begin the invasion when the sun rose. They knew that they weren't the only strike team on this mission; they were aware that at least seven other teams, with targets including the Prime Minister, chairmen of three major left-wing parties and various important cabinet members. The purpose of this task was to decapitate the chain of command, which would make the invasion, which due to start at sunrise, much more easier.

After a lengthy two-hour flight, the lights of Varenöme finally appeared over horizon. By now, it was only a matter of time before they were detected. They might be confused for a civilian helicopter for a while, but sooner
or later someone would notice the Hippostanian markings and the rockets and alert the authorities. Sweeping low over the rooftops, the helicopter flew low over the buildings until making a rapid 90-degree turn over the Palace. The guards, who were flabbergasted by the sudden appearance of the helicopters had no time to draw their pistols before they were promptly taken down by a quick burst of 20mm rounds from the helicopter's M61 Vulcan gatling gun. The pilot put down the helicopter on the yard, and the group of special ops soldiers started running for the house. The helicopter and the subsequent burst of minigun fire had woken up most of the people in the building, so the men only had a minute or two before the President could get to the safe room. Gunning down another bodyguard guarding the door, the soldiers kicked down the front door and quickly advanced up the stairs to the President's bedroom. And there he was. Dressed in pyjamas, sitting by the bed was the president of Longfort. The first two soldiers did not hesitate, but quickly opened fire on the President. The president, who had no time to react was fatally hit in multiple spots and slumped to the blood, his formerly blue silk pyjamas now turning dark red.

After the death of the president was confirmed with a single pistol shot to the head, the commanding officer grabbed his radio and starkly repeated: "We got the eagle, we got the eagle", before ordering one of the troops to carry the president's corpse to the helicopter and giving the rest of the team the signal to retreat. After shooting a maid who had come to see where the racket was coming from, the troops, one of them carrying the bloody body of the President, rushed to the helicopter which took off and started heading towards the ocean. The entire ordeal had lasted less than two minutes and thirty second, and during that time, the co-ordinated attack by several groups of Hippostanian special forces had taken out the most important figures of Longfort. And as the first rays of sunlight penetrated the gloomy night sky, one of the soldiers could swear that the saw similar helicopters, marked with the Hippostanian blue-white-orange roundels taking off from various locations in the city and heading towards south towards the sea.

In less than two minutes, the President, the Prime Minister, all Cabinet-level ministers and chairmen of most political parties had been killed. The chain of command had been severed and the invasion was ready to begin.

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From: Colin Townsend, High Chancellor of the Republic of Hippostania
To:Prime Minister of the Republic of Longfort Whoever is alive on that end
Sent at 05:16

It is my duty to inform you that due to your indiscriminate attack on Hippostanian Navy ship sailing on international waters, a state of war now exists between the Republic of Hippostania and the Republic of Longfort. Surrender now or be crushed.

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Signed by

Colin Townsend, High Chancellor of the Republic of Hippostania

[Longfort]

Multiple responses have been sent to Colin Townsend by several people with phrases such as "Fuck you, you motherfucker, you dictator, you Nazi!", "Colin, may you not go away, please?", "Dictator!" and "We shall not surrender, you son of a bitch! Motherfucker! We suffered more than 80 years from an authoritarian regime; please go away if you want to do something good for humanity!"

Meanwhile, the Iglesian embassy in Longfort has become a place for refuge. This chapter, where several people refuged in the embassy of Iglesiantis in Nÿmër (former Longfort City), has become an ex-libris of the 2012 invasion of Longfort by Hippostania.

[Luziyca]

OFFICIAL COMMUNIQUE OF THE CHRISTIAN REPUBLIC OF THE CHRISTIAN REPUBLIC OF LUZIYCA AND HER TERRITORIES

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To: High Chancellor Colin Townsend of Hippostania
From: President Breuvi Shjoraski of Luziyca
Encryption: NONE

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Once again, we face a communist threat, one which had launched torpedoes at your ship. We mourn the losses, and commend your liberation of Longfort. However, we are willing to use our weapons against the East, since we had a strong track record of helping the previous regime take over the east. Thus, duty calls again. Should you choose to accept our offer, we will ensure that the east will fall in record time.

While Johand Glondbom is the Pope of the Lutheran Catholic Church, he also operates a government in exile here, and will return to Longfort. Thus, we request that we assist you in liberating Longfort from the communistic puppet state aligned to "Novi Moskva" (Los Vientos), and place one aligned to the beacon of Waverley and Bethlehem.

Signed, under the watchful of the Lord,

President of the Christian Republic of Luziyca, Chief Executive Officer of the Associated Free States, and Commander of the Armed Forces of the Luziyca proper, and the Associated Free States

[Zokoria]

Offisielle kommunikeet i Norsefire republikken Zokoria

Official Communiqué of the Norsefire Republic of Zokoria

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To: Colin Townsend, High Chancellor of the Republic of Hippostania
From: Henrik Müller, Supreme Leader of The Norsefire Republic of Zokoria

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We've just heard that one of your ships have been sunk by terrorists linked to the current communist regime of Longfort. We are saddened and frightened by the recent turn of events. However, though, we are so happy that the communist leader of Longfort has been killed. But our work is not done yet. We would be so glad that we are going to send enormous amounts of military aid to help your nation's military forces, and Luziyca's, to liberate Longfort from the despicable communist regime.

We'll also assist Johand Glondbom in returning to Longfort as soon as possible, because his people need him more than the evil communists.

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Signed,
Henrik Müller
Supreme Leader of the Norsefire Republic of Zokoria

[Hippostania]

OOC: Outcome of the following text was negotiated with Longfort before this message was written; I'm not godmodding even though I write about enemy losses

3rd Fleet of the Hippostanian Navy
Bay of Nuvël-Landen, Longfort
05:54, October 24th 2012

Admiral Hamden had been sleeping when he had recieved information that the first strike had succeeded; the Longfortian chain of command had been effectively destroyed, and now it was up to the Third Fleet to begin the amphibious assault on the vital port city of Nuvël-Landen in Western Longfort. The city had a major container port and was the southern terminus of West Longfort's only railway line. By capturing the city, Hippostanians could prevent any reinforcements from reaching Longfort Cïten, where most of the Longfortian defenders were holding up; the roads between Western and Eastern Longfort were dirt roads that were hardly ever maintained.

However, there was one obstacle between the Third Fleet and the Nuvël-Landen; the remnants of the Longfortian Navy. Nothing major according to the Office of Naval Intelligence, just one or two Motnÿme class frigates and some Nesnëda class missile boats, both remnants from the Glondbom-era. Nothing that the Third Fleet couldn't handle. Unfortunately, the Longfortians had the advantage; their small ships could easily disappear into the darkness, while the huge Hippostanian ships could not. However, the sun was rising soon and the first rays of sunlight were already visible in the eastern horizon.

Several RE-15 Seaeyes had already been scrambled from the Merina class aircraft carriers to scout for the Longfortian fleet. They had ziggedzagged across the Longfortian coastline for quite a while now, with no enemy conatct found. One of the Hawkeyes, with a callsign "Hayton 7" had already been in the air for several hours and was about to turn back towards the HNS Julia for refueling, when suddenly a technician noticed something in the radar.
"Sir, we've got a possible contact, 72 clicks north-northwest. Four contacts, one big and three small. Approaching the Third Fleet at a rapid pace" the technician shouted.
"What heading?" the superior officer asked.
"Heading one two zero, 71 clicks out"
"Alright, let's turn back to the Julia. We need to refuel, other aircraft stay in the air and monitor the approaching fleet."

The word had already been recieved onboard the Third Fleet that the Longfortian fleet was approaching them, in a rather direct angle. Several RE-24 Barkers had been dispatched to intercept and jam the Longfortian fleet's communications equipment to prevent them for calling reinforcements. Meanwhile onboard the HNS St. Lucy, a Carlisle class guided missle cruiser, the ship's AN/SPY-3 radar had also detected the enemy fleet. This was quickly followed by other ships as well; soon all the ships had the Longfortian fleet visible on their radars.

The sun had finally risen over the horizon, and the RE-15 Seaeyes could visually confirm that the radar contact was indeed the fleet they had been looking for. One guided missile frigate and five fast missile boats, bunched up inside a one kilometer circle and heading straight for the Hippostanian fleet. The pilot of the Hayton 3, one of the RE-15 Seaeyes grabbed his radio and attempted to call the Third Fleet.
"Julia, this is Hayton 3, do you read?"
"Hayton 3, this is Julia, go ahead"
"We've got a confirmed visual on the fleet, one frigate and five missile boats, 65 clicks out and approaching. Better start launching your missiles"
For about 30 seconds, there was a long deep silence, but finally the radio rattled back to life.
"Roger that Hayton 3, we'll get those sons of bitches. Maintain your position and report any fleet movements."
"Roger that, Hayton 3 ou.."

The pilot of the Hayton 3 did not have much time to react when suddenly, a loud, ear-shattering ''whoop whoop'' sound begun sounding in the cockpit. That alarm was the sound no pilot ever wanted to hear; it meant that they were being tracked by a surface-to-air missile. The aircraft had automatically deployed countermeasures and the pilot was about to take evasive action, but it was already too late. The Longfortian missile struck the left wing of the aircraft, ripping it apart and sending the aircraft plummeting towards the ocean.

Immidiately after this, the other AWACS aircraft contacted HNS Julia.
"Julia, this is Hayton 2, we just lost Hayton 3. They're launching SAM's at us"
"Roger that Hayton 2, take evasive action and return to Julia if necessary. Are the Greyhounds strafing the ships already?
"Greyhounds? Negative sir, we've got no aircraft besides five other Seaeyes and two Barkers here"

The man on the other end cursed; the communications had broken down and apparently no one had bothered to dispatch fighter aircraft to cover the unarmed recon aircraft. This kind of recklessness was not supposed to happen. He quickly and angrily ordered some Greyhounds to take off immidiately to do strafing runs at the approaching Longfortian ships. When he returned, he attempted to contact Hayton 2 again.

"Hayton 2, this is Julia. How do you read?"
"Julia, this is Hayton 7. Hayton 2 just went down. I've managed to evade two missiles now, it's getting pretty hot in here"
The man cursed once again. Two aircraft had been lost simply because some people had gotten lazy and had decided not to follow the proper protocol.
"Get your men out of there. We already know where the fleet is. You've done your job, now come back here"
A sigh of relief could be heard on the other end, followed by "Roger that Julia, Hayton 7 out"

Meanwhile, the Hippostanian fleet had begun to launch missiles at the approaching fleet, that had, for some reason, not launched its missiles yet. Maybe they had some technical difficulties, maybe the Glondbom-era missiles did not have sufficient range or maybe they were just waiting. Well, that wait was going to cost them. Tens of Harpoon anti-ship missiles rose from the VLS cells of the Hippostanian guided missile cruisers and destroyers, levelled off and started burning towards the Longfortian fleet.

Ten minutes later, the missiles struck the Longfortian ships. First the frigate that had downed the two Hippostanian aircraft was hit in the bow and then in the aft; the ship exploded in a giant fireballs and quickly started to sink. The missile boats were hit less than a minute later, but like as an ironic goodbye, the last missile boat managed to launch two anti-ship cruise missiles before it was annihilated by Hippostanian missiles. And so, the last remnants of the Longfortian Navy sunk beneath the waves into their watery graves.

Onboard the Hippostanian fleet, the atmosphere was joyful. They had successfully sunk all the Longfortian ships, and the path to Nuvël-Landen was open. They had no idea that the two Longfortian missiles were just one minute away from impact.

The first to detect the approaching missiles was the Phalanx CIWS system onboard the Providence class destroyer HNS Philip Alan Shaw. This quickly alerted the other ships of the fact that they were still in danger. With help from several other ships, the Phalanxes managed to down the first missile before it managed to hit anything; it exploded harmlessly in the air and dropped into the water in thousands of tiny fragments. But there were simply not enough firepower to destroy the other missile; even though it sustained several hits, it managed to hit its target.

The target was the HNS Tranquil, a Sentinel class air defense destroyer. The missile struck the port side hull near the bridge. The explosion ripped a large gaping hole to the port side of the ship and created a large fire which spread throughout the engine room and the combat operations center. The explosion knocked out Tranquil's offensive and defensive systems and left the ship paralyzed; it managed to stay afloat and the surviving crew were evacuated onboard other ships. Of the 285 sailors onboard the Tranquil, 29 Hippostanian were killed and other 43 seriously injured.

But finally, the path was open. The road to Nuvël-Landen was clear. This is what the men had been waiting for, and so the men started preparing for an amphibious assault.

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From: Colin Townsend, High Chancellor of the Republic of Hippostania
To:To all nations that are willing providing assistance in the liberation of Longfort

We thank you for your kind offers of aid in this time of need; the liberation of Longfort and the punishment of the murderous traitors who have murdered many innocent men is our top priority. While we respect your offers, we have to remember that this is our war; our soldiers have been killed and it is our soldiers who are going to fight.

Nevertheless, we thank you for your aid and wish you a pleasant day.

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Signed by

Colin Townsend, High Chancellor of the Republic of Hippostania

[Longfort]

Meanwhile, some people knew of the Hippostanian ships and resisted. They prepared their weapons, including machine guns, rifles and bombs.

They feel themselves terrified by the fact that Hippostanians want to take back Johand Glondbom in power, so have decided to fight against the Hippostanians. Bombs have been thrown to them, pistols shot, rifles in massive action, etc.. The man who led this was Jäk Väles.

Nuvël-Landen in sight. The city will be the site of an anti-Hippostanian demonstration. Around 70 000 people will participate in it.

[Sassinia]

OFFICIAL COMMUNIQUE FROM THE UNITED PEOPLE'S REPUBLIC OF SASSINIA

To: The Imperialist Fools of Hippostania
From: The Glorious People's Republic


We have seen your threats of fighting against socialism and communism, and we were disgusted. Now, your true Imperialist Foolishness shines through the world. This attack on one of our comrades will not be tolerated. Stand back now, or else.

Signed in the Name of the People,
Premier Arls Rever