The Shaking of a Nation (Closed/IC)

by **Skako** » Thu Apr 25, 2013 6:48 am

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Emergency Call Center
Bancea, Prefecture of Errosa

Mauricio sat at his desk and tapped his control panel with great haste. His face was intense with a hint of fear. He tried hard to keep his voice from trembling when he spoke as to prevent the caller from getting even more nervous.

"Ma'am, ma'am, I need you to listen to me very carefully. I want you to find the nearest emergency exit and find somewhere safe to hide while the police arrive." Mauricio instructed firmly. He awaited a somehwhat comprehensible response anxiously.

The woman calling was in the Prefectural Palace of Errosa. She was a worker there, specifically the secretary of one of the councillors. Her name was Rosa Davela. All of this Mauricio had learned when he ran her name through the National Citizenship Database or NCD. The woman was extremely nervous and Mauricio barely understood what she had said. He was a great operator though and all of those years of experience had come in handy.

He had learned from her that the Palace was under attack by monarchist rebels. She was one of the few people in there who was able to make a call as the rebels had taken the people inside hostage and they were already issuing statements and the usual stuff; demanding that the Federal Government relinquish control over this Prefecture, ect.

After about twenty seconds of hearing the women's gasps and senseless muttering Mauricio finally heard the response he had been waiting for.

"Yes, I found an exit. Wait--if I open it the alarm will sound."

Mauricio who was already extremely anxious and already losing his patience said, "The alarm is already sounding. Rosa please open the door and run to a safe place."

The woman did what he said only for her action to be followed by a high pitched scream. One of the monarchists had grabbed her from behind. He then proceeded smash her phone with his foot.

That was it. Mauricio remained quiet for a few seconds thinking about what had just happened. All he could do now was hope that nothing would happen to Rosa as she was taken hostage by the monarchist rebels. This was the fifth attack in the Prefecture of Errosa on a federal government building by the monarchists and things were not going well.

Central Plaza
City of Dalcos, 8 miles away from Bancea

Fernando looked outside the cracked window carefully. He saw the enemy troops advancing quickly. Him and his platoon were pinned down in an old apartment building. With attack helicopters overhead and a battalion of "Federalos" (Federals) he didn't have much of a choice but to fight till the death.

There was no such thing as "surrendering" in this so called war. Even though he was a combatant in this war he thought that the way it had been conducted so far was quite "savage" and "un-gentlemanly." Neither side wished to take prisoners. The monarchists said it was because there was no where to put them or at least that was the excuse they gave. The Federalos simply wanted to kill them off or take them in and torture them to death. Obviously most of these details were unknown to the general population. They just kept on with their daily lives till the war reached them as it had reached this city.

The City of Dalcos was a medium-sized city which has just recently been engulfed by a battle which had lasted over ten days and had involved over 10,000 fighters and hundreds of other so-called "assets." In fact, most of the Prefecture of Errosa was engulfed in the chaos and many residents were starting leave to more peaceful environment.

The National Guard seemed to have forgotten their primary job which was to get citizens to a secure location in an emergency and had decided to take over the army's job and fight off the monarchists themselves. Not that anyone cared though as long as the job got done.

The Federalos had been successful in driving out most of the monarchists by now but the cost had basically been destroying the city. Most of it was in ruins because of the constant air strikes which had been called in. Some would say so many were unnecessary but the Federalos loved a good show.

Now Fernando had to go tell his men what was about to happen. He realized didn't have to though when turned around and saw them with their guns ready. It was a rather morbid scene as they nodded and saluted him for one last time. Strangely some smiled and some remained expressionless. Their cause was to reestablish the monarchy and restore peace to Skako but sometimes Fernando questioned himself. Were they really bringing peace or just war and destruction? Surely it wasn't there fault that innocent people had died because of the air or artillery strikes called in by the Federalos? He quickly stopped himself though when this happened. He liked to keep his goals clear and complete his objective. Unfortunately this would be his last mission and his last objective would be to fight for as long as possible.

The following minutes saw shots being fired, men losing it and running frantically outside and many deaths.

Skako was no longer the same. Such hate, anger and sadness had not been seen since the last Great War and yet still many Skakoans had not woken up and seen what was going on around them. But soon they would all find out whether either side liked it or not.

by **Urran** » Thu Apr 25, 2013 7:35 am

Minister Tieria Erde was in his office. It was a rather large office and decorated with many Urranese artifacts and other such things like the constitution and what not. It was a peaceful day in the Armed Republic. The sun was shining and a slight breeze was blowing from the south. the minister sighed, he would much rather be outside enjoying the weather. but he was the Prime Minister had he had a job to do.

his musings were interrupted by one of his generals coming into his office with a manilla folder and saluting.

"what is it?" asked the minister, peaking over his glasses from a stack of paperwork he had been looking over

"the nation of Shako has finally erupted in war sir." the general said flatly.

"so...it finally happened." the minister sighed and put his hands on his chin, thinking about an action to take. they had been keeping an eye on the small nation for months and trying to negotiate peace, but it had failed, it was time for armed force.

"contact the Federal." the minister began. "tell them we will fight by their side, and prepare a carrier task force to move out as soon as possible."

"sir!" the general saluted and walked out.

Code: Select all: To: The Federal Government of Shako From: The Armed Republic of Urran we have seen your plight and wish to aid your cause. we will be sending in armed forces to help your fight against the monarchy. you can expect our submarines to be in the area within 12 hours followed by a carrier task force within 48. Minister Tieria Erde, Armed Republic of Urran.

by **United Islands of the Pacific** » Thu Apr 25, 2013 7:37 am

Department of Foreign Affairs
Minister Jens Blark looked at the screen. He got a warning of civil war in Skako, and the UIP military was now looking in on it. Pacific Island Intelligence had noted that there were 2 factions. Monarchists, who were overthrown, and a Federal government. The UIP was having it's own issues, including an attempted assassination on President Thomas Sanchez, and bombings in 2 places in the UIP, and two bombings on an ally, both of which were related to attempted assassinations during a regional summit. He though that supporting the Monarchists would be wise. They were rebelling, but were overthrown, so they were the proper rulers of Skako. He quickly alerted Jhon Brown, minister of Defense.

Department of Defense
Jhon got the warning. He was already dealing with an attempted assassination both on his life, an ambassador's life, and President Sanchez's life.

He decided assisting the monarchy was the right thing, and he alerted the nation's Senate and House of Representatives.

UIP Capitol Building, Pacific City
The session was short. Bomb threats ravaged multiple landmarks all over the country, even the National Cathedral was evacuated. Support to the monarchists went through, with 70 percent of the Senate agreeing, and 60 percent of the house agreeing.

Admiral Memorial Naval Base, Pacific City
Assistance to the monarchists was being sent. Weapons, money, planes, and ships were sent by carrier. A radio message was sent to the head of the monarchist's operations.

We hear of your struggle to regain your proper space in the Skakan government. We are sending financial and military support to you. Just don't try to kill Skako's current leader. We may want to ask him some questions.

by **North Ceribia** » Thu Apr 25, 2013 9:24 am

Etova, North Ceribia
Königliche Compound
Kaiser's Stadtschloss

Josef walked down one of the halls of the palace swiftly, he had called a meeting that was supposed to start fifteen minutes ago, but do to some unforeseen events he had been delayed. He had been asleep when it happened, the tensions that had been building up between the illegitimate Federal government of Skako and the rightful government of Skako who had been forced into hiding to protect themselves, had finally reached it's limit. He had thought the would have reached this point a lot sooner, since the monarchist rebels had been attacking Federal government establishments over the recent months, but it seemed the Federal government had finally had enough. 'The dogs' he thought as he came upon the door at the end of the corridor that lead to the main meeting area of advisory council. The four members were already present seated at the semi-circular table, which was positioned in the center of richly decorated room.

The rose as he entered the room and sat back down, after he took his seat at the middle of the table. He looked around table and noted the emotions that were displayed upon their faces, most showed indifference as they probably expected the situation in their northern ally to have exploded a lot earlier.

"Gentlemen, sorry for the delay I briefly detained with some personal matters."

The man seated directly to his left responded, it was Jonas Braun, the incharge of Councilor of Foreign and Regional Affairs. He had been hand picked by Josef when he first ascended to the throne some twenty years, it had been one of his best decisions as Jonas was one the Reich's best diplomats and had been the one to persuade him to open relations with Skako, it had been right move on his part as over the years relations between the two Monarchies had grown substantially, until they had become close allies, a relation that had been broken when the previous government was overthrown.

"Completely understandable your majesty." spoke Jonas

Josef nodded "I beleive you all have heard the reports" he stated as he looked around the table.

"Yes your Majesty, the situation in Skako has finally reached it's boiling point and it has reached that point in the Skakoan prefecture of Errosa, mostly in the cities of Bancea, Dalcos. Reports from some our aids who are helping the monarchists with tactical and humanitarian aid, have stated that City of Dalcos is in complete ruins and their forces stationed there have been completely pushed out of the city or have been killed by the Federals.

Josef absorbed the information for a few moments before he spoke again. "We will now be fully assisting the Skakoan rebels as from this point, as from this point on the North Ceribian Armed Forces are on full alert and should begin preparations for any military attack against the Reich and a possible invasion of Skako," he looked at Jonas. "I would like to send a message to the Skakoan Emperor informing of our full support of his efforts to re-establish the true government of Skako. This meeting is over."

To: His Royal Majesty, Winston Artorius, Emperor of Skako
From: Jonas Braun, Councilor of Foreign and Regional Affairs of North Ceribia
Subject: Support

Your Majesty,

The Kaiserreich of North Ceribia fully intends to support you in your time of need, we wholeheartedly believe that the current government is an illegitimate one and has no right to govern. We shall expanding our role in your battle to restore your throne from of humanitarian aid to of of a military aid.

Jonas Braun,
Councilor of Foreign and Regional Affairs

by **Skako** » Thu Apr 25, 2013 10:10 am

Palace of Freedom (Meeting Place of the National Assembly)
Senate District, Greater Skako

The Premier let out an exasperating sigh as the Representatives continued to argue with each other. The echoes in the Assembly Room were driving him insane and he was reaching his limit. He signaled for the President of the National Assembly to call for order again. After shouting through his microphone a few times and using his gavel the Representatives began to cease their arguing one by one. When there was complete silence the Premier arose from his chair and went down the steps and to the middle of the room. He looked around and saw the anxious faces of the Representatives who were eager to hear what Zacharias had to say.

“My fellow Skakoans,” he began in a moving tone, “I come before you all today to address the primary issue facing our government. The monarchists have taken up arms and have launched a campaign to bring us down. Now there is no reason to be alarmed for our security forces will soon resolve this problem. But we do face an even bigger threat at the moment: foreign intervention.” His last sentence led to great murmuring and some gasps but the President quickly hit his gavel to bring order to the room once again. The Premier cleared his voice and then continued, “The Government of North Ceribia has sided with the monarchists or the monarchist alliance as they like to call themselves and intelligence reports state that the Anglican Government is mostly likely to side with the MA as well. This means that two of our regional neighbors pose an immediate threat to our government. The Federal Department of Diplomacy recently received an official message from the Prime Minister of Urran stating that we had their support. My friends this is turning into a civil war and we must unite and rally around our banner. We must show these monarchist scums that we will not give up and allow them to invade our great homeland. But to defend our nation I must have the appropriate powers to do so because even though Urran pledges its support they are far and it will take them time to arrive. Therefore I am asking you, the National Assembly, which are the representatives of our humble people to grant me Emergency Powers under Article V, Section III of the War Act.”

The Representatives began to whisper amongst themselves. After a few minutes an old man with pure white hair arose from his seat and said, “May I ask Your Excellency, even if we were to give you these powers how can you assure us that the invaders and monarchists will not reach the gates of this Palace anyway?” There was a dead silence again as everyone awaited for Zacharias’ response.

“With these powers I can do what is necessary to rid our land of these forces.” All of the Representatives knew what he meant and many were not very fond of this idea even though it was already happening in Errosa. The Second Great War was still fresh in many of their minds and they did not want a third one. The man sat down without commenting on anything else while another woman in her mid-sixties arose.

“Well the situation is clear we must give these powers to the Most Excellent Premier if our government, nay if Skako itself, is to survive.” She turned directly to the Premier and said, “You have my vote!”

Slowly the other Representatives began to applaud, some reluctantly and some happily. Regardless of the doubts of some, the Emergency Powers were necessary for the good of the nation. Little did they know they were giving the keys of the nation to a soon-to-be dictator.

The Premier then said one final comment, "The first thing that I will do with these powers shall be to mobilize our loyal armed forces and I will warn the North Ceribians that their betrayal shall not go unnoticed. Thank you all!" With that he walked away and left behind great applause and positive exclamations.

by **Regnum Albion** » Thu Apr 25, 2013 11:10 am

09:23, Thursday April 25
Whitehall, Port Royal
The Admiralty, Ministry of Defence
Regnum Albion

Major-General Slim was, as usual, neatly dressed. His olive uniform, embellished with signs of rank, accomplishment and service, revealed no wrinkle, no unintended crease, and no scuff. His hair, dark brown and still with a full head, was pristinely combed and his manner effortlessly polite. The only flaws about him came from the scar on his left cheek, now more of a ridge after the decade since he gained it in service of his country. Slim was making his way down the grand halls of The Admiralty, a misnomer if ever he'd heard one. In fact, The Admiralty had been constructed in 1871 in the Anglican Baroque style not to house the chiefs of the Royal Navy, but as a vast office for housing tax receipts, certificates and other bureaucratic nonsense. It was only in 1918 when the government realised they needed to relocate the Ministry of Defence to accommodate the newly-founded Royal Air Force that The Admiralty was turned into the hub of military activity that it now was. Despite this, it had for some reason always been named for a function it never fulfilled.

This was usually the mundane sort of fact that would float around Slim's head as he made his way through the corridors, but this morning he was rather more distracted by a far greater situation unravelling in one of the regional neighbours. He had been asked by the Chief of the Army Staff to compile a report on low-level actions against the Federalist government of Skako. He didn't know what to think about who to support, but Slim was given a task and, as an officer of His Majesty's Armed Forces, he would complete it. So that's how he came to be pacing along the corridors of The Admiralty, his footsteps shattering the silence like cracks of whips, at 09:23 in the morning, and why he was not free to indulge his usual thoughts of oddly-named buildings.

By the time Slim reached the briefing room and pushed open the large wooden doors, all other attendees were present. They were standing around sipping tea, or more likely coffee at this time in the morning, and attempting to engage in mild chit-chat. The meeting table, an old long slab of heavy varnished mahogany, was as neat as any military table should be. Blotch paper was squarely placed at every seat, with two of each coloured pen lined up neatly at the edge, and pencils at the top. Jugs of water and cups sat at the top right of each place, and the officers had deposited their caps in near the centre of the table. Perfect. Military discipline at its most trivial.

As Slim entered the officers quickly quietened down and took their seats. Slim didn't bother to turn on the screen behind him; the rushed nature of the report he had been asked to do meant that he hadn't had time to create a presentation of the modern sort, with visuals and themes. Instead, he simply passed around some folders and read from his notes. All eyes remained on him, despite the lack of visual stimulus.

"Gentlemen, welcome to the first official meeting of the Permanent Readiness Force Command Group for Operation Asphalt." Slim was required to say this for the record, but it was useful in hinting at the intended Anglican response to the situation in Skako. The Permanent Readiness Force was designed for short-term and small-scale operations only, largely in support of others. This was not a large military task force. "Here's the SitRep. The People's Federation of Skako has disintegrated into a state of civil war. The government forces, also known as the Federalists, fight against the Monarchist Alliance. The MA intends to overthrow the government which gained power in a coup some months ago and to return the exiled Emperor Winston Artorius. They lack the air, naval and artillery power of the government forces but they've consolidated themselves into one sustained presence in the country."

As he spoke, the fellow officers poured over statistics within the report, acknowledging the obvious disparities between the two forces fighting in the war. "The PM decided as of yesterday evening to give fully-fledged Anglican support to the Monarchist Alliance. A communiqué is already on its way to the Skakoan government-in-exile stating this support. The Permanent Readiness Force now has to launch operations to help the MA, and hinder the Federalists. I'll say that again: the PRF now has to launch operations to help the MA, and hinder the Federalists." Slim paused to let the officers take in the vitals of the mission. He was following the standard SMEAC format for military briefs, first the situation was explained, then the mission was clearly stated, and the next step was for him to detail the execution.

"So, we've split this into two distinct areas. The first area involves anti-Federalist activities. We'll be inserting members of the Special Air Service to sabotage Federalist activities. This involves destroying weapons caches, bridges, transportation links, airfields and the like, as well as harassing outposts and any other operationally-vital targets. Bear in mind that as per the Rules of War laid out in Anglican law, civilians will not be targeted in any way. If there's a chance that civilians might get harmed, I want the mission called off.

"The second area of operations will be within MA territory. We're going to send in the Royal Engineers to aid them in repairing infrastructure, establishing refugee camps and other such areas, and providing emergency relief to wounded or homeless civilians through the Royal Medical Service. We'll also be helping them to construct temporary training bases and to rebuild their military command structure. This is the non-combat role, but be aware that soldiers deployed here may still be injured through Federalist artillery or air strikes, so we're deploying the PRF carrier group to the area to provide air cover."

Slim paused again, attempting to read the faces of the officers. They simply sat, nodded and accepted their job. All of them were determined and prepared to do their duty. When the time came, Slim knew that every one of these men, whether on the field or behind a desk, would give up everything to see the Anglican Armed Forces maintain their honour. This, more than anything else, settled Slim down. "So, any questions?"

To: Emperor Winston Artorius, Emperor of the Seven Kingdoms of Skako
From: Prime Minister Sir Arthur Templer
Subject: Anglican Military, Financial and Diplomatic Support
Date: April 25, 2013
Encryption: Top Secret

Your Imperial Majesty,

In this time of war I'm afraid I must speak quickly and to the point. The Crown Commonwealth of Regnum Albion valued its friendship and co-operation with your government in the years past. To see it blown to the ashes in vain is of great distress to us. But, with help, phoenixes can rise once more from those ashes. Therefore, I am offering the full support of the Crown Commonwealth of Regnum Albion to your government. This will come in the form of (a) diplomatic, (b) military and (c) financial support.

(a) The Crown Commonwealth is currently evacuating all staff from its embassy in Greater Skako, under the pretence of the danger from the civil war. In 12 hours, His Majesty's Government shall officially claim your own government as the only legitimate government in Skako and will declare a state of conflict with the Federalist forces.

(b) His Majesty's Armed Forces are currently in the process of initiating Operation Asphalt, the process which will deliver Anglican troops to Skako in order to aid the Monarchist Alliance while undermining the Federalist forces. This will involve large amounts of co-operation with the Monarchist military forces, for which we ask your permission.

(c) The Crown Commonwealth will ask for now reparations for its part in this conflict, and will promise interest-free development loans to the nation of Skako at the end of the civil war. Furthermore, we will attempt to maintain the civilian economy within Monarchist controlled territory by housing, feeding and caring for civilians affected by the war, per humanitarian guidelines.

This is the full extent of the Crown Commonwealth's commitment to the true Skakoan government. We hope that you will accept this offer of very real, and very heartfelt aid. Should any part of it be in contention then His Majesty's Government, as always, will be willing to negotiate with your own administration.

Sir Arthur Templer
Prime Minister
The Crown Commonwealth of Regnum Albion

by **Urran** » Thu Apr 25, 2013 11:27 am

a pack of Urranese submarines stalked the depths near Shako. there positions were unknown save for the highest level Urranese and Shakian government and military officials. they numbered 1o in all. one of them, the URS Sea Demon, a Vanguard class ballistic missile sub, was armed to the teeth with high explosive warheads and even a few nukes. silently they moved, waiting for the Monarchists to take the first aggressive action.

Mean while, a carrier task force had departed. it contained two super carriers and many destroyers, cruisers, and attack submarines. it also had amphibious landing ships to land the ground forces. the Urranese air force would also begin actions. a long range bomber squadron armed with 9 B52's and a single B2 was on it's way to provide a deterrent from further aggression before the main force arrived.

by **Skako** » Thu Apr 25, 2013 11:55 am

Urran wrote:a pack of Urranese submarines stalked the depths near Shako. there positions were unknown save for the highest level Urranese and Shakian government and military officials. they numbered 1o in all. one of them, the URS Sea Demon, a Vanguard class ballistic missile sub, was armed to the teeth with high explosive warheads and even a few nukes. silently they moved, waiting for the Monarchists to take the first aggressive action.

Mean while, a carrier task force had departed. it contained two super carriers and many destroyers, cruisers, and attack submarines. it also had amphibious landing ships to land the ground forces. the Urranese air force would also begin actions. a long range bomber squadron armed with 9 B52's and a single B2 was on it's way to provide a deterrent from further aggression before the main force arrived.

OOC: For the sake of clearness and understanding of who's sending what please state an official ORBAT. Thanks.

EDIT: And my nation is called SKako not SHako.

by **Urran** » Thu Apr 25, 2013 11:58 am

Skako wrote:
Urran wrote:a pack of Urranese submarines stalked the depths near Shako. there positions were unknown save for the highest level Urranese and Shakian government and military officials. they numbered 1o in all. one of them, the URS Sea Demon, a Vanguard class ballistic missile sub, was armed to the teeth with high explosive warheads and even a few nukes. silently they moved, waiting for the Monarchists to take the first aggressive action.

Mean while, a carrier task force had departed. it contained two super carriers and many destroyers, cruisers, and attack submarines. it also had amphibious landing ships to land the ground forces. the Urranese air force would also begin actions. a long range bomber squadron armed with 9 B52's and a single B2 was on it's way to provide a deterrent from further aggression before the main force arrived.

OOC: For the sake of clearness and understanding of who's sending what please state an official ORBAT. Thanks.

EDIT: And my nation is called SKako not SHako.

I thought that was pretty clear...stated numbers and everything

by **Sprino** » Thu Apr 25, 2013 1:38 pm

Palace of Aquaeductum, Official Residence of the Doge and Emperor of Sprino

To: The Emperor of Skako
From: Augustus Caesar I
Encryption: HIGH

Date: 25th April 2013
Subject: Support from Sprino

It was of my information that your nation has entered into civil war since the "Federal Government" took power. We would like to inform to the Monarchist Alliance that despite that our country is a kind of Oligarchy since the Imperial Parliament elects a Doge Emperor from a blood line and the people elect the Prime Minister, we will support the Monarchist Alliance. We shall provide support of mantiments, weapons and men to fight with your forces.

From a fellow ally,

Augustus Caesar I
Doge and Emperor of The Most Serene Empire of Sprino

by **Skako** » Thu Apr 25, 2013 3:13 pm

Taneiro Academy (Secret Imperial Guard Academy)
Arturon Mountain Range, Gordon

The Tanerio Academy was a grand structure deep in the Arturon Mountains. Far from any urban areas these were the type of places which the Imperial Guard looked for to build their secret academies. To everyone, even the Skakoan government, this was just another expensive and exclusive private school only for the best. You couldn't apply to come here and everyone was chosen by "recruiters." That was the story which was given to the public.

Many kids from the nearby village of Anseo said it was a castle owned by a Count who would take the blood of children. They would tease each other and compete to see who was brave enough to get close to the dreadful high walls of the Academy.

The students who were here had been chosen since at the young age of three or four. This was where they would study till the age of 10 when they would go on to a Class B Academy where they would continue their studies and begin to learn basic things such as hand-to-hand combat and how to fire a gun. The kids here were given a choice though at age 18 to either join the Guard or leave and conduct a "normal" life. None ever chose to leave for the Guard had become their family and their loyalty to the Emperor was unmatched. There was not one in the Guard who would not take a bullet for His Imperial Majesty.

The Emperor had come here with his family seeking refuge and this had become the provisional HQ of the MA. Though none of the Kings were here the heads of the MA's military wing were. Little did anyone outside of these walls know that this was were all of the planning and coordinating was taking place.

Winston sat behind a simple wooden desk in a temporary office on the fifth level which had been given to him. He grinned as the final streaks of lights breached the window of his office. Soon the sun would set and finally after a long day Winston would go downstairs to eat with his family. The day had been long but successful and WInston was ecstatic about the support he was receiving. He grinned as he read the communiques from the four nations who had already pledged their support towards his cause. He had not expected this and was thankful for their kind acts. Quickly he began to personally write back to each and everyone of them.

by **Regnum Albion** » Fri Apr 26, 2013 4:21 am

19:09, Thursday April 25
Over the Antonine Sea
Royal Air Force CV-22B Osprey
International Waters

There was something relaxing about the muffled noise of the rotors just inches away from your head, separated by the thick metal walls of the aircraft and a hefty dose of insulation. It drowned out most of the noise from inside the cabin, distancing you from even your neighbour. And before missions like this, all you wanted at this point was some time to mull things over in your head. That was what the team of six was doing right now. They were sat against the sides of the Osprey's cabin, some leaning right back against the wall, others hunched over, their heads almost in their knees. All of them were laden with gear and dressed like something you'd imagine to be in a computer game. They were suited up in some sort of wetsuit, padded with thermal layers beneath, and with webbing slung around them, packed full of weaponry and supplies. Neatly attached to everyone's right arm and on the front and centre of their webbing was a dark variant of the Anglican flag in blues and blacks, an identifier that would hopefully protect them if they got caught.

Their faces were emotionless, ready, deep in thought. Not that this could be seen. Dark camo paint was applied in thin layers, covering all easily-identifiable features and breaking up the natural lines of the face, making any expressions difficult to discern. Yet in the dim light of the cabin, this group of six men were just as helpless as any others, save for the rifles nestled between their legs. It was when they got off this aircraft that they became the dangerous men of the Special Air Service, renowned for their brutal efficiency and feared for their ability to go unnoticed. This was made twice as impressive by their preparedness. They had been training for infiltration and sabotage operations more often than usual in the past two months, and it hadn't escaped the minds of many that this was linked to the deterioration of events within Skako. The mock training centres, erected from wooden boards, had even begun to resemble more and more the Skakoan style of architecture, and the tropical training, well that had just confirmed it for the men of 61 Regiment SAS.

And now, after months of higher intensity than usual training, these six were flying fast and low over the Antonine Sea, leaving behind the relative safety of their barracks back in Regnum Albion, and willingly entering a warzone. It was their own choice. All men who had been selected for the SAS were career soldiers by choice, having already been a part of Her Majesty's Armed Forces for a minimum of six years, and having trained non-stop since they were recruited into the regiment. They all took the regimental motto to heart, and followed it wherever it took them. Feet First Unto Darkness.

The time for thought was now over though. The cabin's dim light had been swamped by the red glow from a bulb at the rear. All heads shot towards it and movement began in earnest. Radio sets were checked, as were rifles and sidearms, and the six men began to pair up near the rear of the aircraft where they grouped behind a large boat. The silence was broken by a louder-than-necessary announcement from the co-pilot, just as shift in the aircraft's vector caused the six men to lose their balance slightly.

"Arriving at co-ordinates in sixty seconds, I say again, sixty seconds. Ramp disengaged."

Immediately a crack of light began to appear at the rear of the aircraft, steadily growing larger until it revealed a brutal sea, lapping away beneath them. It took a few seconds to put the water into perspective, but once this was done it looked relatively calm, the darkness exacerbating the look of danger within it. Now there was nothing between the men within the aircraft and the sheer wall of noise that was hitting them. The sound of the rotors was mixed with that of the waves beneath them and the wind soaring at the aircraft. It was a miracle the pilots were keeping it so steady. They lowered the aircraft down as much as they could, tilting it backwards slightly until the sea was lapping at the end of the ramp. The light went green. Immediately all six men pushed the boat while leaping in, not dissimilar to a bobsleigh. Their efforts saw the vessel launched into the water, the engine rapidly being tilted down beneath the waves by the rear man, and the aircraft, that last blanket of security, departing into the night sky. Within seconds it could no longer be seen or heard. They were alone.

"We're facing the right direction. Get that engine going and we should make it to shore in the hour." The voice was quiet yet harsh, amplified in everyone's ears by their radio sets. It came from the man lying against the port-side, his eyes eagerly scanning the sea around him. He wasn't the most muscular of the men, but he was the type that garnered respect, and for good reason. Rather than the standard combat knife that the others had sheathed behind them, he carried a Khukuri, reflecting his preference for the up-close-and-personal touch. His order was followed immediately, but in silence, action being the only acknowledgement he needed. The six men in their boat made their way swiftly but surely to the Skakoan shore.

by **United Islands of the Pacific** » Fri Apr 26, 2013 5:41 am

Admiral Memorial Naval Base
A large fleet departed from the base, it's mission to supply the monarchists with money and weapons, in case civil war did break out. It gave them a warning ahead of time.

We are sending a fleet to bring you supplies. Meet it about 3/4 of the way to Skako so we can get the supplies to you. Included is $5,000,000, weaponry, and some armored vehicles and helicopters.

Sailors boarded, and gathered materials. Machine guns for defense, money for funding, and vehicles to get around are brought on board aircraft carriers.

Admiral James Melbourne is the leader of this mission, called "Operation Monarch"

"What's the news, officer?" he asks a sailor.

"We're going to supply the Skako monarchs with weaponry, vehicles, and money. No conflict yet. If we are attacked by anyone, we will enact Air Bomb and give planes the OK to attack the aggressors in swarms. Bombs, missiles, and anti-ship weaponry from on board these ships will be used against hostile forces. Cargo will be protected at all costs, sir!" The officer says.

"Good job, officer." Admiral Melbourne says. "No federalists are getting their hands on our cargo. How far do we go?"

"I told the captain we'll go 3/4ths the way there, we asked the Monarchists to meet us there." he says.

"Good. No matter what, this operation will be successful." Admiral Melbourne says, confident in their abilities. He leaves the bridge and heads to the front of the ship.

by **Regnum Albion** » Fri Apr 26, 2013 11:35 am

20:21, Thursday April 25
Coast of Perensus
61 Regiment SAS
Skako

A few minutes previously, the last glimmers of the sun had set behind the tropical horizon of Perensus, casting a fresh darkness over the small boat and its crew. The light, needed in order for the men to sea where they were meant to be headed, was disappearing fast, but by this stage that was irrelevant. The boat had travelled over the relatively calm sea and reached the Skakoan island of Perensus, a special administrative region of the Federation that was a key factor in the securing of the monarchist cause. Still, if they had to be helping any country regain its security, the six men could think of no better place than Skako. Developed, civilised and with a beautiful landscape, it would practically be like a holiday to them, albeit one where they destroyed as much as they could.

The target that the team was due to reach in the next nine minutes was a prestigious yacht club, home to a monarchist cell in the island. It would be key to gaining first-hand knowledge of the surrounding terrain, something for which there was no substitute. Despite this, the entire team had been studying detailed maps of the island, as well as the rest of Skako, for weeks. They knew the country better than some of its residents. But reading maps didn't reveal where the best hiding spot was, or where a cliff overhang might conceal you, or even where some loose rocks could be disturbed in order to cause a landslide. For this, the team's contacts would be vital. Far from just offering knowledge of the area, monarchist contacts would be able to resupply, shelter and feed the team, allowing them to operate far beyond their original means.

So, with the light fast fading, it was obvious why the yacht club had to be located so quickly. The boat had been travelling along the coast at a slow pace in an attempt to reduce the engine noise, the team lying low within it, weapons pointed all around in an encircling arc of fire. Finally a voice was heard. It was a quiet mutter more than anything else, but was amplified in everyone's ears by their radio sets. "Sighted. Two o'clock." It was all that was needed to be said, and as the three men with a view of that area slowly turned their heads to spot the target, it was confirmed. Just around a curve in the coast was a large and intricately-designed building, pontoons reaching out into the sea and masts rising up to the sky. As hoped for, the outside lights were shut off. They had made it.

It was another five minutes at a slightly faster speed in order to reach the pontoon and disembark. The small hop from the boat to the landing area was made almost-silently by the team, and their immediate reaction was to ready their weapons, going down on one knee in order to survey the area. This was the meeting point, but there was always the chance of enemy action, especially in a civil war where the norm was abandoned and things tended to go wrong if you didn't at least try to expect them. Sure enough, as the team made their way slowly up the pontoon and towards the building, there was no sign of any Federalist forces, or of anyone for that matter. The six men, slouched low and with their weapon sights close to their faces, took up positions around the coast, staying low, like shadows in the night.

Eventually, the silence which had been punctuated only by the gentle rolling of the waves on the beach and the occasional screech of a cricket was broken. It was broken by the same man who carried the khukuri and gave the orders. He remained crouched, raised a hand to right chest area and pressed a button on the radio set. "This is Charlie Six Zero, do you read? I say again, this is Charlie Six Zero, do you read?" There was silence once more, the man's hand still on his radio set. The wind was picking up, rustling some of the trees nearby, until finally, a voice came back through the radio.

by **Sprino** » Sat Apr 27, 2013 2:19 am

62, Upping Avenue, Official Residence of the Imperial Prime-Minister of Sprino

To: General Marcelo Virensio
From: Caius Pius, Imperial PM of Sprino
Encryption: HIGH

Date: 27th April 2013
Subject: Support from Sprino

Greetings. My Emperor has told me to write a letter to you for Sprinese troops to be fighting for the Monarchist Alliance and where to direct them. We will fight against the "Federal Governement" for the victory of the Monarchist Alliance.

From a fellow ally,

Caius Cassius Pius
Imperial Prime-Minister of The Most Serene Empire of Sprino

by **Skako** » Sat Apr 27, 2013 10:46 am

Federico sat lazily in his chair as he watched the collection of screens silently. His black leather coat was placed neatly on the back of the plain grey office chair he sat on. The only noise which could be heard was the occasionally shaking of ice when he drank some of his water and the occasional steps of a janitor cleaning the halls.

Federico wore a bullet proof vest, a grey long sleeve polo and black cargo pants with a holster on his side. On his vest he had an ID card which identified him as security. Federico had always wanted to be a soldier or bodyguard as a child and now his dreams had "come true." Here he sat watching security cameras and making sure no one stole the yachts of some of the most powerful men in Skako. Federico had indifferent feelings about the job as it was not exciting but the pay was good. So as long as the checks kept on flowing Federico didn't mind watching the club at night.

He had had his fair share of excitement though when he was part of the Perensian Security Forces. He had been part of both the Naval Guard and Land Forces during the time of the Palatorian Insurgency. Those were dangerous times and the PSF had to be mobilized to avoid all of Perensus falling into the hands of the Palatorian Alliance. The PA was hated in Skako and were known for their hatred of the other Skakoan ethnic groups. Believing they were the supreme race among Skakoans they launched an armed campaign which lasted from 1991 to 1997. It engulfed most of Imperial Skako even reaching the gates of the non-monarchist Confederacy of Skako at one point.

Federico remembered those times with both anger and a strange love. After the PA's campaign both the Skakoan Republic of Perensus and the Confederacy of Skako joined the Skakoan Empire to form the Seven Kingdoms of Skako. Federico was a supporter of the union idea but thought it was unfortunate that everything became "boring" or at least for him it did. The country was finally united again and everyone was happy. Peace ruled now and there weren't any other terrorist groups constantly attacking, no rise in crime, nothing.

But all great things do not last. Now the coup had stirred up some action and Federico was awaiting the arrival of a team of Anglican SAS. Finally Federico would be able to meet with soldiers again. Needless to say he was excited but would obviously not show it. The SAS were popular among Skakoan boys who aspired to be soldiers. They would attempt to imitate Anglican accents from what they had seen on TV and would go against their friends who would commonly act as Skakoan Marine Commandos or Army Special Forces in their extravagant role plays. This rivalry was fake though with both the Skakoa Government and Anglican Government cooperating in various aspects over time.

Now the Anglican Government had pledged its support to the monarchist cause and this had boosted Federico's morale greatly. Knowing that a powerful government was aiding them was helpful and would certainly place pressure on the Federal Government.

Federico looked outside of the small window and saw a great beam of light shooting in the vast sea. It originated from the nearby lighthouse which was located close to Verenco Port. It was one of the largest commercial ports in Skako and it was not uncommon to occasionally see a large cargo ship heading in its direction. He was abruptly interrupted by a voice coming from the radio on his belt. He picked it up and listened closely; it was the leader of the SAS team.

He waited a moment and responding with a slight accent, "Yes we read. Proceed to the door with the lamp post next to it. It's the one that's turned on." He walked over to the control board adn turned on the lamp post so they would understand. The door was unlocked already and Federico put on his jacket, secured his pistol and then walked out of the room. He proceeded downstairs to meet with them. There was no one else in the building as the janitor had left only a few minutes ago.

by **Regnum Albion** » Sat Apr 27, 2013 3:50 pm

"Yes we read. Proceed to the door with the lamp post next to it. It's the one that's turned on." The voice came back through the headsets just as a light ahead of the team flickered on. It was close enough to send a soothing glow heading towards the small team, but still far enough that their natural night vision wasn't completely disrupted. The man who appeared to be leading the group silently but with impressive speed made his way forward, tapping one of his men, who in turn moved forward and tapped another. In this way the entire squad went from being in a stationary defensive formation to being on the move in a staggered line, each man covering arcs of fire that they had trained for years to cover, knowing exactly what to do. The moves were seamless and flawlessly executed. They required intensive teamwork, though it wouldn't have looked like it to the untrained eye, and it was partly for this reason that the squad had infiltrated in a single boat rather than risk being split up in a HALO airbourne landing.

The leader himself wasn't the most muscular of the squad, though he wasn't the smallest either. He had the height that gave him an appearance of strength, which he did in fact possess in great quantities, and the slenderness that revealed an agility and speed that others, even in his team, found hard to match. Unlike most of the others in his squad, he wore no headgear, revealing a receding hairline of otherwise thick black hair, matching a fairly impressive moustache adorning his upper lip. None of the men in his squad, in fact very few in the regiment at all, knew his name, only referring to him by his operational tag of Bishop. This, combined with his high rank, especially for someone still active in field operations, of Captain made him somewhat of a regimental legend, added to by his choice of lethal khukuri blade rather than the standard issue combat knife. The rest of the squad wore the same basic combat uniform, but each with their own individual impressions. One wore a dark helmet, complete with combat goggles and balaclava, another had a crossbow slung across the back of his webbing. Each was quite clearly their own man, something that time in the regiment made a part of you, but they still worked as one of the best teams in the Anglican Armed Forces.

So, with this individual intuition merged with an in-built team sense, the entire squad went from silently advancing towards the door to the yacht club, to simply not existing anymore. They had all dropped to the ground in one motion, hugging the dark earth for protection. The reason was that there had been movement, a man had stepped out carrying a pistol and wearing body armour. It was simply instinct that when something moved when it shouldn't be, the men would first seek cover, and then ascertain whether it was a threat. As it happened, this was no threat. Bishop, the man in command of the whole squad, rose from the ground like something simultaneously beautiful and intrinsically disturbing. He had let his weapon hang off his webbing, falling to his side, safe in the knowledge that his men were still covering him. He advanced to the man by the door, just as anyone would walk to a friend in the street, and when he reached him, he simply said one word. "Federico."

There were no pleasantries, no saluting, no 'sirs'. This was not a military base with pristinely polished boots and fine creases in the uniforms. This was a war zone, and what's more it was one not for conventional forces, but for the special forces that made fame throughout the world. As Bishop maintained eye contact with Federico, he raised his left arm and made a motion, as though twirling his index finger in a circle in the air. As soon as he did so, five more figures rose eerily from the ground, their guns not by their sides but ready to be fired, and made their way just as quietly as before to the entrance. As they arrived, all five of them naturally formed a semi-circle around the wall, scanning the surrounding landscape for any sign of movement. They were tetchy, and for good reason too. They were all deep behind enemy lines fighting in a war that had very few rules and two difficult-to-differentiate sides. Bishop spoke with softly, though his accent was rough. "I'd rather not stand around under this bright light all night like a group of heavily armed moths. If we could take this inside."

by **Skako** » Mon Apr 29, 2013 9:58 am

Gran Leon Yacht Club
April 25th 2013

Federico walked down the service stairs which were hidden neatly behind the pristine white walls of the club. When he reached the first floor he opened the door and like usual looked to his left and right as he scanned the area.

He knew there was no one else there but he checked anyway just to make sure. This habit had stuck with him when he served as a bodyguard in the Government Security Agency.

He walked down the hall to the door where Bishop's team would come in through. It was a short walk and when he arrived he looked out of the door yet saw no one. He expected nothing less from one of best special forces unit in the region.

Federico then opened the door slowly and took a few steps outside. He waited a few seconds until a tall shadowy figure confronted him. He twitched for his gun; another habit which annoyed him. Recognizing it was Bishop after he said his name and saw the rest of the team he relaxed a bit.

"Bishop," he said in a rather blank tone, "pleasure to finally meet you. Please come inside." He then led them into the building and up the service stairs.

"General Carona has spoken to the owner of club and has made accommodations for you and your team," he explained as they reached the third floor. "It's nothing special but for now it can serve as your base of operations. No one will suspect you here."

Federico then opened the door to the third floor and them down a rather dark hall.

"This floor was never finished hence why the walls aren't painted. The main room is used as a storage while the rest are just empty," he informed them. Old paint cans and broken chairs littered most of the floor while the lights were industrial in nature unlike the extravagant crystal chandeliers found on the other floors.

When they reached the end of the hall Federico pushed opened a wooden door which was partially painted in white. "This is it," he said as he yawned quietly.

The room was medium-sized and partially painted in white just like the door but the floor had been cleared of litter. Six beds lined the right side of the room while one large table with two computers on it and various boxes lined the left side. Above the table was a large map of Perensus which showed major cities and Prefectures. The boxes were filled with supplies ranging from ammunition to medical equipment.

"General Carona will be coming at eight in the morning to meet with you. Also the main employees such as the manager and security are aware of your presence but the janitorial staff and others are not. Regardless no one uses the service stairs and no one comes up here so you won't be disturbed." He smiled slightly in a polite way and then said one more thing, "If you need anything just call me through the intercom. Oh and the bathroom is down the hall." With that he turned around and left.

Gran Leon Yacht Club
April 26th 2013

A black SUV pulled up to the side entrance of the club which was away from the exposed main entrance. The General wanted to keep his presence under the radar, after all he was the Commander of the Perensian Brigades and the FSS was eagerly looking for him. The bodyguard in the front passenger seat got out first and took a look around. After seeing that the area was clear he knocked on the metal door. A buzz signaled that it had been unlocked from the security office. It opened slightly by itself as the man went back to open the General's door. Quickly they entered the building and the SUV which brought them there left in a hurry.

The General wiped some of the sweat off his face as he entered the air conditioned building. It was hot outside and although Julio was a native of Perensus he had never truly gotten use to the hot and humid weather which was common throughout most of the year. He was an old man in his late sixties who had served in both the Imperial Army and Imperial Marine Corps. In the Imperial Army he served in the 1st Division which was one of the two heavy mechanized divisions of the Army. He saw deployment in the Village of Chevoto in Cantus where he fought against the Dalenso Rebels. He also fought against the Palatorian Alliance when they launched a full scale attack on the border villages of Cantus. Julio then returned to Perensus to serve with the 1st Marine Commando Brigade though he never saw deployment in his seven years with them.

As they went up the stairs he fixed his tie and adjusted his pure white hair. Julio always tried looked his very best when he was in public and was keen on making good impressions. He had chosen to put on a grey suit and not a military uniform as he did not want to attract anyway unwanted attention. Julio had been moving from house to house all over Perensus for over three months now in an attempt to avoid being captured by the FSS.

The FSS (Federal Secret Service) was a big problem for the MA. They were only five months old and had already become one of the most powerful agencies of the Federal Government. They had captured over 1,000 monarchist supporters and had already committed a handful of assassinations or how they liked to call them "cleanings." Julio had only narrowly avoided capture about a month ago thanks to an old woman who gave him shelter as they searched for him.

He barely knew her but when she saw him in the wrecked car she was brave and caring enough to help him. The FSS agents who had been chasing him had rammed his car and at the same time killed themselves. They also killed Julio's son and bodyguards. Needless to say that the situation was no longer only about ideology but was also about revenge. He wanted to see the FSS and the Federal Government burn to the ground and he would do everything in his power to free Perensus of this plague.

"It's that room down the hall," said Julio's bodyguard, Miguel. Miguel was a shadowy character. He was not very tall but was muscular and very tanned like most Perensian men. He had dark brown hair which seemed black if you didn't look at it closely. When they reached the door, Miguel knocked and waited for them to open it. Julio maintained a serious yet welcoming face. He was thankful for the Anglican Government's support. He himself had once trained along side Anglican soldiers while he served in the Imperial Army and was sure that with their help victory could be achieved. He saw them as fine people whose culture was one of good values. Now he would be fighting the monster which had overtaken their country alongside them.

by **United Islands of the Pacific** » Mon Apr 29, 2013 5:47 pm

Admiral Memorial Naval Base
Just as the ships were about to leave the Pacific City area, the communique from General Virsenio was given to Admiral Melbourne. He quickly heads to the bridge to alert the other ships.

"Hold up!" He says, over the intercom. "They have warned us to not send the materials. They have no naval forces, and landing in Skako would be suicide, considering how we would be the Federal Government's enemy. We'll have to delay. Head back to the port, now. Admiral Melbourne out."

The ships began to turn back to the port. Department of Defense Minister Jhon Brown wasn't able to communicate with the Monarch or UIP forces, as he was hospitalized in an unrelated assassination attempt. This would leave the forces confused, and would force the naval forces to make their own decisions, or for Jhon's Secretary, Secretary of Defense Jill Winters, to make decisions. Already the forces had little to no guidance. In the future, this would result in a revamp of national defense.

Oceaneer Building
Once the ships arrived, Admiral Melbourne called up a car and went to the Oceaneer building, where his office was. He wondered how the UIP could support the Skakan monarchists without Jhon Brown or President Thomas Sanchez available. The sun had begun to set, and he took a microwave meal over to the building's kitchen and heated it up. While it cooked, he wrote down ways the UIP government could support Skakan monarchists on a napkin.

by **Regnum Albion** » Tue Apr 30, 2013 3:04 am

06:31, April 26 2013
Perensus
Gran Leon Yacht Club
Skako

The squad had woken early. Since they had entered the yacht club, they'd made the room a veritable command centre for their operations. The heavy packs that most of the men had been carrying during the infiltration phase were now empty, stacked neatly in a corner. Their contents were now clearly visible throughout the room; a large map adorned one wall while heavy plastic and metal tables were now covered in heavy-duty laptops, satellite feeds and coding appearing on-screen. Resting against the wall next to the cramped sleeping area was an assortment of weapons, though by now, nearly an hour and a half since the squad had woken, most of the men had their weapons at the ready, hanging lazily from their webbing. Bishop and what looked to be his 2/IC were leaning over one of the tables, observing one of the rugged computers. A few of the others were making final weapons checks, while one solitary man was pressed against the wall by the window frame, staring out into the distance intently, on guard for any sign of motion.

The room was almost silent, there wasn't much to chat about at this point. So when the knock on the door came, all of the men immediately twisted in its direction, their eyes looking down their sights and their barrels pointed toward the source of the noise. Bishop was the only one not to have raised his weapon, though his hand was hovering around a pistol strapped to his right thigh. "Steady lads. Chino, check it out." One of the three who had been checking weapons slowly stood up and made his way carefully to the door, his feet rolling onto the ground as he stepped to reduce noise. He let his assault rifle hang from his webbing as he took his pistol from its webbing. He placed his hand on the door handle, contemplating the best way to do this. He settled on short and sweet, turning the handle rapidly and flinging the door open while sidestepping out of the line of any fire. He needn't have bothered, it was their contact, General Carona.

As the old general entered, all in the room dropped their weapons back to their sides. The majority went snapped to shun, the best form of salute they could muster in their combat dress, while Bishop managed to curl his mouth into a smile of sorts. He respected Carona, especially having been briefed on his exploits prior to the operation. Bishop saw him as a man of experience, determination, and honour. It would be a pleasure working alongside him. Despite these thoughts, Bishop, in his strange way, was unwilling to say so. His attempts to maintain professional involved as little small talk as possible, and most of his squad followed in his lead in this respect. So this general, who was respected so much by the Anglicans, was greeted with nothing more than a handshake, nod of the head, and a brief welcome of "General." from Bishop's lips.

Still, this was a professional setting, and their job was to discuss their operations with the Skakoan, not chit-chat away with him. So within seconds of his arrival, the room was almost back to normal. One man was keeping watch, three were checking weapons, and Bishop and his 2/IC, a tall figure known as Scarecrow, were at the operations centre briefing General Carona.

"Our plans so far are fairly generic. Regnum Albion hasn't been able to use most former intelligence assets within Skako as they were linked to the Imperial Government for the most part. With regards to the Federalists, we have little on-the-ground intel. So we've planned to take out their main strategic and tactical advantages for now, until we're able to gather more intel regarding their operational capabilities." Scarecrow was talking now, the group being assembled around one of the satellite feeds. Bishop was never one for talking tactics to someone he didn't quite trust, no matter how much he respected him. It was an old habit, but these are the ones that die hardest. "This involves targeting their naval, aerial and artillery positions. We've brought anti-ship mines as well as a variety of explosives for ground-based targets as we believe the best way to take out aircraft will be in the hangars or on the runway. Once they're in the air, they can evade any ordnance we send, and target us back."

Scarecrow tapped some of the keys on the computer, bringing up an overlay of a map which showed Perensus, Skako itself, and the Antonine Sea that stretched between Skako and Regnum Albion. A circle appeared around Perensus, matching up to its coastline, and a large pulsating dot appeared in the Antonine Sea, far from Skako but clearly having departed from Regnum Albion. "If we can neutralise the majority of Perensus's naval and air units, then we can clear space for the main Anglican task force to safely establish a zone of operations. This will go a long way in aiding future mainland operations. Of course, any more pressing issues that your men deem as priority will be our priorities too, so if there's anything that your forces have been planning, tell us now."

by **Skako** » Tue Apr 30, 2013 6:43 am

Miguel's bodyguard had stepped back and in front of the General after he had knocked on the door. He knew the type of soldiers these were and that a simple knock could you get you killed. Thankfully they hadn't shot blindly and had identified the General. Miguel remained outside of the door knowing that he would be safe. When the General entered the room he looked around and was impressed with the setup not that it was a surprise to him. The greeting was simple and the briefing straight to the point. The General enjoyed and valued this sense of professionalism and was confident in the men.

"Captain," he began, "it is a pleasure to finally make your acuaintance." He lacked the usual Skakoan accent when speaking English. He spoke with great confidence for he had studied the language since he was seven. The General had also worked as the government's representative during joint training missions and therefore had much experience with Anglicans.

He observed the map closely while listening to Bishop's 2IC Scarecrow. Julio had always found these nicknames funny and he thought they were beneficial for each soldier's individuality. Such names were not common in the Skakoan military though as most men were simply addressed by their last name or rank.

He waited for Scarecrow to finish before saying, "That seems like a good plan. I would suggest first attacking the Perensian Naval Guard base on the south end of the island. It is only sixteen kilometers down the road outside of the club although I'm sure you won't be using conventional means to get there. For now the PNG bases are easier to get into then the ones controlled by the MSF. Hopefully the Premier or the Chief Magistrate will not mobilize the Armed Forces or Perensian Security Forces just yet for if they do your jobs will be much more difficult with the increased security." Julio took a deep breath and said,"Well I'll leave the rest to you. If you need any support whatsoever do not hesitate to contact me or my staff. Good hunting." With that the General grinned slightly and walked away.

by **Skako** » Tue Apr 30, 2013 8:54 am

15:29, April 28th, 2013
3rd Carrier Group
Off the coast of Saranon

Admiral Rencio Valdar stared out of the large windows of the command bridge. The room was filled with beeps originating from the electronic equipment, tapping of keyboards, and orders being given. Every once in a while the tower would shake a bit and a great rumbling noise would take over the ship. The crew knew that this meant that another jet was taking off.

The Supreme Council of Defense had decided to send out one of the two active carrier groups. They were simply doing exercises and were patrolling the coast. Their purpose and objective was simple to deter enemy aggression and defend Skakoan sovereignty. Most of the crew on board really didn’t care who was in power and they truly didn’t question what they were doing. They were simply following orders and serving their country.

Admiral Rencio’s family had a long military tradition with two of his cousins currently serving in the Navy, two of his older brothers serving in different joint commands and a younger sister who was serving as a medic in the Marines. His grandfather was a decorated veteran who had served with the Saranese Royal Navy during the Great War. Unlike many of his fellow servicemen he survived to the tale of his great exploits as Admiral of the 5th Fleet.

Admiral Rencio had seen action as well having fought off an invading Wiendonian fleet. This had been his most famous accomplishment although it hadn’t come with its consequences. Over three of his five destroyers had been critically hit and two of the four frigates in his service had taken a good amount of damage. Over 2,000 men and women died that day making it one of the bloodiest battle in the Skakoan-Wiendonian War.

Rencio considered this aircraft carrier the SMV (formerly HIMS) Victorea (Victory), his “baby.” He had been on this aircraft carrier when he fought the Wiendonians and although she took damage she was not beyond repair. It was a Conquistadore Class Aircraft Carrier and served as the middle ground between the Skakoan Navy’s light aircraft carriers and its supercarrier which served as the flagship of the navy. Although it was every seaman’s dream to serve aboard the grand and powerful Imperio Class Supercarrier, Rencio was happy aboard the Victory.

The Victory’s air wing consisted of 33 Remantaz 44Bs, 9 Commandante Multi-Mission Helicopters, 2 Questa Dragon Transport Helicopters, and 1 Rey dal Oceano Rescue Helicopter. The Victory also had a variety of defense mechanisms which consisted of 12 anti-ship surface-to-surface missile launchers, 24 vertical surface-to-air launches with 192 missiles, eight CIWS mounts each armed with two launchers for SAMs, twin 30mm rotary cannons, and a radar/optronic director, 30mm rotary cannons in single mounts and a Questa Protectore anti-submarine system which consisted of 60 300mm rockets.

Unlike other aircraft carriers the ship had extraordinary defense capabilities and therefore had a smaller escort group unlike most other Skakoan carrier groups which consisted of 1 Fortaleza Class Cruiser, 2 Tigre Class Destroyers, and 2 . There was usually one [url=http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/b/be/USS_Michigan_%28SSBN-727%29.jpg/320px-USS_Michigan_%28SSBN-727%29.jpg]Espada Class Nuclear Submarine but this was a simple patrolling exercise and therefore the nuclear submarine was not needed or at least for now it wasn’t.

The Navy had not initialized full mobilization yet but was indeed preparing for the worst as were most of the other branches. Already the National Guard was beginning chemical attack, non-nuclear attack and nuclear attack drills. Although a nuclear attack was unlikely it was the duty of the National Guard to protect and evacuate citizens during a national emergency. The National Evacuation System had been activated as well something which had not been done since the Skakoan-Wiendonian War. The Premier still had not given the order for full mobilization but if/when he did the branches of the Armed Forces would make sure they were ready. Therefore the Navy had put all of its active destroyer squadrons on high alert while also ordering all of the Coastal Defense flotillas to begin exercises along the coast, close to major cities.

The Coastal Defense Flotillas or CDFs consisted of a variety of corvettes and air-defense frigates. Mainly the Princepe Class Frigates and the Reino Class Corvettes. Though the corvettes were not the most powerful ships they served as good auxiliaries and in some cases escorts when the usual frigates were not available. The Princepe Class frigates had a variety of anti-air missiles which were launched via VLS and many flotillas of them lined the long coast of Skako.

A young officer named Alberto was also on board the Victory. He had served on-board for about three years and with the Navy for ten years. He loved the Navy and everything. In fact he liked almost anything that had to do with the water. Being a native of Perensus he grew up on beach side village of Geronse on the southern end of the island. This was far away from tourists but was close to the main PNG naval base. Every afternoon he would see the corvettes and frigates come in and out and he dreamt of one day becoming an officer in the PNG. He had served with the PNG for two years before moving on and joining the Imperial Navy. He had dark hair and was slightly tanned. He was not the muscular type and not very tall but he served his purpose as a crew-member well.

“Admiral,” he said in a respectful tone, “the last fighters have taken off.” The Admiral got out of his day dream and turned around to face the young man, “Good, good. Make sure they return before dark. Let’s begin to make our way towards Garenca. There we’ll refuel and head towards Perensus.” The Admiral's voice was deep and tough. He was not the person who you wanted to hold a pleasant conversation with or the type with whom you’d like to have a verbal argument with either. “Right away Admiral,” replied Alberto. He then proceeded to walk to a nearby communications system.

by **Regnum Albion** » Wed May 01, 2013 9:25 am

07:02, April 26 2013
Southern Perensus
Perensian Naval Guard Base
Skako

The squad had changed from their combat wetsuits the day before and donned the looser forest fatigues that blended with the Perensian environment. Their khaki webbing and body armour, now in the standard ATACS camouflage, covered up a fleece-like top, Anglican flags in dull greens and greys velcroed onto the right arm and the chest in the hope that some respite could be offered should the team be captured. Their looser trousers and gortex boots matched the camouflage pattern of their webbing, as did their tactical helmets. Even their weapons had a similar scheme applied to them. The faces of the men themselves were covered in khaki balaclavas and camo paint, hiding the natural features of the face and blending them with the foliage. The squad had driven a battered old civilian 4x4 a safe distance from the PNG Naval Base before hiding it off the side of the road and making their way on foot to the perimeter of the base. Most of their recon had been done through the satellite feeds back at the yacht club but that was no substitute for a first-hand scouting of the location.

The squad was spread thinly, having to communicate via radio, in an attempt to avoid detection. Despite that, there was a sense of anticipation in the air, natural for this kind of situation. "Rook." The voice came through the radio, instantly recognisable as Bishop. He was referring to the squad's designated marksman, the tallest in the group and originally from the Anglican Commonwealth Realm of New Caledonia, accounting for his differing accent. "Take up position on that ridge. I want you providing fire support and recon throughout. If needs be, reposition to their right flank." There was no noise, no sign of movement, no disturbance in the foliage. The only sign that Rook had reached the ridge was when he radioed back in a simple "Ready." Of all the roles, many idolised the SAS 'sniper'. They were the best shots in the Anglican Armed Forces, and for the most part they avoided the major firefights that could break out in any operation. In reality, it was often a lonely position though. This type of integrated support mission was a rarity for Rook, and a relief from those operations where he would be positioned for weeks on end behind enemy lines with no one but Command to speak to.

"Right." Bishop had briefed the squad back at the yacht club, so he only needed to call the assault now. "Chino, you're with me. We'll infiltrate through the north-west and plant the C4 by the choppers. I see a weak section in the perimeter fence which we should be able to get through. Scarecrow, Worm and Phantom, you move in from the east and disable the naval vessels." The plan was met by a series of 'Roger that's' from the squad as they made their way to their infiltration positions, as silently as they had done the night before at the yacht club. Bishop met up with Chino by a relatively unguarded section of the perimeter fence, finding the man prone on the ground, his rifle at the ready. From now on, comms would be silent unless necessary, so Bishop placed his hand on Chino's shoulder and gave a gentle squeeze, letting him know that it was clear to move up. The two men did so with precision. One would cover the area of advance from a hidden position, while the second would swiftly yet silently move up to the next safe area. Within three minutes the two men had reached the chain link fence surrounding the base.

Bishop knelt on one knee, his rifle aimed and ready in an arc away from the fence. He turned his head and nodded to Chino, rapidly returning to his state of readiness to scan for enemy movement. As he did this, Chino brought out a small but chunky set of pliers, cutting a small flap in the fence, just large enough for the two men to crawl under. Once finished, he gave the same gentle squeeze of the shoulder to Bishop, who crawled through the hole as Chino covered him. After the thumbs up from Bishop, signified by a small nod, Chino did the same, replacing the chain link as best he could one through the hole. It would take close inspection of the fence to spot the breach, and hopefully the squad would be long gone before that happened, so long as everything went to plan. The two men found themselves at the back of a row of buildings, something they expected from their detailed planning of the assault the weeks beforehand. They knew where to go from here, making a move and hugging the walls of the buildings as they did so, their rifles always ready to fire.

As they reached the corner of one final building, they heard a brief whisper from their radio sets. "Woah, steady there. Two tangos round that corner, moving away from your position. Wait for twenty seconds." It was the unmistakable accent of Rook, the squad's eyes from above and an incredibly useful tool when there was no tactical commander with a satellite feed guiding their every movement. The twenty seconds of waiting seemed much longer, and the staying still while relatively exposed seemed unnatural to both Bishop and Chino. Nevertheless, they waited it out and were rewarded by the all clear from Rook. It had been their first incident, and hopefully their last. Judging by the relaxed atmosphere of the base, Scarecrow and his team hadn't been spotted either. Still, it was unnerving for Bishop and Chino as they made their way through the backs of buildings, guided occasionally by Rook. The sense of anticipation was overridden by one of relief though, as the two men rounded a final corner to be greeted by rows of helicopters, chocks by their wheels indicating their inactive state. The target had been reached, but there was the unfortunate presence of multiple guards making their way through the much more open ground.

The two men waited, crouched by the side of one of the surrounding buildings, eyeing a route to the unmanned helicopters. Eventually, after a full minute of nothing at all, Bishop signalled to Chino, pointing to a stack of weapons crates. Chino knew what to do, and immediately checked for the positions of the groups of soldiers. He was trained to take opportunities, no matter how fleeting they were, so upon seeing a clear run to the crates, he rounded the corner of the building and ran as quietly as he could to the crates, staying low to avoid detection. As he looked around to confirm that Bishop was sound, he saw the man finishing off his own run to the fuselage of one of the choppers, pressing himself up against it to reduce his profile. Bishop extracted a beige substance wrapped with some sort of device, and slowly attached it to the chopper's fuselage. Chino grinned before taking the shorter run to a nearby chopper and doing the same. It took the two men a further ten minutes to plant their charges on the remaining helicopters in order to remain undetected. When the final one was planted, they made their way back to the building by the side of the helicopters, their objective completed. Their only task now was to get out of the base before they detonated the charges, and pray that Scarecrow and his team had accomplished their task.

by **Regnum Albion** » Thu May 02, 2013 3:41 am

The journey back from the choppers was, if anything, more nerve-racking than getting there. Now Bishop and Chino had to worry not only about being discovered themselves, but having their charges discovered too, despite the fact that they had placed them in difficult-to-see and reach places on the helicopters. If they were discovered, the whole operation would have been in vain, and their own safety would be severely compromised. If there was one thing that Bishop couldn't stand, it was a base on high alert. So now, winding their way through the back-paths of the naval base, both Bishop and Chino picked up their pace. As before, they were occasionally guided by Rook's helpful instructions, telling them to stop at certain corners, wait for a few seconds, and then move on. And as usual, this information was correct and probably saved the two men from detection multiple times. By the time the duo arrived at the chain-link fence that they had entered through, they were ready to leave the base for good.

"Cover me while I look for the infiltration point." Chino knew that they were in the right area, but his replacement of the broken part of the fence meant that he needed to search in a bit more detail for it. As he did so, Bishop crouched down and scanned the area with his rifle at the ready. It was another ten seconds or so before Chino found what he was looking for and managed to unravel the fence to create a large enough hole. Even then, it was ten seconds more than Bishop would have liked. The same tactics that had been employed to enter the base were recycled, with one man covering as the other crawled through the fence. A similar two-man pepper-potting manoeuvre was employed to clear a distance between the two men and the naval base, until they were a safe distance away while still being within range of the remote detonators on their explosives.

The duo had found an area of foliage from where they could observe most of the base, the most prominent features being the large superstructures of the destroyers and frigates. Bishop carefully moved his hand into his webbing, extracting a pair of binoculars in a smooth motion, careful not to disturb the foliage around him. He looked through them, Chino always by his side with a rifle at the ready. "I see them." He was referring to Scarecrow and his team. Judging by his line of sight, Chino assumed Bishop had spotted them by one of the long barrack blocks to the west. "Give 'em ten minutes, then we'll check for confirmation." Bishop's order was a good omen for Chino. If they weren't moving to cover Scarecrow's escape, it meant that the other team had a clear run. This news helped the ten minutes pass a lot faster. Once it was up, Bishop's voice could be heard in the radio once more. "Scarecrow, are you clear?"

The reply was immediate, albeit from a slightly panting Scarecrow. "Roger that. We've planted the anti-ship charges on three of the frigates, four of the corvettes and two on the submarine. That'll most likely destroy the sub, and do heavy damage to the corvettes, but the frigates will only be temporarily scuppered." It was a good sign, and Bishop was clearly pleased. You couldn't tell that by his facial expressions, he wasn't smiling and he didn't congratulate them. You only knew that Bishop was pleased when he didn't berate you for messing up. His own reply was straight to the point. "Roger that, Scarecrow. Blow the ships first, we'll try to take down as many crew with them as we can. Once the guards are running past the choppers to get to the bomb blast, we'll blow those too." It seemed somewhat brutal, but it was their job to wreak as much havoc as possible.

Within five seconds of Bishop giving the order, there was a vast series of explosions in the docks beneath the team. At first the sound was muffled from the underwater explosions, but as fuel and ammunition took light, vast booms rippled through the air and fireballs heaved their way out of any holes in the ships, of which there were a lot more after the initial explosions. The sound of the explosions died down, eventually being replaced by that of twisting and snapping metal with the cries of sailors and guards all around. There was a small shockwave felt by Bishop and Chino, not enough to cause any fuss, but enough to blow the foliage around them in a disconcerting manner. Bishop spoke up as he peered through his binoculars at the choppers below. "Chino. Arm the detonator." His short sentences revealed his concentration, just waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Chino flipped the safety off of the detonator and held is fingers over the trigger. He was getting a green light from the read-out, a sign that the explosives were within range. He waited.

"Do it." As soon as the words left Bishop's mouth, Chino clamped down lightly on the detonator with his hand, the click confirming to him that he had done his job. Once more, a series of explosions rippled throughout the base, this time much louder as there was no water to muffle their effect. The fuel caught light much faster too, combining the fireballs with the initial explosions and, undoubtedly, sucking the oxygen out of the air near the flames. Below them was a scene of chaos, some sort of real-life pandemonium, a word which few knew as being Milton's name for the capital of hell, and hellish it was. Great hulking ships twisted under pressure and fell to the mercy of the waves, their structures ablaze and their carcasses blocking up much of the docks. In the centre of the base, huge flames billowed thick, black smoke from the helicopters. Shouting and screams signified the chaos going on below. To most it was inhuman. To the men of 61 Regiment SAS, it was a job well done.

"Alright, let's bug out. Meet at RV point Alpha."

by **Skako** » Tue May 07, 2013 10:08 am

Perensian Admiralty
Next to PNG Southern Base
Five minutes before ship explosions

The Admiral sat in his office on the fifth floor. The building was plain and of the usual Perensian style. The Admiralty was made of white stone and consisted of five medium-sized floors. The roof was topped with the common Skakoan roof shingles while the interior was a mixture of traditional with modern with pristine light yellow walls and bullet proof windows lining the many halls.

The Admiralty had been closed to the public as most other government and important military buildings had been for over twelve years now. Most Skakoan government buildings were extremely secure. Having learned the hard way at the hands of the Palatorian Alliance the government had created the Government Security Agency. The GSA was mainly charged with protecting most government facilities and protecting government VIPs. They didn't protect military instillations though and therefore the Admiralty depended on the Perensian Naval Police and the security systems which the GSA had provided for them.

Admiral Rencio personally detested the PNG's famed HQ. He wished that the original architects had followed the Imperial Navy's model but it seemed that that was too much to ask for. Not that it surprised him as the Perensian people were proud and would never follow the architecture style or anything else for that matter which was similar to the mainland. Yet their roads, shops, language and almost everything else was the same.

Perensian independence had been a delicate subject ever since it joined the Empire. Many Perensians were against the act and some were even empathetic to the Palatorian Alliance's cause which, simply put, was independence. The PSF was constantly at war with the Perensian Liberation Army which was classified by both the Perensian and Skakoan governments as a terrorist group.

The PLA had become very popular in 2007, so popular that the people elected one of its members as Chief Magistrate. The newly elected Chief Magistrate then in a quite foolish manner proceeded to declare Perensus independent and changed his title to President. Many Perensians were split on whether to support the new "President" or go against him. Regardless Emperor Kaler (Winston's father) gave them no choice and invaded Perensus by sending in the navy, Air Force and National Guard. The conflict, which became known as the Battle for Perensus, lasted only three days as the much larger and better equipped Imperial forces quickly took out most of the PSF's defenses and experienced little to no civil resistance.

The President whose name was Julio Esturio was charged with high treason and the violation of the Pledge of Allegiance to the State which he took at age 18. Julio only narrowly escaped the death sentence and instead was given life in prison. He now resides in a level 5 maximum security prison in an undisclosed location. Rencio was actually satisfied with the President's punishment as he never supported Esturio or Perensian independence at all.

It was only five minutes before the attack on the neighboring naval base that Rencio was thinking about all these things, remembering the past. He had become admiral in late 2007 shortly after the Battle for Perensus when the new PSF was established. He was checking the daily reports which ranged from an incident of a seaman falling off of a ship to an engagement between PNG forces and Oreoni pirate clans. Rencio let out an exasperated sigh when he saw the report about the pirate clans. He had thought that the piracy emitting from there had officially ended but it seemed he was wrong.

As he went to grab his glass of ice cold water a great rumbling stopped him. He quickly turned around to look out of his large office window. What he saw led to mixed feelings ranging from anger to sadness. Large fire-lit ship pieces flew like projectiles straight towards the admiralty and everything else in or next to the base.

Soon a variety of alarms began to sound. One from the base, one from the admiralty and one from an adjacent school. Rencio wondered who had had the brilliant idea to build a school for small children next a military installation but now was not the time. He quickly grabbed the pistol in his draw and placed it firmly in his holster. As he was about to walk out a young officer barged in saying, "Sir! There's been explosions at the base!" Of course it was Lieutenant Felipe Gustalso who served as Rencio's main "assistant." His character was distinct and although he annoyed Rencio sometimes the Admiral had grown somewhat fond of the young aspiring officer.

The Admiral took a deep breath before responding, "I noticed, Lieutenant." He signaled to the window.

"Oh, forgive me sir. I forgot that..you...had..the...yeah," said the Lieutenant in a somewhat embarrassed voice.

"Yes, well. Is it an attack or an accident?" Asked the Admiral as they left his office and briskly walked down the hall.

"I don't have that type of information yet but-" Another explosion cut off the Lieutenant. This explosion didn't cause too much rumbling but it was quite loud. The murmurs of nearby office workers and the running of Naval Police could be heard throughout the building.

The Admiral was more serious now and stopped walking as did the Lieutenant. Rencio thought silently for a few moments and then said, "It's obviously an attack. Tell the Naval Police to lock down everything; I want whoever did this." His voice was emotionless and he continued to walk down the hall leaving the Lieutenant to do what he had to do.

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