Joint Military Conflict: Operation Bulldozer (MT,IC,Closed)

[Rynagria]

OOC

Rynargia World News (RWN) broadcast
This is Marcus Taper from RWN, currently live in Vaznigrad, North Kilovosk, where civilians are being evacuated under the imminent threat of the approaching South Kilovosk Military, after declaring war on their northern counterpart two weeks ago. Local news reports that the cause was a recent border dispute between the two governments, which was over the lost territory of the First Kilovosk Civil War, currently held by the North. After the North's several failed attempts to equally split the land, the newly "elected" dictator, Peter Radovitch, began to mobilize his military to the border. Then launching a full-scale assault at dawn on the nearest military outpost three days later.

Although economically strong, the Kilovosk National Defence Force is somewhat underfunded, all their attempts to repel the invasion of the Kilovosk Libertation Army failing. By this point the KLA has pushed 70-miles into North Kilovosk and still have plenty of momentum, and the total casualties so far are below 2,000 for the military and 3,500 for civilians. President Viktor Kozak has asked for aid regarding the situation, but so far has received none. If this threat continues, President Price has vowed to send in reinforcements.......

[The Akasha Colony]

EXECUTIVE OFFICE BUILDING
Palace of the Republic
Carthage, Republic of Carthage

"Kilovosk?" inquired Sipho Ibrahima. The office the senior suffet occupied in the republic's capital was a world away from the growing chaos in Kilovosk. School groups in matching shirts and uniforms along with tourists from throughout the country toured the palace and gardens, once a monument to the decadence of the imperial dynasty, and now a symbol of the revolutionary days. A century and a half ago, the masses had risen to overthrow their corrupt and ineffective rulers, establishing the modern federal republic that stood today. The glass, steel, and wood accents of the executive office building sat in a small walled compound on the edge of the palace grounds, an oasis of modernity in a sea of brick, stone, and mortar. Tradition had demanded the suffetes reside in the palace, but that had long since been quietly sidestepped by the construction of the executive compound, providing modern offices and accommodations with the convenience of being able to use the state dining and banquet rooms in the palace proper.

"Yes, it appears the situation with their border province has finally spiraled into war. The south has invaded the north, and has been making more progress every day. They may make it to Fislev, the capital, relatively soon unless something stops them." Zheyna Linda, chairwoman of the council on foreign relations, was delivering most of the briefing. Several slides had been projected onto the room's flatscreen television, while the other attendees occupied the room's seats. A sweeping bay window behind the suffet's desk faced the blue waters of the Mediterranean Sea, but the blinds had been partially drawn to minimize the glare.

"And I presume that 'something' is unlikely to be North Kilovosk's military?"

Colonel Calisto Rosales took his turn to respond. The colonel had been attached to the Department of Foreign Relations to serve as a military advisor and analyst, and had been in charge of assessing the situation in Kilovosk. "At this rate, we suspect not. They're outnumbered and outgunned. From what we can tell, their training standards are higher, but the advantages of initiative, numbers, and equipment seem to be overwhelming them. I can't say their leadership has been all that great so far, either."

Ibrahima sighed as he threw his shoulders back in his seat, which obligingly leaned backward to accommodate him. Another conflict, in an election year no less, he thought. Unlike Kilovosk, Carthage was lucky enough to have relatively safe borders. Despite the hostile Venetian Commonwealth and European Federation on its doorstep, the republic and its Ctesiphon Pact allies held a comfortable margin of superiority, enough to keep them at bay. But a key pillar of the republic's defense was to outmaneuver its enemies on the diplomatic stage as well, and that meant cultivating potential allies, so long as the return was worth the investment. The suffet was in no mood to trade Carthaginian lives or money for a shaky ally at best.

That South Kilovosk was a communist state helped; although born from the fires of revolution, Carthage had long resisted communist impulses both within and without. A communist government was hardly enough alone to earn Carthaginian enmity, but it became much easier to drum up popular support if the enemy could be depicted as a collectivist state, of the same sort as the Mongols or the Taiping.

After a moment, he sat back up again. "So, I presume you have a recommendation of some sort?"

"Without intervention, it seems to be a foregone conclusion that North Kilovosk will be lost. It is possible that other nations may intervene, but so far, we've not heard any official declarations of intent." It was a diplomatic answer in classic fashion. A statement of fact with no obvious conclusion, but which begged an obvious question.

"Which means at some point, that may fall to us?" He already knew the answer, but was eager to move the briefing along.

"So far, yes."

It had not been lost on Ibrahima how his advisors had prefaced nearly all their statements with "at this rate," "so far," and "without intervention." If things changed, they'd be able to more easily retract the testimony they had previously given based on those qualifications. They were covering their political bases.

"And what sort of aid would you expect to be given?"

"North Kilovost alone does not seem to require economic aid. Their economy is quite well developed. But their military is clearly insufficient to hold back the South Kilovost assault, even with time to regroup."

"And how much support do you believe they need to stem the tide?"

"We may be able to do it with a few divisions at most. Fewer, if others intervene as well, although obviously more if the south receives support of its own. While North Kilovost's equipment is old, the south's is not much more modern, although they have the advantage in numbers and momentum. However, the landlocked geography makes it somewhat more difficult to provide material assistance," answered Colonel Rosales.

Ibrahima sat back in his chair again to think. He could walk away from the situation now with no commitment. There were no boots on the ground, and he had expended no political capital on the matter. But he was unwilling to see the north fall without lifting so much as a finger on his part.

"Well, I suppose we should establish contact with the North Kilovost government then if we are to offer aid, whatever form it may take. Chairwoman, I would like a report on relations with both countries within the next two days, and colonel, options for a possible military response. That's all, thank you."

He nodded his head as the two rose to depart, along with the aides that had accompanied them, leaving him to his thoughts. But he paused only for a few moments before returning to the stacks of paper on his desk. More bills to read, acts to sign, and treaties to peruse in the time between his many meetings.

[The Archangel Conglomerate]

Viznogorad
Erzengel Kilovosk Offices
20.00 Local Time

Herr Meier stood silently, drinking in the light of Viznogorad and attempting to quell his sense of foreboding. Try as he might though, he constantly found his gaze puled from the comforting normalcy of the teeming city streets to the southern horizion, where the armies of Southern Kilovosk were advancing rapidly into the heart of it's northern counterpart.

Meier eventually gave up on his attempts, turned his back on the windows and took stock of his surroundings. The 93 square meter penthouse was nothing if not a monument to corporate excess. Sitting atop the Erzengel building and equipped with floor to ceiling windows, it offered a commanding view of the surrounding cityscape. The office itself was sparsely furnished with tastefully minimalist pieces, centered on a large glass and steel desk. The floor was black stone, polished to a mirror finish, and gently illuminated by overhead LEDs in such a way that it resembled a field of stars. A design choice Meier had always found humorously narcissistic.

Across the room the northern window bank was obscured by news feeds from across North Kilovosk. Dozens of semi-transparent reporters stared at Meier, their faces ranging from sheer terror to barely contained rage as they silently moved their mouths, no doubt speaking of the developing situation. Meier checked his watch. 20.05. It had been almost an hour since he'd last checked for an update from the talking heads that leered at him from across the room. He considered un-muting the screens, in part to hear what they had to say, and in part to break the crushing silence, but thought better of it when his ears caught a barely audible curse from the desk at the center of the room.

"Schweineficker!" Hans Keller muttered as he placed the phone's receiver back into it's cradle. He had hoped his position as CEO of the Kilovosk Erzengel division would have given his demands more weight, possibly even enough to force his way, but it as not to be. He stood there for several moments, lost in thought while staring at his balled fists on the desktop. A motion in the corner of his eye brought him back to the present. He looked up to see Meier sliding gracefully between the now wretched pieces of furniture.

"News from the Fatherland?" Meier asked, allowing a detestable glimmer of hope into his voice as he slid up to the desk.

"Indeed!" Keller all but shouted, his voice thick with venomous sarcasm. "Our saviors in Central Security have deemed us worthy of an entire company! Surly, with this mighty force we shall be more than capable of holding back the Red hordes just as our forefathers in Berlin."

Meier pulled a chair from the front of the desk and collapsed into it, his mouth opening and closing several times in shock. Keller took a deep breath and composed himself before continuing.

"This company is being sent to facilitate the removal or destruction of any and all Erzengel material. It seems the situation in the south is worse than we have been led to believe. The military of North Kilovosk is losing ground at an alarming rate. So much so that, without substantial international assistance, the Reds will be marching on the capital in only a few short months." Keller took a deep breath and sighed before continuing. "Unfortunately, such support has yet to materialize, and CentSec is either unable or unwilling to fight this war by themselves. As such, it has been decided that we will be leaving Kilovosk. We have three months."

Meier, visibly shaken, slouched forward in his seat before reaching forward to take a whiskey decanter from the set at the corner of Keller's desk. "Nothing for it then?" he asked, before pouring himself a hefty drink downing it in a single go.

"None." Keller replied, taking the decanter from Meier and pouring a drink for himself. "The cavalry," he almost spat the last word, "will be arriving sometime late tomorrow."

[Organized States]

The Tan House, Fairford

"Good Morning gentlemen." Said President Ellsworth as he walked into the situation room.

"Sir, it appears the situation in North Kilovosk has progressed quicker than we thought. Their capital is currently endangered." Said the Director of the NIA, Thomas Laruns.

"What happened?" Said the President as he pushed back his greying brown hair. His hair had grown grey from the stress, even though he wasn't even out of his forties.

"It appears that their military has been unable to stop the flow of SKPA forces into the country." Said Laruns.

"What options to we have?" Said Ellsworth to the Secretary of Defense, Martin McHower.

"The OSS Fitzgerald and her battle group is in the region. We can't land forces directly, but the threat of carrier air strikes might calm things down for right now." Said McHower.

"Move Fitzgerald closer, as soon as we decide, have the Endeavor and the Liberty headed there." Said the President.

"Yes, sir."

[Rynagria]

Camp Winston, Rynagria
Marine Base
2200 Hours

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Having anticipated an escalation between the two nations, President Price already had a battalion of marines ready to be dropped in to support KNDF soldiers, the 27th Frontier Reconnaissance Battalion. He did so, as he knew he wouldn't be able to personally respond to the conflict, having called a state-visit from New Carloso's head of state. In the base, Lieutenant Colonel Thomas Massi stood in front of the whole battalion, 1,300 men and women, his job to brief them on the situation.

"Alright Frontier Recon, we've already received news of KLA advancing into the North, and their own military can't anything about it. And as you already know, we've been placed on alert already, waiting for this to happen." Said LtCol. Massi, as two Lance Corporals manned a computer and a projector, which projected the map of Kilovosk, showing the areas of the split country. After the map has focused, the Lt. Colonel took out a laser pointer and circled Vaznigrad.

"Vaznigrad, as far we know, their the next city planning to be hit by KLA forces. Civilians have already been evacuated and the North's military already has began creating a defensive line. But footage from our drones shows that their kind of defense have the tendency to break apart when under heavy fire, which is often. So we are to deploy here, and do our best to at least to repel the current forces heading for the city." He continued, placing away his pointer into his pocket, and then proceeding to look around the room.

"Sir, if I may. What about our official backing on the matter?" Asked a Lieutenant.

"The President is currently busy with other matters, that means the battalion is to act like we were never there...... Continuing on, in 0000 Hours, all of us will be getting on fifteen C-130J-30 Super Hercules'. The flight's going to take about ten hours, and by the time we'll land, we estimate that the KLA will only be three hours from Vaznigrad, so stay on your toes people. Anymore questions?" Answered the Lt. Colonel, the marines expressions not changing much, as after all, they were one of the best of Rynagria.

"KLA will probably try to overrun the whole city defense with armor, will we get tank support of our own?" Asked Alpha Company commander, Captain Miko Nakamura, her brown eyes looking over the papers she held in her hand.

"Good question. The answer is no, as it'll take several days to deliver the sufficient amounts to have a good chance. Although we can send in the next best thing, accompanying the battalion will be 30 M1128 Mobile Gun Systems. Their 105mms should be able to penetrate the majority of the tanks their fielding. Also, we will be dropping in Javelins. Anything else?" He questioned, but there was no answer that came, just silence from the marines. They were ready.

"Alright, if that's it, everybody start preparing to move out. Dismissed." Ordered the Lieutenant Colonel Massi, as his words began to cause the diffusion of the marines, as they went to their respective stations to prepare.

[Waldriech]

Waldriech
Department of Security,
7:11 Local Time



Chancellor Aleksandar Walked into the Department of Security. He was greeted by Minister of Security, Henrik Klopp. The Chancellor said..."We have Congress Approval" And put the Passed Bill on the table between them. The Minister looked at the papers. He said, "So, What does this mean". The Chancellor said "War on South Kilovosk". At the meeting they talked about the plan. They would Send 250 Special Ops soldiers, and 4,00 Common soldiers armed with the Best arms Waldriech could get her hands on. For Example, 300 Steyr AUGs, 5,000 Glock Pistols, 4,500 AK-47s, 5 Abrams Tanks, 2 large transport Ships, With Helicopter pads, it will serve as the Waldriech HQ, and 15 transport Helicopters, Then on that day, The plan was set. Waldrich Soldiers where on the way to defend North Kilovosk.

[Waldriech]

The Waldriech Fleet, to move up the costal waters near Kilovosk. The transport ships will make a great HQ for Waldriech. They will have Helicopters to transport soldiers over neutral territory.

[Absurrania]

Situation Room, Executive Office
Absur City, Absurrania

President Kabrin sat at the head of the table, lips locked in a grim line. In the seats around the large conference table sat his Secretary of Defense Haro Walker, Secretary of Foreign Affairs Benjamin Monroe, General Hassan Nikov, and multiple other intelligence and military officers, one of whom was speaking at the moment. They were all looking at a screen projecting the situation in Kilovosk.

"The situation is grim. Our projections show that the South Kilovosk military, the KLA, has already made very large gains against their northern counterparts, and without foreign assistance, there is little chance the North will be able to win this conflict."

The Greater Islamic Republic of Absurrania had no business nosing into foreign wars. Not with the last Presidential elections having just ended on a note of "domestic prosperity." But politics were politics, and the government understood the dire situation. A mad, militaristic government such as South Kilovosk with the economic prowess of North Kilovosk could only create problems down the road. Big problems.

"Foreign aid is already en route, but it may not be enough. Our intel strongly suggests that any scenario in which the South wins this war will result in later wars in that region, involving the then-unified Kilovosk. Wars that Absurrania may be forced to enter, at a cost ten times greater than now."

Kabrin held his hand up, and then spoke.

"That is enough information for me. I understand Rynagria is being involved in this conflict. I want them immediately briefed of our plans to enter the conflict on the side of North Kilovosk. Cooperation is the key here, and we want to work with them instead decisively, instead of remaining at odds, like in Watzikistan. General Nikov, how long for military deployment?"

"We have naval presecen nearby, so we can move them closer immediately. Mobilization of troops may take some time, but we've several thousand men already at alert. However, by tomorrow evening, we should have troops en route to Kilovosk."

"Good. I want two Marine Corps, and four Army Corps devoted to this fight. Once they are ready, we can convene again and speak deployment and strategies. Until then, I'll leave that to you. Seceraty Monroe, prep up a letter to the North Kilovosk government, as well as to the Rynagrian government. But make sure the press is not aware to any of this. Not until I announce it before Congress tomorrow."

"Yes sir."

[Rynagria]

Palace of Kilovosk
Kretingrad, South Kilovosk
President Dmitri Tukinov's Office

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"Vskore ....... my svyazhemsya chto nash. (Soon....... we will have what's ours.)" Muttered President Tukinov, as he stood in the balcony of his palace, which overlooked the entire city. On his face was delighted smile, the thought of those soldiers from the North running away in his mind. Suddenly, a 50+ year old man, wearing a uniform went inside the room quietly.

"Komissar Letlev vy , nakonets, prishel. (Commissar Letlev, you finally came.)" Welcomed the President, turning around and walking towards his desk, the man before him standing giving him a crisp salute. He then took a seat and waited for his subordinates report.

"U menya yest' posledniye svodki s fronta, General.Vrag vse yeshche otstupayet v storonu svoyego kapitala , i kazhetsya, chto nikakaya pomoshch' ne priyekhala , chtoby podderzhat' ikh . V tselom, nashi voyska ponesli ochen' malo poter' , po otsenkam, dve tysyachi chelovek, ranenykh, sto sorok ubitykh i trekh rezervuarov povrezhdennykh . Yesli my budem prodolzhat' v tak)om tempe , my dostignem Fislev za pyat' mesyatsev. (I have the latest reports from the front, General. The enemy is still retreating towards their capital, and it seems that no help has arrived to support them. Overall, our forces have suffered very few losses, with an estimated two thousand men wounded, one hundred forty killed, and three tanks damaged. If we continue at this rate, we will reach Fislev in five months.)" Reported Letlev, his gray hair visible from underneath the cap he wore, in his holster an old Tokarev. He then gave the papers to the president, who took them gently, nodding in approval of the reports content.

"A kak naschet operatsii po zakhvatu Vaznigrad i Toksiev? (What about the operation to capture Vaznigrad and Toksiev?)" Inquired Tukinov, looking up from the report and at the commissar.

"Oni budut razdavleny s chrezvychaynym predubezhdeniyem. (They will be crushed with extreme prejudice.)" Tersely said the commissar.

"Otlichno. (Excellent.)"

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In the air
Unspecified location

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It has been roughly seven hours since the 27th Frontier Reconnaissance Battalion left Camp Winston and boarded the C-130J-30 Super Hercules's, most of them awake by now, as most slept for six hours of the flight. Although they part of the military, some of their gear where not standard, as being in Frontier Reconnaissance allows certain rules be broken. Not everyone had the same firearm, some carrying modified M14s, modernized Browning Automatic Rifles, M4A1 carbines, SCAR-Ls, TAR-21s, and other weapons. In one the planes was one of the new members of the battalion, Designated Markswoman, Lance Corporal Sharinda Hovinga, beside was Staff Sergeant Jonathan Rooker.

"Staff Sergeant, what do you think of all this?" She asked, clearly nervous, as this would be the first time she would be put into combat.

"This?......... If you're talking about the mess we're going to get ourselves into, then I think it's just what we do, the first ones in. We're the ones that make sure what kind of fight the rest of troops are in for." Answered Rooker, rubbing the back of his helmet, before glancing at his M4A1 Grenadier.

"What about combat? Aren't you afraid of getting killed? What about the people that we kill?" She asked, looking at her Scoped Accurized FN FNC rifle, before returning her gaze to the older soldier.

"Don't sweat it kid, you'll do fine."

[Waldriech]

The Transport Ship Dinsmark
Ocean somewhere near Kilovosk



Chancellor Aleksandar just got off the Heli, He was greeted by General Hans Bauer, Supreme Commander of all forces in Kilovosk. "Guten Morgan, Hans" Said Aleksandar. General Hans saluted. "Our Fleet is in range of Kilovosk" Said the General, "We are ready to fight sir, Give us the order and we will deploy". The Chancellor thought of the news report he saw. The civilians getting evacuated in mass numbers, All because of some power hungry nation. It was up to him and the other leaders of nations who wanted to protect the North Kilovosk. He told The General, "Prepare the Soldiers to fight at any time given. I need to talk to Staff Sergeant Leni Werner. Staff Sergeant Werner is the head of the Chancellors Guard. "I need Staff Sergeant Werner, ASAP" Said the Chancellor. "Over here," Said a Girl in a Urban Camo Uniform and a Military issue Beret. She then said, "Nice to meet you Chancellor". Then Aleksandar said, "You too, But I need to talk.......I want to See Combat. I want this guards unit to help fight instead of sitting on this ship and watching over me." Leni did not know what to say.

[The Akasha Colony]

EXECUTIVE OFFICE BUILDING
Palace of the Republic
Carthage, Republic of Carthage

"Monetary aid looks like it's out. They won't have time on their own to use whatever they buy, not if they're collapsing like they are now," Chinyere Afolayan, the junior suffet, continued.

"Alone, indeed. But even advisors probably won't be able to shore the northern army up enough to stop the southern advance. Not before Fislev falls. And not if the south continues to enjoy such an advantage in the air," concurred Ibrahima.

The setting had changed to the conference room that separated the offices of the junior and senior suffetes. Each had a corner office in the executive office building, with their respective staffs taking up the rest of the space. A large conference room separated the two offices, commonly used for meetings of the high council or whatever group of advisors had come to counsel their leaders. Warm hardwood paneling covered the walls to add a more pleasant touch to the room, and soft lighting had been carefully chosen to reduce eye strain during the long meetings that were often held, commonly stretching hours on end. Large televisions were mounted on the opposing walls, with another screen attached to the wall opposite the floor to ceiling windows, which had their curtains drawn yet again in light of the ongoing briefing. The space resembled that of a fast-paced corporate board or collegiate private seminar room rather than the gathering place of the most powerful politicians in a country steeped in tradition.

The two suffetes looked at Colonel Rosales, looking for his input on the matter. "I agree. At the current rate of advance, it looks like the capital will fall within months, barely enough time to deliver a noticeable amount of equipment to Kilovosk, nevermind train them in how to use it."

"Air strikes?" inquired Afolayan. Unlike her elder counterpart, the junior suffet was only in her late forties, young even for a junior suffet. Although ostensibly a dual-executiveship modeled on the suffetes of ancient Carthage, the structure had quickly stratified into a senior and junior position, the former possessing far more authority than the latter.

The colonel shook his head politely. "Too far, and almost certainly not enough to completely stop the advance of the southern forces. Without bases in the region, it'd take far too long to coordinate and manage them..."

"...And if we had bases in the region, we may as well send troops as well," finished Ibrahima. He could see where the colonel's conclusion was headed: any attempt to support the north would require boots on the ground, if only to maintain the air bases. But if the republic had to dispatch troops anyway, then sending combat troops would be the next logical step, in order to provide direct support and relieve pressure on the northern forces. Which in turn would provide more breathing room to retrain and reequip the domestic forces to carry more of the burden themselves.

Ibrahima nodded. "Very well. Our support options?"

"We can get the lead elements of a brigade on the ground within 72 hours, enough to secure an aerial bridgehead to bring in more troops and supplies. We already have a company-size unit of advisors ready for dispatch, but alone they won't be able to do much against the southern assault. If we can secure a bridgehead, then we can bring in a full infantry or cavalry division within a week, or an armored division within a month. Given the equipment of the encroaching southern troops, I don't think an armored division is strictly necessary, and depending on the availability of local fuel sources, may be difficult to support in the field if we are reliant on aerial transportation alone."

"Is there any possibility of overland transport via agreement with a neighbor?" Afolayan asked Chairwoman Linda.

"We're looking into the situation as it stands. We have to determine what the most direct route is in any event, although the geographically direct route may not be the most politically direct."

The two suffetes briefly glanced at each other. Working together for the past few years had given them sufficient understanding of the other's facial expression to tell if either had any objections to a proposed course of action. Ibrahima could override Afolayan and issue orders anyway, but having a disgruntled vice-executive was hardly a constructive state of affairs, and he labored to include her in as many decisions as possible. Especially since it was widely expected she would succeed him as senior suffet once he hit his term limit.

"Then we are agreed. Get the advisors on their way, and let the northern government know we can offer them a $5 billion aid package for the purchase of weapons and humanitarian aid, contingent on those purchases being approved by the foreign relations department. We'll get the brigade on its way as soon as we can, to secure options for the future if nothing more."

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FRIA-SHERAZI AIR BASE
Guinea, Republic of Carthage

Despite the war raging in Kilovosk, the flight line at Fria-Sherazi Air Base showed no unusual activity. Orders for the full deployment had yet to reach the base, so only a handful of planes had been pulled out of their hangars, preparing for training flights with a few fuel and ammunition carts scurrying around carrying their cargo to waiting aircraft. The scorching midday sun made flight duty rather unpleasant for the base's maintenance staff, who quietly grumbled about being to forced outside of their normal shaded hangars. Aircraft occasionally took off and landed from the base's active runway, pulling in and out of the hangars.

At one end of the line though were two aircraft being readied for a different purpose. One was a RTS-225 Cronus airlifter, its aft hatch open as a string of troops boarded. The other was a RFS-224A tanker variant of the RTS-224 airlifter, a common sight at most Carthaginian air bases. Both were large, four-engined aircraft painted a nondescript dark grey save for unit markings and identification, although the former was a several meters larger than the later in both wingspan and fuselage length. Each had enough range to cover over 10,000 km unrefueled, but a mid-air refueling would be needed for the long trip to Kilovosk despite the relatively light payload.

Several hundred men and women boarded the larger aircraft, dressed in fatigues and carrying plain duffels with their basic equipment. They were the advisors, tasked with helping shore up the faltering northern military in the face of its southern foes. Even the largest of the deployments considered by the government would still leave North Kilovosk troops doing the bulk of the fighting, and it was imperative that they be able to at least resist the southern onslaught, otherwise the foreign forces stood a chance of being encircled. The advisors had the secondary objective of finding and securing a suitable airport or airbase from which to bring in additional troops. They streamed upstairs to the upper deck, where spartan yet functional seating had been installed while the loadmasters parked and secured several liaison Wallabies on the lower deck. With the uncertain transportation situation within Kilovosk, it seemed prudent to bring along at least some independent transport capability, even if the compact trucks were nowhere near enough to carry all of the troops.

Nearly a half hour after the loading process had been concluded, after yet another series of checks, the roar of engines began to fill the air, and the ground crew pulled the ground power connectors as the engines took over. A brief taxi carried the two aircraft toward the runway, where both took off smoothly in succession, bound for Kilovosk.

[Absurrania]

11:00 A.M Local Time
Aftinah Base
Kalan Plains, Absurrania

Aftinah Base was buzzing, and in fact, had been buzzing for a good day and night. It would have been more, had they not been prepped and done most of the essential work several days ago. Planes were moved, cargo loaded, equipment checked, soldiers drilled. Suddenly , seemingly out of the blue, a jeep arrived out of nowhere, driving straight to the center of the base. Of course, there was nothing surprising about it's arrival. It's occupants had made appointments, given proper notification, and had been checked in, and planned was already planned. The jeep stopped at the center, where a group of officers were grouped, lounging around in a relaxed demeanor as they awaited their debrief. They didn't know why they and their men had been ordered to get ready, nor where they told. But with the recent "scheduled" extensive review of the situation in Kilovosk, many had several guesses, some closer to the truth and than others. Finally a man in a stiff, pressed military uniform carrying several medals pinned to it's front, got out of the car. His boots hit the ground with a solid thud, and he stood up, back rail straight, arms folded behind his back. He had a .45 pistol at his hip, a beret on his head, and a bushy beard adorned his face. He marched forward, carrying with him a heavy aura of authority.

The officers looked lazily at the figure, their minds taking a moment to realize who it was that they were staring at. And then it hit, and they all got to their feet, scrambling to stand in a straight line and salute their superior. Finally, a captain sputtered out a shout.

"General Bukhail sir!", he barked with a sharp salute. The men behind him finally got into a presentable order, and saluted as well, all standing to attention, and thoroughly embarrassed. General Bukhail gave them a steely once over behind his black sunglasses, sending a shudder up every officers spine, and chilling them to their very core.

"Officers. I understand ye of the 25th National Army Division are ready, and your men are prepped to be sent out of the country within an hour of a minute's notice."

"Yes, sir." replied the chorus. It was true, as that was the reason they had been working so quickly to be ready. They had explicit orders to be on military standby dating three weeks ago, and last night they had gotten word that the needed to get ready to leave. Now they were ready.

"Good. I understand you are briefed on the situation in Kilovosk. North and South Kilovosk have been separated by ethnic differences, as well as other problems. Now, the military-strong communist South Kilovosk is attacking the money-rich North Kilovosk, which has some serious military problems. They have better training, but older equipment and are vastly outnumbered. They've also lost air superiority, and are losing large swathes of their own land. The rest should be common knowledge to you."

Bukhair took a moment to watch the faces of the officers as the information sank in. No suprises. Good.

"In one hour, you will begin loading up on your transport planes. Tonight, you will land in North Kilovosk, south of the city of Fislev. From there you will encamp yourselves, hold your ground, and await further orders for the counter-offensive. The 8th National Army Paratrooper Battalion is going to land and clear the way for you, scattering any possible Southern military presence. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir!" came the chorus.

"Good." With that, General Bukhair saluted his men, received several salutes in return, and then re-entered his jeeps. A click of a tongue later and he was driving out. His next stop was the Defense building, where he was to meet with General Nikov. Meanwhile...nearly a hundred miles away in the capitol, an olive branch was being extended to an old frenemy.

From: Secretary of Foreign Affairs Benjamin Monroe
To: President Price

I am told you are a man who appreciates bluntness. So let me be blunt: The last administration worked at odds with you and your government. The current administration, wants to work with you. The situation in Kilovosk can be better solved if Absurrania and Rynagria work together. We wish to share military intelligence and plans, so that we can work as a united front against Southern aggression and those who support it.

[Waldriech]

The Transport Ship Dinsmark


Chancellor Aleksandar looked at his new Waldriech Defense Forces Uniform. He was beside General Hans Bauer, and Lieutenant General Franz Schmidt. "Mister Chancellor. What is the plan tonight?" Said the LT. General. Aleksandar then said, "Tonight, We land in Kilovosk." As the Soldiers loaded the Helis, Each with a tank inside and a couple men. As the first wave went out to land in Vanzigrad (Where the Waldriech Camp will be), Sergeant Werner then came up to the Chancellor and said "Are you ready to go? Tomorrow is our chance," Aleksandar Said yes.

[The Socialist Republic of Holdaria]

City of Vaznigrad
Holdarian Embassy
10:00 Local Time

"Move, move!" Shouted Sergeant-Major Lostiv as he gestured to the other men and women in the room."Get out, move!"
"What is going on?" Asked Henry Blighton, the Holdarian Ambassador, holding a Nickel Grip Colt 1911 in his pale hands.

"That wont be any use, sir." Lostiv said, breathing heavily he gestured to to Colt and then to his own weapon,"Neither will this, sir."
"Why, whats happening Lostiv?" Henry looked out of the faded window pane with a pair of bird-watching binoculars, despite not having
a great range they could still show him the Southern Troops readying for an attack.He looked to Lostiv who said dramatically,"There's your answer,sir..."

[Absurrania]

Somewhere South of Fislev, North Kilovosk
Late Night

Several large C-130 cargo planes flew noisily over the are, escorted by a squadron of Absurranian A-11 fighter jets to deal with any Southern Kilovosk airplanes. The South's front was near here, but their Air Force had not been limited to their ground front. Even now, reports were coming through that the south was launching airstrikes and bombing raids on Northern forces.

But that wasn't the problem of Captain Mukat and his men. No, their problem was safely chuting out the back of this moving plane, and land on their designated zone, without getting lost or split up. Then, they had to rendezvous together, each company in their own group, and do a complete sweep of a 10 km diameter circle and eliminate any North Kilovoskian soldiers who've had the unfortunate luck of being in the area. After that was done, they had to await the arrival of the 25th Army Division. Their job was to secure an HQ for them, since they would come in by land after landing in one of the Kilovoskian airports, much farther north.

"Equipment?"

"Check!"

"Parachute?"

"Check!"

"Alright! Move! Move! Move!"

The back of the cargo plane was open, and the men rushed out, freefalling in the dark sky. If one of them looked to their right or left, they might be able to make out the fuzzy outlines of other soldiers in their battalion joining them in the sky, coming from their own respective planes. But there was no time for dreamy nonsense or patriotic feelings. It was time for war. The chutes opened, bringing the men to a slower descent, until finally, their boots hit the ground, their chutes un shouldered, and their rifles unslung.

[Waldriech]

The trip to Kilovosk



It was the early morning, Later last night the Helicopters came back to the Dinsmark, And he rest of the soldiers on the Narwhal just left for Kilovosk an hour ago. As the Chancellor Staff Sergeant Werner and the 2 Generals got in side the Heli The other men stood up to salute. "So most of these guys are recruits" said the Chancellor. LT. General Schmidt Nodded. as the last line of soldiers got in the Crew members on the ship closed the door. Then the Heli was off. It took a few hours to get over the ocean. And then 2 more to get over the countries that land lock Kilovosk. But then they saw the Urban areas of Demivosk. as they flew over the almost deserted cities but one stood out Viznogorod the streets where filled with Marching Waldriech Soldiers. When they landed in the Waldriech camp they only saw soldiers training for a Foreign War. Morale was high and Leadership was strong. "It looks like we will give those South Voskian Soldiers a strong beating" Said Staff Sergeant Werner.

Suddenly a Armored SUV drove up. In it was an unfamiliar face driving. As he drove up with 4 of his men they got out and saluted. The driver looked like a higher rank then said "Hello im Colonel Wagner, The new leader of the Special Ops. Welcome to Kilovosk. Will you please Follow me to Base HQ. The 4 others got out and went inside the whole mess of training men.

As the Chancellor, Generals, And Sergeant got in the jeep the drove up to a normal apartment building that waved a Waldriech flag. Inside the lobby there where soldiers guarding the entrance and waved a Salute as everyone walked in it was normal in there. But as they went upstairs it was a mess Soldiers running to deliver messages. Rooms where cleaned out make Offices and Briefing Rooms. And some where not touched at all to make Barracks. as they got to the top of the building there was a meeting room with the leaders of Waldriech Units as the rest of them came in the door was shut and the guards had to leave. The leaders talked about the plan. "I have an idea" said a large Sergeant in the back of the room how about the Companies of the 4th Rifles team up with the Chancellors Guard and attempt to break through the South Voskian line. As the Special Ops stay here for now and train for something bigger, and also evacuate the Waldriech and other alliance member embassies." As head of all Waldriech forces in Kilovosk It was General Bauer's idea to allow this plan or not. So he said "It sounds like a good idea but tonight I will talk about it with my fellow High Ranking Soldiers. If this plan is accepted by us we should have a fighting force ready tomorrow morning. But I want all available Special Ops to secure the streets and evacuate embassies, Effective Immediately."

[Organized States]

OSS Fitzgerald CVN-91, off the cost of the Kilovoskian region.

"What's the new set of targets?" said Admiral Greenhart as he walked onto the bridge of the massive Gerald R. Ford Class carrier.

"MQ-9s have identified a major SKPAF airbase, north of the Kaminks River, sir." said the XO.

"What targets is the Air Force hitting?"

"Sir, the B-2s are going to bomb a major SKPA supply depot also on the River. Holding about a few thousands pounds of fuel, tons of arms and ammunition, and 86 Armored Vehicles, mainly Tanks, BTRs, and a few SA-2s."

"What's your lineup for the strike tonight?"

"Twelve F-35Cs, Four EA-18Gs, and a KC-2."

"Launch them at your discretion."

"Yes, sir"

[Padnak]

New Presidential Palace
Morhovza, Republic of Padnak Home Islands

The last ten years had taken their toll on Gen. Dieu Duc Viet, president of Padnak, his mustache had grayed and his deeply tanned face had developed a collect of crease lines from his constant sour expression. However, now things in the republic Dieu ruled over had started looking a great deal better and so had his appearance. The scowl that had occupied his face for the last decade had been replaced with with a joyful smile that revealed his many gold teeth, which under the right conditions would glint in the harsh Padnaki mid day sun earning him the nickname amount his supporters, "fire mouth".

Today Dieu sat behind his mighty oak desk with a bigger smile then many of the officers he was meeting with had seen in their lives. News had come that South Kilovosk, a nation in many ways similar to Padnak in the 80's, had launched an offensive into its neighboring nation of North Kilovosk, and the second word of this aggression had reached the ears of the Padnaki government the military wanted to be part of it. After a an hour or so of hurried scheduling a meeting was arranged between the Padnaki high command and Padnak's president for life, where upon arriving at the huge presidential palace on the outskirts of the capital the group of Padnak's ten highest ranked military leaders found the president hunched over his desk intently studying a mountain of reports and a vast topographical map of Kilovosk. In the Republic of Padnak military and government are often the same thing, and combining this with the nations very strong honor hounding warrior culture and a "if you don't do what I say you disappear" political system, made sending forces to assist a nation in an attack its neighbors seem perfectly reasonable.

Dieu had already worked out a strategy for how Padnak could assist South Kilovosk before the officers had arrived and after a few hours of modification and planning all parties, both presidential and military, were ready to throw their forces into the fray. The first thing to do was to have the foreign affairs office contact the South Kilovoskian government explaining that the Republic of Padnak was going to assist them.

To: Government of South Kilovosk
From: Gen. Dieu Duc Viet, president of Padnak

---

Greetings comrades! We have learned of your nations most honorable offensive and we wish to assist you in its goals. The Republic of Padnak wishes to deploy a squadron of ground attack aircraft flown by some of out best pilots in your nation and at the disposal of your forces, along with a large supply of small arms ammunition manufactured in our most glorious republic. We do not require anything in return for our assistance, the honor of battle is all that we require, but we would be interested in establishing trade relations between our nations.

Many warm regards -Gen. Dieu Duc Viet, president of Padnak

[Greater Velikiya]

North Kilovoskian Leadership,

As a fellow state who has tried to escape tyrannical communism, and actually succeeded, we feel it is necessary to help you out in your struggle against the southern leninists. The Velik Army will be deploying the 14th and 15th Infantry Divisions, along with the 2nd Special Forces Division and 3rd Armored, to Demivosk via air as soon as possible. We are working out logistics as we speak, and plan to send more troops if possible and monetary assistance.

We also are sending a shipment of 15,000 AK-74 Rifles and RPK-74 Machine Guns to be used by Northern Forces to push the Southern Marxists back! Do not be afraid to ask us for more assistance at anytime. The Federation pledges to stand by North Kilovoskia until the South is defeated.

Sincerely,
General Mikhail Iliyov
Velik Armed Forces

[Greater Velikiya]

Antonsk, Velikiya

The plans for Operation: Rooster had been transferred to the Velik Air Force base in Antonsk. The general plan is to launch a first wave of bombers to attack targets in Kretingrad's general area. Key targets will be factories and major roads or railways, to try to break the southern infrastructure. After that, a second wave of paratroopers, 10,000 approximately, will be deployed to large cities in Southern-occupied Liginev, specifically Vazingrad and Toksiev. With coordination with other pro-northern forces in the area, an offensive can be mounted to retake Liginev.

The total force for the bombing was being prepared. 200 Su-34 Fighter/Bombers were being readied, and it would be a day or two before the troops could be moved to Antonsk from Krasnovysk. General Iliyov himself would be overseeing the entire operation.

To North Kolvoskia and Allies
-Encrypted Message-

The Velik Air Force plans to bomb southern infrastructure and then launch a large aerial invasion of Liginev. We will inform you when this is done, so we can have your support. If you can march your troops into Liginev while our paratroopers take the cities, we can easily overwhelm the KLA and send them back south.

Sincerely,
General Mikhail Iliyov
Velik Armed Forces

[Rynagria]

Vaznigrad, North Kilovosk
1100 Hours
Already an hour had passed since the 27th Frontier Recon Battalion landed on the airbase just two miles from Vaznigrad, their rather easy flight taking a turn for the worse, when the Super Hercules's encountered SAM sites locked on them during 9:30. Fortunately, they had enough flares to make sure that none of them was shot down, but it was heart pounding. Now, the Marines had separated into their respective companies, spread across the city defense lines. Several fireteams had went even further up front, roughly 3,000 meters in front of the North Voskian line of defense.

"Lieutenant Colonel Markhov, with all due respect, you should reconsider some of the positions of your companies." Tried to say Lt. Col. Massi as politely as he can, reviewing the map of the positions, his impression that it was set up to fail.

"Why is that Comrade Massi? These positions seem really practical." Answered the Voskian Regiment Commander.

"They are, but remember that the enemy commander knows that to, they've probably read your basic formations already. You need to place them in more concealed positions, such as your Marksmen and Machine gun teams be placed in the buildings, and your mortar teams on the roof. If you do so right now, it would take at least an hour, it would also increase the chance of us being able to push the two divisions that are 28,000 men strong in total." Agreed the Rynagrian Battalion Commander, but gave a very valid point of his own, as he gave a quick glance to the his radio operators in the command tent.

"Sir, report incoming from one of fireteams sent to the front!" Suddenly said one of the radio operators. The Lt. Colonel then signaled to play it over speakers, so both commanders can hear.

"Patching them through now."

"This is Fireteam Alpha. We have a view on a couple of enemy armor, two T-34-85s, 800 meters away.... Probably a scout for their main tank force. I see several accompanying foot soldiers, at least 30 with each tank. But so far-" Began the team leader, reporting what he found, but was suddenly cut off by the sound of the tanks beginning to move forward. Following that, several reports saying the same thing were sent.

"Shit! Looks like their moving sir! Permission to take them out? Was the question all of them asked.

"Their testing out the defenses............ Permission denied, I want you go back here without being detected." Answered the Rynagrian Commander, which were followed by a flurry of "Understood" throughout the comms.

---

Defense Line
"Enemy armor, 10 o'clock!" Shouted one of the Rynagrian Marines in their position, as ten tanks appeared from the tree line, accompanied by at least by what seem to be a company of infantry. This was heard throughout the comm line, Rynagrian and North Voskian alike.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The hidden T-55 tanks finally opened fired when the tanks got 1,500 meters from the defensive line, followed by long bursts of machine gun fire. Apparently, most of the gunners panicked when they saw the enemy and missed, but one of them managing to disable the tracks of one. The response was a loud cheer from the make-shift trenches, the North Voskian Soldiers, raising their rifles above in the air. The Rynagrian Marines simply looked at them with a puzzled face.

"Their celebrating with disabling a tank....... must be due to low morale or something. But seriously, they need to take out that tank, because right now, it's probably relaying the position of those tanks right now." Concluded Lance Corporal Sharinda Hovinga, as she watched from a loophole position with a Marine armed with a Barrett M82A3. Then, she noticed a Marine armed with an AT-4 CS, who stopped at 250 meters and knelt down. By the end of this, the T-34-85 was burning with two prisoners in tow by the Marine who fired the AT-4, and the cheering has stopped.

The reality of the situation has began to sink in, they were in for a hell of a fight.

---

Office of President Viktor Kozak
The President was on his chair, looking at the nations who have pledged to give support, a somewhat relieved expression on his face. One of the more recent ones were from the Velikiya, but there was still some doubt about the outcome, as none of the military has really been sighted of committing actively. Most of them were still preparing.

"Can we really still win this? Even a highly trained military can be defeated if you throw waves of soldiers at them, just look at the Germans in World War II. They couldn't hold their own against the Soviets......" He wondered out loud, as he watched the screen of his TV, looking for any changes, but so far none. It also concerned him that Toskiev would be lost, as most of the support seem to be going towards Vaznigrad, but both cities were both equally important.

May God guide us through this hardship, and may he assists us in smiting any aggressor that come at us, may we stay like a stone. He prayed in his head, as the fear within him grew, especially what would happen if the south received some support of their own.

"Amen."

---

Response to Absurranian Message

From: Secretary of Foreign Affairs Benjamin Monroe
To: President Price

I am told you are a man who appreciates bluntness. So let me be blunt: The last administration worked at odds with you and your government. The current administration, wants to work with you. The situation in Kilovosk can be better solved if Absurrania and Rynagria work together. We wish to share military intelligence and plans, so that we can work as a united front against Southern aggression and those who support it.

From: President Price
To: Secretary of Foreign Affairs Benjamin Monroe

We are flattered that you would do so, but do understand, we need more members in this cause. Also, officially we have not entered the war, so it would be best to recruit others first. After doing so, we will gladly accept your offer.

[Waldriech]

Defensive Line

It was big news to Waldriech soldiers last night that general Bauer accepted that Sergeant's idea. So they formed companies, and marched to the Defensive line. They met up with many more coalition and North Voskian Soldiers. Suddenly the Sergeant-Major in charge of Gold Company yelled "CHARGE". And the whole Waldriech line started to run. The Chancellor and Sergeant Werner got down in a foxhole. Gunfire was heard everywhere many Waldriech soldiers Died, But they estimated many more South Voskians are dead too. They then heard "атака" (CHARGE) then North Voskian Soldiers came running up to them. As Waldriech soldiers retreated and took cover. Sergeant Werner took the NG7 from the Dead Waldriech Soldier in the foxhole and started to fire at the incoming Sothern soldiers. Click Click Click Click Click Click Click and many Southerners Fell.


"TANK" Yelled a soldier somewhere, and right then did a T-62 with what looked like a company of men come up and start to fire at the Waldriech soldiers. another soldier in the foxhole took out his radio and said "Get us a Tank ASAP." That soldier then said "Damn'it" "The chancellor walked up to him and said "Whats wrong soldier?" "The tanks are on the Right flank attacking 10 Southern Tanks they will send 2 here but the battlefield is a mess over there, it will take too much time."


15minutes later 2 Abrams tank with the Waldriech Flag painted on the side came up and fired at the same time. BOOM BOOM the shells dismantled the T-62 The soldiers then Fired at the remaining Southerners that did not die from the shells. The radio operator then said "a message from the Sergeant-Major. He says to assault the Southern line with all you got." The soldiers got out of the foxholes and ran as fast as they could go. They where almost face to face with the Southern forces. That's when the battle got big. Waldriech and Southern soldiers got thinned down too much. But Waldriech still saw a Clear Victory. As the Chancellor and Sergeant Still ran towards the Enemy line POW the Chancellor fell to the ground The Sergeant got to the ground and called a medic. She clearly saw he was still breathing and he got shot in the Shoulder. After they got him to a safe place, Waldriech soldiers finally got through the Offensive line.

[Rednael]

Fislev Naelan Embassy

Naelan Delegate, Yuri Pavlov, was watching a coverage of the current battle in Vaznigrad. He couldn't help but smile, as the Waldreich soldiers charged the positions of the attacking Kilovosk Liberation Army, causing plenty of casualties for both sides.

"This will be a shock to the South, since this is a pretty effective defense that they've set up, but I fear for those supporting the North. Really, a charge on an enemy position, what an extremely primitive tactic and a costly one at that. Too costly and too foolish." Criticized the delegate, laughing as the bodies piled up from the battlefield.

"And as always, the Rynagrians are playing cautiously yet again, if I were to guess, most their forces would be in the buildings..... Well, they're definitely faring better than those Waldreich Soldiers." Said the delegate, before turning the television off and facing towards a door, a North Voskian Representative coming in. It's probably about the donation they plan to give them.

"Let's start the transaction." Said the delegate, a wolffish grin on his face.

[Absurrania]

1200
Liginev, North Kilovosk

Village 015. That was what command had named the blasted place, probably because it was the fifteenth village some analyst somewhere had seen on the map while sitting at some desk comfortably a bajillion miles away from here, sipping coffee in his nice little cubicle. And no the 3rd Platoon, 2nd Company, of the 25th Army Division was stuck in said village, doing recon and testing out the defenses of the South. The village was barely a dozen kilometers into Liginev, so they hadn't expected much resistance, and they sure as hell hadn't got any. Aside from a very unlucky squad of South Kilovoskian soldiers who took the wrong route on the wrong day for an exploratory excursion.

"Captain! We've got enemy movement. Planes incoming!" cracked a corporal over the radio.

"Damn it! In the buildings. Get behind shrubbery, do whatever! Stay undetected from those planes!" barked the Captain back, himself and several of the soldiers with him dashing into a random, rundown barn. So far the entire village had been deserted, with several homes burnt down or ransacked. The flames still flickered in embers, warm to the touch.

The sound of jets flying above could be heard, and a frantic Corporal was already issuing sightings to command, which was no doubt going to scramble some A-11 fighter jets and hopefully tangle with the South Kilovoskian bogeys. But they had no such luck. Someone somewhere had been spotted, and now the entire platoon was compromised.

On the other side of the village, now acting under frantic command, a private came out with a Stinger missile launcher, searching the skies for a target. He found one and locked on, firing. The jet swerved and deployed flares, coming out unscathed. However, another fighter jet launched his own missile down on the private's location, missing but destroying the house to his right, sending the Private flying in the air and landing with a thud, his launcher landing a good ten feet away.

But now the jets honed in, the experienced pilots honing in on their target and launching a missile. This time, one pilot hit the building housing three of the Private's comrades, before realizing there was a missile on his tail too late, and being blown to bits by a Stinger.

"HQ, this Captain Balabar. Scouting operation with 3rd Platoon, 2nd Company has been compromised. Engaging multiple enemy aircraft! Requesting air support, immediately!"

The pilots came for another run, this time flying low and strafing several vacant buildings in the hopes of hitting one full of Absurranian soldiers. There were three of them now, and they had already radioed their own command, which was no doubt now notifying the nearest South Kilovoskian units of the troops at the village.

The previously mentioned Private got back on his feet, scrambling to his Stinger and loading in the last missile he had on himself. Then, rearing it upwards and aiming, completely exposed, he awaited one of the pilots to come low, and when he did he opened fire, the stinger making contact with the jet and blowing it up. The jet exploded into bits as it's hulking mass crashed into an empty cathedral, sending the building collapsing on itself.

The other two pilots seemed to get the message, and moved out, flying off into the distance. All was silent for a moment, and then the Captains crisp, commanding voice could be heard.

"All units, regroup and consolidate. There will no doubt be enemy ground units moving in. Take up defensive positions along the town, and await reinforcements. The rest of 2nd Company is coming, and they're bringing SHORAD, mortar, and anti-armor weapons. We're to hold this village. This is our Ground Zero for Liginev."

___________________________
Battle Orders Of Today

-1st, 2rd, and 4th Platoons making up the rest of 2nd Company to reinforce the 3rd Platoon at Village 015, by orders of Captain Balabar, commander of 2nd Company.
-Air Support Inbound for Village 015.
-4th, 5th, and 6th Companies to enter Liginev and, engage various enemy defenses, and quickly retreat to draw out enemy soldiers onto Liginev Border, by order of Major General Bukhair, commander of the 25th Division.
-6th to 12th Companies to be positioned on border of Liginev, and attack incoming South Kilovoskians.

[Organized States]

South Kilovosk

"Darkstar flight, set up for pattern bombing, maximum effect" said the flight leader. The standard response came back, and the 4 other B-2s fell in behind the flight lead.
The flight leader look down towards the instrument panel and switched on the master arm. The bombs fell away from the sleek, black aircraft as the others did the same.

"Ammo dump destroyed. Standby for BDA." said the MQ-9 sensor operator acting as the FAC.