Frelsian Civil War [IC/Confluence+Atlas]

by **Emmerian Republic** » Mon Sep 22, 2014 2:41 pm

ENS Warrington, Carrier Strike Group One, CSF ALFA

Emmerian ships moves through a storm

Emmerian Carrier Strike Group One of CSF ALFA is currently heading towards Frelsia for intervention. nO boots on ground, but air support and coastal defense is necessary for the Emmerians. Rear Admiral Donathan Hager is leading the strike group to commence naval aassault at Galean forces up north. Emmerian aircrafts aboard the carriers are prepared for launch at 0600 hrs tomorrow once the strike groups reached the coast of Frelsia. Rear Admiral Hager was overlooking the battles as the Fascist controls the northern sector of the country and the anti-fascist coalition forces takes the south and the south is set near the bodies of water, capable of allowing ships to pass through. Emmerian ships are currently in the storms in the Atlas region as they enter the waters for the nationa government assistance. "Admiral!" the sailor said, saluting as he walked into the bridge of the ship. "ENS Fergon and ENS Wellburg are ready to fire cruise missiles on your orders, sir."
"Good." he replied. "Officer, pull up the map of Frelsia." the admiral ordered. Seconds later, a satellite view of the map appeared on a screen in the bridge, with various areas highlighted in red, and the coalitions positions in green. "Let's get to work. I want you to target large presences of the battlefronts at the frontlines first; then we can deploy aircrafts to gain air dominance over the northern sector. Comms: relay my instructions to the rest of the fleet."

"Yes sir." the sailor replied. He jogged out of the room and to the fire control center, where he contacted ENS Fergon and ENS Wellburg for direct cruise missile strikes. Inside two submairnes, the men who would operate the missiles were stationed. As he arrived, he heard someone on the bridge speak on the intercom.
"All hands, all hands. Prepare for missile launches upon 250 kilometers of Frelsia This is not a drill. Repeat: This is not a drill." The sailor quickly approached the FCC and began reading out coordinates for missile strikes. The men in the subs frantically entered them into the computer and prepared the missiles for launch.

Abroad the ENS Arrington, an Sovereign class Magacarrier, the admiral watches men and women rushing on the platform of the flight deck as they loaded F-35s and X-47B drones with JDAMs and F/A-37 Talons with sidewinders for air dominance and fighters from the ERAF had scrambled F-22A, F-35As and QA-10 drones, escorting 5 B-1 Lancers for bomb runs. Jetting straight for Frelsia.

by **New Jordslag** » Mon Sep 22, 2014 2:47 pm

HBC studio, Tarae'na

by **Stasnov** » Mon Sep 22, 2014 3:04 pm

New Jordslag wrote:_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
(Image)
To: My Dearest Friends in Hayabusa, especially the Beautiful Queen Elizabeth
From: Your most humble peer, PM of Valim, Hiorzza Undarlegt
Subject: Recognition
Encryption: Medium

My friends of the nation of Hayabusa; I write to you today to thank you for recognizing my free and sovereign country. I have heard some complaints have come from your people; such as, for example, that you should have vassalized it, and that we can't thrive on our own. Let me dispell those notions. Although we could be better, imagine what we HAVE done with what little power we have: we kicked out a thousands strong army from our country, we have that same army on the defensive, we are quickly rebuilding oour infrastructure, and we have earned the respect and recognition of TWO other countries; three in total. We do, however, need help. We can't do everything on our own. If you could, we would appreciate aid to take care of the sickness in Vilay, and to stop our riots. In addition, I would like to talk on your news network, the HBC; however, I am too busy to leave the country right now, so you may set one up here, if you follow up on this request. Thank you.

(Image)To: The Glorious People's Premier of Stasnov, Krasnov
From: The People's Elect, President Giorg Jazzka
Subject: Recognition
Encryption: Very light

Mr. Krasnov, I will simply get straight to the point: We need help. People in Vilay, the main support base of Valimese Sociakism, is diseased. People are dying like fleas. My Faithful supporters are also clashing in the streets with the disgusting Loyalists. We need to stop this, to prove to the people that Socialism is a forgiving ideology, and make them want to convert. If you could supply us so we could take care of both of these, that would be great. Thank you in advance!

(Image) To: The Frelsian President Reora
From: The Distressed PM of Valim, Hiorzza Undarlegt
Subject: Aid
Encryption: Heavy

As an honorable man, I must thank you for sending me aid to restore my country. A self-sustaining Valim isn't impossible. But these greedy, tyrannical, self-serving Socialists are making that impossible. They are clashing with my supporters IN BROAD DAYLIGHT! As you might guess, this isn't good for Morale OR Rebuilding. If you could help me with this major problem, i'll help you crush Gale. Win-win.
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Vilay, 4:30 PM
An unmistakable gloom filled the air. Nobody was reading the papers and crying with joy at small Valimese victories anymore. Nobody even cared what was IN the papers. Gale could have won the war already, for all they cared. They were dying. Slowly and painfully. By the hand of an unknown disease. Doctors couldn't Diagnose it. Most guessed it was something similar to the Bubonic Plague of ages earlier. But when they vaccinated people, they still caught the disease. Now they were working on a new cure in a secret underground lab in central Vilay. Doctor Fraskiz Trezzono was close to a breakthrough. But this morning, he himself caught the disease. Too weak to get up now, he simply instructed his assistant to work while lying down. Finally, now, so sttricken with the disease it caused him pain to move, he looked over at his assistant- and she held the Vaccination. Then, at this time, 4:30 P.M., he died, ending the legacy of one of the greatest Frelsian Scientists the world has ever known. And his last sight was the view of his last success.

United Socialist States of Stasnov
"Liberty, Socialism, Motherland"

Commissariat of Foreign Affairs

To: The People's Elect, President Giorg Jazzka
Subject: Support
Encryption: Medium

Greetings Comrade President,

As it was stated in Stasnov's official announcement, we are willing to send 500 medical officers – physicians of the Stasnovan Revolutionary Army Medical Department (SRAMD) along with the 67th Infantry Regiment (2,000 men) as a peacekeeping force to help restore peace and order. Along with these, we will send medical supplies and other nessescary provisions. When the nation is stabilised, we will also send 700 milion NSD to help you rebuild.

Signed,
Nikolai Makarov
Commissar of Foreign Affairs

by **Adampia** » Mon Sep 22, 2014 9:27 pm

"Sir, the enemy force is coming our direction." Yelled out the Radio operator on the Shamkpton.

"Very well." Replied the Rear Admiral facing the ocean, "Have the destroyers look for submarines and set up a defensive net."

"Yes sir."

The seas were rather calm, the ocean a cruel and unforgiving cast of darkness and coldness while the explosions of the bombardment still went on he thought about the other battles he won, only a few he hadn't quite won. Never lost a ship in his command, one of the more gifted and promising officers of the navy.

"Sir, message from the Luepolan fleet."

"Thank you." Replied the Rear Admiral.

Code: Select all: Adampian Coded Message (High Encoding) To: Admiral Aleksander Kapalkin From: Rear Admiral Golsev We are focused on eliminating the defenses on the first port city. With the amount of bombs being dropped I would have expected them to break. A little help with the aide of missile attacks would be useful at the current situation. I do hope I receive naval help, those commies are coming and my fleet wasn't meant to fight a fleet twice the size. But I have no intentions of running, I won't leave my men behind. I encoded the positions of the enemy defensive positions, best of luck. Sig Heil!

The Admiral sent the message, the fleet wasn't big, but the ships were well designed to fit their roles, including the cruisers which were designed to hold their own in a gun fight, though less armored than the nuclear powered battleships. The Commander boldly decided to stay and keep fighting regardless of the fleet coming, he only hoped the allies would arrive in time. Including the anti-ship missiles on the 6 destroyers, the fleet still wasn't something to take lightly since a large salvo could overwhelm missile defense systems since it's happened in battle in the past. As well as seeing a bunch of missile launch at once has a detrimental effect on morale.

"Get me some tea, half slice of lemon." Asked the Admiral.

"Yes sir!" Said a crew member.

6 minutes later...

"Thank you." Said the Admiral as he walked up to the Starboard side of the bridge on the lead carrier.

"Sir, combined radar picked up 8 sonar hits." Said the radar operator.

"Funny, did they fix the false readings problems, it is a new s..." The Admiral looked over to see a fire ball in the sky.

"Tell the destroyers we got subs. Sink them all." Said the Admiral those missiles didn't just pop out of the water.

"Sir, we got a shit load of missiles coming at us. 35." Said the radar operator.

The fleets anti-missile net took out most of them while 14 managed to get through, two managed to hit the rear escort carrier the ANS Tinjar, several large explosions erupted from the old ship, setting several hangers on fire. While four missiles managed to hit the ANS Trabano, a cruiser, the cruiser's armor plating took most of the force doing little damage but destroyed the radar systems. While the last eight hit the troop transports, causing six troop transports to blow up and sink while another two were fighting fires from shrapnel.

The Admiral glanced out to see six transports listing and sinking, he looked over at his crew. "Common sir, lets kick their commie asses!" Yelled the captain of his flagship.

"Very well, we will dine in Valhalla tonight." Said the Admiral.

Above in the skies...

The 24 fighters that are air borne were alerted of the incoming attack and armed their weapons, all of the pilots at least experienced vets, although the Reaper Squadron was comprised of strictly aces, the flight lead nick named the Butcher is a forth tear ace having shot down 29 fighters. But the Reaper Squadron is strictly a home squadron.

Colonial Stein was looking at his radar, flight lead of the task force, one fighter short of hitting tear one. The most experienced pilot of the task force. "Okay, get ready, it's time we take on these commies! Not one is to be left alive or we will die trying, for the state!" Said the lead pilot.

The fighter squadron broke off and went full speed to the incoming Stasnovian fighter squadron when in range the 24 fighters all shot missiles, white contrails filled the skies just off in the distance. The Admiral glanced over at the transports, one reported the fires are on their way to being put out. The other hasn't even said anything. The comm officer called the transport, "ACS Onev, status on the fire."

(A fuzzy voice came in)"This is captain Richardson, the fires are getting worse, if they grow anymore I will be forced to abandon ship before it starts cooking off the sh...."

A large fireball erupted, the shock wave of the explosion split the troop transport in half, the crew saw it and did a brief Adampian Fascist solute, "Heil!" Yelled a few while a destroyer came along side to help while 2 destroyers were busy hunting the subs.

The fleet of ships continued on while four destroyers launched a full salvo of Shadow Anti-ship missiles, the destroyers expended their entire supply as 80 missiles went into the sky (Each destroyer has 20, two batteries, ten missiles per battery). 20 missiles were aimed at the carriers, 40 aimed at the frigates, 20 were aimed at the corvettes, the sky filled with missile contrails, while the cruisers were busy loading their powerful 16 inch twin turrets, although the battleship's main guns were bigger, the cruiser could still do heavy blows. The Admiral ordered full speed ahead in the hopes of reaching gun range where the fleets true power was at. (Each cruiser has three twin 16 inch main turrets, two in the front, one in the stern).

While the ANS Tinjar radioed in the fires were under control but part of the flight deck collapsed in making it unable to land planes while the 24 degree list to port made it impossible to even launch the planes that weren't burned in the fire, but the old ship was defiant and wasn't going down without a fight. But was struggling to keep up with the fleet as it fell out of the formation, the large smoke plume making it a even bigger target.

ANS Redemption

The destroyer was honing in on the sub fleet, the sonar was hitting the ship, although the echos were faint, a rough direction was given as it came close to the area and dropped several magnetic depth charges, preset to 30 feet or would detonate on close proximity to a metallic signature, the ship dropped 16 depth charges before making a hard turn to starboard, the ship listing 12 degrees as it turned near full speed, the crew waited while the other destroyer caught up to the Redemption and dropped another row of charges 30 feet from the first string, 16 charges set to 40 feet. The hunter would soon know if their charges hit anything, the crew waited to watch for plumes.

Meanwhile...

The expeditionary force moved slightly out of range by the defenders, after being told that a missile attack was going to happen. They formed a diamond formation around the artillery and tanks dishing out pain and destruction. Although one enemy sniper had taken out a few soldiers, eventually they plotted where he was and sent the location to a howitzer that promptly shelled the area, even if it didn't kill the sniper, it probably injured him or her. The force made a defensive perimeter to await the missile strike around the tanks and howitzers.

And noting the Stasnovian support they figured a missile attack will cause some casualties versus waiting to be killed.

While in the coldness of the ocean a few hundred miles away, an Adampian Ballistic Missile submarine launched four non-nuclear ICBM's, the submarine version of the Ash fall land based missile system, the submarine based Ash Fall missile was cut down in diameter to fit into a launch tube, three of the five original split design were removed. Upon the apex of the launch, the missile will split into two slightly smaller missiles which can be programmed for separate targets or at the same target. The state doesn't tolerate resistance, even if the port city is destroyed completely it will send a message.

With the help of the Luepolan missiles, it will soften the target considerably whilst after firing the missiles the submarine dived to a lower level as it resumed it's usual patrol.

In the skies...

Roughly 22 Adampian fighters were in the sky that formed the air net over the fleet while the 38 fighter-bombers came back and began landing on the carriers. The pilots watching the radar screens and checking visually for any enemy planes as the pilots could see plumes of smoke from the battle field, times like those made them feel thankful they weren't soldiers. Yet it wasn't exactly eventful, they were slowly moving to defense, their priority was protecting the carriers.

by **District XIV** » Mon Sep 22, 2014 10:30 pm

Frelsian United Military Central Command, Hicastu

“They're sieging the damn city.” said President Reora, hunched over a map of the belligerents' locations, adversaries and allies included. The windows were shaded and bulletproof, luckily. Artillery and gunfire could be heard outside; citizens screaming.

“If we don't do something about the civilians...” chimed the Defense Minister, “Then we'll have a riot while bombs are falling. Please, allow me to enable the Emergency Broadcast System, or terrible, terrible things will happen.”

“Fine.” agreed Reora, “Get on that pronto.”

The Minister of Defense exited the room, carrying his papers with him. Those who were left were the two Generals of the FUM, and a Presidential advisor.

“So...” started a General, peeking at the map, “We need to attack now or shit will get wilder.” He pointed at a diamond-shaped formation of Adampian forces, “There, there is where we need to aim our artillery.”

“Seems reasonable,” stated the other General, “But radio reports from earlier indicate that Luepolan ships are firing cruise missiles at our SAM stations on the shore; numerous of which have been unfortunately knocked-out. What remains out our tiny army is the few thousand troops stationed in the interconnecting airbases surrounding Hicastu and the subm—” She realized, “Submarine! Yes! That's it! We'll use the submarine to take out Luepolan ships near the peninsula.”

“Fantastic idea General!” chimed the President, patting her on the shoulder and swiftly resuming his task, “Now, about the aggressing land and air forces.”

“About them,” said the Advisor, who had been unusually quiet during the course of the talks, “I suggest we unleash the power of anti-aircraft on the planes, as well as artillery on the land forces.”

“Consider it done.” exclaimed the President and two Generals at the same time.

“Well now,” said the Advisor, straightening his glasses, “It seems there's some ordering around to do.”

Anti-Aircraft Stations all over Hicastu and the surrounding Peninsula

After the order had been relayed to the air bases, naval bases, and the like, anti-aircraft gunfire was alive and well in the sky above Hicastu and its surrounding territory. Massive rounds of submunitions rattled the night sky as Adampian planes flew over Hicastu.

Meanwhile, on the land, artillery fire from the remaining SAM sites opened up on Adampian land forces, while ones closer to the coast launched anti-ship missiles at Luepolan and Adampian watercraft.

P-800 Oniks anti-ship missile.

by **Emmerian Republic** » Tue Sep 23, 2014 2:19 pm

252 kms east from the Frelsia coast.

Emmerian Naval ships firing Tomohawk cruise missiles at Luepolan ships

Emmerian Carrier Strike Group One of CSF ALFA are approaching thge Frelsia terrotiral water as the naval battle occurs from the west. Loeploan fleet is joing in th ebattle in attempt to decimate the Stasnovan. Different ideologies, but share the same effort to destroy the fascist forces in Frelsia and to prevent their rise in power, the Emmerians must prevail. Strike Group One spots Lueploan fleet at 200 kms east and the Emmerianss are in position to strike. 4 Mason Class guided submarine is preparing to fire their 20 (5 per sub) tomahawk cruise missiles as the fighters above the carriers are launching to began their anti-ship operation. "All ships, move into formation C3, submarine stay behind the formation for this formation." Rear Admiral Hager ordered as F-35C lightnings are VTOL taking off. The Emmeian ships move into the formation to form an arrow: cruisers at the front, destroyers at triangle sides, and carriers at the backbone while the submarines submerged from underwater to began their barrage.

"All ships, prepare for anti-air combat, Fighter group units 3 and 4, keep their fighters from taking the guided submarines, attack subs, maintain interval and defend the submarines" he ordered with the next 2 hours, a flight of 24 F-35Cs armed wit Storm shadow cruise missiles are prepared for anti ship operation as the cruiser fires their 24 (4 per ship) Harpoon missile at the Lueploan ships, targeting the bridge and the port sides of the ship.

by **Columbion** » Thu Sep 25, 2014 11:44 am

Official Document from the President of the Republic of Columbion

Declaration of War on The United Kingdom of New Hayabusa

The nation of the United Kingdom of New Hayabusa is a rogue entity in the world which we live in. Its culture is barbaric and an affront to the values of the people of the world. The government of the United Kingdom of New Hayabusa has continued its acts of terrorism around the world by involving themselves in a war which should only be left to the people of Frelsia. We will not involve ourselves in the fight between the waring parties in Frelsia, we will only focus on destroying the war machine that is New Hayabusa. With this war with New Hayabusa the Armed Forces of Columbion will form a new branch called the Celtic Corps. The Celtic Corps is planned to contain over 500,000 soldiers and the main goal of the corp is to uphold the morals and values of the world.

Signed,
President Nicholas Huntleigh

by **Columbion** » Thu Sep 25, 2014 2:30 pm

BREAKING NEWS Columnacht Lárnach Nuacht: The Supreme Council building set ablaze by Anglo nationalists

The office wing of the Supreme Council building on fire

News » Breaking News | 09/25/14 | By Zach Alister

As afternoon was closing in Connolly City a group of 40 armed men stormed into the Supreme Council compound and overran the guards of the building. They then rushed inside the office wing of the Supreme Council and went into each occupied office and viciously murdered the occupants. They then would set the building on fire via a bomb placed on the central floor of the building. Over 120 people were killed and over 260 people were injured in this attack. Thirty seven terrorists were killed and three were apprehended by the Internal Security Services. President Huntleigh announced that he would enact the emergency powers in a speech,

"My people, my dearest people, today is a dark day in Columbionite history. We were viciously attacked by a group of men so hateful of our culture and our history. They despise our ways and they can't stomach our very existance which is why they set out to kill our government's leaders. Today, I will use my emergency powers and declare myself temporary dictator of Columbion or Ceannaire. My first thing I will do as Ceannaire is to combine all political parties in the Supreme Council under the new party, Daon-Ceilteach Páirtí Náisiúnta or the National Celtic People's Party. The next thing I will do is ban the English language to promote a better Celtic culture in our nation, this will also serve as tool to reveal Anglo nationalists. The next thing I will do is draft 3 million men and women into the Fórsaí Armtha. The new Cór Ceilteach will serve as a new national defense force. We will crush the enemies of the Celtic people and uproot their very foundation in this world! Daoine Cheilteacha an domhain aontú!"

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by **Stasnov** » Sat Sep 27, 2014 9:09 am

Frelsian National Waters, Frelsia
Task Force 49

"Comrade Krukov, sir, we have scored some hits. A escort carrier has been severely damaged and a cruiser has been lightly damaged. 8 troops transports are destroyed"

"Good good. Prepare to fire another salvo"

"Aye comrade"

After some seconds of almost complete silence the radio operator shouted "Sir, our aircraft headin towards have been overwhelmed. 24 enemy fighters have engaged them"

"FUCK!" cursed Krukov "Order them to turn around and head back. I want all fightes available in the air NOW"

"Aye aye sir. Transmitting the orders now"

55 Fighters, mostly Mig-29s, Su-34s, Su-27s and Su-35s took off from the carriers. If the enemy wanted a dogfight they could come and taste the power of the Stasnovan Naval Aviation. They would stay with the fleet and not make any offensive moves.

Meanwhile in the skies between the Stasnovan and Adampian fleets

The Helicopters and Jets that were send to attack turned around and started returning to the fleet. 4 Ka-52s out of 10 were destroyed and 6 MiG-29Ks out of 7 were destroyed. The fighter escort of 6 Su-35s had lost one plane. They were moving towards the Stasnovan fleet but the enemy fightes could still fire on them. Jetfire 1, leader of Jetfire squadron, the Su-35 fighter escort squadron opened comms to the remaining Ka-52s and the 1 MiG-29K

"This is Jetfire 1. Return the the fleet, we'll slow them down"

"Are you sure Jetfire 1? You'll get yourself killed" asked Sokol 4, the remaining MiG

"Yes yes. Go home. Jetfire 1 to Jetfire squadron, turn around. We'll face the enemy fighters"

"Jetfire 2 here, roger that"

"Jetfire 3 here, turning around"

"This is Jetfire 5, affirmative"

"Jetfire 6 here, let's get those bastards"

"Sokol 4 here, it was an honor serving with you comrades."

"Likewise Sokol 4." replied Jetfire 1

The 5 Su-35s turned around and faced the 24 enemy aircraft alone firing everything they had on the enemy.

"Come on you fascist pigs! COME ON! Taste some Communist Steel!" screamed Jetfire 6 as he fired his cannon at an enemy jet, just before getting hit by a missile.

Jetfire Squadron sacrifised their lives to save their comrades in arms.Such a heroic action would remain in the chronicles of the Stansnovan Revolutionary Navy.

Back in the fleet

The radar operator shouted again "Holly fuck. Comrade Krukov, sir, we have a shitload of enemy AMS heading towards us! 70...no, 77.... no, 80! 80 ASMs"

"80 fucking missiles?" shouted Krukov. Hw was shocked "The Fascist bastards must have wasted their enite missile supply! Prepare all SAMs, CIWSs, flares and Electronic countermeasures"

"Aye aye sir"

30 seconds later, the crew on the bridge saw the missiles aproaching from the horizon. SAMs begun firing. 25 ASMs had been destroyed by the time the rest entered CIWS range. Then, they sky went ablaze with CIWS rounds. Due to the large number of missiles and their tight grouping, the CIWSs could easily spray them with HE-frag rounds, destroying another 25 in the process. When the ASMs got dangerously close, flares and electronic decoys were launhced, 'fooling' 10 AMSs, making them fall into the water. 20 ASMs made it through the defences though.

3 of them hit SNS Wrath, one of the Kuznetsov-Class Carriers, causing minor damage on the ship itself because of its heavy armor but destroying 2 Ka-31 that were one the deck. 1 ASM hit the SNS Narodnaya Volya, the Flagship of the fleet, causing damage on the helicopter platfrom and destoying 4 parked Ka-31s. 3 other ASMs hit the SNS Orlov the Kiev-Class carrier, causing major damage on its runway and damaging its radar. One of the Admiral Gorshkov-class frigates was hit by 4 ASMs, making it unfit for combat , while another ship of the same class was hit by two ASMs in the ammunition storage room and went ablaze in a massive explosion as the stored missiles exploded within the ship. Another frigate was hit on the ASM launcher by 1 ASM and was now unable to fire its ASMs until repairs are made. The same ship was hit in the bridge by another ASM, killing the Captain and some officers. The 5 remaining ASMs hit 2 Corvetes. One was hit by 2 of them, one hitting the side of the ship, causing minimal damage and the other hit the stern, causing a big fire. The other Corvete was hit by 3 ASMs and was now slowly sinking.

Krukov stood up after taking cover as he saw the ASM targeting his ship getting past the defences. He looked out of the window and show columns of smoke rising from some ships.

"Damaged report!" he growled. His first mate reported the damage taken. "Well, it's not that bad" Krukov said to himeself. He saw the remaining Helicopters and the MiG returning to the fleet. Where the hell are the Su-35s? he thought. But it wasn't time for that. The Radar operator shouted "Sir! We have enemy cruisers moving towards us at full speed!"

Krukov thought for a moment. "They are trying to get into gun range" he whispered to himself "Order all ships to turn around and move near Hicastu now! The Fascist bastards must be trying to get withing the range of their guns! Prepare to fire another ASM salvo! Where the fuck are the Subs?"

"The 3 Boreis are with us. They are submerged under the fleet. The Ladas are near the enemy fleet."

"Patch me through"

"Aye aye" replied the comms officer and did his tricks. After some seconds he said "You're connected"

"This is Krukov to the SNS Khrabryy. Do you copy?"

"Loud and clear Vice-Admiral" pelied the whispering voice of the Khrabryy's (the lead Sub of the pack of 5 Lada-Class subs) captain.

"Why are you whispering?"

"We have an enemy sub above us. They are dropping depth bombs. We're 130 metres deep. They are missing..for now"

"Return to the fleet. We're getting the fuck out of here. Their cruiser are trying to get into gun range"

"Yes sir."

"Also. give us your coordinates"

"Right away sir" *small pause* "The coordinates are [COORDINATES]"

"Good. Return to the fleet immedeately. Krukov out"

The ships begun turning around. Krukov walked up to the radar operator.

"Where are these coordinates pointing to?"

"Uhh, here sir. A bit to the west of those enemy destroyers" said the radar operator and pointed next to a little green dot on the radars screen

"Thank you" said Krukov and turned around to face his First Mate "Are the ASMs ready?"

"Yes sir!"

"Good. Fire 10 on those destroyers hunting our subs, 10 on their carriers, 10 on their cruisers and 5 on the rest of their destroyers"

"Aye aye sir"

As the ships were moving away from the enemy fleet, they fired the next salvo of 35 missiles. The 55 fighters were still in the air patrolling the skies aroud the fleet.

Outskirts of Hicastu, Darael, Frelsia
412th Vanguard Regiment
Uknown Time

The sergeant was in his trench. The fact that the Adampians fell back made him feel better but he was still on high alert. He laid on the wall of the trench and took of his helmet and took a deep breath. He felt warm blood running down his left arm. He looked at his left arm and saw that a big chunk of metal was stuck in it. He grabbed it and concentrated. He took another deep breath and closed his eyes. He pulled the metal out of his arm and more blood came out. He opened his small standar issue medkit and took a bandage out of it and wrapped the wound. The Adampian ICBMs and the Luepolan Naval Missiles cause massive destruction to the city behind him. He saw tall columns of smoke rising from the buildings. The 22 Stasnovan Su-35s (2 were lost) were screaming above them as they engaged Adampiam aircraft.

Hicastu, Darael, Frelsia
Dara Square
412th Vanguard Regiment HQ
Uknown Time

The 412s Commander, codename "Overlord" was in his command tent in the middle of the square. He was troubled. The Adampian groud forces seemed to be tough bastards. After an hour of thinking he got an idea. He slammed his hand on his desk "The fucking 1st Corps! How didn't i think of this earlier?" he said. He called for his radio operator "Patch me trhough to our forces in Werheim." The radio op. did his tricks. After some seconds he told to the Commander "You're connected"

"This is Overlord to Lt. General Zherdev, do you read?"

"Loud and clear Overlord" replied the voice from the other end of the line

"We need your forces in Hicastu ASAP!"

"How come?"

"We need reinforcements. The Adampians are hitting us pretty hard. We need you to flank them from behind. They are in a diamond formation a bit outside our weapons range outside the city"

"I see. We will mobilise immediately. The Hayabusans and the Frelsians have the Galeans under control."

"Roger that. ETA?"

"12 Hours max"

"Good. Overlord out"

There are the 396th and 182nd Mechanised Divisions, along with the 731st Infantry, 532nd Armored and 229th Artillery Regiments in Quali. They would start moving within the next hour.

by **New Hayabusa** » Sat Sep 27, 2014 10:13 pm

New Jordslag wrote:HBC studio, Tarae'na
"As for the first question, I want you to use Non-Lethal, unless Lethgal Force is ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY to break it up. I want as few lives lost as possible." The Valimese PM said. He tried to smile, but it looked more like a grimace, and signs of exhaustion were obvious on him. "As you might have guessed, I have been working so hard I gave not had tine to rest for whole days." He said, explaining. His accent was extremely thick, making it somewhat hard to understand him.

"As for the second question, the main danger of the disease is that it IS so contagious. It can be spread from anything: Physical contact, saliva, blood, water, air; all those things and a few more can spread it. I'll give you a full list after the show. Anyways, our scientists have in fact developed a vaccine, but we cannot produce nearly enough for everybody. We merely need you to produce more for us. Luckily, we have managed to contain the virus to Vilay, our second-largest city- incidentally, also the largest Socialist Support base."

"As for the third question, symptoms are: Black Boils on the skin, loss of motor control, uncontrollable drooling and/or Puking, on-and-off loss of sight, and often insanity. They seem to simply lose their minds once they have this disease. The mutter gibberish, they attack close family and random strangers alike, and they start acting more animal-like. Quite strange, I say. We have named it the 'Vilay-Tezzono Virus, or VTV."

"And finally, for the fourth question, yes, we can."

HBC News Studio
Tarae'na, Valim

Although St.Georges cross has been removed from the official flag of Hayabusa, it is still widely recognized and used around the Great Kingdom and symbolizes Hayabusan culture as a whole. That is why HBC uses the cross as its station logo.

*The Queen looks sadly over at the PM*

"This new sickness is horrible... I dont think we in Atlas have ever seen anything so dangerous and destructive, yet maintain a high infectivity rate. You have given us all of the details we needed. Our forces and aide workers are not currently working to disband the rioters across Valim, and to mass produce and distribute the vaccines acquired by your doctors to your citizens. Here, I have multiple livestreams on my Android here. Let me show you."

*She passes her phone to the PM, which is showing live video coverages of Hayabusan soldiers using tear gas, flares, water cannons, and tasers to disband and immobilized rioters, and Valimese civilians lining up in front of multiole makeshift hospitals inside Vilay, where they would be givem the vaccine that would save their lives*

*She receives a text on her private phone, a Blackberry, stating that Columbion has declared war on Hayabusa, and that Hayabusa's allies were ready to fight as well. She kind of grimaces, and shakes her head a little bit, but continues to smile in light of the conversation*

Arcadia, Hayabusa
District 33, Urban Province
City Limits
11:03 PM Hayabusan Standard

Arcadia. The modern pride and glory of Hayabusa, with its masterful underground railways, it's skyscrapers being among the tallest in Atlas, and being one of the most popular domestic and international attractions worldwide, was more than just a hypermodern, bustling city. Underneath it lay The Great Kingdom's largest cluster of Intercontinental Ballistic Missiles, and home to 5 nuclear missiles. After the public declaration of war was issued by Columbion, all of these dormant silos and deactivated missiles were once again inhabited and the missiles were once again activated. This had been the first time in almost centuries that any nation had ever made any remote threat on the Hayabusan mainland. Nobody was even sure why the war declaration was even issued in the first place, but everyone fancied the idea of either supporting the defense of the country or defending it directly. Civilians had noticed the build-up of soldiers in the Arcadia area, and thoight nothing more of it than that they were simply complying with orders to help defend the Great Kingdom. That was kind of the case. In reality, the Hayabusan Royal Army was protecting the vast array of missile batteries and silos that were being prepared for a possible preemptive strike on the Columbion heartland. Royal Guards were directing traffic away from the missile areas, ensuring the protection of Hayabusan civilian life and to make sure that the conspiracy theorists didn't get word of any active missile silos whatsoever. The missiles that were prepared and ready to fire were being programmed by their operating crews to hit big targets in Columbion, and were protected from above by Hayabusan Eurofighters and a few Oracle satellites to make sure no surveillance aircraft got any sight of Arcadia at all.

Dolmacht, Columbion
Unknown Location
Unknown Building
1:04 AM Columite Standard

18 y/o Hayabusan immigrant to Columbion, Travis Willoughby, did not want to be where he was in the first place. He didn't understand anything at all about Celtic culture, and had only moved there because his family exiled him due to the fact that he was too rebellious. He got drunk, smoked, fucked, and partied almost every night of his life away, and in his mind, that was his own fault, and nobody should be up in his business worrying about what he does with his own life. Originally, he would have liked to be in a place that was just as luxurious as Hayabusa, like Insaeldor or Viridisolum, but his parents had forced him to live with his auntie in Columbion. Still, he partied his life away, but Hayabusan girls were always more "fun" in his opinion.

So he sat in his apartment beside his aunties (who really didn't give a damn what he did) apartment, on the HBC site, and seeing Columbion's declaration of war on the very front page in big, bold letters. It read that Hayabusa was a terrorist nation for intervening in Frelsia and it also deemed Hayabusa an evil war machine, which was almost entirely untrue. Columbion had formed the "Celtic Corps" to "uphold the morals of the world." Absolute rubbish, he thought. This is all clearly false Columite propaganda and lame excuses for a war against the Great Kingdom. I dont care if I die when I do this, after all, I spent three quarters of my life as a failure of a man, a partier, and a drunkard. I am worth nothing. But the Great Kingdom is.

With is VPN and switcher proxy enabled, he readied multiple tabs of High Orbit Ion Cannon (HOIC) DDoS attacks, targeting at least 50 pro-Columite government and radical Celtic websites, and was adjusting the number of UDP/TCP hits that were required to take it down, and when he was done, he pressed the button that began the attacks, and unleashed cyber hell on Columbion from his personal computer. On every website that was targeted, a message on a blank white screen had his name - Travis Willoughby, his address - 255 Bakrusj Street, and one single emoticon - >:]. He laughed as he watched the websites of the Columite Intelligence Agency and many others fall to a single attack, and began taking screenshots, uploading them to social media sites, attracting attention from all over the world.

He grabbed a self-made AK47 from below his desk, which had the colors of the Hayabusan flag on the stock, and went to the window of his apartment, catching eye of a squad of Celtic patrolman walking down the street. He aimed, and opened fire from above, dropping three of them instantly, making two others run away, and badly wounding the last one. He went downstairs, kicked down the door of the apartment complex, and pulled out a grenade from his pocket. He threw the grenade in the middle of the road, causing a massive explosion as 6 cars went up in flames. He wanted to die. He was just waiting for a Celtic unit to respond to him, and end it then and there.

Edenguard, Hayabusa
District 1, Capital Province
Palace of Edenguard
11:51 Hayabusan Standard

The Palace was buzzing as news of the war declaration hit Hayabusa. The King, just recovering from a long term sickness, sighed as he walked down the large corridors, greeting people of title who had come to see if he needed anything and to see to the fact that he was fully recovered and able to run his country. Although, there was a sort of tense vibe in and around the palace, because although everyone was celebrating the King's recovery, they were also thinking about the newly declared war. He finally made it to his office, and opened his computer and immediately wrote a communique to the Columite government, and made it public, for everyone to see what the message was and what the reply would be.

Official Communique from the Great Hayabusan Kingdom

To: The Government of Columbion
Subject: Declaration of War
Encryption: PUBLIC

Although your war is unjustified and foolish, we will not cower away from a fight against you. You are a foolish lot to believe that you can declare war on the Great Kingdom without immediately ensuring your imminent defeat before it even happens. We have created a coalition of 7 nations who are prepared to protect the Great Kingdom and/or bring down your weak leaders at all costs, and the collaborative effort of our militaries will ensure your defeat. You should have reallu analyzed the situation before making this declaration out of spite. After we have given you two chances to recall this foolish declaration, you declined both, and now, there will be no mercy when you are asking yo surrender. You wanted a war, you've got one.

On a side note, we are not in any way linked to the terrorist attacks on your nation. Our government does not negotiate with terrorists, does not condone terrorism, and does not fund it either. If that is why you are declaring war on us, maybe you should have actually gathered your information together before making false accusations that will cost you your country.

King Richard Ramirez II

Outside of Hicastu
6th Brigade
1:00 AM Frelsian Standard

"Look at these fuckers," a sniper said as he zoomed in on Adampian soldiers. "They are forming a massive diamond formation, waiting for the missile attack to finish. They have their perimeters covered, but I dont think they would expect us to open fire from here, on their left side. Most of their power is focused on Hicastu, which is at the front and right sides of their diamond. I say we move under the shadows slightly more forward, and the unleash hell on them from there, with our mortars and guns. They'll be caught off guard."

"Corporal Sanders, after this, you're being promoted to Captain," said the brigade commander. "Never in my military career has anyone made a logical, smart commanding decision for me." He turned to a radio operator and told him to say the word "advance until told otherwise" on the intercom. He did, and the thousands of Hayabusan men either crouched lowly or crawled their way slowly, creeping closer to Adampian positions, and cocking the bolts of their weapons. The commander gave the signal, and the radio ooerstie said "stop." They took up positions in missile holes, behind small hills, behind pieces of rubble launched to the outskirts, or camouflaged themselves in grass. Once everyone reported as in position and ready to engage, the commander shouted, "FIRE!" Hundreds upon thousands of machine guns and rifles slammed into the left side of the Adampian left side, mortar rounds pummeling their positions, sending them into chaos and disorganization. Tracers and bullets lit up the skies, almost covering the Adampian lines in an eternal light of death. Hopefully, they could distract them long enough for the Stasnovans to charge in frontally or even penetrate their lines and prevent the fascists from even getting into the city limits.

by **Stasnov** » Sun Sep 28, 2014 8:50 am

Vilay, Valim
106th Vanguard Regiment
1345 hours

The 106th Vanguard Regiment, as well as the 500 medical officers from the SRAMD finally arrived at Vilay after being airlifted to a Valimian airport first. Initally, the 67th Infantry was the Regiment to be sent, but due to logostical problems, the 106th Vanguard (Spec Ops) replaced them. The large convoy of trucks, IFVs and APCs was moving on the main road, heading for the main square of the city, where the medics would set up their medical tents. The men had no isignia on them, apart from the number 106 and the Peacekeeper markings, and most wore balaclavas in adition to their gas masks. Many of the men had riot gear with them. The street was chaotic. Broken houses, stores and other buildings on both sides of the road, with rag tag, homeless people using them as makeshift homes. Some of them had lit barrels to warm themselves. Rotten bodies were all over the place, result of both the famine and the riots. The atmosphere was thick, and a disgusting smell was in the air. But thankfully, there were no riots in this part of the city.

On top of a BMP-3 in the front of the colum were two doctors of the SRAMD, a young man, named Alexey Gregorovich and a young woman named Alena Zakharovna. Riding them, was an squad of Vangurd operatives, that didn't really seem to want a converstation. Alexey seemed to be disgusted by the scenery. As the passed by some bodies, he started coughing really hard. Alena was alerted

"What is it Alex? Are you ok?" she asked him. She was obviously more experienced

"It's-" *coughing* "It's ok Alena. I'll make it" he said

"You'll get used to it" said a deep voice.

The two turned around. They saw a Vanguard Operator looking at them. He was the one who talked to them. His gear, body armor and his Vulcan helmet- that had its visor raised -made him look more like a medival night that a modern day soldier. The large PKP he was holding added to the image of the bulky Operative. He wore a balaclava and a gas mask, so the two doctors were unable to see his face

"I guess" said Alexey akwardly

The Operative nodded "Is it his first time in a battlefield?" he asked Alena

"Yes. I've been in the field twice." she replied

The Operative nodded again and looked the other way. Alena couldn't see most of his face, but she could see his eyes. She could see the fire of war burning within him, but he saw something else, sadness? Despair? She wasn't sure. He seemed old. A hardened veteran of many battles. Alena wouldn't want to make him angry. She was wondering why they sent a Vanguard Regiment for a Peacekeeping operation.

After an hour or so...

The convoy finally reached the main square. The doctors begun undloading their equipment and setting up their tents. Meanwhile the 106th begun sending out patrols to patrol a 3 block radius from the main square, in order to make sure that no riots would occur near the medical camp.

Vanguard Operatives in Vilay

by **New Jordslag** » Sun Sep 28, 2014 9:25 am

HBC News Studio, Tarae'na, Valim
The Valimese PM noticed that she was saddened by something on her Phone. Glancing over, and seeing the declaration, he said: "Don't worry, Elizabeth; Valim gives you it's total support in this war, although we can only give a Platoon at most." With that, he got up and walked out of the Studio. Once he was out of the Queen's sight, he started puking. "Damn." He said. "Disease... must have... spread...". Then he went to the office to sign an order of Quarantine.

Vilay, Valim
A man stumbled up to Alexey. He was drooling all over his face, hunched over, and was covered with Black Boils. He managed to spit out the words "Hellllp... meeeeee..." while, grabbing Alexey's shirt. "Doooooon't.... leeeeet... meeee goooo crazyyyyy....."

Immediately, reports came in from various sectors in Western Tarae'na of the disease. Most of Western Tarae'na is now closed down.

by **Stasnov** » Sun Sep 28, 2014 9:49 am

Vilay, Valim

Alexey was shocked. He froze on the spot. The Operative that they were previoulsy talking to showed up.

"Get off him!" he growled and pushed the infected man with his large hands so hard that he landed about 3 ft. away. The Operative noticed some Stasnovan doctors passing by, carrying a supply crate. "Hey, get over here!" he shouted at them. Then two doctors run to him "Get that man to the qurantine zone. Move!" he ordered them

The two men obeyed the order and grabbed the man fron his arms and led him to the quarantine zone. The Operative turned to face Alexey. He had fallen down and was still in shock. The Operative kneeled

"Are you ok kid?" he asked him. No response. The young medic was still in shock. The operative grabbed him from his shit, shaking him and slapping him twice "Wake up kid! Those people need your help. Don't be a fucking pussy! Stand up!" he said and pulled him up, putting him on his feet. Alexey seemed to be better

"Th-Thank you, sir" he mumbled. The Operative laughed under his balaclava.

"Move kid" he said while smiling. Alexey sarted walking slowly towards his fellow doctors

Someone called for the Operative on comms "Matrozov, where the fuck are you? Come to the BMP now! We're order to carry out a patrol" he heard the voice of his NCO on the radio.

"I'm on my way" replied Pvt. Kiril Matrozov and started jogging towards his squad's BMP-3

by **Columbion** » Sun Sep 28, 2014 3:50 pm

BREAKING NEWS Columnacht Lárnach Nuacht: Cór Ceilteach subdue Hayabusan nationalist hacker in Dolmacht, Quig

A CC Squad truck outside the hacker's house

News » Breaking News | 09/28/14 | By Zach Alister

Upon hearing of the declaration of war on Hayabusa, a sad and misled Travis Willoughby, a Hayabusan national living in Dolmacht, Quig decided to commit acts of terrorism and cyber warfare. He was the cause of most government websites being shutdown earlier today. He then would take an illegal weapon and savagely murder 9 officers. As CC units kicked down the door, like the rest of his brothers and sisters, he took the Hayabusan path, suicide. In his apartment there were explosives everywhere. The commander of the operation said that the suspect, Willoughby was planning a terrorist attack on two schools and four hospitals in Dolmacht and its neighboring towns.

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Anon 1 Says ~ Ba chóir dúinn bhabhta suas gach náisiúnach Hayabusans!

Anon 2 Says ~ Tá mé sásta go hes marbh

Anon 3 Says ~ Nuair a bhfuil muid ag dul chun ionsaí Hayabusa? A ligean ar é a dhéanamh anois!

by **Adampia** » Sun Sep 28, 2014 9:55 pm

In the air over the ocean...

The fighter wing had done what surprised even the pilots, an entire squadron of planes turned back, then again, the pilots quickly laid waste the Stasnovian planes, although two fighters ended up getting shot down, it was well worth it. "This is Colonial Stein, we are pressing the attack onto the fleet."

"Negative Colonial, resume patrols over of the fleet, we need the air cover."

"Roger." Said the colonial as he turned off and went back to the fleet.

The remaining fighter bombers were ordered to pull back although the bombing was a success, it wasn't giving the expected results, since the ANS Tinjar was having problems and couldn't recover planes on the count of a destroyed flight deck. Although they finally put out the fires, the crew were still working on getting full speed back just as a anti-ship missile from Frelsia hit the ship once again at the water line causing the ship to start to flood while igniting a few more fires on the ship before another hit the ship causing it to start to sink stern first, although the heavy flight deck quickly made the ship top heavy causing it to capsize. While another salvo of missiles came from the Stasnovian fleet, although the 4 destroyers and escort carrier still could protect against them, the net wasn't as strong as it was.

Meanwhile...

The two destroyer captains were frustrated and set the charges for the max depth setting of 4,000 feet, the charges had two detonation methods, magnetic influence and max pressure. The destroyers then launched the last of their charges in the same spot like before giving up as 38 depth charges sunk to the dark depths. Then contrails of ten missiles showed up in the sky, the two destroyers anti-air system turned on and began shooting them down, although there were just two, 7 missiles were shot down before three hit, two hit one causing damage and destroying the radar system and killing the electrical system leaving the ship dead in the water while the other missile hit mid ship and caused flooding in a compartment which was quickly isolated causing the ship a 11 degree list to port. The ship stopped and ran a tow line to the dead destroyer and begun to tow it back to the fleet.

"Sir, we got more contacts coming in, 25 contacts heading to us. Engaging." Said the Radar man on the ANS Shamkpton.

The Rear Admiral looked out the windows, then from the stern and watched the Tinjar finish sinking. He glanced over as the destroyers engaged along with the carrier as the fighter came back and started landing. The small net still took out a decent amount thanks to the advanced systems, 18 missiles managed to get through, ten of them hit the carrier in different spots, 5 hits were at the waterline while many more hit the deck and one hit the lower section of the island. The old carrier was laid waste as fires consumed the small ship, 5 fighters and 2 fighter-bombers were still in the air as the pilots watched their flagship begin to sink, 3 hit a destroyer and crippled the radar systems while the other two destroyers arrived. The last six hit the ANS Redemption the already damaged cruiser. But the ships thick armor reduced the damage but took out most of the anti-air guns and the rear turret.

The Admiral came two after a few seconds, he grabbed the microphone on the carrier and ordered abandon ship the bridge filled with smoke and the ship started to list drastically he grabbed onto a post.

The remaining good ships broke off from the fleet and pushed forward boldly, the cruisers on the outer edge of gun range opened fire on the two frontal 16 inch twin turrets, the near deafening bang echoed in the stillness. The fleet was accompanied by the remaining two destroyers while the 5 remaining troop transports broke off, taking advantage of the slight set back the Stasnovians suffered in a attempt to escape the fate of the fleet leaving the invasion force alone, yet one last message was sent using the Adampian enigma machine.

Code: Select all: Standard Adampian Enigma I regret to inform you, you are alone, the commies destroyed and damaged most of the fleet, only four warships are still combat ready, and 5 troop transports are remaining. We gave it our best, now I will see you in Valhalla, show them how brave we are. Remember to destroy your code books and enigma machine.

The Admiral sent the message as the power went out causing the monitors to blow out, spreading broken glass on the steel floor.

Two cruisers were getting closer to the Stasnovian navy, their main batteries ablaze lobbing 16 inch armor piercing shells into the ships while the two destroyers were on anti-missile duty forming a bubble around the small strike force while the damaged ships continued behind. While 6 fighters and 2 fighter bombers flew into the Stasnovian fighters, the pilots obviously furious. The fighter bombers dove down on what ever ship was close by and dropped what bombs they had left before turning back into the sky at the Stasnovian fighters.

One damaged destroyer helping to escort the troop transports out, although the radar was gone, the destroyer still had depth charges and sonar.

Meanwhile in the sky...

A lone Adampian transport took off nearly empty minus 3 passengers. The plane stayed low and out of radar taking a long path to miss the whole battle ground as it turned to the heading back to Adampia.

On the battlefield...

The battle field was a mess, the snipers began picking off the soldiers while taking loses defending the flanks, the missile attacks and bombings ended. The sargent got the message and destroyed the enigma machine and code books making them impossible to read or use. He looked up and said, "well we are all alone, I am not going to die in this forest, let's do a all out assault, I will see you in Valhalla!"

All at once the entire regiment ran down the hill with the 6 main battle tanks while the 4 mobile howitzers followed setting up behind the charge and resumed shelling. 1,000 soldiers attacked the forward trenches with the goal of capture. The tanks opened up on pill boxes and hardened positions.

by **District XIV** » Mon Sep 29, 2014 2:40 pm

In the United Frelsian Military Command Center...

Colonel Araychev glared at a video feed coming on in his monitor; he saw the hundreds of Adampian troops rushing onto the battlefield, accompanied by heavy weaponry and fighting vehicles. To the left, the other commander had been receiving oral information regarding the status of the Adampian naval forces outside of the Hicastu peninsula.

“All is good out there... the bitches just have a few functioning warships remaining; the Stasnovans should take care of it.” said the commander, turning his head to back to glance at the Colonel momentarily before listening to oncoming radio information.

“Excellent,” muttered the Colonel, “I'm seeing a finale on land here, though.” gesturing at the still shots of the hordes of remaining Adampian troops. “Order the SAMs to concentrate artillery on that field.”

“Roger that, sir.”

“Oh, and have three divisions form a defensive line surrounding the part of the city where the Adampians are pointing at. If they get any closer than that field, order a mechanized division out there to stomp on the fascists mercilessly.”

“Got it.” he said, beginning to relay the orders onto the SAM site commanders, who would then proceed to open fire on the battlefield where the Adampians presently were. Multiple of said sites had been lost to Luepolan missile strikes, but there were enough remaining to wipe out the invasion force.

They opened fire.

by **Columbion** » Mon Sep 29, 2014 2:44 pm

Columnacht Lárnach Nuacht: Ceannaire Huntleigh announces 150,000 plus ANP troop deployment in Gale

Soldiers boarding a plane

News » Breaking News | 09/28/14 | By Zach Alister

Ceannarie Huntleigh has announced that he has approved a troop deployment order earlier today. 150,000 troops are scheduled to deploy in Gale within the next five months in order to repel Frelsian forces and to protect the sovereignty of Gale. ANP forces are also ordered to force the withdrawal of Hayabusan forces in the region to protect Curente from Anglo terrorism.

Ceannaire Huntleigh has also demanded the Sovereignty Cooperation Pact to remove Frelsia from the pact due to Frelsia violating the national sovereignty of Gale and accepting imperialist aid.

by **New Austzeland** » Mon Sep 29, 2014 5:23 pm

1853 local time - 29/09/2014, Skies above Gale - 25 kilometres from Kopervik Airport, 9 Celsius - Partly cloudy

The roar of the engines from the couple of F-29A Stealth Multirole Fighters filled the silence of the evening air over Gale - the Fascist province which neighbored New Austzeland. The mission, like what was carried out just a couple of weeks ago by the exact same team flying this mission; was to bomb several strategic airports in Gale to hinder Galean air capabilities, and to hinder the landing of the Columbionite forces that are expected to arrive soon. The two fighters carried an anti-runway penetration bomb, designed to dig in to the pavement of the runway, then cause a massive explosion which would cause a very large crater in the runway to be created; thenceforth rendering the airport's landing and take-off capabilities useless until the runway is repaired, which would take quite a while. However, this was not the only mission being carried out. Numerous other airports were to be targeted, from international airports to military airbases. Six confirmed airports and airbases were being targeted by other sorties, with the same mission: render the airport useless for landing and taking off.

"Pchela one to Pchela two, master arms on. Repeat, master arms on. Over." The leader of the formation ordered. The two jets turned on their master arms, with their anti-runway missiles ready to fire.

"Pchela one. Target in sight. Repeat, target in sight. Locking target." The leader, Lieutenant Smirnov informed his wingman, Sergeant Kulik.

"Affirmative. Target locked, ready to release strike package." Kulik informed Smirnov, his hand gripping the joystick infront of him.

"Pchela one, engage. Engage." Smirnov ordered Kulik, afterwards releasing his jet's bomb. Right after that, Kulik released his bomb, headed for the northern end of the runway while Smirnov's bomb headed for the southern.

"Break left, break left. Return to base, over." Smirnov then ordered his wingman again. The bomb was a fire-and-forget, so they could break off right after releasing their payloads. They both broke off left and began heading home...

by **Emmerian Republic** » Mon Sep 29, 2014 9:55 pm

Skies over Gale, Frelsia

Emmerian F-15C Eagles from the Emmerian 28th Fighter Group flies above Gale.

Emmerian fighter groups from the 128th Tactical Fighter Squadron has reached the Gale broder and are commencing air to air combat missions against hostile aircrafts. The 138th Tactical Multi-role Squadron is tasked with bombing down military bases, commercial bases, and crippling the frontlines for the allied forces to advance. QA-10 drones has constantly drop JDAMs at military bases and convoys of military vehicles. In order toe achieve complete air dominance, the Emmerians are tasked with aiding the coalition forces to wipe out the fascist infrastructure. F-15s are provide air-air missions for any hostile aircrafts within the battlefield as the Emmerian aircraft moves in for engagements.

Calms Island, Emmeria

Emmerian pilots takes in for briefing.
"Alright everyone listen up," Commander Flint Asworth exclaimed ass the men and women of the Emmerian fighter squadrons are prepared for aerial campaign. "Our job is to provide air cover for the coalition who has just began their ground assault and in short. The Fascist has immense air power. So, Here are the layouts for Operation Nightsphere.

The satellite image displays the view of the border as the fascist controlled forces have taken the northern side of the country while the national government supported by the coalitions are occupying the southern region. Emmerian Navy is currently engaging the Lueploan naval forces in the eastern side of the strait. giving the ERAF the opportunity to launch their air assault. Coalition forces are currently engaged at Gale while the air power is limitless. "128th Tactical Fighter Squadron is tasked with anti-air campaign against the Fascist and Fascist supporting countries. Stealth fighters would be able to penetrate through their radars, but are still vulnerable to SAMs."
Displays shows the ongoing battles. 138th Tactical Multi-role Squadron is tasked with supporting ground units from the coalition and escorts for bombers and drones. QA-10 dornes will provide close air support. While manned aircrafts are to take supporting actions. Emmeria refuses to sent boots on ground, so its our job to get these boys to do theirs. Any questions?" he asked as no one raised their hand. "Then dismiss." he confirmed as the officers rises up to salute and leave the meeting room for launching.

by **Stasnov** » Tue Sep 30, 2014 2:30 pm

Frelsian National Waters, Frelsia
Near Hicastu
Task Force 49
Time Uknown

"We have scored some hits sir. The last enemy carrier is sinking, we have damaged some destroyers, and one of their cruisers is also damaged. It seems that their transports are also leaving" shouted the First Mate

"Good. How many missiles do we have left?" replied Krukov

"They are enough for 2 more salvos sir. Then, we'll have to resupply from the support ships"

"I see. Are the Sukhois still in the air?"

"Yes sir"

"Make sure that they stay up there. Prepare for another ASM salvo"

"Aye aye" said the First Mate and left to give the orders

"Let's finnish this" Krukov whispered to himelf. Just then, a sound one could compare to a scream came from the direction of the Adampian fleet. Krukov knew what it was.

"INCOMING!" he shouted as a shell fell roughly 5 metres away from the left side of his Aircraft Carrier. "Shit! I want all ships to perform evasive maouevres now!" he growled at the radio operator.

"Y-Yes sir" the radio op. replied and started transmitting the orders.

But not all ships were as lucky as the Vice-Admiral's flagship. A shell landed in middle of the already damaged SNS Orlov, the Kiev-Class carrier, and while it didn't cause much damage to the ship itself, because of its heavy armor, it damaged the ship's runway, labeling it useless, until repairs are made. The shell also destroyed 4 helicopters, 2 Ka-31s and 2 Ka-52s. Another two landed on a Support Ship carrying ammunition, hitting its supply and causing a massive explosion that launched shrapnel at every direction, injuring some crew members of ships nearby. A Admiral Gorshkov-class frigate was also hit in the middle of the ship, causing heavy damage to the ships electronics, especially its Air search radar. The rest of the sells were landing on the water, as the ships were moving at full speed and performing evasive maneuvers, making the distance between them and the Adampians bigger.

Back in the SNS Narodnaya Volya..

"Sir!" shouted the Air search Radar Operator "We have enemy aircraft incoming! 6 fighters and 2 fighter bombers, 20 kilometres away and closing in fast! There also seems to be a lone transport leaving the enemy fleet"

"Hmm. Comrade Khamayev, have one squadron (8 Su-35s) follow the enemy cargo plane and engage it as soon it's out of enemy SAM and AA gun range. I also want SAMs fired at the incoming aircraft. And launch the next ASM salvo."

"Aye aye sir"

As soon as the enemy aircraft entered a 14 km radius from the fleet, 30 3K95 "Kinzhal" SAMs were launched at them. Some seconds later, the ASM salvo was also launched. 35 ASMs again, 15 aimed at the Destroyers, 15 at the Cruisers and 5 at the destroyer escorting the Transports. In the skies, the 55 Su-35s were patroling an 2 km radius from the fleet. If the SAM salvo launched agaisnt the 8 incoming enemy aircraft failed, which is almost impossible, they would stop patrolling and engage them to prevent them from getting close to the friendly fleet. A squadron of these jets broke off the formation and headed towards the enemy cargo plane. They would not engage until it gets out of its ship's AA weapons range.

(OOC: About that, Adampia, you do know that naval radars can spot aircraft from hundreds of kms away right? And even if they managed to get that close without getting spotted (an aircraft that is able to do that doesen't exist today), 55 fighters are waitting for them. They wouldn't let them even get close to the fleet, let alone bomb it. So yeah, please change your post according to mine)

Meanwhile, under the surface near the Adampain Fleet...

The subs were moving slowly in a V formation towards the friendly ships. The Adampian Destroyers had almost moved past them, but then, they changed their ammunition. The sub leading the formation was hit directly in its torpedo storage area, causing a huge explosion that shook the whole area around it. The other two behind it took some damage as many depth charges exploded near them, one of those subs was hit on its shaft, destroying the propeller and immobilising the submarine. The two subs the were in the rear of the formation reversed so they could have a straight line of sight on the enemy Destroyers. They fired two 533 mm torpedoes each at each Destroyer and then started turning to the left with full speed.

Outskirts of Hicastu, Darael, Frelsia
412th Vanguard Regiment
Uknown Time

Almost 13 hours had passed after the forward units were informed that reinforcements from elements of the 1st Corps were coming. Their ETA was 12 hours "max" but they never showed up. The Sergeant was sitting in his trench. The fighting in the Adampian positions had been going on for some time and the Adampian Fleet's shelling of the city was finally over. He had just cleaned his AK-74M when he saw the mass of the Adampian soldiers charging at their positions. He stood up

"So the Fascist hordes of Adampia have eventually found the balls to face us" he said and cocked his AK as the rest of the men opened fire.

"This, or they are so scared of the Hyabusans that they are retreating the wrong way" said a soldier next to him.

They both laughed and opened fire. Shells from the Adampian howitzers and tanks begun landing around them, and tracer fire lit the sky. A trench near him exploded after being hit by a shell, raising a cloud of dust, dirt, blood and human body parts in the air. A bit further, an entrenched BMD-3 exploted after being directly hit by a tank round. But the Stasnovans returned fire, with MG teams and the APCs/IFVs focusing on the infantry, spraying them with 7.62mm and 12,7mm bullets, as well as 30mm HE cannon rounds as they charged. AT teams, equiped with long range ATGM launchers and RPG-29s attacking the enemy tanks. Some squads were also equiped with RPO-A Shmel rocket launcher, launching RPO-Z rockets with incendiary warheads into enemy infantry formations. Some IFVs and APCs that were equiped with ATGMs also opened fire on the enemy tanks. The 7 remaining Ka-52s (they were 10 initially) aslo attacked the enemy with cannon, missile and rocket fire. But the shelling by enemy artillery was still a problem.

The Sergeant called for his squads radio operator.

"Vasily! Get your ass over here" he shouted

The radio operator begun moving, with his body lowered to avoid getting shot. He eventually got to the Sergeant "Sir?" he said

"Radio Command. Tell them that we need mortar support to this coordinates" he said and gave him a piece of paper with some coordinates written on it

"Yes sir" replied the radio operator and opened comms to command "Command this is Bravo 1-2 to Overlord. Do you read"

"This is Overlord. Reading you loud and clear"

"We need Mortar support ASAP. The coordinates are [COORDINATES] and [COORDINATES], bombard the fist with the biggest mortars. Fire for effect"

"Roger that Bravo 1-2. Overlord out"

Hicastu, Darael, Frelsia
Dara Square
412th Vanguard Regiment HQ
Uknown Time

Overlord walked out of his command tent with a piece of paper with the Artillery strike coordinates on it. He run to the Mortar and the Nona-SVK batteries that was in the middle of the square. The Morthar battery consisted of eight 82mm Mortars, while the Nona-SVK battery consisted of 5 Nona-SVK Self-Propleled 120 mm mortars. He stood in front of them and read the coordinates out loud.

"This is your target gentlemen. Fire for effect"

"Sir yes sir" replied the Battery Commanders. A few minutes later, they opened fire. The first coordinates pointed at the enemy Howitzers, it was the job of the Nonas to bombard them, while the second coordinates pointed at the area between the Stasnovan first line of defence and the enemy troops, the strike there would be delivered by the 82mm. The job of the 82mm Mortars was to more or less to not let the Adampians approach the Stasnovan postions too much.

Outskirts of Hicastu, Darael, Frelsia
412th Vanguard Regiment, 2nd Company
Some time later...

The Seargent expected the first mortar rounds to hit the enemy positions in a minute. The Adampians were getting dangerously close. His magazine was empty. He took cover and replace it with a full one. When he stood up to take over again, he saw something in the horizon, behind the Adampian positions. He looked through his binoculars. He saw about 20 T-90As and T-90SMs, as well as 10 BMPTs forming up on a hill about 800 metres behind the Adampia positions and opening fire on the Adampian rear. He zoome in and noticed the insignia on the vechicles, the number 532, a red star with a black and golden outline and a red and dark green roundel with a bear in it. They were tanks from the 532nd Armored Regiment of the 5th Corps. Reinforcements were finally there! These were only forward units of the 532th Armored, let alone the whole force of 26,000 men (the rest of the 5th corps, 24,000 men are near the Galean-Frelsian Border) coming behind them. The Adampians were surounded, with the Stasnovan defences in the outskirts of the City in front of them, the Hayabusans on their left flank, and the Stasnovan 5th Corps behind them.

There was no escape

by **Valaran** » Wed Oct 01, 2014 5:53 am

The National Liberal Club, Astaria

The Western Facade of the club

"I feel we should have a war."

"And that gentleman, is why I don't make foreign policy while drunk." Alstan could make quite cutting comments when he felt like it.

"But Prime Minister, aren't you also drunk right now?" ventured Sathren, only mildly inebriated himself .

Alstan paused for effect. "Exactly."

The room's occupants laughed, the sound bubbling up to reach the vaulted ceiling and marble columns of the club. However, this wasn't a club in the normal sense of the word. This was the National Liberal Club, home to the Valaran elite for centuries, formed when the first vestiges of its democracy and subsequent Empire were created. Indeed, only some of the conservative clubs pre-dated its existence. In venues like these the good and the great of Empire had met, argued, drunk and socialised continually over the ages, forming a long tradition. Many an alliance or rivalry had been formed or broken in halls such as these, and each club had a list of famous events which had occurred inside them. Naturally, the most infamous of these was when an interior minister slapped a foreign secretary with a whole salmon, causing a brawl to break down and the whole government to collapse with infighting. As Seward might say, they were good times.

A few more jokes were cracked, lightening the already upbeat mood further. Alstan had taken his inner circle here to relax after a new raft of successful reforms, and for now most were enjoying the atmosphere. The nation was at peace, the economy remaining a tower of strength while a steady stream of policies were being pushed through a relatively cooperative Parliament. He was seated comfortably as the excited chatter buzzed around the room, punctuated by the hearty sound of laughter. He sipped his cider contentedly, a satisfied air

Thus, it was only natural that such a state of affairs could not last. A lone figure walked in the through the entranceway. He had a rather unassuming appearance, but anyone who recognised him knew far better than to underestimate ex-colonel Flint, head of the disparate branches of the Valaran Intelligence services.

Alstan looked up, his blue eyes slightly widened in surprise. "Flint? I thought you couldn't make it due to work?"

"Ah, but I am working Prime Minister." Flint took a seat. His face was neutral, yet Alstan could detect a slight twinkle in the ex-colonel's eyes that he knew all too well. Flint waved away the bartender, preferring to take out a small flask from inside his black overcoat. Pouring a little of an amber coloured liquid into a nearby tumbler, he then ignored the drink and turned back to the Prime Minister, the twinkle now having become a gleam.

The cheery atmosphere of the room suddenly deadened, smothered by the disruptive appearance of Flint. Alstan himself sobered up, rapidly dropping the camaraderie and reassuming his perosna as a statesman. If Flint projected quiet power, the Prime Minister practically had an aura of authority. Gone was the light-hearted jokes and witty comments, replaced by a steel resolve and an icy stare. His eyes locked onto the those of the ex-colonel, piercing right through them. Even Flint recoiled at the gaze's unmitigated intensity. The intelligence minister quickly responded to the unspoken question.

Flint was concise and blunt "The civil war in Frelsia has now become an international conflict. The Satanovan fleet is now engaging with Adampian ships, while Luepolan forces have just launched cruise missiles on Hicastu."

Alstan immediately turned to the servants present. "We need to speak privately." After they filed out the room became still, all those who remained waited on the Prime Minister's response. Flint also stared intendedly, only pausing to drain his glass.

Alstan suddenly broke out into a chuckle "I honestly thought we could stay out of an Atlas based conflict for once." The laughter jarred with the otherwise sombre atmosphere, but he then snapped back into seriousness with a equally lightning change of pace. "Right, this is the situation as I see it. One of our strongest allies has just been attacked, while an innocent civilian population has just been targeted by cruise missiles."

"If that wasn't enough cause for war, I would like to continue our open policy of improving ties with Frelsia, along with its allies. And that would include helping them finish off the rebels."

"Finally, that these fascist nations are working together is a horrifying prospect. I cannot imagine what will happen if they brought Frelsia into their fold. We cannot give them any ground, for it will only embolden their actions within Atlas. A united front must be presented, and I will not shirk away from combatting them. Not now."

He paused again, the drink forgotten in his hand, before uttering the words everyone was waiting for. "Mobilise the 3rd & 5th armies. I want to brief General Siastan Varkalen in two days time at a full cabinet meeting. After which I shall hold a press conference announcing our involvement, before a vote in Parliament shall be called. The Valaran Empire is going to Frelsia."

It always amazed Alstan how easy it actually was to send thousands of men and women to their deaths. When you held the power, war was a surprisingly simple decision to make. It was far too easy. The worst part, something he only admitted to himself at his darkest moments, was the thrill of doing so. All power corrupts, but the power of conflict was by far the most corrupting in his mind. And that realisation both horrified and enraptured the Prime Minister.

How easily things change...

by **Adampia** » Thu Oct 02, 2014 8:09 am

The cruiser's main guns would soon be out of range, Captain Rogers ordered the destroyers to break formation and persue the fleet, the destroyers were the fastest ship in the Adampian navy at a max speed of 32 knots. The destroyers torpedoes could possible cripple a few ships to allow the cruisers to catch up. Although the Type 24 wasn't very powerful, it could sink small ships and damage ships with thick armor, but the destroyers used them since they were acoustic honing.

In a few minutes the destroyers had pulled away from the cruisers as their guns fell out of range the cruisers managed to get off 12 shells. That was shortly before the radar picked up more missiles so the two destroyers launched a full salvo of torpedoes, 6 per battery, one on each destroyer, so 12 torpedoes launched and began tracking the acoustic signals of the ship they were targeted for.

The destroyers anti-air system took out 10 before two hit the lead and three hit the other destroyer, the rear destroyer began to sink stern first while the lead destroyer's AA system was destroyed along with a large fire in the hanger. The cruisers didn't have a modern AA system expecting they would be protected by a ship that had one. 7 hit the lead cruiser which was damaged earlier, the missiles hit mostly in the center of the ship, destroying most of the anti-air guns and the secondary turrets along with several hits on the hull and at the waterline. With the amount of damage and smoke the ship still had power to two of it's engines and could still fight. The other cruiser took 8 missile hits mostly in the stern although the first 3 didn't penetrate the armor plating, the other missiles punctured the plating and flooded part of the engine room and made it unable to move on it's own along with taking out power to the ship.

The damage control crews on both of the cruisers were busy putting out the fires, a testament to the ship building techniques of the State's navy, but the destroyers weren't that well armored as the last destroyer. The ANS Temperest, the last destroyer, the fire on the hanger deck found the fuel used for the helicopters and exploaded which caused the hull to start flooding while the last remaining damage control crew members went to close off that section of the ship, which flooded the engine room and left it out of the fight, but before it's torpedoes got out of range the captain ordered the gunners to launch the battery, which wasn't fully loaded and had only 4 in the tubes before the power shorted out.

ANS Ingram

The rear cruiser, the captain ordered them to power off everything and pretend to be unable to fight but had ordered them to load a salvo into the two front turrets which the captain told the gunners to leave the guns at their current elevation and location to make it look believable, he would wait until the enemy fleet turned back to investigate then would fire the main guns at near point blank range. But he knew they would come back to a visibly immobilized ship to see what they could grab or use, or so he thought. The now tattered flag still flew in the ship's mast as smoke came from the stern.

ANS Kenton

The lead cruiser had later decided to follow the Ingram's lead and suddenly cut power to the engines and make it look like they lost power as well, but before they did, they loaded the main guns with a salvo instructing the gunners to leave the turrets at their current orientation. The ship's slight list to port caused it to turn slowly before stopping, to make it even more believable the captain used the back up radio which wasn't secure like the enigma machine allowing anyone to get the message with the right frequency.

"ANS Glean, this is Captain Garret of the ANS Kenton, we lost power and need some assistance before these red bastards come back around, I believe the other cruiser is in the same predicament."

"ANS Kenton, this is ANS Rendevous, I got the supplies to fix your problem, but I am afraid we can't turn around, we are maxed out at our full speed of 14 knots trying to leave the combat zone. Sorry, I hate to leave, but we don't have the ability to go against large ships."

"Thanks for trying, but I will be damned if they take my ship without a fight, I know my crew will fight to the last man."

"Roger ANS Kenton, long live the empire!"

Then the captain pulled out the batteries. "Honz, signal the Ingram to destroy the enigma machines, don't use the radio, use the signal lamp."

The enigma machines on both ships were destroyed while the last destroyer was very slowly sinking in the horizon, the enigma machine was safe, the destroyer would be submerged before the Stasnovians could come back around.

Meanwhile...

The last two damaged destroyers escorting the transports got hit by another salvo of missiles, both of them had their AA systems destroyed. Within a few minutes both of them sunk leaving the transports unprotected except their four 6 inch howitzers used for shelling landing zones. The remaining 6 transports were almost out of range of the combat zone. The captains of the transports had their engines maxed out at 14 knots, it looked like they would be the only survivors.

In the sky...

The lone transport flew through the sky. The pilot was a semi-retired fighter pilot who transferred to flying transports. He didn't think he would be in combat again, well until he picked up the fighters coming to him, he still knew a few moves, unlike most of the pilots that flew transports.

"Kid, I think we will make it out of this shit pot. Lets throw some tunes on." Said the pilot putting in a CD.

"I am picking up some fighters." Replied the co-pilot.

"Damn it, I bet they are defending though, kind of hard to hide a plane on radar, let's see what these engines can do." Said the pilot as he pushed the throttle to the max setting. He had his finger on one of the switches labeled Flair bank one of two. He turned on the cabin speaker, "you best get strapped in unless you want to be flying in the cabin." Chuckled the pilot, "but just sit back and relax, remember to have your trays in the upright position until the captain says otherwise."

At the battle field...

The charge was going to end like they soldiers expected, but regardless they still rushed and fought as hard as they could before getting killed. The charge showed the determination of the Adampian military even against the odds. After the 20 minute battle two tanks managed to get deep into the enemy lines before getting taken out. The entire force fought to the death and took as many enemies as they could with them.

Then again the army wasn't anything compared to a Sal Kar force, certainly one that has been battle hardened from the formation of the empire.

by **Valaran** » Thu Oct 02, 2014 1:41 pm

The Valaran Empire Dispatches Forces to Frelsia

The newly constructed carrier Aurion in a training exercise in Valaran waters. It is now part of the taskforce deployed to Frelsia

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^{October 2, 2014, 21:43 | Astaria, The Valaran Empire}

In a surprise turn of face, the Valaran Empire, which had previously largely stayed neutral, has now announced his intervention in the Frelsian civil war. The change in stance move came after a naval engagement commenced between the Valaran ally of Stasnov and the nation of Adampia, as well as a general escalation in the conflict. The news was announced at a press conference today by the Valaran Prime Minister James Alstan, who stated that he intended to help fight the rebels. He also pledged to help the "legitimate Frelsian government"and "assist our Stasnovan and New Autzelandi allies".

It was later announced that the 15th, 16th, 17th and 18th divisions of the VRF would be mobilised, under the overall command of general Siastan Varkalen. However, only the 15th and the 18th divisions would be deployed to Frelsia for the moment, with the 16th and 17th acting as possible reinforcements. The 5th airwing would also be sent to patrol the skies, while the transport ships would be guarded by the 4th fleet, headed by the newly constructed carrier Aurion.

In a rare statement, Alstan also decried the growing power and influence of fascist nations in Atlas, and urged a "coordinated multilateral response against this international menace" . However, it was also noted that Alstan did not specify which nations it was talking. Instead, he refrained from mentioning any hositle states in his speech, though it was assumed he was referring to Luepola and Adampia, the current allies of the Frelsian rebels and both with fascist governments. The left some commentators to argue that the Empire was still prioritizing its vital trading network and did not actually wish to confront with these states on a wider scale.

Markets stayed level at the news of the imminent intervention, with the Arcan index falling by 37 basis points before recovering swifly. However, the pound did not drop significantly, and both were buoyed by the strong economic news and expectation of the conflict ending shortly. The immediate reaction of most traders, as well as political and military experts was one of surprise: The change in policy was kept in complete secret until the announcement, and most had thought the Empire had become recently more isolationist, given its recent withdrawal from power in the IFC and lack of involvement on other recent conflicts. However, the experienced analyst and foreign affairs correspondent Felix Worricker had this to say:

"Its clear that Alstan feels the need to act decisively and this intervention is a dramatic move for a recently more cautious government. Perhaps, now that the Empire is no longer the Prime minister IFC, he feels that he does not need to enforce a neutral policy, and instead wishes to take a more active role in defending Valaran's interests, both in Atlas on the international stage. Finally, this anti-fascist move is a quite radical when taking into account how non-judgemental the government has generally been in choosing allies and trading partners. It marks a radical departure from its previous all-econpassing approach to diplomacy, and sets avery interesting tone for the future."

Frelsian Civil War [IC/Confluence+Atlas]

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