The Blue Insurrection [MT/Open/BlackOctober]

[Republic of Vietnam]

WIP

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To: Republikanische Germanic and Quirinese government
From:Ministry of Defense(Vietnamese Republic)
Matter: Naval Military Operations
Encryption: Maximum
Decryption: 2528262869086976142D3245

To our Germanic and Quirinese allies,

As you may have heard, the Vietnamese Republic will be deploying naval assets and soldiers to fight against the convist menace. As we have no base in the region, and you are our closest ally, we would like to use Republikanische Military bases for bombing operations that could not be done on an aircraft carrier. Furthermore, we would also request to rendezvous our fleet with your fleet, to create more in numbers and increase the defensive chance if a foreign fleet attacks. We hope to receive a response soon.

Sincerely,

Vietnamese Republic Joint Chiefs of Staff

[New Grestin]

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Code: Select all

INTERNAL MESSAGE
TO: Third Confederate Fleet
FROM: Defense Department High Command
SUBJECT: New Orders
ENCRYPTION: High
MESSAGE: All personnel are to mobilize and prepare for deployment to Victoriala alongside a coalition of other Convist Forces. Our primary destination is the island of Mu, whereupon addition support personnel will be deployed to begin construction on a temporary Command Center. The fleet is to maintain this position until further notice. Any attempt by Anti-Convist forces to attack the fleet or the facilities is to be met with massive retaliation.


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The Admiral looked down at the message as it slowly decrypted, a ball of ice forming in his stomach as he read it to himself. He turned to look out onto the sea, watching the other sailors as they scurried about the ship, moving about like a frenzied swarm of ants. The last war had ended years before and the Confederates had enjoyed the time of peace. Yet here it sat, this abominable order, telling him to drag himself and the rest of his enlisted men back into the fray. Shaking off his fear, he walked to his first mate and spoke.

"Inform the crew of our new orders, we're to embark in three days."

"Of course, sir"

The first mate quickly made his way from the room, leaving the Admiral and the other technicians to their duties. The Admiral paused for a moment, then walked to his chair and sat back down. Just as he did, one of his technicians swiveled in his chair, calling to the Admiral.

"Sir, word from the other divisions. They're going to deploy troops there too."

The Admiral sighed, bringing up a map of Mu and Victoriala on the console in front of him.

[Victoriala]

Near Dzong Pancasila,
Lotus Victoriala

The Sancakurma have reached the Purple-Scarlet fleet. They, with a force of their navy they expect to destroy any convist defense made on Kagyang-ho. The Hidramkurma has also released a force to attack Paramu and destroy any pro-convist forces out there. Both forces pray to their respective divinities to win the war and reclaim the Crimson Palace once again.

"Nagamayu, how much of our forces are there now?" Tribyung, seventh sword to ENS Kalaputra asked.

"Excellent question." Nagamayu took his flash drive and entered it on the on-board computer. "As of this, broadcast the ORBAT to the other Anti-Convist forces. And pray the Cpnvists never intercept it."

The screen lit up, and shows the Golden Seal, and next to it the inventory of their forces.

SANCAKURMA || HIDRAMKURMA
VISVAKURMA ORBAT

The Royal Army (Sancakurma)
6 Tanks (Nagamahu)
100 APCs
3,000 Standard Riflemen
150 Special Forces (Druk Jana)
5 Artillery Units
100 Humanitarian Aid Personnel
340 Transport Vehicles

Riflemen are divided into 100 "Kairang"

The Black Navy (Hidramkurma)
"The Seven Stars" (prime naval assets of the Kingdom)

• VSR Kalan
• VSR Adra
• VSR Mahayu
• VSR Lanjar
  
• VSR Sarvokrishna
• VSR Mahamuni
• VSR Sadashiv

4 Frigates

• VSR Nahon
• VSR Kejanta
  
• VSR Lianglong
• VSR Prakitjong

[Victoriala]

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NATIONAL | Savaraja declares temporary martial law
Crimson Court as military junta

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6 Oct 2014 | Sakka 6 Jyeshta 1986 | Posted by Lanhwa Parava

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#PrayforKagyangHo

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Savaraja Balasakra II in the Annual Vadhikka
(address) in Dzong Pancasila

The Savaraja has declared temporary martial law in his public Vadhikka (Royal Address) in Dzong Pancasila and has ordered the Crimson Court's high council to become the primal military council of the Visvarajakurma just yesterday in accordance to the emergencies happening within the country, especially against Convist Insurgents controlling Kagyang-Ho.

The Crimson Court's High Council are now the primary chiefs of staff of both the Sancakurma and Hidramkurma, and are now planning a joint military strike with Stephania against convist-controlled cities in the east, including Ambhidharma, Paramu and Taloyyak, and is now in dialogue with the said nation's commanding forces.

The current plans and date of the military expedition is currently classified.||ॐ||

[Veroxia]

The Veroxian Ministry of Foreign Affairs

TO: Premier of the Convist Republic of Victoriala

Dearest Premier,

The Federal Republic of Veroxia, a social-democratic state has been deeply concerned over the course of the conflict and wishes to support you in order to defeat those and unify your state once and for all. We will be sending an expeditionary force to support your state as well as of our ally, The Convist Union in this time. Here is the listed forces preparing to support your side of the conflict:
Troops: 27,000 - Quality: Medium
Spec Ops: 1,250 - Quality: High
Large Naval: 4 - Quality: Medium
Medium Naval: 13 - Quality: Medium
Naval Transport: 15- Quality: Medium
Special Naval: 5 - Quality: High
Fast Air: 30 - Quality: High
Fair Air: 15 - Quality: Medium
Slow Air: 20 - Quality: Medium
Special Air: 15- Quality: High
Defense Level: 8 out of 10

Sincerely,
Minister Jaroslaw Katowic of the Federal Republic of Veroxia

[Victoriala]

Jairong, Lotus Victoriala.

Jairong is one of the main bastions of the Lotus Banner, and a planned military base for Monarchists. As of now, there is nothing upon it but jungles and abandoned villages and tourism centers. The vector points of attacks from either side, Jairong poses a pivotal element in the Insurrection. Jairong shall decide who shall rule the Islands united and benevolent.

From Paramu, three corvettes of unknown identity (codenamed only "Kai", "Trang" and "Mai") comes upon the seas where this island lies. What is known is that they bear the Golden Sun upon Blue Skies. Convists. With nothing declaring their alignment under the Monarchists other than Crimson Banners with golden emblems of lotuses and srivatsas surrounding the isles, it will be easy.

Danghae Kalavitra of the "Mai" corvette looks toward the banner-guarded Jairong. At one moment he was surprised by such lack of defense before laughing. This is a joke, right? Danghae thought. But in a small moment he snapped out of it and began to order the operators and the other corvettes.

"Surround the island. Have our men there, break the banners and call Ambhidharma to set up defenses on Jairong." He ordered.

Mai, Trang and Kai has circled the island, and with the signal, shot the banners down and has deployed military forces.

An unknown soldier stepped forward on one of the fallen banners, holding a flag of the Convist Republic, for a short time contemplated, after a short recital of a mantra, he planted the Golden Sun upon the Blue Skies over the fallen Lotus.

"May the new order replace the old. May the age of kings end for a new era." He whispered.

The Soldier closed his eyes and kneeled, praying thanks to Sakra and Suran.

[Yalos]

Victoriala, Coastal Town,
Sondria

The Song of the Empress' Soldiers.

After having rested itself briefly for a night in Jairong, the Yalosii battlegroup set out, once again, refreshed and determined to crush the Convist usurpers, several crimson and ebony vessels tearing through the waves. The banner of the Phoenix Emperor fluttering listlessly over the proud hulls and intimidating arrays of missiles and aircraft, the force made good time, taking, perhaps, fewer precautions than it would have in any other scenario. After all, the only communists in the region, Rustonia, seemed to be relatively isolationists...as far as Rustonians went, anyhow. Still, the patrol craft were deployed, subs continued streaming information back to headquarters, and the operation went smoothly with little delay. They were, after all, soldiers of the Phoenix Empress--Disciplined, devout and fierce.

The first strikes came like smiting blows from heaven as the group descended upon a coastal town in the Northern Island. The calm of the morning was disturbed after a strenuous and meticulous reconnaissance with AWAC and Kutiomaya agents indicated a relatively cleared beach. Missiles roared from their pods, shrieking, busting into spirals of smoke, and smashing into buildings, shredding and alighting them like so many paper huts. Teams of Reformed Kutiomayan Stormtroopers--the Empress' Hands, as they were known-- began to descend, dotting the sea like ants as they yowled, charging into the safety of cover, supported by the relentless bombardment of munitions from coastal based gunships and destroyers. With the Phoenix Emblem wrapped around their heads in red and white bands, the men looked especially ferocious with their eyes nearly glazed clear in their zealotry.

A young village girl was out in the fields before the coast, giggling as she pulled up at the daisies. Then, she heard them.

The Phoenix Soldiers.

Without fully understanding why, he stubby little legs began to exert themselves, struggling in vain to outpace these foreign devils who soon over took her, and like wolves, stole her face with a clean swipe of a bayonet. And she was faceless, doomed to wander the underworld, devoid of her earthly beauty as the rabid huns closed on her family, who would soon join her.

Their combat boots kicking up clouds of dust, and their cries piercing the air, the men were an impetuous force of raw human chaos, mindless beasts who surged through the village, laying all they saw to waste. The cacophony of grim firepower and the telltale cackling of flames greeted drowsy villagers, hunted and torn down by the powerfully built wolves of war. Swords glinted, flashing, accompanied by pitiful roars of distress. Bayonets found themselves lodged in the chests of young women, and children were hung upon rafters by their school bags. The few taken prisoner were forced to suffer the indignity and horror of dragging away the bodies of their families and friends off to be cast into the sea.

As the blood of the foe began to flow into the nearby brush, the soldiers cheered, wiping their blood stained faces with sweaty hands, their glorious victory against Communism and Totalitarianism complete. As a final touch, a single man, adorned in feathers and gold, emerged into the square bearing a pack on his back, and a hose in his trembling fingers. A corpsman of the Izewaya Imperial Guard, accompanied by a small film crew. Taking a stance upon a the ruins of a small fixture, he began to speak.

"Brave Yalosii fighters," came his slightly muffled voice. "Today, we have earned a glorious victory against the revolutionary masses that would destroy law and order in Sondria!" Cheers and fists shot into the air--recent revolutions in Yalos were not so easily forgotten. These selfsame soldiers were bitter at the deaths of their own families and their own friends at the hands of socialists. "This village was one such stronghold--but we have eliminated it, and robbed the Convist scum of another stronghold! Now, let our resolution not falter! We have sought to defeat the foe on the battlefield! And so we shall!"

More cheering and applause.

"Was this necessary?" the masked man asked, rhetorically. "Did we need destroy the village?" The world was silent, his voice seeming to echo in the absence of sound.

"Yes!"

He roared savagely, after several moments of silence. "By not resisting the forces of Convism to the death, the villagers knowingly signed their support of radicalism and evil! They are guilty by not having resisting this intolerable evil! And so, my Brothers-" he chuckled, "we shall warn the next villages and cities to come--if you wish to be spared the flame and sword of our Crusader Yalosii army, repent, and raise arms against the Convists! Defend your sacred Victorialan soil! And only then-" he raised the hose, "will you be seen fit to live! Hail the Eyuka Empress, and Hail the Victorialan Monarchy! This is our ultimatum! Resist--or die!"

He raised his torch at the final building, and unleashed a serpent of fire.

The flames cackled in his visor, as the final vestiges of a formerly innocuous village were consumed by the vengeful serpent.

[Quirina]

RETCONNED

[Victoriala]

Island of Kogakayyamu,
Convist Victoriala (Alignment not truly specified, island only claimed by interim government)
right before the Yalos massacre.

Yati, a girl of five, picks her yellow flowers upon the yellow field. Of course, for the eyes of a young child it is beautiful, like the sea that was beside their village. She is collecting the daisies, giggling with delight. She was preparing them for mother. With excitement and innocence she sang a little song, taught to young Kayyani boys and girls once they learned to speak.

Kima, kima, hawaya ne
(Good earth, Good earth, I thank you)
Kima, kima, hawaya po
(Good earth, Good earth, We thank you)
Kima way miy murawshe
(Your lands are beautiful, indeed!)
Nawan kawo mahejane
(I pick your flowers if that is okay).

Singing this little verse repeatedly as she picks up the flowers, until sounds of marching took the attention of little Yati, with curiosity and fear she looked towards the sound's source.

Men in uniform, bearing some kind of iron spears, marching and disrespecting the fields of the good and kind earth.

Who were they? She thought. Why are they destroying the field?

She felt running, running along in cold fear, yet her legs are too feeble to outrun them. She looked back, and in a short moment the spear's blade slashed quick through her face. She was in pain, yet cannot scream.

She falls down, looking towards the holy sun, looking as the light begins to expand about.

She can only mutter.

why?

Seconds later, she can only see nothing, hear nothing, feel nothing.

She was in the mercy of the good and kind earth, unaware that blood shall be shed within the sacred fields.

[Doppio Giudici]

Off the coast
Capital Island, Victoriala
Sondria

"Master, what would you have me do." Natasha prayed "The world is smoke and everyone is a fool. Everything burns, everything hurts."

"You have strange prayers my friend." Charlie muttered "I'm confident that the Crystal Spirit hears them nonetheless."

"I don't need a miracle, I can bleed a miracle into place." Natasha grumbled "I need wisdom, I need guidance. This was supposed to be a golden age, a moment where we could show the world our loyalty to one another and our master"

"Perhaps you need to simply show the world that you care and that you are not to be fooled around with." Her friend offered "These are strange times and I doubt that you could be blamed for existing in them."

"So it's all about the mission, Operation Eternal Justice." Natasha stated

"The never ending struggle against universal unfairness and suffering." Charlie affirmed nodding "Of all the people to declare such a thing and do it honestly, your's have done so."

"I don't have enough faith, I don't pray enough..." Natasha admitted

"You will have plenty of time to redeem yourself, you're to busy curing disease and feeding hunger." Charlie reminded "Now let us get off our knees and get back to work, the day is calling for blood I fear."

They sat up, from their deep bows and sat on their knees for a second, before helping each other to their feet. There was a close brotherly hug, before she pulled down her hood. He offered her a date cookie and she took a bite out of it, before giving him a short bow. He returned it and they left the isolation room, walking back to the various rooms people slept in. Each of them knocked on two beds at a time, waking fighter after fighter after fighter. As each man and woman sat up in their beds, grabbing their gear for first meal; they could sense the bad news to come. During breakfast as they sat around various areas and ate, they hear what happened over the radio.

"Today the Suiyu have voted to partition their lands into four separate nations, in the hopes that the coming elections will allow the different political factions to choose to their own governments." The radio operator read "Verma, Eleutheri ,and Tanah have declared themselves 'protectorates', each providing a portion of their forces for humanitarian causes. This excludes those who already volunteered of course."

Charlie looked over at Natasha, remembering his mixed heritage as half Vermaian and half Suiyuian. Just months ago he was persecuted for his mixed blood, locked away in prison by the Holy Empire he was born in. The war was over now, millions were dead and there was martial law. A second time the "Hans" were beaten back and defeated, this time it was the other mainland that they watched over. The other one was filled with naval wrecks and harsh lands, who knew what was left of it. Natasha was asked and all she could say was that it was mostly empty now, they had been moved to the other mainland perhaps a few decades ago.

The radio operator made transmissions to the commercial docks around the island, asking for empty space to set up field hospitals and places to distribute free meals to those who were displaced. Various farms and places that sold food were offered various prices for large orders, along with borrowing cooks and laborers. The local authorities were asked what the laws were for private ownership of firearms, as they wanted to make it legal to open carry in the relief zones. The hope was that non-political factions, various tribes or families; would provide additional protection to the camps should ether side turn on it.

This war was going to be fought by oppressors against oppressors, both of them screaming about free will as they silenced dissent with weapons. All of the little factions coming from aways were here to paint things white and black, to put on white face-paint for clown-shooting. Such was life, all you could do is make sure that the volunteers didn't get the innocent caught in their blood feuds.

[Victoriala]

Explanation: It's empty coz you know, spies an all that.
doppio: what place are you talking about

Dzong Pancasila
Lotus Victoriala.

The Crimson Courtroom of Dzong Pancasila. Thirteen seats. One for the king, twelve for the court. One was empty, only laden with blessings and incense. The Savaraja comes presides over the main matters. He has also heard of the missiles shot by Axis forces within Ambhidharma. By now they expect any word from the Confederation of the Four or Gran Cuscatlan about the matter. Or their seers from the eastern islands.

After waiting, a messenger arrives. it's Biruma.

"Ah, Biruma! What news from the East?" The Savaraja asked.

"Our seers have deemed the Kagyang-Ho safe. Undamaged. Jairong is taken by Convist forces. Paramu is still full of aid from foreign allies of the enemy."

Balasakra taps the circular table quickly and repeatedly. "What about Ambhidharma? Any word from the Confederates? Is Dhangsho dead?"

Biruma felt sweat fall from him. He took a deep breath, and on his two legs stated what he needs to say. After all, he's a messenger.

"The City is empty."

Balasakra angrily took a deep breath and rubbed his temples. "I cannot believe it. What else is there?"

"Nothing else from what I got sir."

"Alright. We have to call back the whole Kurma back to retake Jairong with the seven stars. Call all military forces from allied nations within Dzong Pancasila and arrange for a taskforce to reconquer it. Zan, lead the council for now. I am leaving." Balasakra stood up.

"Where are you going, sir?" Houshen asked.

"I'm going to call the--" Another messenger quickly enters the room, cutting the king's sentence.

"Your Holy Majesty! Kogakayyamu..." The messenger pants.

"What is it?!" The King asked him.

"K-Ko-Koga...k-kayyamu...." The messenger begins to fall in tears.

"What is it?!?"

"Koga...kayyamu is massacred." The messenger sobs.

"I cannot believe this. Fucking fuck. We must never tolerate this." Zan anxiously "This is what is never supposed to be." He palmed his face.

Savaraja Balasakra only sighed. "Mahasakra help us."

"Who did it? The convists wouldn't kill what's in their own banner. Who ordered it?" He asked the messenger.

"The Phoenix Empire."

Savaraja cannot believe what he is hearing, yet heeded to it.

"Call what is left of the blue government. I'll message Yalos.

Curse those madmen if necessary."

Bhangduk Capitol
Convist Victoriala,
A day after the Kogakayyamu massacre
Some time after the Interim Government's evacuation to Bhangduk

"THEY DID WHAT?!?" Dhangsho cannot believe it. Three men and a young boy died in Ambhidharma, and has heard something far more worse. Yalos killed innocent people of Kogakayyamu. The Kayyani are now an extinct culture. The Phoenix swallowed an island whole, while the sun weren't looking.

"Sir, we still have good news. We have took Jairong with ease. We can attack Pancasila any minute now. We still have Paramu." His secretary said.

"Fuck that good news. What's it worth when innocent men, women and children were killed? Was it that they bear our banner? It's just dumb. And insane. Only the devil can do such madness." He was in tears. Crying on his desk he was comforted by his secretary.

"Gods be good their souls rest." He cried.

After a minute of tears, he stood up and wiped his face, keeping his emotions. He walks out of his office.

"Mai, message Dzong Pancasila. Now. And set up a televised speech to be broadcasted even in the Western Islands"

[Victoriala]

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FROM THE INTERIM SECRETARY OF THE CONVIST REPUBLIC OF VICTORIALA
MESSAGE OF CONDEMNATION

Oct. 9, 2014 CE,
Bhangduk City, C.R of Victoriala

We condemn the Phoenix Empire of their infamy against the murder of 700 native Kayyani natives and 90 Mainlander residents of Kogakayyamu. The Republic and Banner finds it as pure infamy and unacceptable to the grounds of human ethics.

Your Phoenix Soldiers have done something unforgivable and we consider this an unhonorable insult to us, the banner, the republic and the nation as a whole.

Signed,
Корыуд Тшанглан
Interim Secretary of the Convist Republic

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Savaraja Vadhikka | Sowkoenig Kalnen
The Lotus Throne in Exile
TO: The Phoenix Empire

We abhor your actions within the island of Kogakayyamu and we have declared the diplomatic warning of The Dragon's Defiance regarding the matter. You have killed innocent people who did not want to be involved about this war.

As per the dragon's defiance, any diplomatic move, either of peace or of war, are held in contempt of the kingdom and the crimson court and are regarded as hostilities.

:SIGNED BY THE FOLLOWING:
Savaraja Druk Vajraputra Vardhana Balasakra II
སབརཇ དྲུཀབཇྲཔུཏྲ བརྡྷན བལསཀྲ ༢

[Quirina]

RETCONNED after dealing with idiots non-military keyboard warriors.

[New Grestin]

Mu, Victoriala, The Eastern Islands.

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Tuesday, 14:00

The Admiral stepped off the landing craft, landing and sinking slightly in the mud. Troopers were moving about frantically, attempting to clear the area of civilians whilst engineers began examining the area and taking measurements. Sandbags and metal sheeting were being quickly offloaded and set about as several scout planes screamed overhead, accompanied by transport helicopters carrying more troops. As he stepped past several other soldiers, one of his lieutenants made his way through the crowd. Saluting, the Lieutenant spoke:

"Deployment is going smoothly, sir. We should have the FOC constructed in a day or so."

The Admiral looked behind him, noticing the soldiers trying to restrain a group of locals.

"Any issues from the, uh, locals?"

"We've taken a couple pot shots, here and there, but none of them actually hit anybody."

The Admiral began to turn back towards the ship, but the lieutenant stopped him.

"There is...one issue, though. We've gotten a couple field reports that the Anti-Convists...slaughtered civilians."

"What?"

"We-we can't confirm it yet, but that's what some of our agents were saying before we pulled them back. The troops haven't heard yet, but I can't guarantee anything when they do..."

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Confederate forces, having made landfall on the Convist-controlled island of Mu, have begun establishing a Forward Operations Center. The Confederate fleet will continue to move forward and attempt to blockade the waterways around the island, whereupon the fleet will begin moving into open waters. Tensions are high, both amongst the troops and Confederate High Command, having been forced to pull all National Security Bureau agents from the Royalist controlled areas shortly after the mobilizations began. The Royalist controlled zones were now little more than an intelligence black hole, leaving the Confederates with whatever knowledge they could intercept.

[Stasnov]

International waters
Stasnovan Expeditionary Force in Victoriala
2018 hours


The sight of the ships of Carrier Strike Group Alfa and the 23rd Destroyer Flotilla as well as the transports of the 64th Naval Infantry Regiment and the 49th Independent Vanguard (Spec Ops) Brigade dominated the scenery. The sun started to set and the yellow and orange lights of the sunset turned the otherwise dull and hazy ocean and the skies aboive it into canvas full of fiery colours. The large hulls of the ships smashed through the waves as they moved towards Victoriala.

On the bridge of the SNS Tormavkovo the single Kuznetov-Class Aircraft Carrier, and the flagship of the Stasnovan Expeditionary Force in Victoriala, Vice Admiral Alexey Shkuratov, the commander of the forces, was scanning the horizon with his binoculars. Let's hope that this ends quickly, he though. He hoped for a quick victory in Victoriala, but with so many Anti-Convist nations backing the Monarchy, a quick victory seemed impossible.

He heard rapid clanking from the direction of the stairs as his first Mate got in the room and saluted him

"Comrade Vice Admiral, you requested to see me?" he asked Shkuratov

"Yes. Do we have AEW&Cs in the air?"

"Yes sir, 3 Ka-31s in the air performing patrolls within a radius of 5 kms from our ships"

"Good. Any other aircraft in the air?"

"Yes sir, 5 MiG-29Ks, Kasatka Squadron, patrolling the skies above the fleet"

"I see. I want one more MiG squadron and 4 ASW Ka-27s ready in case of emergency.

"I'll see to it sir"

"Good. You can go now."

"Yes sir" said the first mate. He saluted and left to issue the orders.

The main plan was simple. The Stasnovan Expeditionary Force is to move together until they arrive at Convist-held waters, then, Carrier Strike Group Alfa would move ahead from the rest and ensure that the path to the islands is clear, while the 23rd Destroyer Flotilla would escort the troop transports. After they way is secured, the Marines and Vanguard Operatives will begin taking the small islands one by one with the support of the ships.

No one knows how this war will end, but one thing is certain, there will be bloodshed soon enough.

[El Cuscatlan]

Theme

Convist intervention in Victoriala needed supplies. Long supply lines were to be started to keep arms food and other stuff armies need, they were moving through the open ocean. Ideal target for wolves of the depths. Cuscatlán was going to prey on their war, turn their supply lines to lines of wrecked ships. And operation Shipwrecker was beginning.. now.

Newly promoted to commodore legend of Cuscatlani navy, Marcos Ramirez, looked into the sea.... it was so calm and beautiful. It reminded him of times when he and his wife were sitting in front of the gulf, before commies took her. Now Ramirez hated communism with passion. He turned around. Tierra del Fuego was cold land always. It was cold.

"Cold... it is so cold" he turned around to see Juan Alvarez Garcia, his captain. The man whom he trusted with his life. Alvarez was tall, well built man with few black rave features. They both smiled.

"Yeah, it is cold" replied with sadness in his eyes Ramirez. But the fact he was coming to avenge his wife made him laugh almost uncontrollably second later.

"It is time" said Garcia, turning around and entering below.

"Yes..." said Marcos, before turning around and following his friend "Time indeed".

He entered below, into enormous hull of Yasen - class submarine. Powerful beast alongside with three others of it's kind, two Akula-II and two Oscar - II was leaving naval base in Tierra del Fuego. The subs then divided themselves. Marcos stood in the command centre, and told via radio before the sub begun to descend below the waters:

"Reports via radio every twelve hours" he changed from sad old man into beast coming for communist blood "happy hunting, over!"

And the enormous subs descended below the waters. Then they divided themselves. Each sub was assigned to specific sector on the road to Victoriala, to ensure that no transport will be left untouched. Oscars were to act as fire support in case when a bigger convoy was found.

OPERATION SHIPWRECK HAS BEGUN!

11th Submarine Division (4 Yasen class).
12th Submarine division
- 1st Attack submarine group ( 2 Akula-II class )
- 1st Guided missile submarine group ( 2 Oscar II class )

[Quirina]

RETCONNED after dealing with non-military keyboard warriors.

[Victoriala]

Public Statement from the Government of the Convist Republic
Broadcasted publicly to the whole archipelago, to all belligerents except Yalos
Hello, everyone. I am the Transitional Premier of the Convist Republic of Visvaraja. As was heard, we have left Ambhidharma empty. But as of recent developments within Kogakayyamu island by the Phoenix Empire, I cannot think of anything worse regarding the situation. They are innocents. They have nothing to do with this war and this is unbearable.

Because of this, (pauses speech shortly, covers face, breathes deeply) we request a long ceasefire and a talk with the Savaraj. This is a time of mourning.

(Walks away)

[McNernia]

THEME:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=joZaJqyl2S0&list=PL5FC8E20A4247BC9E

HMNB Daiku
Submarine Bays
Section A


The massive submarine bays held the Lanchev fleet for the Kaisong Islands. The submarines loomed over the uniformed crew members who stood to attention in the bay. The commodore of the group stood looking over the ships and their crews. He smiled.

"Friends, sailors, warriors, lend me your ears. The hour is nigh we are to sail to the aid of our friends who ride across the sea. We are to do what we do, we are to venture into the depths against a great and terrible foe. We shall engage the foe in the depths and on the surface. We are submariners of the Royal Navy of the Empire, the greatest of fleets. Among the worlds navies we have had our victories and defeats. But we learn and become stronger. Now we go with the Lord at our side to battle once more. Strict EMCON and war conditions are in effect."

The crews saluted and filed to the ships that were wating. 1 Type B lanchev would be used for the command and control of the fleet keeping its distance and preforming reconnaissance work to allow the other boats. Four Lanchev-A vessels that were built to hunt ships and two type C vessels rigged up for launching cruise missiles that would be used to devastate the larger Convinist convoys. The standing order was to sail out. The McNernian ships were towed out by tugboats and then they would be under their own power as they made their way out of the harbor.

International Waters
Approaching Monarchist Held Victoriala

The ship was at condition 2, one step away from battle stations, the CAP had been increased from three to six planes in teams of two around the fleet. It was a grim sort of thing they were setting out to do, the destruction of the Convinists would be one step closer to the defeat of the Blue and Red menace and world peace that would cause the world to be better. Then the report came in.

Phoenix Empire engages in alleged. Set condition 1 Immediate and stand by

The McNernian fleet immediately went to battle alert, the sound of sirens rang out over the night covered sea. The ships doused their lights as crews rushed around. The crews moved through their ships donning body armor, helmets and vests being donned as well as hoods to protect against a possible fire. The crews were at their stations within minutes.

"Admiral all ships report ready."

"Good, be ready for anything."

And the fleet moved closer.

From:The Office of the Prime Minister of the Kingdom of McNernia
To:Crimson Court in Exile
Cc:Office of the Premier of the Convinist Republic
Sec:MOST SECRET
Sub:Yalosii Actions

Greetings

Know that though we support the Crimson Court in the matters of governance but perhaps we may come to an accord. None the less that is not why I address both parties.

I write to you on the subject of the Yalosii. They have come in support of the Crimson Court but they have engaged in such actions that have deemed them war criminals.

You want us to cleanse them from your lands. Let us do it.
Signed
His Excellency the Rt Hon Brian Tyler PM Of McNernia

[New Grestin]

"And then I said, 'that's not a joystick! That's my-"

The lieutenant paused his story, causing the other soldiers around him to pause as well. Everyone seemed rather confused for a moment, then terror broke out amongst the troopers as explosions rang out above them. Flaming wreckage fell from the skies, turning the area around the landing zone into an inferno. Bombs began to fall just after, blasting landing craft and buildings into the air. The nearby destroyers were no safer, as explosions rocked their hulls and tossed them about at sea.

The enlisted men, horrified, ran for cover as explosions and death surrounded them. The Admiral, standing on the bridge of their Carrier, was thrown backwards as the ship was hit. Anti-Aircraft guns pelted the air around the vessels, though it was difficult to tell if they were even hitting anything. The lieutenant, sprinting into the nearby overgrowth along with several other soldiers. The explosions continued, flinging mud and human body parts about like children's toys. The base, or rather it's skeleton, was obliterated in moments, flinging shrapnel into the nearby village.

The civilians, having been protesting the base for hours, even after the Admiral himself came to discuss the issue with them, were no safer. The death and destruction consumed many of them as they fled back towards the village and any cover they could find. The anguished screams of the dead and the dying seemed to overwhelm the explosions themselves.

Then it was over.

The Lieutenant and the other soldiers stood up, walking out into the decimated landscape. Looking around, the Lieutenant simply stopped and fell to his knees, his own men forced to comfort the man meant to lead them. The Admiral, though somewhat injured, stepped out onto the deck to witness the carnage. Much of the landing party was scattered or outright dead, those in the carrier had better luck, however. Of the 5,000 already on the beach, only a little over 1,000 remained. When final count was taken, 14,506 of the initial force remained, 1 destroyer was damaged to the point that it would have to be brought back for repairs, 2 corvettes were seriously damaged, the carrier was damaged, but not inoperable, and 8 Strike fighters were completely destroyed.

The Admiral watched as medical personnel rushed out to the shore to aid the wounded, a cold breeze moving through the air and chilling him, even through his jacket.

It was going to be a long day.

RETCONNED DUE TO OOC ISSUES

[The High Lords]

SDS Charbinsky
Fifth Fleet
The Island of Mu
Admiral Timofeyevich

The Fifth Fleet had not seen much significant action, apart from minor skirmishes and patrol missions. It had deployed itself around the northern passage around the Island of Mu, on SEC-DEF duty. (Security and Defense) Timofeyevich was mainly concerned with the island's safety, and his own Fleet's. Other Convist supporters would be positioned in other areas around the Convist-controlled zones, but the Admiral did not know where. All he knew was what the United Motherland told him, and the orders he received from the High Lords back in the Soviet Dominion.

"Contact in the Southwest! Two 16-footers, I count thirteen men. Deploy?" called out a man on the Bridge.

"Deploy. Send out the warning sirens, I don't want any lives lost, Convist or otherwise." ordered the Admiral. He didn't want to start any fights, and he didn't want to be provoked into one.

But if they wanted a fight, he'd be more than happy to raise hell for them.

Patrol Boat Carasus
Fifth Fleet
The Island of Mu
Captain Makovich

Change course immediately. Move away from the Fleet, or face the consequences. Change course immediately. Move away from the Fleet, or face the consequences.

The loudspeakers on the Charbinsky had been blaring this on repeat, like a bad song, for the past five minutes. The contacts, two 16-foot longboats, had come closer, but mainly restrained themselves to testing the boundary. Makovich wasn't going to let some upstart fools cause trouble. He ordered his boat to go to full speed and to intimidate the contacts.

"I see them armed! AKs and a possible RPG." someone called out. This isn't going to be a good one. realized the Captain. If that RPGer was a crackshot, and managed to hit something important on the Carasus, he'd be fucked. The boat wasn't exactly a new one, only refurbished from the old Tsarist era of the 70's.

The Carasus sped closer to the contacts, but at a 90º angle from the west. Perhaps in response to that, the contacts split apart, and sped as fast as their puny recreational engines could get them to go. When the Carasus approached, the nearest contact, consisting of 6 men, opened fire. Flashes of light and distant pops sent bullets flying toward the hull of the Patrol Boat. Sailors on the bow ducked, avoiding the shots. Some impacted with the Bridge's windows, but the reinforced structure only left circular blotches.

"Damn! Apply countermeasures! Call signal!" the Captain yelled out in panic. He wasn't supposed to be panicking, but this was his first combat mission. And he wasn't expecting some idiots to actually believe they could take on the Navy's Fifth Fleet. "Is the Charbinsky going to take 'em?" he inquired.

"Charbinsky, Carasus. Charbinsky, Carasus. You takin' 'em?" radioed an operator. The response was immediate.

"Carasus, Charbinsky has guns trained. Carasus, fire warning shots at contacts."

Makovich understood the reply, and let his training take over. "Warning shots! Fire, fire, fire!" In response, the onboard .50 began firing into the water in front of the contacts. Makovich saw one of the men on the boats pick up something. So, it was a RPG! he realized. "Duck, duck, duck!" he shouted, diving into the ground. As the .50 trained onto the threat, the RPG fired.

Makovich plugged his ears, which lessened somewhat the astounding loudness of the explosion. He heard two more bangs, but they were further away.

"Carasus, Charbinsky. Carasu- ... -sky. You allright over th-..." the radio blurted. Makovich got up, and shuffled over to the radio, before seeing that it was partly damaged. He looked around, only to see men lying down and bleeding, although some were alive. The RPG gave a direct hit to the Patrol Boat's Bridge. Makovich knew he needed help, and the Carasus wasn't going to be operational for a while. Finding the emergency kit, he took out an orange gun. He fired directly into the air, releasing a bright flare that the Fifth Fleet saw.

SDS Kalinigav
Eleventh Fleet
South of Shanahavan Island
Captain Jørmundssen
Two hours later

Jørmundssen had heard of the Carasus' battle with some belligerents, and the boat's eventual disabling. Command back at the Soviet Dominion's reaction was immediate and ferocious. They outlined a protocol of zero-tolerance. If the unknown contacts approaching any vessel or aircraft don't heed initial warnings, they were to be shot apart immediately. Jørmundssen had no problem with that, since they'd had their share of contacts since then, and they all ended up as messes of metal, wood, and flesh in the sea.

Apart from that, Jørmundssen was pre-occupied with the logistics of keeping his planes in the air. Support ships were due to arrive any hour and replenish the Carrier's jet-fuel. Admiral Remeshev had positioned the Eleventh Fleet south of the island, and ordered all ships to keep a channel open to the Sixth Fleet, which was just past the Island. Big things were happening, but neither the United Motherland or the High Lords had bothered to keep the Captains up to date with that.

So much for that.

The Marsk
Transport Fleet
En Route to the "Bigger Island"
ETA - 1 day

The Fleet was only a Transport one, but it looked like a mish-mash of ships with no real purpose. Whatever came up on satellite view, however, was sure to signify something big going down. The Marsk was the largest of them all (OOC: comparable to the Maersk Triple E), with only two others of its class in the Fleet. It was technically a cargo-class transport ship, for commercial purposes, but the Soviet Dominion had commandeered these three vessels. Inside it was a treasure trove of amphibious assault ships, and there were plenty more on top. True, there were other military ships more appropriate for this purpose, but the Soviet Dominion insisted that as many as possible were sent over to the Islands.

[Sebtopiaris]

Pancasila, Monarchist-held Victorialia
With a fuzzy bit of static signifying its waking, the radio crackled to life. "you're almost there", said the radio in a quickly-spoken mixture of ohss and ihss with extreme urgency to a helmet-clad pilot ," please do try to bomb defences and avoid cultural sites and densely-populated zones- this is a revolution, not a mindless quest for collateral damage. We all know how well quihsquihs did trying to get to Rocaria with those flame-throwing zihpoeihx tanks and abundant genocide, after all. I mean, sure, it was the 1930s, but-" "-shut up and get to the point!", yelled a second voice into the radio, provoking a whimper from the first voice. "In other words, get rid of the defences, heavily bomb the outer city and weaken the shit out of the place so that we can get some boots on the ground", the first voice continued before the radio crackled once again and descended into silence.

sixteen planes, armed with bombs and missiles, flew west from the sunrise, leaving trails of vapour as they soared across the spectacularly-coloured horizon. Below them, the shores of Pancasila, stained golden by the sunrise, were lapped at by tropical waters that hosted a spectacularly colourful array of tropical reefs that would be revealed later in the day as the tropical sun lit up the war-torn archipelago and shed light on its natural beauty. It was such a shame that this war needed to happen- that a smug, balding turd that looked like your average general practitioner and was elected by some superstitious divine right ceremony of sorts wouldn't let the people have the government they wanted just because he would lose his power in doing so. It was time to show them the voice of the people- the roaring of supersonic jets and the thunder of bombs blossoming over monarchist defences like beautiful flowers of fire.

Soon, the first bombs fell, destroying anti-aircraft guns on the outskirts of the city before people could even man them. Military barracks were flattened, and the outer city was soon filled with craters and potholes of varing sizes. Chaos broke out in the city, with people and even the military panicing and struggling to stop the pro-convist bombers from threatening their exiled throne. It was to late to act, however, and the city was weakened significantly before the jets rocketed back to the east. Nobody knew it yet (OOC: future operations are secret in this post), but a fleet of tanks and several thousand soldiers would land at the island's shores and make this city surrender to the glory of the revolution.

Haeloeihs nahoos Sehbtoepeearihs! Soesahlihsuhmihs nahoos sihndrohihs-vohrihkihs!

[The High Lords]

SDS Charbinsky
Fifth Fleet
The Island of Mu
Admiral Timofeyevich

"Uh... Admiral?" a voice came out from the left side of the Bridge.

"Yeah?" was the reply.

"We've got potential contacts... And some weird jamming blotches. We sent it over to NAV-COM, and they said something's coming our way. It's a big-ish one. Take a look at the satellite images, think we can handle it?"

"I'm not sure... We could take them on, if they were standard Navy, but they're probably armed to the fucking teeth. Did NAV-COM send any orders?"

"Nope. They just told us there's a fleet out there. I guess it's up to ya."

"Alright... Get back behind the island, until reinforcements arrive. We're retreating from the zone for now." the Admiral ordered, "And get all the radars, sonars, whatever the hell we've got. Put up the AEGIS, everything. I wanna make sure we're not blind for when they jam us. Get our special frequencies up, notify the Special Division that we're using them - I want them guarding the lines at all times.

"Goddamn it! Stasnov is en route here! Get something to them!"

"We can't! Frequencies are getting some shit jamming!"

"Well, so as long as we're heading that way, let's get to the Stasnov Fleet." he ordered, frustrated.

"And get those subs prowling. They see something coming, they hit it. And jam their shit!" he added quickly, turning away. Timofeyevich saw a plane on the deck of the Charbinsky, and shouted, "GET THAT DAMN PLANE IN THE AIR!".

SDS Kalinigav
Eleventh Fleet
South of Shanahavan Island
Captain Jørmundssen

"What's that now?" Jørmundssen asked.

"We're to redeploy. NAV-COM's orders." the comms officer replied.

"And the Admiral let this go through?" he said, in disbelief. Urlisch wasn't usually the one to follow orders like those.

"Yep. And we're going right back where we came from. Catch is, there's fleets between us and the zone. Stasnovan Fleets are going to be in combat against enemy forces anytime, and we're to reinforce."

"Just us?"

"Others will aid them. The 8th is also going, too. We'll be fine."

"What of the 6th?"

"They'll probably pull back behind the island, just like the 5th."

"Alright. Radars up, Sonars up, AEGIS, Special Division, you know the drill."

SDS Faelarn
Eighth Fleet
En route with Transport Fleet
Admiral Horande

"South, south, south!" Horande ordered. The Aircraft Carrier lurched down to the left, turning hard. The entire 8th Fleet had to get out of the way of less manuverable ships, such as The Marsk, and heading south. Since the routes down to "The Bigger Island" were pretty much open, NAV-COM felt okay with letting them continue without a Soviet Dominion escort.

A mug slid off the counter, and crashed down to the floor. "Damn!" Horande cursed. That was his only cup of coffee at the Bridge, the usual coffepot was missing, and he'd have to go all the way back to the mess hall.

"Can we go any faster? Or can they slow the hell down!?" he demanded. The Marsk wasn't helping any, and it needed to divert its course if the Faelern was to get out of the formation. Slowly, but surely, the Aircraft Carrier managed to exit the formation, and join up with the rest of the 8th. Its destination, Stasnov's Fleet.

[OOC: FOR ALL FLEETS: At least 3 types of radars are up, 2 sonars are pinging, and subs are on an kill-on-sight on other subs. (Ships too, but those are dependent.) Planes are also expected to be in the air. Jamming other fleets, if applicable. Sorry for the messy responses to certain things I missed, but goddamn it, I need sleep. Later!]

[Victoriala]

Maoming
Lotus Victoriala

The King is dead! The King is dead!

A messenger shouted upon the city. Sebtopian forces has bombarded Dzong Pancasila. The King is dead. First son to the late King Vardhanahari V, he was a man of fairness and equality, a monarch who believes in harmony of ideologies and of coexistence of contrasting beliefs, he continued the reforms that was began by his father, and the king before him. With this war, he was unsafe against the fires brought upon the zealous allies of the blue banner. His death was inevitable.

People marched in processions all across the safe cities right after hearing the news, holding banners and pennants, portraits of the king and various religious trinkets, praying and reciting the Sakkapada in mourning. They fear that this shall be the last time the Golden Srivatsa be flown.

People across the Lotus-controlled lands were weeping.

"The Srivatsa shall be our shield." It became their mantra.

A new dynasty must be heralded.

Ruins of Dzong Pancasila
Lotus Victoriala

The fortress was in ruins.

The once beautiful gardens were riddled in smoke and of ash. The mist curses the fires in anger.

Out of the dead, a young man, laying in the ground, his robes tattered in the chaos, was within what was once the great hall. He was still breathing.

His family is dead, his sister, his father, his younger brothers. All dead.

Out of the dark skies the sun shone.

His eyes open, his lungs suddenly gasp.

He's awoken.

He stands up, and looks around the chaos.

He sobs upon the ruins. Hope is lost.

Is Sakra merciful? He asked himself.

He walked to the inner part of the island, groggy and weak.

It's all up to him.

[Gigaverse]

Ruins of Dzong Pancasila, Lotus Victoriala
Sakahara Shinji, Knight Marshal, [???]
1830 Hours (Local Time)

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He walked slowly through the rubble along with a dozen of other men, his ever-melancholic eyes gazing into the former beauty and deathly silence of the grounds he was treading. Everything was bringing back bad memories to him, as he shook his head and discarding his own flashbacks, focusing once more on reality.

"What a place to be at the exact moment.", he said.

"Sire...?"

The esquire accompanying him asked. Shinji then spotted dead bodies as he scoured.

All of those familiar faces. It pained him to see them. But his tears didn't fall; perhaps stemming from the fact that he had seen so many dead bodies before, sometimes in much larger concentrations. That alone probably stole his ability to cry without acting - the most human of all actions or emotions.

He heard sobbing. Looking around for a few seconds, he finally found a survivor. A young man wearing ragged robes; presumably member of the passed royal family.

"... Hey, you; sobbing wreck.", he said to catch the person's attention.