When Will the Sun Rise? (Closed|ATTN, Sondria)

by **Yalos** » Sun Nov 02, 2014 8:22 pm

When Will the Sun Rise? (Closed|Attn, Sondria)

Jagisville, Alkharanian
The Region of Sondria,
Alkharanian Worker's Third Army

A solitary tank roared along a quiet forest path, its gears rumbling hoarse growls of gasoline and sheer, armored firepower. A doe leap out of the way as the tank sped along, barrelling through a fallen log, snapping the wood cleanly apart, shattered by the tank’s unstoppable, unnatural force of forged steel and tracks. Six young soldiers, with their Kalashnikovs readied in their trembling fingers, and their military caps sloppily tossed on their heads, sat atop, scarcely able to believe that, just weeks before, they had been stressing over their school exams. Their breaths came like mists in the frigid air. These were no hardened veterans of savage wars like the elite of the Yalosii Worker’s Red Guard--these were the flesh and blood, the conscript infantry of the great Alkharanian motherland, boys dressed in uniforms to make war upon men who were foreign to them. Their motherland had called them, and they had answered, not by choice, indeed, but by force.

A shot rang out, and the tank crunched to a stop. The boys did as they had been trained--they leapt awkwardly off the sides, rolling into the underbrush, clutching their rifles as they spiraled into the dense knots of brambles and bush. An enemy infantry fire team was somewhere up ahead, concealed, indeed, and concealed well.

“Get down!” the leader of the group yelled, clutching his ushanka with one hand, while feeling around for his fallen rifle.

The tank continued to endure the fire, as bullets glanced harmlessly off its armor. Its gun suddenly turned, aligned itself with a distant stone, and roared, hurling death at the concealed foe. There was no sound, save that of the torn boulder, and the shots suddenly stopped. For what seemed to be eternity, the men dared not the breath, to stir, fearing some insidious plot to slay them, and lay their lives low. Soon, it became clear that nothing stirred. The young soldiers began to crawl to their feet, their legs shaking, as they edged towards the scattered stone, and the road ahead, stained with little red droplets, disgusted and surprised at what this war began to entail. The tank seemed to ignore them, however, and began rolling forward again, as if nothing had happened, forcing them to sprint to catch up, coming across a beaten down, wooden sign.

“Welcome to New Jagisville--city limits. Capital of the Southern Alkharanian Principality of Jagisville. No Yalosii vehicles permitted past this location without permit.”

As if on que, the tank ran over the offending sign, crunching it like so much as a sheet of tinfoil, and the soldiers clambered back on top, coming to the hill overlooking the city below, a burning mess of smoke and torn, one proud skyscrapers, now ruins. Several red flags dotted the city scape, and numerous bomber craft roared above, flying missions of chaos and doom, and the six boys felt a tremendous sense of...power. In the city below, thousands of desperate Jagisvillian Gendarmeries fought the pincer of Yalosii armor with pistols, grenades and shotguns, as tanks smashed open schools, shops and private homes, spreading decay wherever their boots jackboots stepped.

Down in the streets, a three Yalosii red guardsmen, veterans of the civil war, kicked down the door of a small pottery shop where a single man with a flimsy pistol stood, fear emanating from his body, his eyes forced open in shock and horror. Before he could even lift his gun, a bayonet was crudely lodged in his eye, a bullet into his stomach, and a thrown knife in his neck, chiseling fountains of red fountains inundating from his body. They silenced his screams of agony with a boot to the face and a bullet to the cranium before suddenly turning upon the woman huddled in the back, her baby in a bonnet, trying to hide from them in the shadows of the shelves of merchandise, mostly shattered, on the walls.

“Please...” she cried.

"That is a cross that you bear around your neck" one of the soldiers observed.

"Please..."

"By the will of Allah almighty," the foremost of the trio closed his eyes, fingering his rifle.

"My baby..." tears flowed liberally down her sand-stained, once virgin, unblemished face, engendering a thin murky muddy substance which dripped down the side of her sooty cheeks. Her chest heaved, up and down, in massive whelps, indicative of her trauma, but it was no matter. The soldier, loyal servant of Allah as he was, reached into his pocket, chanting scripture, and fixed a sole bayonet to the barrel of his Kalashnikov.

"Fight then in Allah's way...rouse the believers to ardor maybe Allah will restrain the fighting of those who disbelieve..." the soldier mumbled, and with a mighty blow, he extinguished her life, the force of his force throwing her into the walls, shattering the boards and leaving the baby to roll, crying and wailing, onto the wooden floor, whereupon a boot crushed his infantile head.

"Allahu Akbar," he hissed.

by **Marquesan** » Thu Nov 06, 2014 9:45 pm

The Royal Policy Institute, Ministry of State.

• 18 Rue Lumière, Fatu Hiva, Préfecture Remire, îles Marquises.

• (+65) 1 22 57 66 32 90 • affairesdletat.min.mqs

• Dr. Claude Chalier, Minister.

OFFICIAL CORRESPONDENCE.
From the Office of the Shōgun, Palace of the Ocean Throne,
La Citadelle Des Etoiles, Nuku Hiva, îles Marquises.
• To: The Alkharanian Worker's Party of Yalos.
• Importance: Highest, Emergency Missive.
• Subject: Jagisville Invasion.
• Encoding: Encrypted, Secure.

To All Whom These Presents Shall Come, Greetings.

This most recent incursion into Jagisville has thrown into light the unwarranted and aggressive tactics the Yalosii government uses to subjugate and oppress its people. You may rest assured that you will not be permitted to force upon your neighbors anarchy, ruin and death without consequence. Intelligence gathered from refugees fleeing Jagisville implicates your government in religious persecution not only at home but now abroad in its "annexation" of a peaceful city-state. It is my foremost intention to see Jagisville liberated of your cruel and undisciplined armies, such vile acts as have been evidenced shall not be permitted among civilized nations. Should you fail to respond to this missive within 72 hours by withdrawing all combat forces from the vicinity of Jagisville, this missive shall serve as notice that a state of WAR will then exist between the Yalosii government and the Shogunate of the Marquesas.

With gravity,

by **Crontor** » Fri Nov 07, 2014 6:50 pm

Sondria;
Alkharania;
Imperial Federation of Crontor;
Vrontor Administrative District;
Alvardi Province;
Fort Jole:

The growing roar of jet engines was largely ignored by the tens of millions of residents of the city of Jole. A trio of F-97D Super Cerastes made wide passes over the skyscrapers and streets, drawing little attention from the people going about their business below. Such was a common occurrence, even the convoys of armored vehicles that on occasion shut down the central highways drew no more resistance than a roll of the eyes from local residents. The capital of the Vrontor Administrative District, Jole was the largest city in the Imperial Federation’s small holdings on the continent of Alkharania, an entire administrative district encompassed within a single province. Jole was the crown jewel of a dusty and neglected crown, the region of the Imperial Federation most associated with the word ‘backwater’. Vrontor was the last colonial territory acquired by the Imperial Federation, who long after the settlement of Beblis had set out across the Orange Channel to the desolate continent of Alkharania where hardy settlers had carved out a foothold. Even today, it was a foothold, home to hundreds of millions of Crontorians and a hive of economic activity, but compared to the mainland, severely lacking in economic and political power.

In the CAF, it was often joked that Vrontor was the Imperial Federation’s largest Forward Operating Base. With ample land and an abundance of resources, it had been easy for the Imperial Federation to establish a well-developed military infrastructure in Vrontor. Fort Jole, a military installation housing millions of personnel, rivaled even the greatest bases in the mainland, namely Fort Rock and Fort Echeron. Home to Northeastern Command, it was a constant hive of activity, an ever present watchman for the unstable states of northern Alkharania and the terrorist groups that lived there. It was Northeastern Command that had managed Operation Pit Viper and the continued fight against Al Hafa. In addition, the command was tasked with providing material support to Eastern Command based in the Anchli Isles or Northern Command based in the far north of the Imperial Federation. For a political and economic backwater, Vrontor was militarily vital.

Circling again around the city, the Super Cerastes broke off and headed dead east. Despite the regularity of combat aircraft in the skies over Jole, they were usually training or traveling. These Super Cerastes were doing neither, instead, their weapon bays full and tanks topped with fuel, they were ready for combat as these rocketed towards the border with the nation of Jagis. A border that had remained quiet for centuries was now was now drawing the attention of the CAF, from Fort Jole all the way to the Crontorian Military Pyramid in Vienna. Jagis had been a nominally neutral state, receiving quiet injections of Crontorian aid and encouragement to hunt down terrorists and potential troublemakers within its borders with the assistance of the CIS, who had operated secret prisons from time to time within Jagis’ borders.

Now Jagis was under attack and the Imperial Federation looked on helplessly as Yalosian soldiers marched further westward easily throwing aside the paltry resistance offered by the defenders in Jagis. Regular combat units of the Crontorian Army had been dispatched to the border as soon as Vienna had been briefed on the invasion. Field Armies from installations near the border were mobilized and deployed at border checkpoints, bolstering the Border Control and Security Administration already peering east. From watchtowers and fortified checkpoints, the Crontorians looked through their binoculars nervously, waiting to see the first glimpse of the invaders drawing closer and closer to their border.

Sondria;
Hellas;
Imperial Federation of Crontor;
Crontor Administrative District;
Columbia Province;
Crontorian Federal Building:

So far, the response from Vienna had been muted. The CIS estimated that it would take several weeks for Yalos to take full control of the nation, perhaps even two months. Even these figures were made assuming that the invaders continued at their breakneck speed and were not bogged down by stiffened resistance at any point during their westward march. The speed of the advance had shocked the Imperial Federation, who had never given Yalos much credit, and had prompted emergency meetings of top level Crontorian officials. With the Imperial Advisory Council in session, the President sat with his cabinet and began laying out the Crontorian response and preparing contingency campaigns for possible combat.

After several hours of meeting with his cabinet, President Carter faced the press, appearing in the Press Room of the Federal Building before domestic and international media. This was the first major foreign policy crisis faced by the Carter administration, a government that had largely enjoyed the quiet stability that had befallen Sondria ever since the departure of his predecessor, President Cranico. Carter had been left to tackle domestic issues, paying little attention or care to largely non-existent international issues. Now the Imperial Federation had a war on its eastern border which took far more precedent than promoting traditional cultural values or reforming curriculums in the eyes of the public. Instead, they were transfixed by the war being broadcasted from next door, with the Ministry of Education mega-screen sitting on the Federal Plaza showing a roll of amateur footage shot in Yalos and peeled from the internet of atrocities being carried out in Yalos. Televisions across the nation switched to see the President as billions of Crontorians stopped mid-action as he began to speak.

“My fellow Crontorians, earlier today I was shocked to learn that our nation is now under direct threat. The nation of Jagis, which sits on our eastern border, was yesterday attacked in an unprovoked and unjustified invasion by the nation of Yalos. Without rhyme or reason, the military forces of the nation of Yalos have pursued a campaign of aggression that has violated the sovereignty of Jagis and the sanctity of our international system. At the present, the very notion of international peace and goodwill is under direct threat.”

“Already, the Imperial Federation has learned that the nation of Yalos has committed mass atrocities during their campaign, including but not limited to, ethnic cleansing, decapitations of captured civilians, and the destruction of religious buildings and icons. These atrocities should not and will not be tolerated in our region and I call upon the Sondrian Regional Council to take immediate action against the nation of Yalos to halt these atrocities.”

“I have already ordered the Crontorian Armed Forces to make ready for a rush of refugees and the Imperial Federation will be deploying units of the Crontorian Army to the nation of Jagis in order to establish a safe zone for refugees. This safe zone will encompass any territory in which CAF units are operating and we implore the good people of Jagis to stand firm against these barbarians. Help is on the way. For those who can stand and fight, continue your fight. For those who cannot, the Imperial Federation will give you sanctuary. Any attack on CAF peacekeepers or civilians within the safe zone will be considered an act of war against the Imperial Federation and will incur the full power of the Imperial Federation and the Crontorian Armed Forces against the aggressor.”

“Thank you and may the Crokon bless the Imperial Federation.”

Sondria;
Alkharania;
Imperial Federation of Crontor;
Vrontor Administrative District;
Alvardi Province:

Although the enemy axis of advance had not reached past the capital of Jagisville, the CAF was wasting no time mobilizing units to head them off. Even before the enemy reached a range to cause worry, the refugee crisis would be the first rush of foreigners that the CAF would have to contend with. President Carter had already made the decision to open the nation to the flow of refugees and committed the CAF to protecting them within safe zones, which the CAF would then be responsible for establishing within Jagis. Without a central government to approve such actions, the Imperial Federation had decided to go ahead and deploy their forces. If local resistance was met, hopefully it would be dealt with quickly and forcefully.

It would take days for sizable formations to fully mobilize and begin trekking across the border, leaving NORESCOM to rely on its quick reaction forces to establish a foundation for the oncoming flood of Crontorians. Sitting on the tarmac at Fort Rhysarum, Fort Ahto, and Fort Elsium were three of the CAF’s Airborne Light Infantry Regiments. These bases, the closest Crontorian military installations to Jagis were now sending thousands of helicopter borne light infantry to establish forward posts for the Field Armies that would establish a more permanent presence inside Jagis. Hundreds of UY-1Y Venoms sat idling, waiting for the last of their passengers to load up before setting off into the evening sun.

Passing up and over the concrete walls of their bases, the Venoms headed east in what looked like a never ending line stretching from each base as the soldiers surveyed the territory below. The land immediately surrounding each base was urban, but the city blocks and rows of houses quickly gave way to sparsely populated areas and then eventually rolling plains dotted with trees and the occasional cluster of buildings representing a rural town. These all but disappeared as the soldiers neared the border and were replaced by expansive walled compounds filled with ramshackle houses and tents. There were refugee camps, home to tens of millions of former citizens of Yalos who had fled back during the revolution that saw the installation of their current government. The Cranico administration had welcomed refugees with open arms ten years ago, assuming that the refugees flooding over the border would be temporary guests. Years later, the tent cities had become permanent structures and a government in exile established under the watchful eye of the Imperial Federation.

Residents of the camps ran from their houses or looked to the sky at the hundreds of helicopters passing overhead, low and fast. All had heard by this point of the aggression of their home nation and their march westward. Now their host country appeared to be marching east, putting them on a collision course with Yalos. Conflict would inevitably follow.

by **Gristol-Serkonos** » Fri Nov 07, 2014 11:04 pm

Official Correspondence from the Rieshistagi.
The Sovereign Empire of Gristol-Serkonos.

To: The Alkharanian Worker's Party of Yalos
Subject: Jagisville Invasion
Encryption: Encrypted, Secure

08/11/2014

From the Sovereign Empire, Greetings,

The Sovereign Empire of Gristol-Serkonos formally condemns the Yalosii government for their recent incursion into Jagisville.

In the interest of regional security, the Rieshistagi will not allow your government to continue forcing such barbaric acts upon your neighbours. The Sovereign Empire demands the withdrawal of all Yalosii military personnel from the Jagisville Principality as soon as possible. Should the government continue its invasion of the Jagisville Principality, the Sovereign Empire will consider military action. Reports gathered from our Jagisville embassy and consulates implicates your government in genocidal acts perpetrated by your nation's military. Upon further analysis, we discovered that your nation has been committing these acts on religious grounds.

We will not allow such acts to go unopposed. Should compliance to our demand for your military's withdrawal from the peaceful city-state was not met, we will consider military action against your nation.

We consider this a matter with serious political and military implications not only for central Sondria, but for the rest of Sondria.

Signed,

Her Imperial Majesty,
Annika I Felvaron
Monarch of Gristol,
Diarch of the Sovereign Empire

His Imperial Majesty,
Lorei IV Esteria
Monarch of Serkonos,
Diarch of the Sovereign Empire

The Right Honourable Cynthi Valtorum, the Baroness Valtorum of Pietarsaari, HC, MCE
Lord High Chancellor of Gristol-Serkonos
The 31st Gristol-Serkonos Government

The Honourable Olberti Sevansencu, the Count Sevansencu of Ploiești, HC, MCE
Minister of Foreign Affairs,
The 31st Gristol-Serkonos Government

by **Marquesan** » Sun Nov 09, 2014 7:45 pm

Approaching Fort Jole, Alvardi Province,
Vrontor Administrative District, IFC.

Two flights of twenty five "Reaper" Assault Transports and twenty five "Wraith" Light Utility Transports flew over the rolling grasslands and verdant lowlands, each escorted by ten "Hellcat" Hunter/Killer Gunships. The roar of their beating rotor blades echoed across hills and valleys, the helicopters and tiltrotors keeping a loose formation that spread out across the sky. They'd taken off in two large groups, only about fifteen minutes apart as they traveled generally north across Vrontor.

The group had crossed the coastline about an hour prior after having made some Crontorian coastal defense radio operators very nervous; they'd passed several large cities and fortifications on the way, doing their best to stay clear of populated areas. A hundred and twenty RFA-marked aircraft made the final set of banking turns as they received an approach and landing vector from Fort Jole's Air Traffic Control center, setting down on a cool, nicely-mowed parade ground inside the fort. Jole was simply gigantic; the TSELI lance could set up an entire Castra in the center of the parade ground and likely nobody would realize it was there. The field stretched out probably twenty kilometers in each direction; that it was only a small part of Fort Jole's land gave testament to the sheer size of the Crontorian Armed Forces' presence here, on what felt like the far edge of civilization on a wartorn, largely frozen continent.

Waiting for them was a set of four "Osiris" class cargo airships, laden with vehicles, ammunition and equipment that had arrived the day before from Pandora. The fleet had taken longer to sail within range of the coast than the airships had, and so the flight of Reapers and Hellcats arrived roughly eighteen hours after their vehicles did. Both the airships and the two flights had been given a heavy escort as they overflew Vrontor; they had been shadowed by Super Cerastes fighters since long before they crossed the coastline. The Reapers touched down first, their tilting engines locking into the vertical position as the rotor speed throttled down. The flood of rotor wash was enormous, catching the parade ground's grass like waves on the ocean. Once the Reapers and Wraiths were down, their Hellcat escorts touched ground in a ring around them, the two large groups on either side of the four massive airships. The Commandant's Reaper let off a purple-colored smoke grenade to help the Crontorian delegation moving toward them identify where the command Reaper was.

Now, as a wide grassy plain was suddenly flooded with rotorwash and doors rolled open, ramps lowered, the Crontorian fighters had broken off and a column of Hawkei armored vehicles bearing CAF pennants on their whip antennas made their way out across Fort Jole's parade ground toward the Marquesans. Eight thousand men and women were unloading onto the Vrontori grass, the entirety of 5-1/2-2 Lance, I Corps, TSELI, an elite fighting unit of the finest men and women the Royal Forces at Arms had to offer. They were quick to begin the process of unloading their vehicles from the airships, arraying into hundred-man elements that were set to integrate with the Crontorians who were preparing to set across the border to Jagis.

This deployment would represent one of the largest cooperative movements between the CAF and RFA ever attempted; the fast-moving wheeled Boreas, Mithras, Nyx and Helios armored vehicles of the TSELI Lance contrasting from the heavier vehicles used by the CAF. The Marquesan Lance had elected not to take any tracked vehicles for this mission; the quieter, faster wheeled armor would allow them to serve in an expeditionary capacity to determine the relatively unknown capabilities of the Yalosian forces invading Jagis from the other side of the country. It was shaping up to be a race to secure the country before the Yalosii army could conquer it.

As the Crontorian vehicles slowed to a stop near the organizing Marquesan lance, Sr. Commodore Clare Larue stepped forward, her sandy blonde hair tied back in a tight bun, bright blue eyes and fair, lightly-freckled skin seeming too pretty to be encased in a military uniform with body armor on and grenades hanging from a webbing vest, let alone belong to a hardened killer and combat veteran as her Senior Commodore rank badges on her shoulder epaulets told. She stood to sharp attention, bowing deeply before extending a gloved hand to the Crontorian commander as he stepped from his vehicle. Her charcoal grey uniform was nicely brushed, black boots polished brightly, her helmet on, though the mandible protector was still in a pocket of her rucksack so she could speak freely. Her Morrigan T3 hung from a single-point sling attached to her vest, ready for combat in every way.

"Senior Commodore Clare Larue, Fifty One Twenty Two Lance Commander, TSELI First Corps. It's a pleasure to be here."

by **Mahdah** » Sun Nov 09, 2014 10:04 pm

Somewhere in Jagisville, Southern Alkharania.
Jagisvile Frontlines.

The Alkharanian Liberation Army of God had accompanied the Yalosi Military into the invasion of Jagisville. The joint force had made decent progress into the country and with the current situation on the frontlines it seemed that further progress would be made very soon. At the moment the ALAG's objective was the taking of a string of towns leading towards a city. Already two towns were under siege by ALAG forces and the Jagis military and police forces had put up a stubborn defense against them. The ALAG had successfully surrounded the two towns in their initial assault and were pushing to actually move into the towns themselves to take the fight to the enemy.

Several mortar positions had been made through out the positions of the ALAG as they regularly shelled general areas where Jagis forces were. Even several howitzer pieces had been brought to the engagement and were being used for more harder targets. The ALAG were now pressuring the Jagis defenders in both towns, using mobile AA vehicles and their mortars and howitzer pieces against them in full. Mean while separate assaults on Jagis defender positions were occurring as well trying to crack their defense in at least one area so they could exploit and develop a hole in the Jagis defense.

The ALAG were also pressing towards the other towns as well along with what Yalosi military presence their was with them. The same tactics would be used against the defenders of these towns, starting with the pincer movement and surroundment.

Leaving Port, Pozan Islands.
Pozan Naval District.

The Mahdavian fourth command fleet now sailed out of port in the Pozan Islands under the guise of "strategic exercises within Alkharanian waters". The fourth command fleet was in actuality on it's way towards Yalos with the intent in it's protection with the recent threats from powers such as The Shogunate and the Sovereign Empire. Within the Fourth command fleet was a contingent of military personnel of the Mahdavian Army. The Mahdavian Army would when in Yalos move towards it's border with Jagisvile and take up what defenses it could. The Mahdavian Army's General Staff had assumed that the Crontorians would become involved themselves and that a possible conflict with the CAF would occur.

The overall strategy being implemented by the Mahdavian Armed Forces was to move a force of one or two million personnel towards Yalos. Then enter Jagisville and keep all enemies in a stalemate to prevent the most likely invasion of Yalos itself which would be a loss to the Imperial Emirate's influence in the continent which they could not afford to loose.

by **Yalos** » Tue Nov 11, 2014 12:08 am

The Alkharanian Worker's People's Palace
Sondria, Alkharania, Yalos, Ju'tozzo

“As expected, the international community is issuing threats, but it’s doubtful that anybody will actually act.”

Pokuii Eyuka paced back and forth, rather theatrically, in front of a large map of Sondria with red arrows and X’s drawn randomly, hell-pell, all over the map’s surface as the rest of the Yalosii Politburo watched uninterestedly. It was dotted with words that sounded fancy, but really just demonstrated Pokuii’s lack of any idea of what he was actually doing. His qualifications, if any, were his ability to consume great amounts of alcohol, and his memorization of the Communist Manifesto, as well as parts of the Koran. And any intelligent politician would have quickly grasped that Pokuii was an incompetent fool with no qualifications to be briefing fellow leaders on the military situation against the Sondrian triad, who, for some reason, he believed would fall swiftly to the might of Yalosii socialism. Inasmuch, he was a well-intentioned spirit driven by foolishness and inexperience.

Unfortunately, the entire politburo was populated by college aged young men and women, mostly former nobles, who had overthrown the order of their fathers to establish their own failed utopian experiment. Their collectivization efforts, inspired by bursts of naivité and arrogance, failed, leaving millions of Yalosii dead, or streaming over to Jagis and Vrontor. Their redistribution programs were met with fierce partisan resistance from devout followers of the Monarchy, and the bureaucracy, under their rule, developed into a massive, untameable monster with no sense of control or focus or direction. In almost every aspect, the people of Yalos were worse off than ever before--the only good that had been accomplished in the revolution was the creation of vast amounts of industrial infrastructure and housing, but with nearly a quarter of the population fled into Gristol Serkenos, Crontor or Marquesan, there were no inhabitants to endless scapes of ghost apartments and no workers to man endless lines of still machines. Farms lay fallow as thousands starved. And nothing was happening to remedy any of this.

The suffering and inefficiency didn’t really matter, however, to Selos Manikato, the mind behind the revolution. Easily the most intelligent of the Yalosii politburo and its driving political figure, he understood that instead of competence, he needed loyalty to maintain the absolute control which he craved. This power hungry and fundamental truth of power, however, put absolute idiots in charge of crucial food supplies and electricity, and for the most part, the Yalosii people began to even yearn for the oppressive monarchy and the protection of the Kutiomaya secret police. Nobody dared say a word, but it was in everyman’s heart, and every woman’s soul. Frustrations ran high, and of course, not without reason. They were being led by alcoholics and political radicals who hadn’t even earned degrees, run by a paranoid megalomaniac without any private political aims save to massacre his enemies.

“Well, that’s all very good,” Selos yawned, clapping softly. “But, I say we be cautious,” he added in, understanding the incompetence of his appointed officials. “We’ll ensure that our units are safeguarded against air strikes by, say, giving them anti air capabilities. Have mobile Anti Air systems attached to frontline units and begin occupying Jagite airfields. Also--supply priorities towards the Red Guard. Understood?”

Selos, for all of his faults as a person and a leader, had understood how to forge an army. His new Yalosii army, while generally undermotivated and too large, could accomplish his personal ambitions of conquest and domination. The Red Guard Armies, in particular, were a lethal strike force equipped only with the finest of weapons, imported from the Scandinvans in exchange for white-slaves. Nearly twenty million strong, Selos trusted his Red Guard to provide the momentum for the assault, and so far, they had not failed him. Highly motivated, experts in their fields, and equipped with modern weapons, the mechanized Red Guard Field Armies were Selos’ aces, so to speak, in a stack of twos and threes. Selos had tried to keep their existence a secret, and so, when the time for war arrived, foreign military experts were stunned--how had this morass of conscripts achieved such victories? Only a precise, fine-tuned army could have moved so quickly and effectively. But that was precisely what Selos had.

“Yes, eternal Chairman,” Pokuii bowed so deeply, his military cap fell off his clean shaven head. “Let Allah bless.”

“Ah yes,” the atheistic Selos chuckled, “Allah, indeed.”

* * *

“Je pense que ce soir serait plus lent,” a solitary soldier whispered to his partner, shivering in the frigid Jagite night. “Tout ira bien si tu dormes.”

“Merci--err….Merzikitaki?” The soldier departed, heading off to sleep, frightened that a Commissar might discovered that they had been speaking French. Recent efforts by the politburo to forge a new, unique Yalosii language had, evidently, been unsuccessful, and most people spoke French anyways, which was, unfortunately, a criminal and treasonous offense.

“Au revoir,” the first soldier replied, not really giving a shit what the idiots in the government said. He was Red Guardsman, and that automatically gave him privileges over the common enlisted men. He took a smoke, and sighed, angry that he was in some dumbass camp while his friends were all out killing Jagites in the field. He received videos, yes, of the fun his buds were having out there, making short work of the resistance, but it wasn’t the same as getting actual blood on his own fingers. He wanted, like all Red Guards did, to have the throat of an enemy soldier carried in his clenched fist, to sqeeze of blood, and to relish the massacre of the heathen foe.

Close to a million Alkharanian Red Guards surged forward, in a gargantuan armored push, deep into Jagite territory where the Jagite National Guard collapsed like so much as paper with supporting units in the dozens of millions, ready to relieve any battle wearied units. Imported MAD. VI Carnifex tanks and 120mm howitzers were able to simply tear apart the antiquated IFCs that tried to oppose them, picking them off like a man smashes flies. Tanks tore right through the Jagite plains, tearing through villages, military units and cities without remorse, moving more quickly than the supply convoys could bear to keep up with. In several cases over the last few days, Red Guard units were forced to halt for supplies to catch up and Yalosii air power was prevalent, at the moment at least. The Jagites were quickly losing ground as dedicated Yalosii killing squads moved in, killing all those suspected of harboring the Jewish or Christian faiths without question, leaving heaps of bodies in their state mandated efforts to “clean” all potential dissenters.

It was a vast invasion force, moving in on several fronts, not even giving the enemy time to rest before launching multiple strikes, secondary strikes and tertiary strikes, so much so that the Yalosii high command gave up trying to even coordinate the strikes from above, giving operational and divisional commanders free reign to wreak havoc on enemy resistance. The Yalosii army was moving fast, even if it had a long way to go. By the end of the second day, the Yalosii army had covered, in its impetus of initial surprise, several towns, two cities and vast swathes of land while, on the greater political scene, diplomatic workers were busy, trying to assure foreign dignitaries that Yalosii intentions were pure and honest--that once the corrupt Jagite government was toppled, the Yaliites would leave. This was, of course, a lie, but it could buy time for the advance.

Official Communique of the Nationalist Yalosii Government

Addressed Towards: The Warmongers of the Hellish Shogunate and the The Non Sovereign, Crontorian Puppet Fascistic, Imperialist Order of sinful Gristol-Serkonos.

From the Desk of The People's Speaker, Nakkotta Shossho

Encryption: None

In response to your outrageous ultimatums: our nation and people refuse, on all counts. We will not be cowed by vile Imperialist threats in the pursuit of international equality and friendship. We are a proud people, with a glorious future, and our divine, holy chairman, Selos Manikato, refuses to bow to your vile ways. Our acts are just acts of war, and all lies spread by your governments as to the nature of our actions were false. The enemy falls swiftly to our righteous swords of socialism--and not without reason. Our men fight for the cause of freedom for all of mankind. Would you dare argue that our regime is worse than the ineffectual monarchy that once cursed our nation? It was nearly as bad as your filthy fascist states.

We shall not withdraw, and we have absolutely no intention of doing so. Jagis is our responsibility--we must free and liberate the Jagite people from the shackles of oppression, and offer them the chance to live free. We did not protest the your invasion of Newcastle--how dare you criticize us in this moment of truth and reason? Perhaps, if the Marsequas was willing to disband its military, and the The Sovereign Empire of Gristol-Serkonos removed its soldiers from Bebelis, which, by the way, is recognized by the Alkharanian Worker’s party as a sovereign nation, then perhaps, we could be convinced to come to an agreement. Until then, we cleanse and rid Jagis of its reactionary elements.

Good Day

by **Marquesan** » Wed Nov 12, 2014 9:40 am

The Shōgun's Own Royal Forces At Arms.
3/64 & 17/64 Guards of I Corps, The Shōgun's Elite Light Infantry.
100/192 Guard of III Corps, Dept. of Submarine Warfare, REC.
320/1280 - 880/1280 Sealift Groups, Dept. of Naval Logistics, REC.
II Corps, Dept. of Surface Operations, REC.
III Corps, IV Corps, V Corps, VI Corps, Airmobile Cavalry, Royal Marquesan Army.
I Corps, II Corps, III Corps, IV Corps, Armored Cavalry, Royal Marquesan Army.
II Corps, III Corps, Royal Marquesan Sappers, Royal Marquesan Army.
ATTENTION TO ORDERS.
Be it known to all that Her Majesty, Akane Hyuga I, has declared that a state of WAR now exists between the Shōgunate of the Marquesas and the Alkharanian Workers Party of Yalos. The Yalosii government has invaded the peaceful country of Jagis; it has subjugated and slaughtered its people, persecuted them, tortured and maimed innocent civilians during its conquest of the country. It has destroyed the lawful federal Armed Forces of Jagis and deprived its people of their just government. The Yalosii government has ignored the warnings of the international community; its corrupt government must be held accountable for its several offenses. It is for this reason that Akane Hyuga I, with the support of her allies, calls to light the infamous crimes of the Yalosii occupying force and hereby DECLARES:

1. That Jagis shall be immediately and permanently liberated of all Yalosii and allied occupying combat forces.
2. That the capability of the Yalosii government and its armed forces to wage war shall be degraded and rendered safe.
3. That the Marquesan Shōgunate, along with its allies, shall commence humanitarian and rescue operations for the people of Jagis and, if neccessary, the people of Yalos.

It is with solemnity and determination that Her Majesty orders the above formations to active combat status in the Jagis Theater. The Order of Battle for this deployment is as follows.

80,000 Operators of The Shōgun's Elite Light Infantry.
40,000 Operators of the Department of Submarine Warfare, Royal Expeditionary Command.
560,000 Operators of the Department of Naval Logistics, Royal Expeditionary Command.
1,280,000 Operators of the Department of Surface Operations, Royal Expeditionary Command.
5,120,000 Operators of the Airmobile Cavalry, Royal Marquesan Army.
5,120,000 Operators of the Armored Cavalry, Royal Marquesan Army.
2,560,000 Operators of the Royal Marquesan Sappers, Royal Marquesan Army.

At the pleasure of the Shōgun of the Marquesas, 14,760,000 Operators of the Marquesan Royal Forces at Arms are hereby ordered to WAR.

Naval Assets: 2,256 Vessels, 40 Submarines.
1,120 Type-130 "Charon" Class Strategic Sealift Vessels.
560 Type-105 "Sobek" Class Corvettes.
240 Type-110 "Tiamat" Class Destroyers.
160 Type-125 "Acheron" Class Aircraft Carriers.
80 Type-115 "Anubis" Class Arsenal Ships.
80 Type-151 "Devil" Class Battleships.
38 Type-218 "Phobos" Class Strategic Attack Submarines.
16 Type-100 "Sea-Dweller" Class Superdreadnoughts.
2 Type-216 "Deimos" Class Strategic Missile Submarines.

Fixed-Wing Combat Aircraft: 8,600.
6,700 Type-25, "Radegast" Ground Attack Fighters.
800 Type-21 "Divine Wind" Air Dominance Fighters.
600 Type-20 "Ghost" Tactical Strike Bombers.
400 Type-32 "Shadowcat" Penetrator/Interdictors.
100 Type-38 "Thanatos" First Strike Bombers.

Fixed-Wing Logistics Aircraft: 600.
200 "Capricorn" Heavy Amphibious Transport Aircraft.
200 Type-40B "Dagger" Airborne Refueling Aircraft.
120 Type-40C "Dagger" Carrier Onboard Delivery Aircraft.
80 Type-40A "Dagger" Early Warning & Command Aircraft.

Rotorcraft, Tiltfans & Tiltrotors: 47,000.
19,600 Type-11, "Wraith" Light Utility Tiltrotors.
10,000 Type-15, "Reaper" Tiltrotor Assault Transports.
5,640 Type-62, "Corcoran" Utility Lift Helicopters.
4,360 Type-66, "Hellcat" Hunter/Killer Gunships.
3,800 Type-17, "Archangel" VTOL Tiltfan Ground Attack Craft.
3,600 Type-64, "Whisper" Reconnaissance/Attack Helicopters.

Airships & UAV's: 6,080 Airships.
26,720 Type-98, "Fury" Autonomous Combat Observation Vehicles.
4,800 Type-87, "Osiris" Strategic Dropships.
1,280 Type-88, "Warden" Airborne Command Vehicles.

Wheeled Combat Vehicles: 306,200.
101,000 Type-630, "Mithras" Fast Attack Vehicles.
81,800 Type-620, "Boreas" Cavalry Fighting Vehicles.
59,400 Type-640, "Nyx" Personnel Transport Vehicles.
44,800 Type-650, "Oroshi" Self-Propelled Howitzers.
12,800 Type-620, "Boreas" CFV-B Missile Carrier Variants.
6,400 Type-660, "Helios" Rapid Response Vehicles.

Tracked Combat Vehicles: 172,800.
83,200 Type-735, "Kraken" Infantry Fighting Vehicles.
32,000 Type-765, "Abraxas" Fast Scout Tanks.
25,600 Type-755, "Chimera" Main Battle Tanks.
19,200 Type-775, "Uriel" Rocket Artillery, Tracked.
12,800 Type-745, "Shiva" Heavy Tanks.

Tracked Logistics Vehicles: 73,600.
32,000 Type-735C, "Kraken" Armored Recovery Vehicles.
28,800 Type-735B, "Kraken" Assault Breaching Vehicles.
12,800 Type-735D, "Kraken" Heavy Bridging Vehicles.

Wheeled Logistics Vehicles: 116,400.
64,000 Type-670H, "Morpheus" Fuel Support Variants.
32,000 Type-670B, "Morpheus" Flatbed Variants.
16,000 Type-670G, "Morpheus" Engineering Variants.
16,000 Type-670A, "Morpheus" Bobtail Variants.
16,000 Type-670I, "Morpheus" Road Train Variants.
6,400 Type-670D, "Morpheus" Fire Apparatus, Water.
6,400 Type-670E, "Morpheus" Fire Apparatus, Foam.
6,400 Type-670F, "Morpheus" Hazardous Response Variants.
3,200 Type-670C, "Morpheus" Mobile Crane Variants.

Castra.206 Intermodal Containers: 1,833,600 - 1,600 Castrae.
1,280,000 Castra.206RPQ, Personnel Quarters Containers.
160,000 Castra.206LMC, Light Modular Containers.
128,000 Castra.206RWR, Washroom Containers.
128,000 Castra.206RFT, Fluid Tank Containers, Fuel.
32,000 Castra.206RRU, Refrigerated Containers.
28,800 Castra.206RAR, Arms & Ammunition Bunkers.
16,000 Castra.206RFT, Fluid Tank Containers, Water.
12,800 Castra.206RPG, Power Generation Stations.
12,800 Castra.206RLF, Laundry Facility Containers.
12,800 Castra.206RFK, Field Kitchen Containers.
3,200 Castra.206RCC, Command & Control Bunkers.
3,200 Castra.206RCN, Communications Node Bunkers.
3,200 Castra.206MML, Modular Missile Launchers.
3,200 Castra.206RCR, Laboratory Cleanrooms.
3,200 Castra.206RRD, Reverse Osmosis Desalinization Plants.
3,200 Castra.206RWT, Wastewater Treatment Containers.
3,200 Castra.206RPP, Waste Plasma Pyrolysis Plants.

by **Marquesan** » Wed Nov 12, 2014 11:19 am

Headquarters Amplitheater,
RFA Center-East Compound,
Suvi, Pandora Prefecture,
Marquesan Shogunate.

Dawn.

The room was full; nearly a thousand command officers had been assembled; each in their dress uniforms, most drinking coffee or tea, most sitting, a few standing, mulling in small circles talking in low voices. Throughout the amplitheater, a low murmuring hum was pervasive as officers discussed amongst themselves. A constant scurry of aides wound through the hall, bringing coffee or relaying messages to various personnel. Outside, the sun was just beginning to stain the night sky with pale silver-blue light. At the stage, a podium bearing the Shogun's Red-Crowned Crane seal stood alone infront of a massive projector screen.

A single person clapping their hands twice from the back of the room was heard. At this command, the various aides turned toward the rear doors and left. Once the last of the non-essential personnel had left the amplitheater, the doors closed and locked. The lights dimmed and off in an antechamber, a trumpet sounded "Attention" as every person in the room rose to their feet, snapped their heels together and came to sharp attention, bowing deeply. Entering the stage from a side door, Akane Hyuga came to the podium and stood at attention herself until the trumpet finished sounding. Once silence came over the room, she spoke clearly without the use of a microphone. "At ease."

The room returned to attention, then fell to the position of rest, then took their seats.

"Good morning. We are here to review the tactical movement into eastern Vrontor, and then into Jagis. Light Infantry, present?"

Two Guard Commanders in the front row stood to sharp attention. "HAI!"

"You will be the first into the country, joining the Lance that is already in Fort Jole. Airships are already carrying your vehicles and will be leaving Pandora before noon today."

The two guard commanders bowed deeply and sat back down.

"DSW, present?"

A single officer stood. "HAI!"

"Your boats need to leave Pandora within the hour. You have your patrol orders, dismissed, good luck and godspeed."

The submariner bowed deeply, then departed the room.

"DNL."

A resounding "HAI!" as fourteen officers stood in unison.

"Your ships need to be at the loading docks no mater than noon. Ensure that Capricorn transports are ready no later than nine this morning. Many of you have helicopters to catch to get to the other side of the island; dismissed, good luck and godspeed."

Each bowed deeply and departed the amplitheater.

"DSO."

"HAIII!" Almost two hundred people stood in unison.

"Your battle groups will have their work cut out for them. We expect heavy resistance both from the Mahdavians approaching along the southern coast of the continent and we hear rumors of massive deployments from Yalosii southern allies. The Yalosii navy is a total unknown, make sure you work closely with the submarine commanders to hunt down and destroy anything coming out of Yalos that could possibly be a military asset. This will be a very active warzone, ladies and gentlemen. We fully expect heavy fighting and it is at sea that we will be the most vulnerable. I've spoken with our Erjunhite and Crontorian allies this morning and we expect heavy support from both. However, we are the first boots on the ground and the first naval assets into the theater; the enemy will stop at nothing to degrade our capabilities in the theater; our best estimates show we will outnumber the enemy on the ground as it currently stands, but Pandora sits between friends whom we have just declared war upon. The island and its waters must be protected at all costs and your ships represent the shield that will protect our forces on the ground from attack from the air and sea. Be on your guard, get to your ships. How soon can you launch?"

The Corps Commander of DSO's II Corps spoke. "Shogun, 80% of the combat fleet is a day's sail from the island, the remainder is taking on fuel in the Anchlis. We can be in theater by noon tomorrow."

"Very well. You have your orders. Good luck, god speed. Dismissed."

Within a few moments, all that remained stood in mute tones of olive green. Here was the contingent representing the Royal Marquesan Army and Akane waited for the room to silence before speaking.

"Ladies and gentlemen, your orders are simple. Seek and destroy. Do not waste time on courtesy or kindness to the Yalosii; they will show you none. These are some pictures recovered by TSELI operatives inside Jagis." Behind her began to show gruesome pictures of decapitated civilians, babies run through on spikes, mothers and infants laying together, dead and disembowled, many in degrading positions, their clothing torn, mutilated and soiled. Cities burning, neighborhoods aflame.

"This is not the work of a civilized force. Their army is not in Jagis to conquer, they are there to rape and pillage. This is why you must go to war, this is why you must fight, this is why the Yalosii must be destroyed. You will encounter civilian refugees, they are to be searched and given aid, the Yalosii and Mahdavian allies may resort to unconventional tactics such as roadside bombs, suicide bombers, vehicle-born bombs and other such terror tactics, ensure your soldiers keep a close watch for anything unusual. Civilians are to be given aid, but only where they can be tended to away from active combat and only when tending to them does not hamper your advance. You are to sprint for the eastern border of Jagis. Because you are lighter and faster, you will outrun our Crontorian allies who will be advancing with us, but do not let them fall too far behind and do not underestimate their combat power. The CAF is a strong ally and a hard-hitting combatant. They will be largely veteran units with us and they will understand what needs to be done. Proceed to your airships, fast-heavies, and cargo ships. Your units must be loaded and ready to deploy in 72 hours. Good luck, god speed. Dismissed."

by **Mahdah** » Wed Nov 12, 2014 5:52 pm

Air Force Base Pamluk, Kastamonu province
Mission Briefing Center,
Second Imperial Emirate of Mahdah

It was on a seemingly regular midnight in Sondria that twenty four pilots of the 14th Strategic Bomber Aviation wing were called into the Mission Briefing Center (MBC) for a special assignment. These twenty four pilots were chosen at random out of the 14th Strategic Bomber Aviation wing which operated at least two hundred aircraft each. A large screen hung behind a desk which standing behind it was the Air Marshal of the Air Force Base in Pamluk here to brief them of their mission. He held in his hand a remote that would when he pressed the power button turn on the large screen hung behind him. The twenty four pilots took their seats within the Mission briefing center with pencil and paper in hand ready to take notes of their newly assigned mission.

"Welcome fellow pilots of the Mahdavian Air Force, protectors of our skies and tormentors of our enemies skies." The Air Marshal said as a introduction to what he was going to talk about. The pilots now engaged continued to listen to the Air Marshal and readied their pencils to take notes. The Air Marshal pressed the power button on the remote, pointing it at the large screen itself which turned it on. Displayed on the screen was a large strategic map of Jagisville. Setting the remote down on the desk the Air Marshal produced a laser pointer out of his pocket and pressed down on the button and pointing the laser at several marked positions on the map.

"These marked positions are positions of the Jagisville Military, we have located and detailed several strategic areas of interest to the Mahdavian Armed Forces. This includes two air fields we have confirmed house aircraft of the Jagisville Air Force along with a confirmed motor pool of Jagisville army vehicles and among other things." The Air Marshal explained to the twenty four pilots who were rigorously taking notes about what was being said to them about their targets. The Air Marshal then pointed at a line drawn across a certain point of the map which detailed the current front lines of the conflict.

"This line here--is the frontlines of the current conflict between the Yalosi and Jagis. Concluding this mission being carried out, other missions similar to this one will be conducted against other Jagisville military targets." The Air Marshal added as he took a look at the map for himself and then turned to the pilots having their attention on him.

"The operation its self will happen in the next thirty minutes. The air raid must occur in the pre dawn hours meaning that you have a operation window of two AM to three AM for your attack to occur. The time to get to your area of operations will be at least two hours maximum, once arriving in your area of operations you are to take out your designated targets with what munitions you see fit to use." The Air Marshal said as the pilots wrote down their last bit of notes before the Air Marshal made one last statement to them all.

"Get out there to the tarmac and load your aircraft. Inshallah you will be successful against our enemies, Allah Akbar"

Above Jagisville, Southern Alkharania
14th Strategic Bomber Aviation Wing
0235 Hours Local Time

The night skies were still true above Jagisville and that the twelve B-1 Lancer supersonic strategic bombers had showed up on time. The twelve bombers flew in a wedge formation through the skies of Jagisville as they approached their area of operations. The twelve aircraft once arriving within the area of operations separated and broke off to take on it's designated targets. One of the first targets was a Jagis Army motor pool that had been discovered through intelligence gathering. This motor pool was not too far from the current front lines of the war and was considered a high priority target to stem the flow of reinforcements the Jagis Army is able to send out. Each designated target was to be destroyed by a single pair of B1 Lancers which totaled to five targets needing destroying.

The motor pool was hit by a assortment of JDAM munitions along with cluster bombs which caused panic for the men waking up to their vehicles being completely destroyed all at once. Leaving a large fire to burn and smoke to rise into the dark sky. The next target was two Jagisville Air Fields being used in it's operations to contend Air Supremacy with Yalosi air units. With both airfields the pairs of B1 Lancers utilized anti-radiation missiles to take out near by radar stations that may be present. Then the B1 Lancers used JDAM munitions and a munition to completely ruin and crater the runways for both air fields. As the attack on the air fields were in progress, several hangars were destroyed along with the air craft inside them, other aircraft were destroyed while on the runway or tarmac as the B1 Lancer began their runs.

The last target was a Jagis Army base near the frontlines of the conflict reported to be a staging ground for Jagis forces in theatre. The remaining pair of B1 Lancers would entirely use up all their munitions that they could deploy against ground targets. JDAM munitions, cluster bombs and free fall dumb bombs were dropped on the base in several passes made by the pair of B1 Lancers. The base was turned into a large burning effigie of what was to come with this sure to be costly war. By 0400 Hours all twelve B1 Lancers had exited Jagisville Airspace and by 0600 Hours had returned to AFB Pamluk with the mission being a complete success.

by **Yalos** » Wed Nov 12, 2014 7:27 pm

The Jagite Plains
Sondria, Alkharania, East Central Jagis

The cold air blew softly on the blue grasses of the vast Jagite plains, gently tickling and caressing the low herbs and desolate fields. There was no noise, save that of the howling winds, like a thousand ethereal steeds, gallant eternal in their perpetual march, trampling across the nations of men, over the indomitable mountains and on the surface of the gleaming waters of vast oceans. They pounded away, in an eternal forced march, a constant race against itself, forever impetuously striking all foolish enough to stand in the wake of its havoc, upturning the roots of proud oaks, callously casting hordes of silver fish, and laying low the pathetic attempts of man to provide himself shelter. And it was so, forever, and it had been, forever, and it would be, forever, so long as the great Earth continued to subsist, her rich soil fertile to the needs of her millions of children, men and women united under the same sun, connected by the same seas and friends, together, in the cruel parody of the earth’s majestic powers, life in an eternal carnival of love and animosity. And so the winds blew, echoing the mighty powers of times long past, and times to come, older than history itself.

Men are clever engineers, forgers of their own rivers, masters of the natural elements, harnessing the mother’s forces for their own benefit, lives based on the contrivances of nature’s phenomena. They invent, force, create and develop, drawing on their surroundings to create, and when nature seeks to challenge them, they adapt. Man takes nature by the horn, and invents, the architect of bridges, roads, huts, palaces, temples, cities and metropolises, with each achievement, aspiring to greater deeds. And in the howling winds of nature’s wrath the Yalosii army, defiant, as mankind has always been, scorned nature’s purity and virginity, building high a temple to honor their glorious victory over the hordes of their sub-human foe, leaving, as monstrous sacrifice to the masters of hell, a mighty ark of corpses, bones protruding as ornaments, and streams of blood running down the sides of this great pyramid, this caricature of humanity. And the Yalosii army, arrogant and vicious, departed, leaving for the Jagites a trophy of defeat, a testament to the superiority of the socialist Yalosii heroes.

A single limb twitched in this vast pile of the dead, a small, infantile forearm covered in a bloody, once-pink-now-crimson sleeve, grasping out into the winds, almost as if trying to grasp the manes of the wind’s stallions, reaching out with a single cry of anguish. A mighty struggle heralded the collapse of the pyramid, hundreds of bodies cascading like a roaring water fall as the arm now revealed its owner, a young man, scarcely twenty years old, eyes shut tight in abject horror, choking in the stench of his friends and neighbors. His voice split the night with a single scream as she toppled, riding the stream of friends, neighbors, teachers and relatives, launching him in a descent towards the endless seas of grass on the soil below, drenched in blood and soaked in his own tears. He lay, still for a moment, breathing deeply, unable to comprehend what he had just seen, what he had been forced to endure.

He stood, and it felt as though time was frozen as he pulled himself up. He backed away from the pile, taking in, slowly, the glazed eyes of his parents, his gut torn, as he toppled backwards, unable to think, hardly able to breathe.

“Mom...” he cried, tears beginning to condense on his eyes, “Dad...” his mouth twisted into a single strand of sorrow, and he ran away, unable to take it any more. He ran, against the winds, ran, just to be away from it all, to not have to see it any longer until his legs gave way under his body, and he collapsed in the open plains, his face cracking into the mud as he knew no more.

* * *

The first sensation he felt, waking ,was that of hot water being poured into his wounds. He cried, or at least tried so, as the burning sensation tore through his body, wracking him with severe pain and agony. He tried to roar, but found that his voice was too tired, aching like every other muscle in his body. He tried to stand, but his body rebelled, relishing the soft mattress and warm sheets, submitting to lay submissively, looking up at the rafters of a wooden ceiling as he continued to thrash.

“Oh--so you’re awake I take it?” a young woman asked in fluent French.

“Uh...”

“No need to explain. We found the pile of bodies. Just lay down and relax.” the woman stood a decent length away, soaking a towel in a vat of warm water, before squeezing it back in. She walked, patiently over, her brown, short hair hidden under a straw hat as she worked, diligently. She pressed the towel softly against the cuts on his chest. He screamed as loudly as his torn vocal chords would permit, and she playfully knocked his forehead.

“Oh, hush now you crybaby,” she chuckled softly, “I’m trying to clean your wounds. Now, relax.” The water dripped into his wounds, and it took him all of his willpower to not thrash.

“Where--who are you?” he whispered in his husky voice. “And where--?”

“My name is Angela. We’re at my husband’s farm. He’s been out searching for survivors. You should thank your lucky stars that we found you. What those...monsters have been doing is just horrendous. It’s a wonder you can even speak coherently.”

He didn’t speak, simply stared at the rafters.

“The last three we found either committed suicide, went crazy, or both.” she continued, soaking the bloody towel again, this time adding a bit of rum into the vat. “You must have a strong mind. I wretched when I saw that pile, to be honest. I can’t imagine what it must’ve been like to be stacked with hundreds of other bodies---” she shivered.

He continued to stay silent.

“What’s your name, young man?” she asked, not looking up from her work.

“Jean-Louis Baptiste,” he murmured.

“Yalosii, I take it, from the color of your skin?” she asked, without trying to be too intrusive.

“Yeah.” Jean-louis mustered the energy to sit up. “My parents are from Yalos, and we came here when I was ten to escape the progroms. But, it looks like, well-” he fell silent.

“Well, I didn’t mean to be too intrusive,” Angela apologized, coming over to apply another towel.

“No, no, it’s not that.” Jean-Louis shook his head. “It’s just..”

A few minutes of silence paced before Jean felt a slight tugging on his thumb.

“Hello mister!”

A young girl, perhaps nine years old, came running over to Jean, waving, with a big, beaming smile. Her hair was loose and straight, straightened from its natural curly state, and she wore a hoodie that was too large for her. She grabbed Jean’s hand, and giggled.

“Who are you?” she asked, feeling his face, “and why are you so dirty?” she stuck her tongue out, as if repulsed by his stench.

“Melanie!” Angela scolded, turning around to face her disobedient daughter. “I told you not to talk to the guest, honey, until he was better! Go back to your room!”

“No-” Jean chuckled. “No, it’s fine. I love kids.” He took her hand, and smiled, as best as he could in the present circumstances. “So, Melanie, is it?”

Melanie nodded, simply, sucking on her thumb.

“What do you like to do for fun, Melanie?”

“I like to draw,” she admitted, rather shyly, looking at the floor, “I have lots of crayons.”

“Yeah? What do you like to draw?”

“Mostly horsies and cars and things like that.”

* * *

The sputtering of an old truck could be heard from outside the farm.

“My husband’s back,” Angela confirmed. He’ll probably be bringing survivors--Jagite Defense Forces Survivors and civilians and every Dick and Jane and their uncles ‘round these parts. God, this war is already horrible, and it’s only been three days.”

The door opened to reveal a powerfully built farmer, with a thick beard and massive forearms.

“Honey-”

“No time, Angela. We need to run--now! Pack everything, and let’s go.”

“What’s happening?”

“Some Yalosii tanks are heading this way. We can’t stay in this farm, or they’ll kill us all.”

“But dear,” Angela protested, gently letting the towel fall, “we have guests, unable to move! We can’t just abandon them!” he begged. "Can't we stay?"

“I--” the father shook his head. “We’ll have to leave them.”

“But...the soldiers will kill them!” Angela cried, holding her husband. “We can’t--”

”I will not let you two die.” he declared with utter conviction. Turning to Jean, he added, almost as an after thought “And you, young man. I’ve not had the pleasure of making your acquaintance. You’re welcome to come along. We could use a pair of strong arms like yours. Well, come on then, we all have to get to the car. Pack the food Angela, I’ll take this man...” he queried

“Jean-Louis” Jean replied with conviction.

“Jean-Louis and Melanie to the truck.” the father finished.

“Daddy?” Melanie asked, grabbing her father by the hand, “where are we going?”

The father turned towards the West, where the sun was now setting. He breathed heavily and nodded, twice, before turning back to his daughter.

“We’re going to outrun the Yalosii--do you understand Melanie? So, daddy needs you to be cooperative. Can you grab some of your clothes and get into the car in five minutes?”

“Yes, daddy.” Melanie ran off obediently, her little feet echoing in the farm house for the last time.

“Yes, we must outrun them,” the father breathed to himself. “Everybody, to the truck as soon as possible!" He commanded. "I’ll get the engines started!”

Soon, the family and its single Asiatic guest were packed in a small blue farming truck, making their steady way down the Western roads, towards the Crontorians, towards hope, towards the freedom of the setting sun, its gas engines sputtering almost pathetically as the thunderous roar of so many Yalosii tanks heralded the destruction of the only place Melanie had ever known as home. The sun began to set, ominously beautiful in the grim reality of the war around them, of the flames and blood and the mounds of corpses stacked like towering skyscrapers as defiant spears, levelled at the righteousness of nature.

“Mr. Jean?” Melanie asked, after a they had been on the dirt roads a while.

“Mm?”

“What do you think will be there, in the West for us? For you, and, well, my parents?”

Jean paused to think for a minute before responding, and caressing his necklace. The Phoenix Gem, the symbol of the Yalosii Monarchy, and the sole undisputed symbol of the legitimacy of a man’s claim towards the Eyuka throne, the last righteous heir to the great seat of Yalosii power. He slipped it back into his shirt, and shook his head.

“I’m not sure Melanie. I’m not sure.”

by **Gristol-Serkonos** » Wed Nov 12, 2014 10:56 pm

Mobilization Order 212

By order of the Imperial Diarchy, Empress Annika I Felvaron and Emperor Lorei IV Esteria, and of the Imperial Defence Council, Mobilization Order 212 has been announced on the following units of the Imperial Gristol-Serkonos Defence Forces. This order follows the Sovereign Empire's Declaration of War against the Yalosii Government for their role in the recent Yalosii incursion into the Jagisville Principality. In compliance to the Dion Doctrine and in support of the fight for the independent sovereignty of the Jagisville Principality, the Sovereign Empire hereby calls upon its active and reserve military units into action.

IGSDF Far Western Command

IGSDF Mainland Forces

IGSDF Reserve Units

IGSDF Foreign Legion

190,340 Members of the Joint Special Forces Command Directorate
1,720,000 Members of the Imperial Gristol-Serkonos Navy
3,720,000 Members of the Imperial Gristol-Serkonos Army
900,780 Operators of the Mechanized Divisions, Imperial Gristol-Serkonos Army
3,270,000 Members of the Imperial Gristol-Serkonos Foreign Legion
1,430,000 Members of the Imperial Gristol-Serkonos Marine Corps

Under the direction of the Imperial Diarchy and of the Imperial Defence Council, 11,231,120 members of the Imperial Gristol-Serkonos Defence Forces are ordered to WAR.

The remaining members of the IGSDF not under the mobilization order will remain reserve and in IDAS Level 3 readiness.

by **The Greater Aryan Race** » Thu Nov 13, 2014 7:59 am

Official Communique of The Fascist Dictatorship Of The Greater Aryan Race

To: The Governments of the nations of Yalos, Gristol-Serkonos, Crontor, Marquesan and the Second Islamic Emirate of Mahdah
From: The Reich Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Government of the Greater Aryan Race

Subject: Peace Proposal on the Yalosii Conflict in Jagisville

Encryption: VERY HIGH

To the Respective Governments,

Several days ago, the Alkharanian Worker's Union of Yalos has recently committed yet another egregious violation of international law while gravely disturbing the general peace and tranquility of the region of Sondria and the sub-region of Alkharania in particular, through it's sudden and unprovoked attack on the Republic of Jagisville. As it stands, Yalosii armed troops stand poised to seize the entire of Jagisville and have made no efforts to halt their ongoing war of unmitigated aggression against the nation-states of Sondria.

Further noting that Yalos has been supported in it's militaristic warmongering by the Imperial Emirate of Mahdah and that more disturbing reports have emerged from the conflict zone of atrocities committed by Yalosii forces against innocent civilians in Jagisville, in what can only be described as state-sanctioned murder and genocide, the Greater Aryan Race cannot help but condemn in the strictest terms, the Yalosii Worker's Union's campaign of hostile imperialism.

However, recognizing that prolonging this dreadful conflict will only serve to hinder and impede the general prosperity of Sondria and her numerous inhabitants, the Reich Chancellor and Führer has instructed this Reich Ministry of Foreign Affairs to direct all efforts to securing a permanent and just peace to resolve the ongoing war peacefully.

To that end, I have been instructed to present the following peace proposal to the recipients of this message for their consideration:

An immediate cessation to all ongoing fighting in Jagisville by all involved parties and the imposition of a ceasefire to take effect as soon as possible.
The immediate withdrawal of all combatant forces, whether regular or irregular, from Jagisville territory to their respective home territories.
The deployment of a regional Sondrian peacekeeping force in Jagisville to ensure the enforcement and execution of the above two clauses.
The establishment of a regional tribunal to prosecute all personnel involved in the committing of war crimes against civilians and enemy combatants that contravene all aspects of international law.
The initiation of diplomatic discussions between all involved parties to seek out a peaceful and just resolution to the above conflict.
The immediate provision of economic and financial assistance to the Republic of Jagisvillw to ensure a speedy post-war economic recovery.

The Reich Ministry of Foreign Affairs awaits the response of the recipient governments to this message. Failure to respond will be considered a rejection of our proposal and will warrant further actions from this government and a recalibration of our official diplomatic stance concerning this conflict, under the great leadership our great Reich Chancellor and Führer.

With regards,
Hermann Balck
Reich Minister for Foreign Affairs
Reich Ministry of Foreign Affairs

by **Mahdah** » Fri Nov 14, 2014 11:53 pm

Entering Yalosi waters, Mahdavian 4th Command Fleet
Southern Alkharania.

The 4th Command Fleet had made it's arrival within Yalosi waters after a two day trip from the Pozan Islands down the southern coast of Alkharania and now into Yalos. They knew of course they were being watched by the Marquesas Navy which had a large presence In the waters in and around their military facility of Pandora. Fortunately before they ever set sail they had made it known that the fleet was heading towards Yalos for strategic exercises and nothing more. With the recent escalation of the conflict which was the Shogunate declaring war against Yalos along with the Sovereign Empire also declaring war, it had become apparent that the powder keg was going to blow at any time now. When the 4th Command Fleet was on the approach into Yalosi waters, orders had come from the Admiral of the fleet that they were to go into Readiness Red which was a Command Fleet's highest level of combat readiness meaning they were expecting imminent attack which could possibly being reality.

When the 4th Command Fleet was passing by the Arietale Islands, combat aircraft patrols had noticed a major increase of naval activity around the island of Pandora. The seas were full of Marquesan naval formations which moved around the island like fish in water. The 4th Command Fleet had taken notice of this heightened activity around Pandora and had raised their combat readiness to readiness red and took all precautions to defend against possible attacks from the Marquesan Navy. The 4th Command Fleet once entering Yalosi waters switched tactical formations from a coloum to a wedge type formation, appropriate distance was made between ships to limit damage from volleys of missiles.

The 4th Command Fleet was destined to head for the Naval port at Kyotolkai which was the second biggest port in Yalos besides the one in the capital. When the Fleet was within the appropriate distance it would allow it's Amphibious landing carriers to move ahead of the main fleet and dock at port to unload it's human and material cargo of the 3rd Mahdavian Army which was numbered at two million men total. Once the men of the 3rd Mahdavian Army had fully been unloaded into Kyotolkai they would heard north towards the border of Yalos and be given further instructions afterwards. The 4th Command Fleet would then move out and most likely move to support allied operations on the high seas.

The Second Imperial Emirate, Across all CIOD commands.

With the declarations of war by the Shogunate and the Sovereign Empire against Yalos. The Second Imperial Emirate had called for a general mobilization of the Civil Initiative of Organized Defense. Twenty million personnel for the Mahdavian Army would now be called for active service within the Mahdavian Armed Forces. Now the Mahdavian Army would soon have twenty eight armies to call upon for action if the impending war called for it. Already the 3rd Mahdavian Army was being moved into Yalos for future combat operations in theatre and other Armies were being prepared for combat abroad as well.

THE SECOND IMPERIAL EMIRATE OF MAHDAH.
MINISTRY OF DEFENSE.

Mobilization Order 200

The following units will be mobilized on order of the Ministry of Defense for the defense of the Second Imperial Emirate and it's allies abroad against possible hostile nations.

Mahdavian Army Deployment
3rd Mahdavian Field Army
6th Mahdavian Field Army
10th Mahdavian Field Army

Mahdavian Air Force Deployment
13th Tactical Airforce

Mahdavian Navy Deployment
4th Command Fleet
5th Command Fleet

by **Yalos** » Sat Nov 15, 2014 3:17 pm

The Worker's Military Bureau
Sondria, Alkharania, Yalos, Ju'tozzo

“And fifteen thousand plus thirty thousand is…hold on-that’s sixty thousand tanks..?”

“It’s forty-five thousand, you incompetent fool,” Selos snapped irritably, chucking a cup of pens at his unfortunate Minister of Military Arms Production. The poor man ducked, but not quickly enough, and the mug shattered into hundreds of pieces against his skull, knocking him over, with pens, china and blood scattered and dripping all over the carpeted floor. He clutched at his gaping wounds as Selos continued to lash out at him, throwing pencils and pens as the man beat a swift retreat towards the door, egged on by Selos’ wrath.

“Out!” Selos bellowed waving his arms wildly, “Get the Fuck Out!” The oaken door slammed, and the Minister could be whimpering all the way through the corridor as the room remained otherwise silent. Selos was left alone to ponder recent developments. Rubbing his temples in frustration, Selos shook his head and angrily tore up the sheets of his notepad, allowing the pulsating rage to control his every limb and nerve. And the monster grabbed hold, tearing up countless sheets of un-sent letters to his Selos’ son, plans for economic programs and doodles of tank designs that Selos envied. Plans of the invasion of Marquesan, coordinated mass nuclear strikes on Mahdah and ultimate dreams of complete regional subjugation.

“I’m surrounded by incompetent fools,” a sleep deprived and greatly annoyed Selos grunted. “And now, I’m going to die!” he dropped the shreds of paper listlessly.

“Why-The- Fuck- Is- Nothing- Going- Right?” Selos growled, shoving all of his papers off his desk in a massive, dramatic sweep whereupon he kicked his swivel chair to the side. His fists struck vicious blows into the walls and furniture, knocking a hole cleanly in the wall behind his head, kicking plaster and paint cleanly into the air around his arm. He took a few moments to breathe, and collapsed to the ground, his knees tucked in, and hands over his face, and tears dripping down his face. He was frightened. He had not expected such virulent responses from the international community—especially not the triad, of all opponents.

His arrogance was quickly becoming deadly, and in that instant his brilliant, manipulative mind just snapped.

“We’ll have to mobilize the entire Red Guard,” Selos whispered to himself after several moments of silence, “Won’t we, dear Selos?” he chuckled a bit, nodding, replying to himself in a warped voice.

“Of course Selos, of course we must. We will mobilize the whole Red Guard. Hehehe, those fascist pigs will never expect it.”

He rolled onto his back, spreading his arms out into a snow-angel formation.

“And Selos, my dear” he advised himself, we shouldn’t be so careless next time. We’ll deploy as many soldiers as we can. And they’ll whimper, won’t they Selos?”

“Of course they will. Hahaha.” Selos’ eyes were stretched wide open, in a parody of sanity as he contemplating his next moves. Drool and snot mixing with his tears, Selos licked them up, and clambered back to his knees, ready to deliver his next plot.

“Yes, we’ll survive this yet.” He chuckled, “We just need to keep doing what we’re doing. We’ll start gassing the civilians, yes; we’ll destroy the Jagite nation! We’ll destroy their subhuman Christian race and save mother Yalos!”

Red Guardsman Pokkatta Svovakta had arrived at the door after alarming reports of a potential scuffle. Panting, the soldier leaned against the door to inform himself of the situation inside, and instead of hearing the silence of an ambush or the sinister unmistakable squelching of a murder, he heard, instead, a simple conversation, a strange one, and one this filled the veteran with dread. His heart began to beat heavily as plots of extermination and murder, of purges and of the darkest desires of the Divine Chairman.

“Yes Selos, dear, we’ll just rip out their ribs, yes, and like God, we’ll create women from the ribs of men!” Pokkatta heard the ramblings from inside. “God did that, right?—Yes Selos, yes he did.”

Pokkatta stepped away, silently, silently tip-toeing away as quickly as he could without creating any noise.

Official Proclamation of the Alkharanian Worker's Republic

Addressed Towards: The Alkharanian Peoples

From the Desk of The People's Speaker, Nakkotta Shossho

Encryption: None

In the name of the Divine Chairman, Selos Manikato, all units of the Worker's Red Guard, as well as all military elements currently based Westwards of Ju'tozzo are hereby called to war in defense of the Yalsoii motherland, and in defense of international socialism.

All reservists in our glorious people's army are hereby instructed to report to their respective facilities and bases for further instruction, and all military forces mentioned above are hereby mobilize in the glorious effort to save Jagis from the clutches of racism, oppression, genocide and martial law.

Hereby, all members of the Red Guard (Army Groups 4-17) and subsequent auxlitary units (Army Groups 18-32) are hereby called to arms.

Aux Armes, Citoyens!!

by **Crontor** » Sat Nov 15, 2014 7:09 pm

Sondria;
Hellas;
Imperial Federation of Crontor;
Crontor Administrative District;
Columbia Province;
Vienna:

“Mr. President, the situation has changed drastically over the last few days and I’m afraid not for the better.”

For several hours now, President Carter and his cabinet had listened to a procession of officials from each and every ministry of the Imperial Federation, each providing recommendations and intelligence on the unfolding crisis. Sondria, it would seem, was perched on the edge of a full scale war. An undeterred Yalosii advance was now seemingly backed by the Imperial Emirate while the Shogunate had fully committed itself to a war. The administration now sat with its hands tied. It had not wanted a war, but the actions of its allies had dragged them onto a path of direct conflict with the advancing Yalosii. Crontorian soldiers had already touched down in the beleaguered nation of Jagis and begun establishing forward positions for the advancing Field Armies that were in the final preparatory stages of their own advance into Jagis.

Even if the Imperial Federation wanted to ignore the blatant violation of sovereignty, they could not ignore the mass atrocities being committed by Yalosii forces. Following the path of the Yalosii advance, the satellites of the National Satellite Reconnaissance Agency (NSRA) had revealed to the world horrors that most hoped had died with the Plague War decades earlier. In some towns, nothing remained but piles and piles of bodies, some of the satellite images far too graphic to show on the CBC or any other news stations in the Imperial Federation. When the NSRA began leaking unaltered photos to the press a day earlier, the public outrage had been immediate and overwhelming. The Crontorian populace was enraged and soon the phones of legislative officials were inundated with angry calls demanding action on the issue leading said representatives to put pressure on President Carter to act.

Intelligence from the NSRA confirmed what the signals analysis of the Federal Reconnaissance and Surveillance Agency (FRSA) had been warning about for days, resistance had all but collapsed in Jagis. Intercepted communications of Jagite officials consisted of mixed orders, confused directives, and a general lack of understanding of their dire situation. The Jagis National Guard had completely folded and was scrambling westward, more than likely hoping to find sanctuary under Crontorian guns. The result was an undeterred campaign of rape and pillage across the countryside brought upon by the Yalosii who seemed to be enjoying their unchallenged conquest.

All of this intelligence had been confirmed and added upon by the Central Intelligence Service who had been watching Yalosii troop movements since before the invasion. Contacts among the Yalosii refugee community in contact with relatives back home and across Jagis had confirmed the intelligence already being collected. The Yalosii were routing the military of Jagis and the population of Jagis was paying a very heavy price. Now CIS Director Ike Thornton stood before the President and his cabinet, laying out exactly what the Yalosii were up to.
“…and that, Mr. President, just about sums up the intelligence side of this conflict. We are presently working closely with the Yalosii refugee community and potentially helpful Jagites to embed agents behind enemy lines. As always, we are looking for potential sources of weakness in the Yalosii government and military for which to exploit. Anything we come across will be brought to you promptly.”

“Thank you Ike,” said President Carter, rubbing his temple and removing his glasses, setting them on the polished table before him beside stacks of photos and papers. Turning to his cabinet, he surveyed the table. All of his Ministers were here populating the table along with papers, cups of water, and plates that had contained snacks hours earlier. Looking from Minister to Minister, Carter sighed heavily, “Well, what do we do?”

“Look,” began Minister of State Alan Suderity, “war is all but declared Mr. President. The Marquesans have declared it, the fucking GDs have declared it, and considering both of them are using Crontorian soil from which to launch their assaults, we don’t have a choice. We already committed ourselves to protecting Jagis, what we need to do is prepare for a larger scale conflict because it’s heading that way. If the Mahdahvians are going to play contractor for the Yalosii air force, it means something else is at play. This isn’t some territorial fight, we are on the edge of Newcastle part two, but we have better allies this time.”

“Are you asking me to lodge a request for a declaration of war with the Imperial Congress, Suderity?”

“Mr. President, I think that all here can agree with me here, Alkharania is an active war zone and should be treated as such.”

“An active war zone with deployed CAF personnel,” added Minister of Defense Donald Ardal, “and many more on the way. We implore you Mr. President, this situation needs to be handled before it spirals out of control. The nation of Yalos is a member of the Deusaeurian States Association, which means that our ally is at war with the Deusaeurians. We’ve got hundreds of thousands of personnel in Deusaeuri, hundreds of thousands of personnel who are now stranded unless we think about this. Yalos should be treated like a war zone, but not on paper.”

“So tell me Donald, when I go before the Crontorian people and the region, what do I call our response? Is this fucking peacekeeping? Nation-building? Hell some people might see our current actions as an invasion already.”

“We’ve got a message from the GAR, they are calling for a conference to discuss some sort of peace deal,” explained Suderity, sliding a paper down the table towards Carter who began scanning the document, “the chances of the Yalosii agreeing to this peace are about as likely as a kid in a wheelchair getting with Marilyn Monroe, but the public doesn’t have to know this. So this is what we do, you call that fuckboy Gavin down in the SRC and tell him to work with the GAR on this issue. I want to see a peace conference, get the CBC down there, and get the regional media focused on those fucks. I want atrocities and the peace conferences dominating the news cycle. If it’s not an AquiPop commercial, I want to see dead Jagites or hands shaking on the news. Think you can manage that Tiberius?”

Suderity was looking down the table to the Minister of Culture, Tiberius Scemalo, a tall, thin man with slicked back brown hair and piercing brown eyes. Regarded by most as a slimy character, Scemalo was a career bureaucrat, having long curried favor with a host of Crontorian political parties. A staunch patriot, he had been an obvious choice to head Carter’s newly created Ministry of Culture a decade earlier. Smirking at Suderity, he crossed his arms, “I think that it’s important for the populace and more importantly the international community to see the important peacemaking efforts of the Imperial Federation and the atrocities committed by those barbarians to our east. Even if this peace deal does not fall through, which I think we all expect it to, we have achieved all our aims. GAR will see us in a favorable light and we will be able to enact punishment on the Yalosii.”

“In the meantime,” Carter interjected, “we prepare the hammer because I have gathered that our common consensus is that this particular problem is a set of nails. Supreme Commander Crodgen is in session with the Imperial Advisory Council and they are reviewing plans for combat operations that the STAA had on file regarding Alkharanian nations. I will be ordering Northern Command and Eastern Command to full alert. If I am not mistaken, STRATMISCOM was tracking Mahdavian naval units?”

“That’s correct,” confirmed Director Thornton, shifting through the satellite images on the projector before the assembled Ministers, “as you can see, the Fourth Command Fleet was here at berth just a few days ago. The boys at NSRA picked up their departure and STRATMISCOM radars from what I believe was X-Band Forty-Nine in the Lutherian Ocean. They should enter range of X-Band Eleven in the near future.”

“Alright, I think this meeting has been incredibly productive,” said Carter as he stood up from his chair, gathering his papers and sliding them between his arm and torso, “we have our plan, now I’m going to discuss strategy with Crogden. May the Crokon bless us all.”

Sondria;
Hellas;
Imperial Federation of Crontor;
Crontor Administrative District;
Heagan Province;
Slaergra International Airport:

International travel to and from the Imperial Federation was regarded by most who had participated as a nightmarish affair. Even with the liberalization of travel and opening of immigration channels during the years of the Cranico administration, the Imperial Federation had always walked the line between encouraging tourists and creating a process so difficult that most were dissuaded from traveling. While the visa process and the opening of dozens of more airports to foreign traffic had certainly helped, security was still a paramount concern to the Imperial Federation. Crontorians were used to such a high level of scrutiny by government officials, but many who traveled to the Imperial Federation questioned whether they had been redirected to a military installation after stepping off the plane.

Following the de facto state of war between the Imperial Federation and Yalos, the Ministry of State Security had quietly issued orders to its respective agencies concerning foreign nationals of Yalosii descent traveling within the Imperial Federation. As a communist nation, the Imperial Federation had long banned its own citizens from traveling to Yalos, and those that did would have had to hop around a host of other nations in order to get a visa. The Imperial Federation, had however, still allowed Yalosii nationals into Crontor. This was about to change.

Walking through the spotless terminals of Slaergra International Airport were dozens of agents of the Federal Tourism and Immigration Administration (FTIA). Among the thousands of Crontorian citizens milling around in airport shops and bars, they were clearly out of place, but were paid no attention. Crontorians went about their business as armored soldiers openly carrying Echeron A5 Battle Rifles pushed through the crowds. Their destination was not a domestic terminal anyway.

Entering the international terminal, the reaction was mixed. While a fair amount of Crontorian nationals were still present, the entrance of several dozen security personnel drew a mixture of concerned looks from a host of foreigners. Marquesans, Erjunhites, Onekawans, Titanicians, and the citizens of several other Sondrian nations watched as marched past them to a security checkpoint where a family of three had been pulled off to the side by the pair of uniformed FTIA agents manning the desk.

Approaching the family, the lead FTIA agent offered a gloved hand, “Papers.”

Glancing around nervously and now finding themselves surrounded by armed security personnel, the father nervously handing over the travel documents of the family. Their daughter, a young girl with chestnut hair and bright green eyes held her mother’s leg tightly as her wide eyed stare was focused on the lead agent. Looking over the papers, the FTIA agent nodded and then looked back to the agents behind him, “Yalosii. Take them in.”

Before the family could react, an agent had raised the butt of their battle rifle and smashed it into the chest of the father who with a horrified gasp was thrown onto the ground with the force of the blow. A second later, three agents were atop him, wrestling the man now gasping for breath into handcuffs. Simultaneously, rifles were leveled at the mother and daughter who were told very bluntly to “Get the fuck on the ground.” The mother complied, bursting into tears as their daughter began screaming in agony, a shrill piercing scream that drew the attention of the terminal.

“Shut up the runt,” commanded the lead agent as the mother and father, the latter now bruised and bloodied, were dragged to a holding area. Their screaming daughter was dragged by her hair right behind them. The three would not see the public, now being calmed by FTIA insisting they had just arrested a trio of terrorists, for a very long time.

This scenario was playing out across the Imperial Federation, as the Ministry of State Security and its respective security forces began the process of tracking down and detaining Yalosii citizens within the Imperial Federation. The process was quite simple, by flagging their visas which served as their identification while in Crontor, MOSS knew where they had traveled, stayed, and where they had purchased anything. Travelers were arrested and then carted off to any number of detention centers for interrogation and further processing. In short, the Imperial Federation was cracking down on what the Ministry than coined in a public statement as ‘potential enemy agents operating in the Imperial Federation.’

The Ministry of State Security was the first of several Crontorian ministries to declare pending action to be taken against the Yalosii. At a joint press conference, the Ministry of State and the Ministry of Infrastructure announced a full range of sanctions to be imposed on Yalos citing the gross human rights violations being carried out by the regime. While the Ministry of State explained the range of sanctions, the Ministry of Infrastructure explained that the National Aviation Administration (NAA) and the Federal Port and Maritime Administration (FPMA) would not accept any Yalosii goods, vessels, or planes. All economic activity currently ongoing between Yalos and the Imperial Federation would immediately halt.

With the cessation of economic activity, the Ministry of the Treasury vowed to freeze the assets of any Yalosii within the Imperial Federation, pending an investigation by security officials into their background. Any Yalosii who served within the government of Yalos or was known to be participating in current atrocities would have their assets within Crontor seized by the Ministry of Justice which was in turn vowing to bring the leadership of Yalos to justice in front of the Sondrian Regional Council. A press conference given by the Ministry of Justice identified known Yalosii leaders and called for their immediate arrest.

While it had taken a great deal of prodding, the morass of the Crontorian bureaucracy began to move to combat the Yalosii threat. Even with the rush of orders and public declarations by Ministries, there was far more left to do. The Imperial Federation was beginning to wake up, but it had not yet stepped out of bed.

Sondria;
Alkharania;
Imperial Federation of Crontor;
Vrontor Administrative District;
Alvardi Province:

With CAF on the ground in Yalos establishing forward positions, the reinforcing units began to make their move. Three Airborne Light Infantry Regiments of NORESCOM, had established themselves in three western cities; the 37th Airborne Light in the city of Freimaurer, the 38th Airborne Light in Begebiet, and the 39th Airborne Light at Eslekro. Upon arrival, their target had been the municipal airport situated closest to each city. Air traffic controllers were understandably confused when dozens of helicopters began landing on airstrips and dispensing hundreds of Crontorian soldiers who then claimed control of each airstrip and all of its facilities. As the Jagites were in no position to negotiate, these airstrips were secured with little resistance.

Now that the foundation had been laid, the CAF could begin moving its heavier combat assets into Jagis. Three regiments of light infantry stood no chance of stopping the Yalosii advance, but that was not their job. Sitting at the Jagite border from Elsium north were the assembled forces of seven Guard Armies waiting patiently for the order to begin moving across border checkpoints into the contested territory of Jagis. Hundreds of thousands of personnel and tens of thousands of vehicles lurched forward immediately following the confirmation of deployment orders from Vienna. The men and women of the Border Security and Customs Administration (BSCA) saluted them as the long mechanized trains passed through their checkpoints, the last friendly people that these forces were to encounter as they surged westward.

Heading to the city of Eslekro were the 381st and 382nd Guard Armies joined by the 49th and 50th Guard Artillery Regiments as well as the 408th Guard Army, 409th Guard Army, 43rd Guards Artillery Regiment, and the 46th Guards Mobile Artillery Regiment all deploying from Fort Ahto to the north of Elsium. Further north still, from Fort Rhysarum and Fort Aro Tel, the 412th Guard Army, 413th Guard Army, 414th Guard Army, 415th Guard Army, 405th Guard Army, 406th Guard Army, and 42nd Guards Artillery Regiment were making their way to Begebiet and then onto Freimaurer. Three additional units from Fort Rhysarum, the 98th Combat Support Regiment, the 99th Combat Support Regiment, and the 100th Combat Support Regiment were directed to deploy to the city of Wegstrabe and begin establishing camps for the anticipated onrush of refugees surely being driven westward away from the Yalosii advance.

Time was of the essence, the Imperial Federation needed to make good on its promise to protect the citizens of Jagis from the marauding Yalosii. The more land that the CAF could bring under its control, the better chances it stood of providing an adequate safe zone for refugees moving to the safety that they had declared in the west of the country. The forces now moving into Jagis were certainly large and powerful, with well over half a million Crontorian personnel making their way into the country. But they were the tip of the spear and the Imperial Federation was fully content with shoving the spear down the throat of the Yalosii.

Now moving east across Vrontor were the Guard Armies of every military installation answering to NORESCOM. From Fort Eldron on the far western tip of the continent, to Fort Ablefield sitting not far from the easternmost line of bases, the Crontorians were mobilizing. Well over forty Guard Armies and dozens more supporting units were piling onto trains, assembling on airstrips, or closing down highways to allow the mechanized wagon trains passage as Crontorians watched in a mixture of admiration and concern as dozen ton war machines carrying jubilant soldiers tore down Vrontorian highways. For some, it would be their last trip.

Just as the highways were clogged with military traffic heading east, the sea lanes were fast filling with Crontorian warships speeding down the Alkharanian coast to head off enemy fleet movements. Sailing from NORESCOM installations on the southern coast of Vrontor such as Fort Eldron, Fort Enserecht, Fort Nocann, Fort Skrarium, Fort Celfu, and Fort Elsium, naval task forces began arranging themselves in a defensive formation between the southwestern tip of Ondor and the Lonsulae Islands. In total, seventeen numbered Guard Naval Fleets were assembling as part as Naval Task Force South. Units sailing from the northern Vrontorian coast, consisting of thirteen numbered Guard Naval Fleets were delegated Naval Task Force North and ordered to hang in reserve south of Enserecht.

Air units reporting to NORESCOM were also standing at high alert. At Fort Kremmenor and Fort Celfu, Air Defense Wing Delta Squadrons were loading their strike and bomber aircraft in preparation for obliterating Yalosii armies from the air. Their bombers sat ready on the tarmac, loaded with ordinance and topped off with fuel. Armed flights of interceptor aircraft from Air Defense Wing Charlie and Air Defense Wing Bravo Squadrons were making regular patrols inside the confines of Crontorian airspace with eastward forays handled by the Air Defense Wing Echo Squadrons with their F-97 Cerastes. The flights of F-97C Cerastes Air Superiority Fighters and their accompanying escorts had been ordered to shoot down any Yalosii aircraft they encountered, reportedly heading out as far as the capital of Jagis.

While the CAF surged into Jagis, it had begun a largely silent withdrawal from its military installations in Deusaeuri. Orders directly from the President had called for a complete withdrawal in the timeliest manner possible, of all Crontorian military personnel from Deusaeuri and all of the CAF installations within. Hundreds of thousands of personnel and their equipment would take time to remove from bases that had been in use for decades, but they were orders nonetheless. Orders were orders, even if the cited reason of budgetary concerns was seen as crap to all involved.

by **Marquesan** » Sat Nov 15, 2014 8:04 pm

The Royal Policy Institute, Ministry of State.

• 18 Rue Lumière, Fatu Hiva, Préfecture Remire, îles Marquises.

• (+65) 1 22 57 66 32 90 • affairesdletat.min.mqs

• Dr. Claude Chalier, Minister.

OFFICIAL CORRESPONDENCE.
From the Office of the Shōgun, Palace of the Ocean Throne,
La Citadelle Des Etoiles, Nuku Hiva, îles Marquises.
• To: The Government of The Greater Aryan Race.
• Importance: High.
• Subject: Jagis Invasion.
• Encoding: Encrypted, Secure.

To All Whom These Presents Shall Come, Greetings.

There comes a time for peace and talking and there comes a time for war and for doing; the Jagite people do not need assurance that a peace is coming someday; they need assurance that someone is coming to rescue them from unspeakable horror and death. A peacekeeping force would be an excellent step, but it may take weeks or months to organize and deploy; weeks or months that Jagites are measuring in minutes and seconds. Admittedly, there is some risk in our action and a war is never to be entered in lightly; however we believe strongly that the right of the Alkharanian people to live without fear oppression, persecution and slaughter at the hands of a despotic, insane regime is worth fighting for. We will gladly attend your conference, however there will be no ceasefire. Death smiles at us all, Reich Minister Balck; all one can do is smile back.

With gravity,

by **Marquesan** » Sat Nov 15, 2014 9:24 pm

Suggested Listening.

Occupied Hahns,
Jagis, Alkharania, Sondria.
Local Time: 0315 Hours.

A flight of twenty "Shadowcat" Penetrator/Interdictor aircraft screamed along only above the trees, lights blacked out, teetering at the edge of 2.7 mach. Insofar, they had managed to avoid detection by Yalosii or Mahdavian air or ground assets, their stealthy shape and low altitude keeping them off the radar scopes of enemy operators as they maneuvered away from population centers or concentrations of enemy forces, navigating by their high-resolution infrared cameras and helmet mounted heads-up-displays. They'd flown through most of the country at subsonic speeds, trying to keep their engines quiet and not alarm the population with sonic booms. Now, as they approached the burning city, they'd accelerated past the sound barrier and began to climb altitude.

Stomachs knotted up, jaws tightened, eyes widened, the crews swallowed hard as they began to pass over clusters of buildings that gave rise to tighter and tighter population densities. The piercing, warbling shriek of the Shadowcat's "Banshee" engines combined with the low-flying bombers' sonic booms shattered windows and shook the ground; pictures fell from walls, lamps fell from tables; people sleeping were startled awake as their windows shattered inward, the thin walls of apartments visibly flexing as the twenty Marquesan bombers approached barely fifty meters over the ground, leaving the vague scent of burned jet exhaust and the sound of howling car alarms, screaming children and barking dogs.

Climbing and splitting their formation, fast as bullets they tore over the skies of Hahns, their bomb bays opening as they turned to make their first passes over the Yalosii positions. Mostly inside the city, a half million Yalosii army, the creme of the vaunted, elite Red Guard were suddenly overflown by screaming ghosts in the night, the piercing shriek of their engines at full throttle enough to make most men retch just from the sound; it shattered eardrums in the dead of the night when most men were bedded down for the night, it rattled the souls of men who neither saw the bombers nor understood that they were under attack, until the explosions came.

Cruel and overwhelming, the first airburst detonations lit the night; 907 kilogram thermobaric munitions exploded overhead, sending powerful supersonic shockwaves hurtling toward the ground, crushing men flat where they slept, rending even stone buildings apart and turning them into heaving waves of broken stone and tearing steel; tossing even armored vehicles like rag dolls. Sixty such munitions detonated within seconds of each other, nearly all directly overhead of Red Guard positions. When the Shadowcats came back for another pass, the glow of fires lit the long shadows of thousands of men running in total chaos.

This time, cluster munitions were released, the popcorn staccato of the exploding submunitions raining shrapnel and fire and death on the tents of the camped occupying army, deep into Jagis beyond where they expected an attack. Sixty such bombs were released, each holding almost four thousand tungsten carbide rods which served to defeat armored vehicles and skewer men where they stood, driving deep into the ground even after passing clean through a man. The devastating effect of a quarter million tungsten penetrators releasing over the occupying army would be complete; tens of thousands of vehicles would be completely destroyed and the sickening whistle of the penetrators in flight would be the last thing that thousands of men would hear; glass and stone and steel rained everywhere, everything that could burn seemed to be alight and the streets would run red with Yalosii blood for hours. The raid took only seconds before the twenty Shadowcats, their bomb bays empty and their throttles hard against the stops dashed for the coastline at more than three times the speed of sound, leaving the city of Hahns and its occupying Red Guard behind them.

Marquesan RFA Staging Zone,
Fort Elsium, Vrontor, Alkharania, Sondria.
Local Time: 0315 Hours.

The scale of the Marquesan operation on the ground was simply mind-boggling. The border fortification at Fort Elsium, easternmost city of the Crontorian province of Alvardi was simply awash in Marquesan tactical vehicles, airships, aircraft, vessels and shipping containers. Every hour, thousands of soldiers were stepping off of transports and onto Alkharanian soil; the scope of the deployment difficult to comprehent. A steady stream to the northeast was forming as units staged and moved off to their positions near the Vrontor/Jagis border. Airships covered the sky in the night, their landing lights sweeping the staging zone as they either took off or landed, the sea awash with Charon-class sealift vessels. From Pandora, a constant steady stream of Capricorn-class transports flew over the sea at night, protected by swarms of loitering Divine Wind fighters or Fury-class drones from waiting Warden-class airships.

Millions of men and women were making landfall over a section of coastline more than a hundred kilometers in length; the air was simply thick with the sounds of moving military assets and floodlights made the night nearly indistinguishable from daytime on the ground. The Marquesans had come to rescue Jagis from their conquerors and had made it clear that she would suffer no delay, accept no compromise, would spare no expense to see Jagis freed of its Yalosii captors.

At sea, a cluster of Anubis-class Arsenal Ships suddenly erupted with rippling volleys of Summanus missile launches. For what seemed like it went on forever, volley after volley of missiles fired off with a thunderous roar, wreathed in smoke and flame, the pillars of incandescent, superheated exhaust reaching up to heaven as perhaps thousands of hypersonic missiles streaked off toward targets in Jagis and, perhaps, even Yalos. A line of Tiamat-class destroyers, backed by massive "Sea-Dweller" Superdreadnoughts headed east to form a blockade against the approaching Mahdavian navy, while Devil-class battleships steamed toward the Gulf of Bitarte, backed by Anubis and Sobek-class ships. The wheels of the Marquesan military began to turn.

It would be a dark night for the Yalosii Red Guard in Jagis.

by **Mahdah** » Sat Nov 15, 2014 11:04 pm

Confines of The Central Military Intelligence Bureau Headquarters, Inisil
The Second Imperial Emirate of Mahdah.

The Central Military Intelligence Bureau based with it's headquarters in Inisil literally underground was hard at work with orders from the top brass to locate and identify all military movements in the conflict zone which was classified from Lousale Islands all the way to Arietale Islands. Using IMINT assets which were mostly Satellite imagery done by the Mahdavian Areospace Division of the Mahdavian Air force it had already located and was tracking several military movements mostly from the Hellas continent and also the Marquesan owned island of Pandora. Most of the imagery coming in for analysis by the CMIB were photos showing naval formations coming out of the Imperial Federation its self. Multiple formations had been recorded by picture from the various satellites being used for reconnaissance of the enemy. All the information being relayed to the CMIB were further being relayed to commanders across all branches of the Armed Forces for future use in the up-coming conflict.

Jagis military positions were also being watched by Satellites and photos were being relayed of what were later confirmed as individual Jagis Military strongholds or airfields used by their air force. Another thing that had been found was movement from the Vrontor - Jagisville border itself and it had been assumed that the CAF were putting men on the ground in Jagisville which was a very large threat even to the Second Imperial Emirate thousands of kilometers away. Already commanders from the Mahdavian Air Force and Army were conducting meetings with each other and planning for the inevitable confrontation with CAF forces in Jagis or in worse case within Yalos its self.

Intelligence on Pandora was already apparent and was noticed by the 4th Command Fleet on it's way to the Yalos southern coast. The Marquesan Navy was a massing concluding the declaration of war the Shogunate declared on Yalos and it was inevitable that another confrontation would occur between the Mahdavians and Marquesas. Nearly a quarter of a century ago the Imperial Emirate and the Shogunate faced off with the Mahdavians being on the defensive for the entirety of the war. At sea a large naval battle was decisively won by the Marquesan Navy as it annihilated the defending Mahdavian Fleet. Then the Marquesas Army and Air force systematically picked apart the defending forces and split the country in two. A large final last stand had been made within the vicinity of the now capital of Inisil where hundreds of thousands of Mahdavian infantrymen were slaughtered by Marquesan aircraft and guns.

The Second Imperial Emirate certainly had a bone to pick with the Shogunate but didn't expect it to be under these circumstances. Although the Second Imperial Emirate was fully prepared for a second hostile encounter with the Shogunate's military forces.

Approaching Kyotolkai Port, Yalos,
Southern Alkharania.

The 4th Command Fleet had finally come in seeing distance of the port in Kyotolkai which meant that the launching of it's Amphibious Assault Carriers was now a go. In the pre-dawn hours, dozens of Amphibious assault carriers begun their docking in port as they moved ahead of the actual fleet and went to make contact. The Yalosi authorities were already contacted before hand about their arrival and as the docking went on combat patrols were being carried out by squadrons of LY908 Warhawks which patrolled the night skies in and around the city of Kyotolkai ensuring that no infiltration was made by the enemy even if they were hundreds of kilometers away because why not play it safe?

As the Amphibious Carriers made landfall it was immediate as infantrymen and materials of war quickly began their offloading from the carriers. Large industrial cranes from port and even one or two that was on the carrier it self were used to assist in getting vehicles and materials on the ground in Yalos proper. It would take all of the pre-dawn hours and most of the next day to get most of the men and materials along with the vehicles on the ground and beginning their move north towards the Yalosi-Jagis border which would be one of their many destinations in the conflict area.

Aboard the Aircraft Carrier MNS Dawn, Yalosi Territorial Waters,
Southern Alkharania.

During the pre-dawn hours not only was the landing of two million men of the Third Mahdavian Army taking place but also another air raid into Jagisville. This time how ever they were not launching this air raid from a air base all the way back within the Second Imperial Emirate, now that the 4th Command Fleet was within Yalosi waters and therefore it's combat effectiveness was now even more capable with it's airborne capabilities of hurting the enemy. Aboard the MNS Dawn which was one of several Aircraft Carriers within the 4th Command Fleet the flight deck of the ship was alive with several LY908 Warhawks preparing for take off into the night sky. The air raid into Jagisville that involved this squadron of Warhawks would also include another squadron of LY909 Sparrowhawks which would accompany their fellow squadron and preform strikes of their own.

The designated target zones were Jagite military positions in and even around Hasenbach, Saas and Nordlicher. First the squadron of LY908 Warhawks began to take off from the flight deck of the MNS Dawn, rocketing off the flight deck one by one and taking off into the night sky towards Jagisville its self. The squadron as a whole moved at Mach 2.8 which was it's maximum speed towards the border of Yalos and Jagisville, only minutes after did the squadron of Sparrowhawks take off from a different carrier heading in the same direction as the Warhawks did.

"Whiskey-One to Whiskey squadron, making final approach on the Yalos-Jagite border. Prepare for package delivery, over" radioed the squadron leader of the LY908 Warhawks. The squadron of LY908 Warhawks would be utilizing the Hellion cruise missile which could be fired from aircraft. These Hellion missiles could hold warheads of a variety and for this air raid they would be carrying Thermobaric warheads to use against these targeted positions.

As the squadron of LY908 Warhawks made their way to the border of Yalos and Jagisville the bomb bays of the aircrafts opened and multiple Hellion cruise missiles dropped out and rocketed forward into the night towards their targets. These cruise missiles had a effective range of over three thousand kilometers which meant the squadron didn't even have to fly all the way over to their targets to be in range of them. Twenty four hellion cruise missiles raced to their targets at speeds of 880 miles per hour, within minutes they impacted their targets in all three locations which meant that each target location was covered by eight of the missiles. Jagite Army motor pools and infantry encampments were targeted specificly along with anything else that was of importance in hitting. The detonation of the thermobaric warheads caused horrifying shock waves and blasts through out these positions.

Men were cut down in their sleep or engulfed in the inferno that it produced. Vehicles also took hits from these missiles which over turned them and skewed them about the area of the blast. The amount of shrapnel was intense as within these population centers, glass and non reinforced pieces of buildings tumbled down on top of the Jagite positions causing even more havoc. It was not over yet for the hundreds possibly thousands of scared and or injured Jagites now awaken by the explosions. Just as the LY908 Warhawks made a turn and left as the missiles impacted the other squadron of Sparrowhawks would now take their turn.

The squadron of Sparrowhawks would not be firing their load from the border but instead pressed on past it and towards their targets. This squadron utilized twenty four of the Sparrowhawks instead of twelve as they would be using completely different munitions. As they approached the target locations, the squadron split into three flights each headed to one of the target locations. As they soared above their target locations and got lower for maximum effect they released their 907 kilogram BLU-109 HPB which hit more harder targets such as more reinforced buildings that surrounded Jagis positions within these locations. The impacts of these munitions caused massive amounts of shrapnel from the bomb infiltrating the inside of the building before further exploding within.

Havoc and chaos had been thrust upon the Jagis Army in these locations. Hundreds if not thousands were already dead or injured in the attack along with the further destruction of military vehicles and equipment. The entire air raid took only several minutes and the two squadrons vanished from where they were and back to their appropriate Aircraft Carriers to refuel and re-arm.

by **Gristol-Serkonos** » Sat Nov 15, 2014 11:07 pm

Days before...

IGSDF Headquarters
Fort Alexis, Rien-Stadt, Capital District Region
The Sovereign Empire of Gristol-Serkonos

Following the release of the mobilization order, the senior high-ranking members of the IGSDF as well as the members of the Imperial Defence Council was gathered in the conference room to be briefed with the situation. All the officers were wearing their dress uniforms, speaking amongst themselves in various circles. The mobilization order was the largest ever ordered since the 1920's, since then most of the orders were for low-intensity conflicts, ordering small formations into combat. As the officers mingled, their aides scurried around the room, relaying messages or bringing tea and coffee.

A junior officers approached the podium, joining him was a small brass band who began to play an excerpt of the Imperial March. At the sound of the March, all officers including their aides stood in attention facing the podium as the Diarchs as well as members of the Imperial Defence Council walked in, taking the seats at the tables facing the semi-circular table. The Diarchs were not dressed in their usual Imperial attire, instead they wore their military uniforms. Each of the Diarchs' coats were pinned with various honorary military honours with an exception for their Service Medals, as they have chosen to serve in the IGSDF. "Take your seats." Emperor Lorei IV Esteria ordered, and the officers followed, taking their seats on the semi-circular table. Three High-Definition monitors were placed at the left-hand side at the every end of the table, representing the three officers responsible for the Far Western Command. The monitors when flickered, announcing a stable connection as the three images of the officers became visible.

The Chief of Defence Claus Rivkin approached the podium, and began the briefing.

IGSDF Far Western Command Headquarters
Naskary Naval Base, Beblis, The Imperial Federation of Crontor
IGSNS Shadow of Colossus, Ridnitsohkka-class Battleship

Despite sharing facilities with the CAF, the members of the IGSDF's Far Western Command occupy a small portion of the bases they share with their military partner. Most of the navy and air force personnel preferred to hang around near their ships or the hangars where their air assets were. The Army and Marine personnel meanwhile, preferred to mingle with their Crontorian counterparts, often joining them off base to the nearby cities during off duty hours. Most of the activities from the command structure of the Far Western Command was centred around the IGSNS Shadow of Colossus, one of the navy's longest serving capital ships since the 1930's. It was refitted several times, with its major refit in 1970's including a conversion into a nuclear-powered battleship. While these battleships had a long service history, navy strategists have concluded that they are no longer fit for combat. With the navy expected to retire all Ridnitsohkka-class battleships by the end of 2016, licensed versions of Myrmidon Tactical Design's Devil-class battleships are expected to replace them.

It is no surprise that the Far Western Command is the smallest military in Western Sondria, as most of the IGSDF is in the mainland. Between the Crontorian Armed Forces or the Royal Forces at Arms of the Marquesan Shogunate, they only make up close to 700 thousand personnel. At best, the Far Western Command would be certainly be doing mostly support roles to their military partners. If the Sovereign Empire would contribute more to the upcoming conflict, most of the contributions would be coming from the sea, with their air force and navy units from the mainland in Telraina. At one of the meeting rooms deep inside the battleship, Air Marshal Väinämö Korpela sat with the other subordinate commanders within FWC as the briefing with other officers in mainland began.

Alright, here's the situation. At the early hours of November 2, elements of the Yalosii ground forces along side its air force surged across the Jagisville's eastern borders. Within hours, local security forces attempt to hold off the advancing Yalosii but was unable to hold them off. Around noon, they reached the capital. Our Embassy in Jagisville was attacked as well, despite escaping from the capital, High Commissioner Mendel was killed when his convoy was attacked by Mahdavian planes.

At the large screen above them, three satellite images sourced from the SARA's ground imaging satellites showed Yalosii enemy movements. Three echelons of Yalosii formations moving westwards.

Here's our situation, we don't have the sufficient manpower in the Far West so most of our forces would have to make a land fall on Marquesan Shogunate's Pandora Island. From there, we can surge our forces towards the Jagis beaches while the Far Western Command will work along side our partners as they surge east. The air force will assist in engaging enemy aircraft while our navy will be our shield against the Mahdavian or any of the navies in Aerus. Our Yalosii Foreign Legions will be spearheading our landings in Jagisville, following them closely are the Marines.

We will be coordinating closely with the Marquesan and Crontorian militaries. We wish you all good luck and further briefings will be done in the ground. Dismissed.

Present Day...

IGSDF Staging Zones, Gulf of Noto
Wilchens, Jagis, Alkharania, Sondria
0330 hours

It was the largest force deployed by the Sovereign Empire's military history. Following their journey west, they made their landings in Pandora with the bulk of the Imperial Navy remained to support the Marquesan Navy as well as assisting in guarding the route their transport ships. The landing force took longer as they circled towards the Gulf of Noto on Jagis' northern coastlines. Carrier launched Dassault Rafales and F-104 Ghosts provided air cover for the landing ships, covering them against Yalosii and Mahdavian air force. The Yalosii Legions led the charge from the sea, moving south and creating a path for the advancing Marines. Their landfalls occupied 120 kilometres of the coast of Wilchens. It was quiet, no beach defences as the Yalosii has not advanced this further east. The IGSDF would have to move quickly to cover the gap.

Assisted by the Jagis Gendarmerie, the ground force moving south securing city after city as they advanced. The 11th Tactical Air Force, supported by the elite 121 Squadron made their landings in Wilchens Airport, which was designated as the command headquarters by the IGSDF in Jagisville. The 121s were flying with the newest F-404s fighters, contrasting from the F-104s that most of the air force. Forming a defensive perimeter was the 89th Highlander Battalion and the 14th Ranger Battalion of the Imperial 7th Field Army. The majority of their land-based air force were stationed in Beblis and Vrontor until they have occupied more air fields to land their planes in Alkharania. The 245th, 607th, 801st Tactical Air Forces and two of the three Strategic Airlift Wings were stationed in Vrontor and Far Western Command bases shared with the CAF.

At the Gulf of Noto were three fleets of 800 ships, one of them in the caretaker formation and one of them in angel formation. Supporting the Marquesan navy was the bulk of the deployed fleets, with the 2nd and the 7th Fleets, both of them in the Valkyrie Formations and the 56th and the 23rd Combat Support Fleets, both of them in caretaker formations. The Strategic Sealift Squadrons were stationed in Vrontor, ferrying the Far Western Command under the cover of Crontorian and Marquesan air dominance fighters and drones.

The IGSDF will finally have its taste of all out warfare for the first time since the Red Revolution.

by **The Greater Aryan Race** » Sat Nov 15, 2014 11:16 pm

"Everything in war is simple, but the simplest thing is difficult."~ Carl von Clausewitz, On War

Reich Security and Defense Commission Meeting
Reich Chancellery
Germania

Jagisville. A small rump state barely the size of modern-day Poland that occupied a little corner of Sondria that no one else in the region cared to look at. There was nothing really significant or important about that small, unassuming little republic, not even any vast quantities of oil or raw materials that would've aroused the interest of certain individuals in the Reich, except that a few days ago, Jagisville had been thrust into the international spotlight following a full-scale military invasion by her neighbour, the Alkharanian Worker's Union of Yalos.

Even before the first vehicles had crossed the Yalosii-Jagisville border, the intelligence services of the Reich had already been monitoring the situation closely, having detected increased troop movements from military bases all over Yalos to the border along with correspondingly increased communications chatter. Yet for all of the military espionage waged by the Abwehr (Military Intelligence Department of the OKW) and the Reich Ministry for State Security, the actual timing of Yalos's full-scale invasion had caught the GAR by surprise, no doubt the consequence of the Reich's failure to maintain an active intelligence network in Yalos (The Communist revolution in that country and the resulting crackdown had all but eliminated the GAR's efforts to infiltrate Yalosii society, forcing the Reich Ministry for State Security to rebuild it's intelligence apparatus there from scratch). Now, as the situation continued to deteriorate, with Yalosii ground forces decimating the Jagisville National Guard, the Führer had requested an urgent meeting of the Security and Defense Commission, also known as Le Pouvoir, The Power.

As the members of Le Pouvoir gathered at the Reich Chancellery, the meeting room in which they were ensconced featured several large television screens, each one displaying a different set of news and general information. One screen had been set to the Sondrian Regional News Network, which was itself featuring a live segment on the Yalosii invasion of Jagisville. Another had been set to a map of the area, highlighting especially the main advances of the Yalosii army into Jagisville. Every now and then, aides scurried in and out of the meeting room bringing updates on the situation on the ground. Seated at the large conference table included some of the most powerful men in the Reich. First of course was the Reich Chancellor and Führer, followed by his Reich Ministers in charge of the Interior, State Security and Foreign Affairs, the Reichsführer-SS, the head of the SS paramilitary group and the Chief of the Supreme Armed Forces High Command (OKW) and the Heads of the various service branches of the Wehrmacht: Heer (Army), Luftwaffe (Airforce) and Kriegsmarine (Navy). All had been summoned to the Reich Chancellery at the express decree of the Führer and all of them had no illusions as to the purpose of the meeting.

The invasion of Jagisville by Yalos would not have normally merited a response from the GAR, since it cared not what went on outside it's immediate area of influence. But the Yalosii-Jagisville conflict lay in close proximity to the multiple maritime and aerial trade routes that criss-crossed the vast Luthorian Ocean, trade routes which the GAR had a huge stake in and which saw no desire to see them disrupted by the ongoing war in Jagisville. A more indirect motive of course was the deep-seated and equally valid fear that the Yalosii invasion of Jagisville signalled a precursor to future acts of Bolshevist expansionism across Sondria. If left unchecked, the spectre of Red Revolution could very easily engulf the region and even encompass the GAR, no stranger to the threat of Communist subversion.

And then of course there was Mahdah, Yalos's co-belligerent in the conflict. For years the GAR had uneasily watched it's Muslim neighbour from across the Luthorian ocean, wary of course of the fact that the Second Imperial Emirate made no secret about it's intentions to establish a regional Islamic caliphate across Sondria, intentions that would no doubt have appealed to the Muslim minority in the GAR. Though both countries had not gone to war, diplomatic relations between them had remained practically nonexistent, a result of the mutual feelings of dread and suspicion that both sides shared towards the other.

As the meeting got underway, it was now Field Marshal Aldrik Bergmann's turn to speak, in his capacity as Chief of the OKW, and he proceeded to do, gesturing to the large map of Yalos and Jagisville displayed behind him as he spoke to the rest of Le Pouvoir.

"As you know gentlemen of the Commission, Yalosii forces have continued to maintain their advance into Jagisville with no obvious signs of stopping. If left unchecked, they will no doubt reach the Western Coast of Jagisville in little more than 72 hours, effectively splitting Jagisville into two."

"At the same time, the Abwehr reports that it is seeing even greater levels of troop movements from all the parties involved. The Mahdahvian navy, according to reports from our merchant ships, has also begun mobilising and very well set sail for Yalos in several hours. Armed forces of the Triad nations have also begun deploying to the west of Jagisville, in anticipation no doubt of a counter-invasion against the Yalosii Workers Army,"

"Based on this information gentlemen, full hostilities may very well commence between members of the Triad and Yalos and Mahdah within at least 24 hours, that is if they have not begun already."

"Well, there goes our peace plan." the Commander-in-Chief of the Luftwaffe, Field Marshal Albert Niemoller, added wryly.

"Herr Reich Minister Balck, has there been any response whatsoever to our proposal of mediation?" queried the Führer, who had long remained skeptical that the GAR's own proposal for resolving the conflict would be readily accepted. However, he had not wanted war either and had resolved to exhaust all other options first before the GAR found itself being forced to intervene more actively.

"Unfortunately Mein Führer, the Yalosii and Mahdavian governments have not chosen to respond. I can only assume they have opted to disregard our proposal. Just two hours ago, I received word from Her Majesty, Akane Hyuga I, the Shogun of Marquesan, that Marquesan has no intention of halting all belligerent actions, although their government is willing to attend our proposed peace conference."

"Our Plenipotentiary to the Sondrian Regional Council, Gerhard Drexler, reports that the Crontorese delegation at the SRC have unofficially expressed interest as well to our proposal. However, the lack of any concrete response means I have no choice but to conclude that all parties have no intention of sitting down at the table."

"In other words gentlemen, peace is very much dead."

At that final sentence, a solemn silence descended on the Commission as her members took in the words of Foreign Minister Balck. The Führer simply stared at the cup of coffee in from of him, making no sound as he clasped his hands in front of him and pondered silently. State Security Minister Honecker saw his chance and proceeded to interject.

"With all due respect Mein Führer, it would not be such a bad thing if war broke out between Mahdah and Yalos and the Triad. My aides have notified me that increasing numbers of German Muslims from our country are apparently traveling to Mahdah to enlist in their foreign Islamist contingents, all that jihadi nonsense. I have instructed State Security to watch our immigration and border checkpoints to intercept any potential threat but that aside, if Yalos and Mahdah are defeated, and there is no question that the Triad is too strong for them to withstand, then we may very well stand to gain from this scenario."

"You're saying we should go to war against Yalos and Mahdah?"

"I'm saying Mein Führer that we should continue to maintain our stance of Armed Neutrality, while endeavoring of course to ensure our national interests are protected in the process. If Yalos and Mahdah are so foolish as to attack our forces, then by all means, they have merely gained another powerful enemy in us."

"This is a dangerous game you're playing Herr Reich Minister, I doubt we'd be able to maintain our neutral stance for long. Sooner or later, we're gonna have to take sides..." said Reichsführer-SS Gartner, the Black Eminence who commanded the GAR's most dreaded and feared paramilitary formation.

"If war comes, then we should be prepared for it. I request Mein Führer your permission to bring the Wehrmacht up to 'Readiness State 3' (OOC: Our version of DEFCON 3) and to recall our reservists to their units. With the agreement of the Kriegsmarine, I also request your approval to dispatch a small naval task force to the Alkharanian area to monitor the situation. That way, we'll be in a much better position to track the movements of the navies of all personnel. At the same time, we should deploy more naval ships to escort our merchant shipping, for security reasons obviously." Field Marshal Bergmann added.

The Führer continued to say nothing, merely looking at the huge map of Jagisville and Yalos as multiple colored blips and arrows denoting belligerent forces all converged on the region, a vast mosaic of warfare and maneuver. After a few minutes, he finally gave his instructions to the Commission.

"In that case, I approve the immediate imposition of Readiness State 3 and the dispatch of this naval flotilla Herr Field Marshal. I want the Foreign Ministry to continue working on efforts to mediate the conflict while sounding out the Crontorese and Marquesan governments as to their actual intentions concerning this conflict. State Security will continue it's efforts at extracting all available intelligence on the situation. Also, call all government ministers and officials back from their winter holidays. If there is nothing else, the meeting is to be adjourned."

"Jawohl Mein Führer!"

Ju'tozzo
Yalos

While the rest of Sondria hurtled towards war, in the centre of the conflict at Yalos, a different sort of war was being carried out. In one of the many restaurants and pubs that dotted the capital city of Ju'tozzo, a young man sporting brown hair sat at his table in the corner of a pub, his eyes scanning the room and it's occupants for anyone of interest. If a Yalosii security trooper had requested to see his papers, they would have identified the man as a certain 26 year-old Joachim Fiedler, a German national working as a foreign correspondent for the Kreuzzeitung national newspaper in Yalos. Of course if they had pried even further and if they had access to the records of the Reich Ministry for State Security, they would have discovered that Joachim Fiedler was not in fact Fielder the journalist but rather, Captain Joachim Fielder of the Reich Ministry for State Security, Amt. B, Foreign Intelligence.

Diplomatic relations between Yalos and the GAR were first established during the period of the monarchy, at a time when the Empress Eyuka and her government were faced with an uprising by Zeiklan rebels in the north. The Reich had proceeded to dispatch a diplomatic delegation to Yalos to establish friendly relations in the hope of cultivating a useful diplomatic ally while offering it's assistance in crushing the uprising. Although the Yalosii government had succeeded in crushing the insurgency without the GAR's help, it had consented to the stationing of a permanent ambassador from the GAR in the capital city.

When the revolution came about and the royal family was purged and executed, the GAR Embassy had been inundated with request from Yalosii aristocrats and prominent individuals requesting political asylum in the Reich. The Embassy did what it could, saving as many Yalosii refugees as possible before the Communists got them. Remarkably, the new Worker's government had allowed the Embassy to continue functioning, albeit under heavy surveillance from the security organs of Yalos. The GAR Embassy had retaliated in kind by acting as a convenient hub for German espionage efforts within Yalos with German spies actively engaged in infiltrating all aspects of the Yalosii government.

Captain Fielder was just such one of these spies tasked by his masters in State Security with recruiting 'agents' or 'sources' within the Yalosii government. Being a communist state, Yalos had attracted the ongoing attention of the Foreign Intelligence Department of State Security, which had recognized that the Communist state of Yalos presented a real and present threat to the Fascist GAR. Accordingly, troves of German agents, both legal and illegal residents, were deployed across Yalos to penetrate that nation-state to ensure that anything that took place in Yalos was also made aware to the Reich government.

Fielder placed his cigar to his mouth and inhaled once more. The pub he was in was known to be frequented by middle-ranking functionaries of the Yalosii Worker's Party, often looking for a place to unwind after a hard day's work of attending Party meetings and conferences and slaving away for their higher-ranked Party bosses. These apparatchiks would often gather to purchase a couple of cheap Yalosii booze (their pay could not afford them the more luxurious Western brands) and brag, gossip or complain about the doings of their superiors or the workings of their government, thus leaving behind a treasure trove of information for more attentive ears to listen in on to. Fielder had been tasked by his superior officer to recruit a few of such individuals to the services of the Reich, a task couched in the jargon of the intelligence community as HUMINT, whereby he would coerce or dupe them into passing on any information that could prove useful to the Reich. Now, he only needed for a suitable target to show up.

by **Deusaeuri** » Sat Nov 15, 2014 11:19 pm

Rock Ridge, Alkharanian Islamic Worker's Republic
18:00, 15 November 2014

Rock Ridge was positioned on one of the hills that made up the nearby Jue'sakka Valley, and the aptly named town of Jue'sakka, just a few miles away. Every day, dozens of military trucks passed through the town in to Rock Ridge to facilitate the construction of the principal Loyal Army base in the nation. This was happening to areas dotted all over northern Yalos. Citizens of the nation looked on with mixed feelings. The Loyal Army was better trained and added a sense of security to the area, but also suspicion. They were foreign soldiers in Yalos, albeit allied foreign soldiers.

Within Rock Ridge, innumerable metal structures were constructed as barracks, offices, and command centers. One of them was designated CS-216 as evidenced by the plate in front of the entrances. Inside it was a man garbed in the standard winter combat dress of the Loyal Army, a nylon and wool jacket with matching trousers, boots, and field cap. Tagged on the sleeves was the flag of the Dominions of Deusaeuri, and a shoulder sleeve with 5 red bars and the tag “GFC;” General of the Ground Force Command. The name tape read Maddoc.

The room itself was similar to most other personal office of the higher-ranking commissioned officers. There were some empty shelves and tables on the side of the entrance while the opposite contained a desk, office chair, and several monitors. Maps of Yalos and the northwest regions of Yalos were spread out on the limited area of the main desk Maddoc sat at, along with the odd folder detailing some list of things present at Rock Ridge Military Base.

Some time in to the afternoon, a knocking came at the door. Maddoc looked up from a mug of black coffee to the door. “It’s unlocked, come in.” The heavy metal door slugged open, and another Loyal Army officer walked in in similar clothing, though with a different rank. Lieutenant General Dorric. He did not bother with formalities, and had a large grin on his face.

“Howdy, Major M- ah, I forget. General Maddoc.” Maddoc returned the smile.

“Howdy to you too, Dorric. Welcome to Rock Ridge.” Dorric shut the door behind him and stepped up to the desk, and brought up a chair across from Maddoc.

Dorric replied after sitting down. “Just arrived in an R-M-P-V with a squad of some rifle grunts. Ain’t complaining, but not much a reception, huh?” Maddoc nodded.

“We’re too busy to allocate for anything better. Anyone who isn’t moving gear is on the increased sentry duties. A five hour sleep is godsend.” Dorric understood why, as did everyone else. The Dominions were on high alert, as the Consuls and Army leadership were likely discussing options at the same time on the Island.

For a while, the two Army officers reconnected. They met previously on combat duty in Ronbiner, in which both Maddoc and Dorric were field officers. After the fighting cooled down, the two were transferred to different locations. This was the first time they had met since. The topics of conversation ranged from exotic islands posting, and the shivering army bases in the Timor. Finally, they reached the “current events.”

“Aye. You’ll be handling the day to day operations as the Base Commander, at least of Ground Force units. Lots of Navy and Air Force have been around here since reassignment.” This was apparent. The number of personnel at Rock Ridge had tripled in the past two months. “Speaking of which…”

Maddoc looked down at his watch, a military issue around his wrist. For a few second, he was silent. “I should be getting something important… Around now.” Maddoc looked up at Dorric, who started blankly. A few, short, but awkward moments later, a knocking came at the door. Maddoc looked over to Dorric and nodded.

The Lieutenant General stood up and pulled open the door. From outside, which was now becoming slowly dimmer as sundown approached, a young enlisted officer entered. Staff Sergeant Lieur Larson, Signals. He had a beige folder in his left hand, and stood at attention upon entered. General Maddoc waved his hand. “At ease. What do you have for us this late?”

Without a word, he passed over the folder, allowing Maddoc to see it more clearly. The front was stamped with “TOP SECRET- GROUND FORCES,” and a red and white striped paper border ran along the edge. It’s presence indicated the folder had not been opened since it departed from wherever it’s source was. Maddoc looked it over a little bit longer while it was in his hands, before looking back at the Staff Sergeant. “Thank you. You may leave now.”

“Yes, General Maddoc!” he near-shouted before proudly exiting the room. Dorric chuckled before pushing shut the heavy metal door and returning to his seat. He watched Maddoc as he cut open the folder with a letter opener and begin sifting through the papers inside, already adding up to the maps and works on his desk. Roughly ten or fifteen minutes later, he panned out all the papers on the desk, and took a long drink from his coffee. Dorric waited for him to finish before speaking.

“So? What’s the diagnosis?” Maddoc leaned back in his chair.

“Alkharanian Command got the O.K. from Yalos and Army High Council to move in to Jagisville. They’re still contemplating the, ah, bigger picture, but we finally got something to do.” They had a short pause. “Most units moving out are in Galbox, Redwood, that neck of the woods. They still want us to deploy Signals, Mountain, and Reconnasaince to the right, parallel to the main force.”

Dorric nodded. “When are they moving out.”

The General looked back down at the papers and then up at the ceiling. “Orders only say as soon as possible. Air units have probably already started, grenadiers and marines tonight, and mechanized tomorrow.” Dorric thought to himself for awhile. He raised his lower arm and checked his watch. A face of alarm went over him.

“I’ve enjoyed our conversation, but I need to head out. Work to do.”

Maddoc nodded. “Aye, same goes for me.” Maddoc and Dorric raised from their seat, turning off all the equipment in the room before leaving. A final handshake was exchanged between the two, before dispersing in to the crowd of soldiers around the base, illuminated only by raised lamps now. The two tried to be calm but in the back of their mind, they knew a tense situation was developed. The first major Sondrian war since Newcastle was brewing, and since then Deusaeuri grown from a rural jungle nation to a far-stretching empire. Defeating Jagisville was nearly guaranteed, but eventually a decision would have to be made regarding the Shogunate and Imperial Federation, which were a much different story than a poor microstate. A much different story.

Unknown location, Northern Ondor, Dominions of Deusaeuri
21:00, 15 November 2014

The MAFV-APC hobbled along the windy mountain road. It had a good suspension system, but that couldn’t get rid of the discomfort of the ride completely. Nonetheless, its occupants, a whole squad of Loyal Army Ground Forces Combat Reconnaissance, had no problem with it. Detroit would’ve seemed like an airport runway to them. The fireteams inside were meeting for the first time, as their unit, like many others, had been recently restructured. The soldiers conversed freely, getting to know the men (and occasionally woman) who would be covering their backs in the heat of battle.

“Well, the RSA-5 is a bit more simple, y’know? My ol’ instructor at IST described it like a street whore. You give her ammo, and does your dirty work. Just that simple.” Some of the other men chuckled or continued their conversations while the fireteam leaders hung their heads in their hands.

In the back of the vehicle were, on different sides, the 62-1 fireteam and 62-2 fireteam. In the front was the squad leadership, the squad leader and commissary, along with the vehicle operators. The vehicle was part of a larger columns, spearheaded by main battle tanks. APCs and tank destroyers were further in the back. All of the vehicles were moving as fast as they could, without risking flying off the windy roads.

From the front of the vehicle, the commissary stepped out and in to the main rear hold. He had multiple roles in the squad, primarily being the a political officer-style supervisor, as well as running communications and being the second-in-command.

“Alright guys, we just got full orders, so shut up and pay attention.” The conversations amongst the soldiers died down and they all stared at him. Sergeant Jarid Lorra. Tag CRN. “We’re part of half of the Mason Army being sent up in to Jagisville in Phase One. We’re heading up the west side, going to the outskirts of Keeper, to regroup and get tactical orders on the taking of the city. Once there, we moved up north to retake Neckarswcih with the eastern force that’s currently moving to Siestrib. Got it everyone?”

“Yes, Sergeant Lorra!” The men bellowed. “Good, any questions?”

The 62-2 fireteam leader spoke up. “Aye. What sort of resistance should we expect?”

“I was gonna mention that. Yea, the Jagisville Army runs a post right in our path stationed with a mechanized infantry regiment and supporting units. Nothing we can’t handle. Keeper will be a bit tougher, especially with civilian resistance, but hardly a challenge. The Jagisville Armed Forces are disorganized a the moment, but not totally untrained. This is different from the jungle, for your eastern veterans. Follow procedure and stick together in the event of an ambush. Is that all?”

Nobody else spoke up. “Right. We’ll be arriving at Point Morgan where the regiment is posted in two hours. Sit tight till then. And, one more thing. For many of you, this is your first combat operation, and certainly your first with a formal army. Follow the rules of engagement, listen to your commanders ,and obey them. No shooting civilians, stealing, or whatever. To summarize, don’t be a dumbass. You should’ve learned this in training, but I just want to tell you myself, cuz if I catch you being a dumbass, I’ll be the one beating you, got it?” The commissary watched the soldiers for a few moments before heading back to his position, leaving the soldiers to prepare themselves for, as he said, their first encounter with a trained army.

Neckarswich, Jagisville
20:00 15 November 2014

The city of Neckarswich was a moderately sized one. Over 250,000 people were packed in to it, and it grew by the day as refugees from Hahns arrived by the thousands daily. It had many museuems and other national treasure stored in it. In prior years, this made it a great tourist destinations for Aerians and Hellans looking to explore Alkharanian history. The six Deusaeurians who had recently arrived, along with the drove of refugees, weren’t interested in history.

They got their first look at the city as they descended from the clouds. All six were pilots in the MR-9 Dagons, the current multirole fighter in the Air Force. Senior Lieutenant Mattio looked down at the optic cameras. Slowly they transitioned from off-white blotches to a scenic air view of the cities illuminated highrises,

“Beautiful, ain’t it?” he voiced over his JACOL (Joint Army Communications Linkup) piece, inside his helmet.

“Yea. Too bad it’ll prolly be in flames soon.” A voice replied. Mattio couldn’t help but sigh. Slowly the fighters reached a comfortable altitude. A more formal voice spoke over the piece, different from the previous one.

“Torch-3-actual to Galbourne. How copy, over.”

“Galbourne solid copy. Send your traffic, over.”

“Torch-3 has reached Point Casar. Requesting permission to engage authorized ground targets, over.”

“Galbourne reports no change in orders. You have permission to engage authorized ground targets of Hutmacher Airport, Neckarswich International Airport, and National Guard Post Neckarswich. Galbourne out.”

“Affirmative Galbourne. Torch-3 out.”

A few moments passed before Torch-3-Actual reported back to the rest of Torch-3. “You heard him. Split to assigned locations. Drop munitions and regroup at point Dirk.”

Mattio understood and veered to the right with a second Dagon fighter. It was only a minute or so of flying before, beneath them they could see it. Before Mattio could begin, he heard the sound of an explosion, then several more from outside the aircraft. It most mostly soundproof, but this had managed to get through.

Mattio ignored it and began the procedure he trained and practiced regularly. In half a minute, he opened the internal bay doors and used his weapons panel to confirm and launch four SA-AM-150 from the bay. He didn’t have to watch to know the cluster bombs were guided a short distance over the target, and detonated, and exactly 150 bomblets were to explode over the runway and terminals of the airport.

The two Dagons veered off and headed towards point Dirk. He watched over the optic cameras as the bombs exploded over the airport, and secondary explosive ripped apart the runway, planes, and terminals. He didn’t give much thought to it as he returned to flying with the rest of Torch-3 back to Galbourne.

by **Gristol-Serkonos** » Sat Nov 15, 2014 11:41 pm

Official Correspondence from the Rieshistagi.
The Sovereign Empire of Gristol-Serkonos.

To: Hermann Balck, The Reich Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Government of the Greater Aryan Race
Subject: Jagisville Invasion, RE: Offer for Peace Talks.
Encryption: Encrypted, Secure

08/16/2014

Herr Reich Minister Balck,

While we welcome such a move from a neutral power, this would be considered very late at this stage of the crisis.

Our recent failure to ask our Yalosii counterparts to withdraw all forces and come to a diplomatic solution has not been fruitful. They continue to plunder and ravage the innocent men and women of the nation of Jagisville. Not to mention such barbaric acts of genocide and ethnic cleansing based on religious grounds is simply intolerable.

We will not allow such acts to continue, mark our words. At this stage, the Sovereign Empire will not accept any thing less than an unconditional surrender from the Yalosii Government.

This barbarism will end, one way or another.

The Sovereign Empire will consider your offer for talks following the end of hostilities. We thank you for your offer.

Signed,

Her Imperial Majesty,
Annika I Felvaron
Monarch of Gristol,
Diarch of the Sovereign Empire

His Imperial Majesty,
Lorei IV Esteria
Monarch of Serkonos,
Diarch of the Sovereign Empire

The Right Honourable Cynthi Valtorum, the Baroness Valtorum of Pietarsaari, HC, MCE
Lord High Chancellor of Gristol-Serkonos
The 31st Gristol-Serkonos Government

The Honourable Olberti Sevansencu, the Count Sevansencu of Ploiești, HC, MCE
Minister of Foreign Affairs,
The 31st Gristol-Serkonos Government

by **Deusaeuri** » Sun Nov 16, 2014 12:46 am

[ Edited this to get the communique but accidentally saved the edit. Everyone's read it, but sorry. I might rewrite it later, but the contents instructed Marquesan to cease military operations and pay reparations to Yalos and Deuseuri. ]

by **The Greater Aryan Race** » Sun Nov 16, 2014 1:10 am

Official Communique of The Fascist Dictatorship Of The Greater Aryan Race

To: The Governments of all the nation-states of Sondria
From: The Reich Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Government of the Greater Aryan Race

Subject: Deteriorating Situation in Sondria

Encryption: LOW

To the Respective Governments,

The Government of the Greater Aryan Race has noted with immense regret and disappointment that the current conflict in Sondria involving the Republic of Jagisville and her belligerent parties shows no sign of abating whatsoever. Further noting that on the contrary, the level of hostile and aggressive military action continues to rise with numerous incidences of air attacks and ground assaults in the conflict zone being committed by both members of the Triad Alliance and the Yalosii-Mahdavian Bloc, with several other nations declaring their intention to mobilise their forces, the security situation in Sondria has continued to deteriorate increasingly.

Cognizant of this development and of the fact that our peace proposal, which this Reich Ministry had submitted to the belligerent parties in the current Jagisville conflict, appears not to have merited any significant response as such from the belligerent states, the Reich Chancellor and Führer has instructed me as such to announce the following official actions to be undertaken by the Fascist Dictatorship of the Greater Aryan Race, to preserve the general security and stability of the region:

A State of Armed Neutrality shall take effect, in continuation of this Government's longstanding policy of express neutrality, whereby the Reich shall refrain from any active involvement in the current conflict encompassing Jagisville but will not hesitate to use force to defend itself if any belligerent nation carries out hostile actions towards the Fascist Dictatorship of the Greater Aryan Race.
All German merchant vessels and merchant shipping traveling to and from the Greater Aryan Race across all of Sondria shall now be escorted by German military vessels of the Kriegsmarine. An attack on any such merchant shipping or German naval vessel that results in loss of property or loss of life of any citizen of the Greater Aryan Race shall be construed as a belligerent action against the Greater Aryan Race.
An immediate change in the Greater Aryan Race's State of Alert from Readiness State 4 to Readiness State 3.
All air travel to Jagisville and Mahdah shall be suspended indefinitely with effect from this communique's release. No aircraft shall be permitted to use the Greater Aryan Race's airports or air bases to travel to the above-listed nations unless expressly authorised by this government.

As it is with much reluctance that we commit ourselves to undertaking these measures necessary for the defense and security of the Reich, the Reich Government however, still continues to present our proposal to secure an honourable and just peace in Sondria to the belligerent parties in Sondria. The Reich Chancellor and Führer will continue to strive to work towards accomplishing peace in the region and tranquility for all.

Should the situation continue to deteriorate however, the Reich Government will be forced to consider more active measures necessary to guarantee the security and stability of the region.

With regards,
Hermann Balck
Reich Minister for Foreign Affairs
Reich Ministry of Foreign Affairs

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