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Saulteaux
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Postby Saulteaux » Mon Dec 22, 2014 12:11 am

The man looks at the icons on the map for a moment and took a deep breath. Running his hands through his hair. Removing a note pad and a calculator her quickly makes some notes and calculations as the room sits silent, except for the faint scratching of his pencil. "Fort Varen is a long way from the rebels, and most importantly my troops. They will be spread thin across the two theaters." he nervously taps his pencil.. "Officer Nimiral was lost in Sanyr, I haven't received word from her troops. Seeing as they have not officially declared war, I would need the Queen's permission. She would declare war, and I would have authority to engage both forces. I have no idea how long that would take."
The room becomes slightly awkward as everyone struggles to think of something useful to say.
"Unless..." The General grins. "Unless we were engaged, and forced to return fire." He adjusts his collar and sits up, raises his eyebrows at the two men. Gesturing the support of the unorthodox reply, clearly impressed with himself.

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Cervidas and Ibex
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Postby Cervidas and Ibex » Mon Dec 22, 2014 10:35 pm

Just then General Blanco followed by Admiral Gramis, enter the meeting room. Both are in full uniform and being escorted by several guards. General Blanco is a middle aged woman standing at a respectable height, and her sea faring counterpart is Admiral Gramis, a man who's scared face is only masked by the magnificent beard that covers everything from the bottom of his big nose downward.

Gramis is the first to speak up "Well I do so hope we didn't miss the war. We just got here o'l chap!" He says as he pulls from inside his jacket and old wooded pipe. "I hope you folks won't mind if an old Ironside like myself indulges in a little puff. Ah the beuricrats back home would probably cry murder if they caught me doing this." Sticking the pipe in his mouth, Gramis shoves his hand into his pocket looking for something. After thumbing around in there for a few seconds he pulls out a matchbox and waits for the reply from the others in the room. While this had been going on Blanco had silently buried her face into the palm of her hand, clearly embarrassed at the Admiral's display
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Oceanion
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Postby Oceanion » Wed Dec 24, 2014 4:29 am

In the cold seas north of Myraxia, the OS Liberator stood anchored. Below decks, a seaman knocked on the door of Captain Wilshore's office.
"Come in" replied a voice from within. Wilshore was at his desk, pouring over maps of the area around Sanyr. Troops from the ship were fighting as infantry in the city, and the positions of every company were marked on his map. As were all the known positions of the MCF and SAF troops.
"We just received this from the capital" she explained, placing a telegram on his desk.
Wilshore picked up the telegram and gave it a quick read. Then he read it again, slowly this time. Then he read it for a third time.
Almost in astonishment he spoke to the messenger, "Edith, it's over," he looked up at her and smiled, "we're going home."
Within the hour, every Oceani soldier in Myraxia knew the news: Oceanion had surrendered to Myraxia and Saulteaux. The rebels fought on but as of noon, none of the few Oceani troops that had come north to Myraxia would fight alongside them. The flag of the People's Republic of Myraxia which had flown, alongside the flag of Oceanion and the traditional flag of Liberty, on the mast of the OS Liberator since the start of the Oceani involvement was lowered, and in it's place a white flag of surrender was raised. In the city, the troops of Oceanion, who had fought hard but were no match for the skill and military might of Myraxia and Saulteaux, waved white flags in the air.

The celebratory mood was not shared by Harris Vmon, the Prime Minister of Oceanion. A humiliating surrender in the north could give rise to more negative feeling against him, and this would heighten the already present danger that the Liberals might break off the coalition and call a general election. Still, he thought to himself, it must be done. The Oceani presence in Myraxia was too small to give the rebels much of an advantage, and surrender would at least keep his soldiers safe. While he felt guilty about abandoning the rebels, some good would come of the surrender. Not least that it would allow Oceanion to resume peaceful relations with Saulteaux, a nation with which Oceanion had no quarrel.
"Avoid war with Saulteaux at all costs," the Oceani ambassador to Saulteaux had told Vmon shortly after Oceani support for the rebels was declared, "they are a nation of civil rights and libertarian values. They are not our enemy."
At least what he was doing would please the ambassador, thought Vmon, although he still doubted himself as handed two formal surrenders to his aide. One to be sent to the Strategic Oversight Council of Myraxia, and the other to be sent to Queen Beatrice d'Chené of Saulteaux.
"So it is done" Vmon said to himself as his aide left, and he read through a copy of the surrender one last time.
The Strategic Oversight Council of Myraxia,
Queen Beatrice d'Chené of Saulteaux,
The Democratic Republic of Oceanion hereby surrenders and seeks to end the state of war between our nations.
All troops currently engaged in Myraxia will withdraw and the People's Republic of Myraxia shall lose our support. All Oceani troops in and around the region of Sanyr have already been ordered to respect the SAF's ceasefire and to disarm.
We would wish to surrender under the terms laid down by Saulteaux, however if you wish to discuss the terms of our surrender, we request that you notify us of where to send a delegate for negotiations.
Yours in peace,
Harris Vmon, Prime Minister,
Louise Redworn, Deputy Prime Minister,
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Gotham City Empire
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Postby Gotham City Empire » Thu Dec 25, 2014 7:52 pm

To Myraxian Government
I Ivo Roddins call a truce and a ceasefire on our involvement all be it very little in this war, currently we to are experiencing the tides of revolt ourselves. The last thing we want is more people supporting them. We will remove all military personal in your nation, we will end all Military actions happening or being planned. We just request the following, 1. Neutrality and or Alliance toward Gotham meaning you can't fund the rebels and or support them in anyway, 2. Sending all know rebels of Gotham's government to it's Capital for a fair trial, and 3. Embassies between our nations in an attempt to end any form of hostility towards our nations. We will also send our Minister of Foreign Affairs over their to song a ceasefire/peace treaty. We will also sen with him 5,000,000 Mints or 25,000,000 NSD to help end any and all hostilities towards one another.

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Vermandois
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Postby Vermandois » Fri Dec 26, 2014 7:44 am

After receiving a request to aid Myraxia against the hostilities of Iryllia The Parliaco quickly assemblies to respond to the call. For the session came many representatives and with an overwhelming majority it was decided to intervene and help Myraxia. Weaponry production was increased units were called to be deployed in Myraxia. Before a Vermandoisien Force Fleet was sent to Myraxia the Defense Minsiter, now Ra Kiefer has decided to visit Myraxia to get a report about the situation and coordinate the Vermandoisien Force.

Rygan, Capital of Myraxia
Arriving from the east, a small aircraft, it was too small to be detected yet was still armored. The aircraft carried Ra Kiefer who hoped to soon meet the Myraxian Command. The Defense Minister of Vermandois was also the head of the Armed Forces and it's 3 branches, usually, he wasn't a political figure but a high-ranked military officer such as Ra Kiefer.

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Postby Myraxia » Wed Jan 14, 2015 1:03 pm

"Vermandoisien aircraft designation Zulu 3-7, you are cleared for landing on runway six. Repeat, Zulu 3-7, please proceed to runway six. "




A uniformed officer met the Verman at the foot of the ramp. "Defense Minister Kiefer? My name is Lieutenant Sokoryn. If you'd follow me, sir, High Marshal Sylva wishes to see you at once. " A small honour guard flanks the steps, but only a single fireteam - clearly, the coming conflict occupies the minds of the Myraxian High Command.
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North Covenant
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Postby North Covenant » Wed Jan 14, 2015 6:30 pm

The North Covenant Fleet had finally arrived in Myraxian Waters. Although well trained the fleet was still relatively green. Other than a few pirates the fleet had seen very little action. Admiral Alexander Maximus was waiting on the helm of his Flagship the Dauntless.

"Any word from the Myraxian's yet we have been within their waters for over an hour now. Is their any word from them whats so ever. Normally if we get within 300 Clicks of their border we get bombarded with questions."

" None sir" Reported Ensign Jacobson "it's still silent I wonder whats taking them so long. The transports are getting restless."

"Huh, and I bet they were just waiting to get felt up by some Myraxian Soldiers" Retorted XO Chaput " Tell the Destroyers to keep watching. We may not only find Myraxians out here..."

The fleet was composed of Naval Flotilla 8,19, and 23. Five Destroyers took up defensive positions on the exterior of the fleet. 8 Carriers had their AA Guns pointed to the sky, and crowds of restless marines on board. 4 Battleships centered around the Flagship the Dauntless, and two small Aircraft Carriers. Four Mini subs were based around the perimeter of the Fleet. returning to their battleships every few hours for a shift change, and refuel.

"well I guess we head towards the capital. Keep trying to find them. It's nearly time for shift change contact me if anything changes XO" Admiral Maximus replied while yawning.

Despite his calm demeanor the Ships were filled with anticipation for what would happen next.
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Vermandois
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Postby Vermandois » Thu Jan 15, 2015 6:59 am

Rygan, Capital of Myraxia
Kiefer wore the standard, forest-style uniforms of the Vermandoisien Defense Forces, decorated Ribbons, Badges, Awards and Medals covered the uniforms. Keifer was around average height and not the most muscular person. The Defense Minister position was still new to him and he wasn't aware much of politics. As the Myraxian Lieutenant approached, Kiefer bowed to him as a greeting. Without uttering a word, he silently followed to meet the High Marshal.

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Cervidas and Ibex
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Postby Cervidas and Ibex » Thu Jan 15, 2015 1:27 pm

"We can Launch air strikes against the rebel at any time. We just need the thumbs up from the Myraxians to begin operation."
" I've already asked them now we just need to wait for their response.''
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Postby Dharmaj » Sat Jan 17, 2015 7:27 am

Is it too late to join in?
:D

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Postby Myraxia » Sat Jan 17, 2015 8:13 am

Dharmaj wrote:Is it too late to join in?


No, go for it.
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Postby Dharmaj » Wed Jan 21, 2015 11:23 am

Myraxia wrote:
Dharmaj wrote:Is it too late to join in?


No, go for it.

Thanks!

Luther was annoyed. He was in a meeting with his Parliament "Fine! It's enough now," shouted Luther, spilling some coffee "There's enough nations supporting Myraxia! Of course, they're going to win the fight against the rebels, but as you insist we shall send supplies and our army to go and help Myraxia!"

"Great sir! We shall start boarding ships! General, get ready" Said the Minister of Foriegn Affairs, Dr Ed
"I shall get the army ready." Said the General of the Dharmeshian Army, with no expression or emotion "we shall set sail tomorrow"

"Right General and Dr Ed, we shall be sailing by 5 pm tomorrow."

"Yes sir!"

At 2 pm the next day, the Dharmeshian Army had set sail for Myraxia, and should arrive at Myraxia's Sea Borders at 6-8 pm.
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Iryllia
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Postby Iryllia » Fri Mar 13, 2015 4:21 pm

"Bearing?"
"Twenty-Three."
"Where? I don't see it."
"Up on the tower block, near the vent, see it yet?"
"N... No..."
"Are you are you're looking at the right building?"
"Yes! God, switching to thermals... Woah! Yup. I see 'em."
"There's more than one?"
"Yuh huh, I see our guy, and he's got a couple of heat sigs right up close to him. Nothing on normal. Must be these ghosts we keep hearing about from the front."
"I guess. Range... Two-Thousand, Five-Hundred aaaand... Seventy Three. Think you can make that?"
"Fucking watch me." The rifle cracked, but the only two to hear it where the ones using it.
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Postby SC Department of Interior » Wed Apr 01, 2015 7:50 pm

The North Covenant Fleet Arrived in the misty bay. The waters were frigid and grey, nearly turning to slush, if it hadn't been for the tides the water would have frozen over long ago. The land was obscured by the early morning fog, or smog it was hard to tell in Myraxia. The crew moral was low, and the winter gear was stretched thin. The watch crew were huddled around a burning trashcan they had stolen from the mess hall. They had left home with passion, and excitement, but now the pale grey of the ships had seeped into their eyes. On the bridge Admiral Maximus, took over from his number 1 who had pulled the night shift.

"Status Report Lieutenant", he stated signing in to the bridges logs.

"All silent here sir" the meek Lieutenant answered

"Any noise from the Saulteaux fleet?, they should be with in radio com"

"none sir we hailed them on all secure channels"

A sudden wind blew the fog away, revealing the outline of a ship.

"Lieutenant hail that ship" the admiral cried out

"Yes sir.
...

Nor response sir"

"Get our destroyers locked on it.... Great gods!"

The ship continued along its path finally braking off its collision course. As the ship got closer it was revealed: A lone Saulteaux ship. The ships brilliant blues had all but been burned away leaving a charcoal black exterior. Massive holes peppered the deck where numerous explosions had gone off. The ship itself had turned into a crematorium, burning all the sailors inside, leaving only ash behind. The windows were all but shattered as it traveled along its lonely journey along the current.

The fog finally cleared to show the remains of the Saulteaux fleet within the bay. Nearly all had either sunken or water logged, and sinking fast. The flagship was still burning on its way down to the icy abyss. the ones who hadn't died in the ships soon met their fate in the icy bay. Life boats filled with sailors frozen solid dotted the land scape. The fleet which had sailed triumphantly into Myraxia had vanished overnight.

OCC: I hope I didn't overstep here, but since saulteaux died, I wanted to push it slightly...

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Postby Myraxia » Sun Apr 12, 2015 5:40 am

MNIF CSC-003 Abyss of Eternity, just south of the Gulf of Myr

The intercom hissed and popped for a few seconds, before the message became audible. Iryllian ECM was making all communication... difficult. "...miral Nylin to CIC. Repeat, Admiral Nylin to CIC. "
Sighing, the Admiral reached over from his bed to depress the transmit button. "Understo... " He yawned. "Understood. " He rolled off his bunk, fumbling for his belt - the whole crew had taken to sleeping in fatigues. Just in case.




"Admiral on deck! "
The voice of the Officer of the Watch rang out across the CIC, barely heard over the chorus of radio operators talking to the CSAR helicopters they had out searching for any survivors of the SAFs abortive engagement.
"At ease. " Admiral Nylin made his way over the Watch post by the tactical display. "What news? "
Wordlessly, the duty officer indicated a new group of contacts on the display. Their IFF tags indicated they hailed from the North Covenant. Nylin raised an eyebrow, searching his memory for the briefing several weeks ago.
"Hail them at once, Watchman. We need all the help we can get. "


"North Covenant Fleet, this is the MNIF CSC-003 Abyss of Eternity. Please state your intentions. Over. "




MCF High Command, Fort Kyvlam, Strategic Briefing Room 1

A quartet of figures stand facing the strategic display that dominates one wall. The majority of the country south of the Fort Kyvlam - Rygan line is colored an ominous black. Iryllian forces had pushed them back to this line, with the exception of a few small pockets of resistance in the occupied territory. The abandoned city of Tynon; the town of Cirizek; Fort Cyrus on the eastern coast - these areas still pulsed a healthy blue.
"Sir, if I may suggest th- "
"Oh, shut up, Dajeil, you kiss ass. "
"You're one to talk, Nykona! You al- "
"At least I say what I mean, unlike some people I could name! "
"Wel - "

"Both of you, quiet. "

The third voice is quiet, not raised, but the two arguing voices immediately cease their dispute. A chorus of "Yes, sir. " is heard.
The quiet voice speaks again.

"Captain Garengar. Situation update. "
A fourth voice, quiet up to this point, sounds into the darkened room. "Sir, the Iryllian forces are being quiet. No further attacks along the front - it seems we've finally blunted their attack. However, sir, we've had no contact with Marshal Gelan's Command Post since the Iryllians assaulted into the Rygan suburbs. Presumed KIA. "



Western Rygan, Transit Station 4 Access.


"Shield 3, this is Phalanx. SITREP. Over. "
The crackling, static filled voice came into Lieutenant Syrn's right ear, just about audible over the roaring sound of the blizzard beyond his canopy thanks to the noise dampeners installed on the audio pickups of the Gromov Pattern BCV he piloted through the battered streets of western Rygan.
"Phalanx, this is... " he yawned. He hadn't slept in three days - kept awake by a mixture of coffee and stims. "Phalanx, this is Shield 3. All systems green, motion trackers are clear, and I'm fucking tired, sir. "
"We're all tired, Lieutenant. Continue patrol. Phalanx out. "

Yawning again, he brought up a map of the area with a sub-conscious impulse. The semi-transparent display showed both his own machine and the two of his squad mates in adjacent streets, and the various friendly positions in the area. Nothing new. He dismissed the map and sub-vocalised a command to the unit to give him another Stim shot. This was going to be a long night.




Private Seryn (2nd Squad, 1st Platoon, 5th Company, 4th Infantry Brigade) was fucking freezing. He envied those of his squad who were off rotation, huddled round the thermal exchange unit in the dugout behind him. He eyed the street through his optics, but the blizzard made it near impossible to see anything. There were Iryllians down there, though. There were Iryllians everywhere in this damn city. A sudden feeling of a presence behind him made him spin round, rifle semi-raised. Nothing. He turned back to the snow-swept street.




An open letter from the Strategic Oversight Council of Myraxia to all nations of the Sovereign Charter except Iryllia:
To the leaders of this World,

We beseech you for aid. We are beseiged by an enemy who attacked without declaration, without warning. The MCF has halted the Iryllian juggernaut, but we fear we cannot take back our land without outside assistance. Saulteaux was a nation admired by many. They fought by our side. We ask you to follow their example.

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Status 1: Confirmed homeland threat, large scale mobilization.
Status 0: Full mobilization



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Postby Iryllia » Mon Apr 13, 2015 11:14 am

Corporal Roman Poplanskii breathed into his gloved hands. His breath crystallizing in the cold night air. He shivered. Roman leaned against the side of the small sandbagged bunker that had been constructed on the edge of the street, half way over a shell hole. A heavy machine gun lay pointing down the street towards the Myraxian positions. They probably weren't more then fifty metres away, bunkered down on their side of the street.

City fighting was a brutal affair, high casualties, difficult terrain made the place a real meat grinder. Didn't help that Roman and his unit had been fighting since the get go but he wasn't paid to complain. The bunker it's self was well constructed. The Engineers had outdone themselves and, it seemed unintentionally, had given them a favour. His watch-mate was currently sleeping in the half dug out shell hole, perfectly concealed from the outside. Roman would wake the grenadier up in an hour and switch places. Someone, somewhere began a fire-fight.

"What's the matter Romanskii? Never been up north before?" Roman jumped out of his skin. Behind him stood Colour Sergeant Bray, the platoon sergeant. "No. Sergeant. I haven't" Roman replied, much more quietly than the sergeant. Bray chuckled loudly and too a large swing from the bottle he was carrying. It glinted in the moonlight. The sergeant was quite obviously drunk and Roman knew why. Bray had been promoted three days prior, to fill the boots of his erstwhile mentor Colour Sergeant Han. Han had taken a shotgun to the face while storming an apartmant complex, Bray and his section had been with him. Bray and a young replacement were the only ones who made it out as second platoon moved to exploit the gap. Bray hadn't put the bottle down since. "Ech." The Sergeant muttered. "Shame." He took another swig from the bottle. It glinted again. Roman rolled his eyes turning his eyes back down the road and heard the Sergeant raise the bottle again.

Two things happened. The first was the crack of a rifle, followed by the shattering sound of a bottle. The second was a string of very inventive curses. Sergeant Bray upholstered his pistol and with his good hand sent a group of shots down range punctuated by virulent swearing. Roman ducked behind the lip of the wall, more shots began to come in. Throwing up dust around Bray as his pistol clacked empty, followed by more swearing as he worked to reload it with one hand. Roman swept his legs out from under him to stop the idiot getting shot more than he already had, then kicked his parter awake in the shell hole. More swearing filled the little bunker on the street corner, the smell of alcohol heavy in the air. The volume of fire increased as Roman peaked his head over the lip. He grabbed the handles of the HMG and began to do what earned his pay.
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Postby North Covenant » Mon Apr 27, 2015 6:58 pm

Admiral Hopkins stepped out onto the deck of his flag ship it was amazing how warm it was outside. He was originally posted in the far north with his fleet, but not he could enjoy the true warmth of the sun again. As he entered the Command Center the mood was much darker.

"Ensign how long until arrival?" Hopkins asked

"less then a day sir"

"I see we made good time. Are the troops ready?"

"yes sir"
The Covenetian fleet to the north was simply a distraction, the main fleet had sailed to Iryllia, and It was massive. 4 Carriers, 12 Battleships, with numerous destroyers and support ships, and most importantly, 2 fortresses (The only two finished), and dozens of transporters. The newest ships had been brought, including the fortress class, the type of ship Admiral Hopkins was standing on. It went from ship to a landed fortress within an hours time. The fleet split into four parts. One providing support outside of the territory, two protecting supply lines and the final and largest leading the assault. Battles like D day were long gone with the fortress class. It was able to complete a landing nearly by itself. The fleet rolled into the Iryllian waters before dawn, and the surprise attack began right as the sun. The Onslaught was brutal, and never ending.

"Today we have gone on the offensive against an enemy of the state. They have attacked without warning our allies struggling through a brutal civil war. We have reciprocated the feeling back to them. The Iryllian people have done a misdeed that must be dealt with, North Covenant will end its assault when peace has been made with Myraxia. -Consul Margret Riley

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Postby Iryllia » Tue Apr 28, 2015 4:36 am

Iryllian Home guard is an impressive force. Even more so considering all that have been sent over seas. Old units, veterans of war and displacement one and all, Famous regiments such as the 16th Rifles and 29th Armour litter it's ranks. In total numbering 3,000,000 standing troops at any given time, high alert due to the recent conflict had troops standing vigilant at all times.

Now, this does not count reserve forces, of which are hard to number as they fluctuate with the current population, even so the Iryllian Home Guard is not a force to be trifled with. Especially while augmented by troops marshaling for the conflict up north. The home fleet itself remains Iryllia's grandest, oldest and most experienced, while Navy has never been Iryllia's main focus on arms it remains powerful none the less, Eschewing obsolete battleships for powerful and fast Battle cruisers as Flagships of the fleet. Destroyers and cruisers making up main line flotillas with Frigates and Corvettes making up bulk escorts. Due to the proximity in which the home fleet exists, Carriers are limited to mainly an escort role, with the 3 Super Carriers of the fleet having been sent north.

The Home guard operate roughly 24 different fleets, 16 of which are equipped with state of the art ships of the line, with the rest being made of slightly older and modified ships for escort roles.

Air forces number 3 air armies, one for each province bar reorganization. Much more than any carrier fleet could ever carry. As such this number is ever increasing as production ramps up for the war effort.




The Office of Naval Intelligence operates the fleets submarines, which is to say a rather large fleet, they have been pushing for funding over the pass few years and a record number of hulls have been laid down in recent years. It's almost as if they knew what was coming.

ONI Intelligence Commander Alexzander Tritov stood bathed in the green light of the command decks consoles, watching the the 8 blips that represented his small flotilla on the sonar display. He was slightly nervous, jittery even. A large contact had been picked up by an AWAC patrol roughly 2 days off of approach of Casella. The contact was big, the patrol didn't deviate it's route citing an anomaly and reported it in. And so, here was Tritov, a few K under waiting patiently for the leads report.

Running dark and utterly undetectable the submarines skimmed the bottom of the ocean, stealth based hulls absorbed radar and sonar and even if you did get a visual, you wouldn't really see anything other than a odd absence of light. State of the art subs, laid down only last year with veteran crews of the Pirate incursions. Tritov's sub, while practially brand new, had already sunk two Myraxian made destroyers of a nondescript nation which claimed to be able to detect and kill any sub imaginable. Tell that to their crews, Tritov thought as the massive contact came on screen.

It was a fleet. A Massive ones with two ships looking like they were dreadnoughts of old. Obsolete in the commanders mind, there was a limit to how big you could go and still be practical. No IFF's pinged, though the makes were North Covenantian, allies of Myraxia, even though they seemed unwilling to help. Untrustworthy as his superior put it. Not a minor threat, but certainly not a main priority the intelligence briefings put. As to attack the mainland would be suicide. It seems like these guys are stupid enough to try it. "Wolf 2 and Wolf 7, break and head for mainland, get signal and report Covenantian aggressors heading for Casella province." The narrow point beams, unless you had a direct probe interfering with the beam was impenetrable.

Commander Tritov hummed, To attack now would certainly do some good, and he had an idea. Admitedly it was a stupid idea but if it worked it wouldn't be stupid. Sure, ships have plenty of close in weapon systems, but do they point downwards? "Prepare tubes 1 through 4. Nuke Cap ballistics and set trajectory for the center of that fleet."

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Postby Chargren » Tue Apr 28, 2015 5:52 pm

Lord Roth was not a happy man.

That in and of itself was unusual, considering his normal attitude toward life and his job, but today he was especially unhappy. For the last six months he and his sovereign Queen Katida Falco had watched the war raging in Myraxia escalate steadily as more and more troops poured into the country from all over the region, and they had remained neutral, despite the cries for intervention that could often be heard from the hordes of refugees that Chargren had taken in over the course of the conflict. That, however, looked like it might be about to change. Both the Queen and himself had been concerned with the actions of Iryllia recently, moving the greater part of their army northwards toward Myraxia, and had been even more alarmed when they found a massive fleet from North Covenant floating only a little ways off their shores. Now, looking at the latest reports from the Office of Special Intelligence, he had settled into a kind of calm acceptance of the situation he and his Queen would be facing.

He was not, however, happy about it.

"Nele!" he called, summoning his aide, who appeared by his desk seemingly as if by magic. "Take this report and have it sent to the Queen and the rest of the council. Make sure they read it. It's important." He paused and thought for a minute. "And better send one to Admiral Beyer as well."




Queen Katida Falco uttered a stream of very un-queenlike words as she read the report Roth had sent her. "What do they think they're doing?!" she said angrily. "Are they trying to get us involved? Did Rhonforq really think we wouldn't care about this?" She gestured angrily at the papers before her, which showed (in impressive detail) the massive advance the Iryllian troops were making even as they spoke. The twin advances were seizing large territories to the north and south of Iryllia... and both of them carried massive armies uncomfortably close to Chargren's lands.
"Well, they haven't actually invaded us yet," said General Bernard, the supreme commander of the Army. "He might think that, given our neutrality so far, we might not react."
"I'm well aware of that," said Queen Falco back, her eyes loosing some of their outrage as she spoke. "But the fact remains that even Rhonforq should be able to see that we'd do something about this." She turned to Admiral Beyer and Lord Roth, the supreme commander of the Navy and the Lord Militant in charge of all of Chargren's armed forces respectively. "Well? Either of you have any input?"
"I tend to agree, your highness," stated Roth, sighing as he faced the unpleasant reality. "We can't just ignore this. Not something this large. I already issued orders for the military to stand by for the mobilization order. We're just waiting to hear your decision."
The Queen turned away and thought for a minute. She was no stranger to command; Chargrenite royalty were picked as the most capable of their many siblings, and she was no different. She was trained in, and excelled at, every aspect of statecraft, and had since she was very young. Despite this, however, she found herself hesitating for a minute. This isn't a decision to be made lightly, she thought to herself, and even though I'm sure it's the proper one for now, I still can't shake this chill in my spine.
She took a breath and turned back toward Bernard, Beyer, and Roth, her face hard, but determined. "Give the order, Hartwing," she said to Roth. "Mobilize our troops. All of them. Bernard, get your troops stationed along the southwestern border. If they do decide to hit us, that's where they'll come from. Beyer, take the Third Fleet and head for Rentinen. Stay on standby in the waters around the port, and don't engage anyone unless i give you orders to. If you're fired upon, you are free to act according to your own judgement. Roth, have the Second and First Fleets mobilized and sent to patrol our coastline. I want a full report on our readiness in two hours." She paused, and looked each of them in the eyes in turn. "I don't like it, but we may be forced into going to war. We need to be prepared for anything at this point. All of you know your jobs. Let's hope you don't have to do them. Dismissed."




(Chargrenite dispatch to Iryllia)
To the State of Iryllia,

The Queendom of Chargen wishes to formally protest the movements of so many Iryllian troops so close to the borders of our nation, and the seizing of so much territory right next to our nation. We find your actions to constitute a threat to our national security, particularly in light of your recent invasion of Myraxia. As such, we have mobilized our military in order to resist any aggressive maneuvers toward us, by any side of the conflict currently raging around us. We will not attack your troops without cause, but are making our position perfectly clear in an attempt to avoid any unfortunate incidents. We do not condone the motion of such large numbers of troops toward our nation, and we shall not tolerate any violation of our sovereignty, and any such violations shall be met with deadly force. We do hope it will not come to that, but we stand prepared in the event that it does.

Most sincere regards,
The Queendom of Chargren
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Postby Iryllia » Wed Apr 29, 2015 8:18 am

(Dispatch to The Queendom of Chargen.)

To whom it may concern,

Mister Rhonforq wishes to convey his intentions to you in writing here. Mister Rhonforq assures the Queendom that no hostile action wishes to be perpetrated against your borders or your people, further more he wishes to state that this act was only taken out of necessity to help secure the security of the surrounding region.

It is most regretful to see the mighty nations of Satrino and West North West America fall into such decay and Mister Rhonforq wishes the memory of such great nations to live on, by preserving the knowledge and history that would most be most assuredly torn apart in time of war. Without a stable and functioning government as you have seen it was almost guaranteed this most unfortunate outcome. The Security of our own borders is very much under threat as you have seen in recent times and Mister Rhonforq wishes to convey his most sincere apologies at any slight, misinterpreted or otherwise, against your great nation. Mister Rhonforq would also like to iterate that only a minimum garrison would be stationed on a direct border, to help prevent hostilities between troops but as you can see. As recent times are in turmoil and national security is paramount.

This act is in no way a move of aggression against your great nation or its people. We are simply moving after our own interests in securing our borders and preventing further war and turmoil in this region. Anarchic states are a bane on a modern society. Wanting nothing more than to see them torn asunder. We made moves to secure out borders and the security of our region as a whole.

On an additional note, if her Majesty takes either offence or strong disagreement mister Rhonforq is open to negotiations of a dead-zone, or readjustments of the borders. To suit her Majesties needs and wants. We are not barbarians and warmongering vagrants so many make us out to be and while there are only few options to deal with certain influences we are not what the world makes us out to be, we are open to negotiation and are willing to hear your views on this matter.

Regards,
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Postby Chargren » Wed Apr 29, 2015 7:35 pm

"I'll admit, I may have misjudged Rhonforq," said Queen Katida Falco, waving the dispatch they had just received from the Iryllian Office of External Affairs. "That was an artful dodge if I've ever seen one, and I've seen quite a few." She tossed the paper onto the table in front of her and looked at the others gathered before her. "Thoughts?"
General Bernard spoke immediately. "That's all well and nice, but by the end of all this the fact hasn't changed that they'll have armies standing by right along our borders," he growled. "Even ignoring the possibility that they might be feeling adventurous, which I am not at all willing to discard, there's still the issue of the tens of thousands of refugees who might have something to say about that. I can almost guarantee that at lest some of them will be feeling adventurous, and I can't guarantee that we'll be able to stop all of them if they decide to take some revenge on the people who forced them out of their homes in the first place."
"I agree," chimed in Earl Faulkner, whose earldom lay on the border that the Iryllian troops were closing in on uncomfortably fast. "I have over seven thousand Myraxian refugees camped in my territory, and until we're fully mobilized we won't have the manpower to watch every gap in the mountains and every bush in the forests. At least some of them are going to get through, and it'll only take one incident in this kind of charged climate to set off a war for real."
"So what, we just ask them politely to leave?" snorted Baron Tharhill, another border territory lord. "That'll go over well. Maybe we could even ask them to kindly leave Myraxia altogether while they're at it?"
"There's no need to be rude, Tharhill." said Falco, stroking her chin thoughtfully. "In fact, that might be the best way to deal with this, actually."
"M'lady?" asked Tharhill, confused.
"Rhonforq wants to portray this as just a peacekeeping mission in territories that are currently in anarchy after the collapse of their governments. Maybe it is, and maybe it isn't, but the fact remains that he wants it to look that way. And he does make a good point; in an area already in chaos, adding more chaos on top of that will hurt everybody, not just the ones actively involved in the war. Stabilizing such a region would help keep things under control around here. Plus, we can use this mission of his to our advantage and test out his intentions for ourselves," she stated, turning away to contemplate the scenery of Chargren's bustling capitol outside her window as she spoke. "If we can play this right, we might not have to go to war after all. And," she said, turning back toward the small group of people before her, "we might even be able to get something out of this mess after all.

Tharhill and Faulkner found themselves suppressing shudders at the sight of the predatory smile on their queen's face.




(Dispatch to Iryllian Office of External Affairs)

To whom it may concern,

Queen Falco wishes to express her appreciation of Mister Rhonforq's dispatch in both the swiftness of his response and the candor of his assurances. However, Chargren cannot in good faith simply ignore the armies placed so close to its borders, as they represent both a threat to the nation as a whole and also present the very real danger of incidents occurring between Iryllian forces and those refugees displaced by their offensives in the north, of which Chargren has taken in an extremely large number. Any such incidents could cause the country to be dragged into the war against its wishes, as either of the belligerents could claim to be responding to unwarranted aggression and act accordingly. However, given your clear statement of your intentions and our shared belief that such a lawless state does indeed constitute a destabilizing force in the region, we offer a compromise. We propose that you withdraw your troops from all areas within 75 miles of the Chargrenite border, and allow Chargrenite forces to move forward and act as peacekeepers and police in the regions within 70 miles of our border, with a 5 mile exclusion zone between the two forces. Chargrenite troops would provide security and humanitarian aid to those within their protection zone, and would also deter any of the refugees within our borders from seeking to cause an incident between our nations, while Iryllian troops would do the same within their occupation zones. The 5 mile exclusion zone would act as additional security against any such incidents, as well as prevent any misunderstandings between the troops of each nation that might harm diplomatic relations between our nations. This would provide the stability we both seek while offering Chargren a measure of security, and allowing Iryllia to divert troops that would otherwise be occupying the territories to the war effort. It would also help prevent any outside powers from seeking to fabricate an incident between our nations through its separation of our forces by the exclusion zone, a tactic that has not been unknown to occur during the course of this war.

We sincerely hope that Iryllia will agree to our proposal, and wish for nothing but peaceful relations between our nations.

Sincerely,
Lord Henrai Baccus
Lord Councilor of the Queendom of Chargren
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Postby Iryllia » Thu Apr 30, 2015 8:26 am

General Llyelin waved the recently received dispatch in his aides face, a certain Colonel Frankurst, who sneered with a disdain only possessed by one of "fine" breeding. "Looks like we sold it! Exclusion zone, Seventy miles from their border with a Five mile dead zone. Sounds pretty reasonable to me doesn't it?" Llyelin grinned at the Colonel, picking up a stained and chipped mug off of a ring stained document that read "Secret: Eyes Only" Or would, if the Secret hadn't smudged and the Only wasn't obscured by a dozen coffee stains. Frankurst wearing his ever present nodded in affirmation. "Most excellent I'm sure," He spoke with an accent that betrayed generations of selective breeding, soft lilting tones with an inflection that suggested that Traditional Iryllian had been his first language.

"Now! Dear Manthel-" Frankurst interjected "Don't call me that" and Llyelin continued uninterrupted "-What to do next? Do you think a bit of playing up is needed? Or do you think our dear Rhonforq's ever grateful wisdom and tact is enough to let this slide..."
"Well we would if we actually asked him before hand." Frankurst interjected again, the sneer growing more prominent. "Now now Manthel-"
"Don't call me that"
"-You know that we can't do that, our dear leader is a very busy..." Llyelin paused, not actually certain of Rhonforq's gender. "Person... And anyway, we're external affairs. Or the bit that isn't run by Intel anyway. Which is to say most of it. As I'm sure you know it's just us two to handle all this!" Llyelin gestured around the small office at the grand total of about 5 documents of any worth and in truth, the coffee machine was probably more expensive than the room combined. Including it's occupants. Frankurst held his sneer, disdain all too obvious in his eyes. "Yes..." He drawled "Important."

(Dispatch to the Queendom of Chargren)

To whom it may concern,

This offer is certainly a tantalizing one, one we have given much thought over before you receive this dispatch. While we are certain there are those who wish to oppose this offer, Mister Rhonforq wishes to convey his gratitude at such wisdom and assures you that this offer will be met with enthusiasm. Mister Rhonforq is certainly aware of the current state of refuges indisposed in your nation and the potential for international clash that may be caused by their hostility. This proposal of a security zone patrolled by natural Chargrenite forces allows for a much more reasonable alternative than simple border security, and further reducing the risk of incident between our two nations.

We suggest however a minor change to the Exclusion zone in expanding it to Seven miles, before entering Iryllian controlled territory. We are sure the additional security measures would not remiss and, as you stated, will help alleviate stresses on Iryllia's war effort. We would once again like to thank the Queen for her insight into this matter. We respect her decision to instate this offer and additionally we would like to assure your nation that, if any hostile action were to occur from refugees within your nation. Iryllia and Mister Rhonforq will not hold the Queendom accountable for the actions of a few vagrants.

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Postby Chargren » Thu Apr 30, 2015 9:18 am

"Heh. Get a look at this, Baccus," Queen Katida Falco said, tossing the latest dispatch from Iryllia to Lord Henrai Baccus, the Lord Councilor of the Queendom of Chargren. "They not only agreed to the exclusion zone, but they proposed adding a couple miles to the dead zone! Plus they assured us that, and I will quote, 'Iryllia and Mister Rhonforq will not hold the Queendom accountable for the actions of a few vagrants'. Ah, that refreshing Iryllian Highborn arrogance!"
"Well, they clearly aren't interested in coming after us at this time," harrumphed Baccus, stroking his mustache thoughtfully. "They probably saw the dispatch and took it as our consent with their quest for empire, provided we get something out of it as well."
"'We'll let you take what you want, but we want a piece of the pie as well,'" snorted the Queen. "And I bet it didn't escape their attention that having us so close in the area would make several of the others hesitate before launching a counterattack, lest they get us involved in the war as well. Clever bastards."
"Well, how do we want to proceed in that case?" asked Lord Roth from his position over by the refreshments table. "This being Iryllia, for all we know they're just using the time we gave them to force off North Covenant and the others before turning their attention back towards us."
"We continue as we were," answered Falco. "Mobilize everything we can field and get them ready for action. Has the Third Fleet reached Rentinen yet?"
"It has, your Majesty," answered Roth. "Beyer contacted us a few hours ago saying he had reached the port and was beginning to offload the transports onto the island. He estimates he will complete it within the hour and will be deploying his ships in a sweeping defense pattern in the waters offshore."
"Good. Have him set up defensive fortifications around the port, and set a few strongpoints in the exclusion zone itself as well," said Falco. "Have Bernard do the same in his zone, and get those patrols organized immediately. And do be gentle with the locals. They've been dragged into this as much as we've been."
"Yes your Majesty," answered Roth, bowing his head in acknowledgement.
"And Roth, have the Second Fleet move into International waters to the southeast. Have them do a sweep of the area to make sure there's no more entertaining surprises coming at us. We still don't know where the bulk of Covenant's fleet is, and I don't want that wandering around unaccompanied in our waters if I can help it." Falco turned away from the Lord Militant as he acknowledged her orders and made for the door. Now the only issue is you, she thought to herself, eyeing the Iryllian dispatch. What happens next depends on what you're actually up to.



(Dispatch to Iryllian Office of External Affairs)

To whom it may concern,

We are very pleased to hear that you have accepted our proposal, and we will happily agree to your suggestion of a slight increase to the dead zone between the Chargrenite Exclusion Zone and the Iryllian Exclusion Zone, as it will only aid in the security of both nations. We are very grateful for your being so accommodating in this time of instability, and we hope that we can continue to find common ground between us in the future.

Sincerely,
Lord Henrai Baccus
Lord Councilor of the Queendom of Chargren
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[Iryllian Sub attack - 3 = Total failure]
[North Covenant invasion fleet - 8 = No real success]




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Current Alert Level: Status 1

Status 5: Standing Defense Forces
Status 4: Partial Mobilization
Status 3: Active Conflict, foreign soil
Status 2: Possible homeland threat
Status 1: Confirmed homeland threat, large scale mobilization.
Status 0: Full mobilization



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Tritov's sub fired three ballistic missiles equipped with a 1 megaton tactical nuclear warhead. One missile jammed in the tube, launch aborted. the three that launched burst out from under the water in the middle of the North Covenantian formation and fired towards the sky. Doing nothing apart from scaring the gunners and getting shot down.

Five Malena class Rapid Offensive Subs launched from port at Kalenkiv. Their Lead Cooled Fast Reactors running constantly hot, sped away towards the incoming Covenantian fleet the second the transmission had come in. Attaining speeds close to 50Kn while submerged these subs ran quickly towards the incoming fleet. The Flagship of the South Eastern Fleet, Sacrificial Victim, along with three cruiser squadrons, seven destroyer flotillas and twelve corvette screens launched from port towards the staging point, an intercept point roughly nine hours away from the Covenant fleet. along with two escort carriers: Messenger of Truth and the Rubric of Ruin. Equipped with the 223rd, 127th, 86th and 14th Naval fighter bomber squadrons.

The fleet, fully combat capable and with only minimal support ships, numbered over Eighty vessels. The Sacrificial Victim's Plotting table, synced with the various Cruiser and Destroyer leader's tables, picked up the Covenant fleet (Supported by Data from the wolf pack shadowing them) roughly three hours out from contact point. Lira Nine, the designation for the pack of Rapid Offensive Subs launched six hours ago engaged the Covenant Fleet at this point in time. Running fast, hot and loud they were picked up almost immediately as they entered engagement rage, using their speed to their advantage, each sub launched two 700mm wire guided torps at the first "Fortress" sinking her utterly as near impacts cracks the hull open in multiple places, ripping an entire chunk of lower hull exposing multiple compartments to the ocean. The gigantic ship sank within the hour. Each sub split, using the remaining two 700mm tubes against individual targets, sinking three cruisers, four destroyers a fleet tender and two troop transports before rocketing out behind the fleet, making a wide turn and returning back to port. Diving deep and fast to evade any reprisal.

The main fleet. Commanded by Admiral of the Fleet Traz-Domivov herself ran into the main trust of the Covenant fleet like a train hitting an glacier. An entirely viscous and short lived war for air supremacy left spiraling wrecks tumbling towards the waves as the contrails of hundreds of Anti-ship missiles crisscrossed the space between the Iryllian ships and the Covenantian ships. Corvettes, frigates and destroyers erupted in flame and smoke on both sides. Cruisers, gutted with flame, fired their main battery guns towards the enemy even as the fire consumed them. The Covenant ships came of worse. The remaining Fortress was gutted by a dozen ASM's from the Sacrificial Victim. A cruiser Squadron, flanked by two flotillas of Destroyers sped off around the enemy formation and began to ravage the comparatively defenseless lines of troops ships and supply vessels. The flanking vessels arrived too little to late to save the majority of the fleet. Even as the last ASM was fired from an Iryllian ship, they laid in with guns, holing ships at the water line, destroying towers and bridges of the attacking ships.

In the end few Covenantian ships escaped, roughly twenty Iryllian vessels remained afloat. The flag ship Sacrificial Victim had been gutted by a pair of ASM's towards the end of the battle still moved under her own power, albeit slowly. Prowling the debris strewn water, picking up sailors of friend and foe alike. As did the remain vessels, very few of an escort class remained. The remaining Wolf Sub's surfaced as well to assist with the rescue effort, Tritov's sub had been destroyed early on by a stray depth charge. Covenantain sailors were treated with a grudging respect. Partly due to the audacity of their attempt and the damage they had been able to inflict on the fleet.

The remaining ships returned to port, dropped of the wounded and POW's and then returned to the debris field with a fleet of support ships to continue with rescue and salvage operations. News of the Attack began to spread the next day.



(dispatch to the Queendom of Chargren.)


To Lord Henrai Baccus. Lord Councillor to the Queendom of Chargren.

We are grateful that you accept these conditions to-which we have proposed. We look forwards to future proposals and fruit between our two nations, co-operation between out two armed forces and governments and any future involvement between our two nations.

Regards,
Office of External Affairs,
Gen. S. D. Llyelin. (MCD, KDO.)




Llyelin tapped the table lightly in thought, the short dispatch opened on the desk infront of her. A fresh coffee mug sat on one corner, keeping the page from fluttering in the light breeze caused by the air conditioned room. Falkurst sat in an old leather armchair across from the General, ashtray sitting on an arm and a thick cigar clamped between the Colonels teeth. "Is this actually wanting of a response? Or are we just to enact the principles? More to the point, which of us is going to tell... Not Tras any more, he went up north, who is it now? Lactyl? Something like that?. Regardless, I heard he has a temper and Manthel..."
"Don't call me that" Replied the Colonel icily
"You and I both know we ended up here for a reason. So, who draws the short straw?"
"That would be you." The tone in Falkurst's voice was laden with contempt. A Puff of smoke twirled it's way to the ceiling.
"But I outrank you I'm afraid. So it shall be you Manthe-"
"I said do not call me that girl." The stare Flakurst gave Llyelin could have melted through half a metre of steel. Llyelin responded with a slight raising of the eybrows. "Listen, Falkurst. I got my way here because I happened to have a son of a prominent Colonel shot. You, I know for a fact had a slight alteration with a certain Field Marshal I'll leave unamed. We're here, out of the way. Out of sight and out of mind for a reason. We're not liked and you know this as well as I. So, You will tell Lactyl of the dead zone because I outrank you. Simple as." Llyelin spoke in a soft tone, which betrayed nothing to Falkurst. The intention was clear enough however as Falkurst got up without another word. A thin trail of cigar smoke eddying in the Colonels wake.




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