Lighting the Fires(MT|Open)

[Dralka]

OOC: Quick bump and post here guys, sorry for inactivity on my part. Making a big post here pretty soon.

No worries man! Your contributions have been great!

[Scandova]

75 Miles off of Dralkan North Coast
March 30th, 2015, 2000 Hours

"Get those men moving, now! I want this done by 2100 ladies, let's go!" Major Vasily Chernyov stood on the dark and rained on deck of the SMS Arcanine supercarrier, watching the men of the 52nd Airborne pile onto their CTC-9 Transport Planes. They weren't the only activity in the fleet; destroyers and battleships were moving to position themselves in defensive positions around the Cenero-Scandiv Task Force. Meanwhile, F/A-24 Scorpion Fighter-Bombers lifted into the air, beginning to move for preliminary strikes on heavy guns and enemy armor, should the enemy present them to the 52nd. Additionally, transport craft equipped with Scandovan's 3rd Shock Corps Marines, the most elite of the armed forces, and amphibious lander equipped with ice cutters began to follow their Cenerian escorts towards the Dralkan shores. The straights here were naturally protected, and it was no doubt that some men would be lost during the trip alone, but the 3rd always led the way, and always volunteered to do so. They understood the risks quite well, and they wouldn't let some frozen water get in the way of a perfectly good invasion.

On the upper deck, Admiral Drake Collis sat, almost alone, in what passed for his office. The single other man in the room was Lieutenant Joseph Rehan, commander of the resident MPAU (Multiple Platform Attack Unit) special forces team on his ship. This was how he would actively assist the ground force.

"Lieutenant. As I'm sure you're fully aware, aerial surveillance has the Dralkans setting up coastline defenses to throw our boys back into the ocean as soon as they land. I do not have to state why this is unacceptable. Here," he motioned to an electronic display map on his wall. "Here, and here. Three defensive posts that I want you and your men to clear out. Afterwards, push as far inland as you can by any means necessary and link up with the 52nd. You're only a squad, so you should be able to slip in undetected until they notice their posts aren't responding; but be careful not to trip any alarms. All our support is geared towards the main landing, you're on your own from the point you leave this ship to the moment you hook up with those Paratroopers."

Rehan nodded tentatively. "5 of us sir. We've got our gear. We'll be off within the hour."

The Admiral was alone once again. He grimaced. Rehan was quiet, didn't have anyone but his team. But he had a track record of operations worldwide; he knew what he was doing. Maybe quiet was for the best.

15 Miles off of Dralkan North Coast, 18 Miles From Drop Zones
March 30th, 2015, 2130 Hours

>>>This is Scorpion command to Ajax, all units are active and airborne.<<<
>>>Copy, Scorpion. All birds in flight. Flying under radar, we'll have to dip up for the first pass. They'll see us coming, but it won't be in time.<<<
>>>Copy that Ajax, those crazy 52nd SOBs are right behind us.<<<

Aeion, Scandova
March 30th, 2015

The cheers of the crowd were deafening, the streets filled. Aeion, already a megapolis, seemed to be bursting at the seems. It was true, what they said about uniting a nation; Give it a common enemy. Today that enemy was Dralka. For days the people of Scandova had been witnessing acts of Dralkan aggression in their homes, at work, in public. The Scandovan media was in Blitz mode. The small, but significant Jalkan minority in the nation was in an uproar; many had even been flocking to their homeland to join their brothers and sisters in the fight there, and more had joined the swelling ranks of the Scandovan Armed Forces.

A military parade, the first in two years, was taking place in Jot'han Square, central Aeion. Although the military of the republic was large and well-funded, it was mostly kept quiet. People had no reason to speak of it, as the country's last major conflict was years ago in Arkava. It was because of Arkava, though, that the military was the well-oiled machine that it was now. Hundreds of soldiers, dressed in national colors and followed by processions of armor and mechanized units marched and rolled through the streets, to the fervent delight of those that bore witness. The confidence could be heard, but the tension could be felt.

Would this be as bloody as Arkava? How many young men and women would die in the name of a free Niskas?


Scandovan soldiers march through the streets of many major cities, including the capital, Aeion.

Immediately off the Dralkan shore.

March 30th, 2015, 2130 Hours

The gentle waves lapped at the send, rain splattering the cold waters further up. Slowly, three figures, silhouetted in pitch black, began to rise from the shoreline, followed quickly by two more.

>>Falcon, this is WolfPack. All Operators active, repeat, we are On-Line.<<
>>Copy WolfPack. Go dark, and proceed with caution. We spot you less than a click west of a Dralkan post, intercepted comms spot call-sign Theta-7. Get moving, shut those tangos down.<<

The smallest of nods and the slightest movement of a hand sent the Pack away into the night, to hunt their prey.

[Creatle]

To: Scandova
From: The UPR
Subject: Alliance
Priority: High

Dear the Republic of Scandova

It has come to my attention that you have joined a conflict concerning Dralka and I wish to propose a alliance between the UPR and Scandova. This will ensure a strong fighting force and a lasting friendship. The treaty mainly requires the movement of military forces and supplies through each others borders. Of course there may be some other requirements added to the treaty later on but currently its concerning the movement of troops and peace between our great nations, I deeply believe you should consider this for it will be a large factor in this war.

Regards, President Silver, UPR

[Dralka]

Aldrax Air Base; Twenty Miles South of Anis Keep

The base was preparing aircraft for patrol. With hostile vessels just out of the territorial waters, it had been decided to keep patrols in the air as much as possible, even with the storm season underway. They were risky flights, given only to experienced pilots. Against war veterans like the Cenerians, their outdated aircraft would be apparent, and any skilled pilots were expected to try and take down unauthorized aircraft. It was seen as a tedious but necessary task to many of the pilots.

Rikan was one of the few that did not mind them. If they met the foe, he only hoped they would worthy opponents. Today he had been assigned to a medium range patrol mission, towards the Theta positions, right in the face of the Scandovan fighters, although they did not know it.

He was walking through the white painted walls of their airbase towards the hangars as the sounds of rain pelting across windows. His flight suit was a dark grey, a skull embroidered into the back of it. On either side he was flanked but other pilots, the last two farther behind it. The squadron had received new identifiers. A dark haired man on his right had a dark red sword on the back of his jacket, his name was Verin Esntera, and he had once been known as Terror. On his left was a fair skinned bald man named Corey Brekka. His personal emblem was a grey trident. He had been known as Warsmith. Behind him was his wingman, once known as Warsmith, who had a silhouette of an eagle, the last was Discord. He emblem was a white sword.

They had been reorganized as the Vamprics, a horned and skeletal creature from Dralkar Mythology, equivalents of what vampires were in many, only in enclaves and attacking in what would be easily considered packs. Only Rikan’s call sign was the same. Terror had been replaced with Blood Lord, Discord with Prince, Warsmith with Daemonkin, and Over-Captain with Blood Knight. They went their MiG-29As in complete silence, while several SU-35Ses and F-15s had been captured in the conquests, they had yet to be trained to use them.

They mounted in grim silence. Their grimness had become a very apparent structure, each of them agreeing that once they could look forward to worthy opponents, they would be happy. They were all at the least Double Aces, the inexperience of the Jalkans improving their skill records, but only Daemonkin and Daemon could claim that did not feel ever challenged by their experienced pilots.

Slowly the hangar doors opened and each of the aircraft slowly moving their way out of the hangar. Rikan wa sthe first one out.
>Daemon, prepare for take off.<
"Get me into the air."
>Daemon, take off when ready<

Rikan took off…

Fifteen Minutes Later; ten minutes after Scandovans had arrived in the Air Space -- Airspace TZ6

Lightning flashed in the sky as the Vamprics arrived in the area. It was night, the only things seen were the lights of search lights.

>>>This is AWACs. Blips appeared on radar just off of the coast. Likely fighters, affiliation unknown, mission unknown. <<<
“You till now to tell us that…”
>>>They only recently appeared. Take them out.<<<
“Daemon to all Vamprics. This will naught but a nuisance take them all out.”
>>>Daemonkin, engaging.<<<
>>>Blood Knight, engaging.<<<
>>>Blood Lord, engaging.<<<
>>>Blood Prince, engaging.<<<
“This is Daemon to AWACs Brokenshard. Send for reinforcements. If this becomes a real engagement, I want to have more units here.”
>>>It shall be done as you wish.<<<

Each of the black bodied aircraft of the Vamprics engaged the first Scorpions they could. Squadrons from two air bases were being scrambled to the area, notably the aspiring Scarlet Crusaders, and the infamous Gamblers.

33rd Air Division, Third Fighter Squadron; Nemesis Squadron

The flight leader a woman named Vironica Altran. She was in her mid twenties, and had earned a name for herself during an engagement with the Central Collective’s air force. She flew a MiG-31 along with her wingman. Her other squad members being a set of SU-47 Berkuts. She had brown hair and eyes, and the classic pale skin.

“This is Sedition to AWACs Brokenshard. We were rerouted by Command from our patrol near Frozenheart. We are ready for combat.”
>>>This is AWACs. Understood. Those small blips have been identified as hostiles. Shoot them down.<<<
“Understood. All units, engage.”

Theta-7

“Get down and stay down! Only some of those roars in that damned sky are friendlies.” Dregar pulled one of his men into the hidden bunker. An explosion ripped through the air in concert with a crack of thunder as an ammunition dump was destroyed by the fighter-bombers overhead. Flak guns spat explosive rounds into the sky in a desperate but seemingly vain attempt to force off any of the aircraft. The soldiers were simply lucky they detected the aircraft when they did or they probably would have been completely wiped out.

“Our fight is not yet here. Let the Birds dance through the sky, the brutal symphony is not yet upon us or in concert with the deadly tango.” The Exarch muttered as the people defending the Theta Positions took cover.

[Scandova]

>>>Scorpion, this is Ajax, you have multiple bogies inbound to your location, repeat, multiple bogies inbound. Presumably Dralkan, definitely hostile.<<<

Flight Captain Farik Acthar bit his lip. It'd been a long time since he'd seen combat, but the last time he had, he'd racked up over twenty kills throughout the Arkavan campaign, making him the deadliest pilot in the Air Force of The Republic standing. His team was experienced, but hardly, having flown sorties against the weak air forces of the Fascist rebels that were fought and contained within Varek less than a year ago.

Scorpion, this is Lynx, my ISI feed is going crazy, I'm getting readings left and righ-<<<

The transmission was cut off by a sharp sound and a flash of light. Contact!

>>>All squadrons this is Scorpion, we have been engaged! Escort your transports and establish air superiority.<<<

Acthar dove left, swinging under and then behind a sweeping Dralkan fighter. Pulling his craft up, he dove for a strafe.
All around him, the sky was lit with lightning and cannon fire. This made Arkava look like a pre-game flyover.

3000 Feet From Dralkan Shoreline

"We are go hot, go hot! AMPTCs, get those lights up for Nav! They'll see us now boys, but that darkness let us get close. We still have some element of surprise!"

The Transports, having lost minimal (but significant) men facing the elements on the way the through, dropped their Amphibious Landing Craft filled with the soldiers of the 3rd Shock. As they dropped, their Nav lights flicked on, giving their presence away to the enemy but hopefully serving to blind them in the process. "30 Seconds Marines! Show these boys what The Republic brought to the party!" The men responded in unison with the 3rd's chant of "Ahye!"

For better or worse, the invasion of Dralka had begun from the Northern coast.




OOC: A bit short, but I'm out of time for tonight.

[Creatle]

Admiral Vance had ordered the loading of troops and armour onto the transport ships, in approximately 1 day depending if the weather was decent and they didn't get stuck in the natural ice blockade that surrounded Dralka they would be landing on the frozen beach head, news of the fore coming landing in Dralka by Scandova urged the President to get a landing force ready as well, this was a war and although Scandova was a strong army it wasn't unstoppable and the Vance knew this, by sunset the transport ships would leave port on a direct heading to Dralka and should arrive by sunrise, this would be one of the largest amphibious landings in history with Scandova, larger then the landing in Normandy, June 6th, 1944. Todays technology made it a lot harder to land, but the Admiral would hopefully make contact with Scandova's Fleet Admiral and there they could find a possible use for the army.

The Admiral also had a tick up his sleave, right about now one of the best soldiers will be landing 2 kilometres inland and sabotage vital objectives including telephone wires and spotlights, field guns that would cause havoc on the beach and a small infantry camp that would act as a FOB.

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Daniel was plummeting at 200 kph through the clouds only a few minutes ago he leapt out of his drop plane that was flying at 9000m. He was apart of Fox - 07 an elite branch in the army. Highly trained professionals in stealth and sabotage. He pulled the cord to open his parachute. The sky was already dark in Dralka only to be disturbed by the scattered lights in the country side, the rest of his team had already landed and he was only seconds away from hitting the ground.

They landed in a thick field of wheat, only a few hundred meters away from each other, they all linked up in a partially collapsed area under a tree.

"Daniel, Thomas and I will go and destroy the searchlights and cut the telephone wires. Frankie, Simon and Harrison will go and take out the field guns, don't attempt to assault the FOB yet, were going to need to do this together, ok well meet up back here in 30 mikes don't be late" Whispers Lewis.

"Ok, Lets go Harris, Simon," Responds Frankie.

Daniel starts running in a crouched stance along with Lewis and Thomas. It would be along night in hell, but hopefully they would make it and hide out in the fields until the army manages to push inwards.

[Ambrica]

Dralkar launches 'War of Aggression' - MoD called into session
''Dralkar announces war - Invades Jalka in surprising move''

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UCA, Columbia (ABN) — In an astonishing and surprising move, the Federation of Dralka launched a coordinated air and land offensive into Jalka last Thursday in what's being called an unprovoked Act of Aggression' by many Ministers and Senators within Parliament.

The small nation, which has been recently recovering from a coined 'couped government', and further war with the alliance known as the 'Central Collective' had recently been pushing for further arms build-ups that drew quite a bit of concern with foreign leaders.

Despite the usual condemnations over the remobilisation of the Dralkar military, the recent declaration of war and subsequent invasion came as a relative surprise to many. Adriana Ford, Foreign Affairs Minister and Chancellor of the General Assembly harshly condemned the military action as a 'direct violation of internationally recognised sovereignty and unprecedented aggression'

It's been reported that several thousand Dralkar troops, under the cover of aircraft successfully crossed the Jalkan border in a brutal first strike. With the news, Parliament was hastily called into session in Columbia after a 4 week recess to discuss the situation and the proper Ambrican response.

Following the session, Adriana Ford announced that an official condemnation would be filed and submitted for approval of the Prime Minister - then forwarded to the Dralkar government further demanding a cease fire. ''The recent actions by the Dralkar government have been considered as belligerent, aggressive, and a direct violation of internationally recognised sovereignty of the nation of Jalka. It is with the permission of Parliament following session, that the intentions of Ambrica are made clear - the Dralkar government is to negotiate a cease-fire, and immediately begin preparations for a withdraw from sovereign Jalkan territory or face further measures equal to the belligerent actions of the state.'' James Remly, President and National Assembly Speaker stated during the hearing following session.

Prime Minister Renford has ordered a Carrier Strike Group (CSG-4) to remain on stand-by, CSG-4 is currently out in the Eastern Ocean conducting routine naval exercises and patrols. The Ministry of Economics in conjunction with the Ministry of Foreign Affairs announced a session with Renford's cabinet to discuss the possible application of Economic Sanctions on the Federation of Dralka.
By ABN's Grace Seretti

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''CONSILIOETANIMIS'' UNITED COMMONWEALTH OF AMBRICA 1812 White Oak Avenue, Columbia, Province of Wheatmeadow [301] 299-7001 Head Office of the Department of State; FAX Extension 4 [301] 299-7002 General Inquiry; FAX Extension 5 TO: Whom it may Concern in the Federation of Dralka FROM: UCA Department of State, Chief Director Adriana Ford ADDITIONAL(S): Executive Decree E-301; HK-#40982 SUBJECT: Unprovoked War of Aggression Greetings, It is with hope that this diplomatic missive be received to the proper authority, in state; of which it was formally delivered to the foreign affairs office, or counter-part thereof; in compliance with the due process of diplomacy and international law. It is with great shock and urgency to the administrative body of the United Commonwealth of Ambrica, over the bellicose acts committed by the Federation of Dralka; that this missive has been formally submitted for review and further forwarded to your respective government. The actions committed by the Dralkar Federation have been collectively recognised within Parliament to be a 'direct violation of internationally recognised sovereignty of the State of Jalka', a 'violation of international law', and an unwarranted and further unprovoked act of aggression conducted by the military forces of the Dralkar Federation. It is with great regret - that we must feel the need to express our outright, and total displeasure with these actions, and formally condemn the Federation of Dralkar in accordance with international precedent priorly instated among respective governments. It is with further regret that we must denounce these actions, and the Dralkar's violation of respective sovereignty held within a neighbouring power. It has been agreed upon within the respective ministries of the collective Parliament, that a series of economic sanctions be hastily announced against the Federation, furthermore with an immediate demand of a mutually agreed cease-fire, and an official withdraw of Dralkar military forces in accordance with international decrees and laws residing. This body should formally like to note, that failure to comply with these demands shall officially result in further and more aggressive measures equal to the belligerence conducted by the Dralkar Federation in compliance with international law. Such measures will remain domestically negotiable, and malleable as seen fit at the discretion of Parliament, they are listed - and shall not be limited to - Further Economic Sanctions upon the Dralkar Federation, including but not limited to: Boycotts of Dralkar Products on International Markets Internationally agreed Embargo of Foreign Exports of Dralka Internationally convened decisions resulting in the limitation, banishment, or freezing of over-sea Dralkar assets, businesses and business leaders, and slashed trading with Dralkar banks. Further and domestically negotiable measures may include but not limited to: Aggressive measures constituting the deployment of carrier task groups and abound naval forces to the respective international waters bordering sovereign maritime bodies of Dralka Internationally convened coalition and further aggressive preliminary preparations to be decided at the time of such convention Sincerely Signed, DIRECTOR ADRIANA FORD of the DEPARTMENT OF STATE

UNITED COMMONWEALTH OF AMBRICA Executive Decree E-301; HK-#40982 1812 White Oak Avenue, Columbia, Province of Wheatmeadow [301] 299-7001 Head Office of the Department of State; FAX Extension 4 [301] 299-7002 General Inquiry; FAX Extension 5 SUBJECT: Economic Sanctions conducted by the UCA; Filed under the Harriot-Kellman Act #40982 (Sub-section iv) STATUS: Officially Announced Order; Internationally Available - Addressed to all parties involved In Compliance with the Harriot-Kellman Act, sub-section IV denoting the expression, implementation, and submitting of Executive Decrees by the Federal Government of the United Commonwealth of Ambrica through the discretion of the proper authorities; The following document is listed as a Formal Announcement of Diplomatic Intention condoned by the United Commonwealth of Ambrica and its constituents. The modification, distribution, or other actions deemed illegal under International Law in regards to this document are to be considered indefinitely prohibited without the express permission of the respective authorities. I. The United Commonwealth of Ambrica has expressed its desire and intent to launch a series of Economic Sanctions upon the Federation of Dralka listed under the following; An Aggressive and Unprovoked attack, invasion, or incursion thereof - directed, conducted, or carried out against another sovereign power. Violation of preliminary and established borders and sovereignty recognised by international powers. Actions conducted under official orders decreed by the Central Authority of Dralka determined to be illegal II. The United Commonwealth of Ambrica has asked for the international community to recognise this issue at hand, and to participate, in convention; to further outline systematic sanctions upon the Federation of Dralka for their respective involvement within above stated actions and conflict proportionate to their behaviour. III. Sanctions upheld under the acts set forth by the United Commonwealth of Ambrica are listed as follows, and are permissible to change at the discretion of the respective authority within the UCA. Official boycott of Dralkar Products on the International Market Slash trading against Dralkar economic assets, businesses and banks Banishment of selective business leaders of the Federation of Dralkar Withdraw of economic policy conducted within cooperation of the Federation of Dralkar IV. These actions are listed to be conducted in Urgency and are formally instated at the signing of this missive. V. These actions shall remain within full affect until the following demands are met at the discretion of the Federation of Dralka. Immediate withdraw of Dralkar forces from the sovereign territory of Jalka Mutual announcement of intention to agree to a cease-fire Acceptance of International Observers to reside over the withdraw and respective cease-fire International hearing over the bellicose actions of the Dralkar military and administration at a location to be decided VI. Should failure to comply with these actions stated above - the UCA announces its intention to take further aggressive measure in proportion to those of the Dralkar Federation at the discretion of the UCA and international convention at a further date in time. VII. This missive has been declared to be officially, and formally active at the signing of this document - a time-frame of (three days) has been required for an official reply to this Executive Decree by the respective foreign affairs ministry or counter-part thereof, by the Administration of Dralka. Failure to reply within the selected time-frame will result in the decisions to be further escalated, and determined to be an automatic denial of the Dralkar Administration to comply with the terms outlined in this document. Signed, PRIME MINISTER SAMUEL RENFORD of UCA MINISTER RACHAEL GARTLEY of the MINISTRY OF ECONOMICS MINISTER JORDAN O'CONNEL of the MINISTRY OF DEFENSE MINISTER VICTOR ROUSEAU of the MINISTRY OF STATE SECURITY DIRECTOR ADRIANA FORD of the DEPARTMENT OF STATE

[Dralka]

Working on post, got my writing motivation back today! Prepare for a shift, is all I have to say so far.

[Scandova]

OOC: Creatle, might want to lower your number for the invasion force; the amount of planning and logistical support required to support something akin to the Normandy landings is immense to say the least, not to mention that the situation at current does not require that many men, and the natural defenses of Dralka's northern shoreline allow for nothing larger than a contained landing. I suggest landing anywhere between 5,000-15,000 troops, at the very most.

To: Scandova
From: The UPR
Subject: Alliance
Priority: High

Dear the Republic of Scandova

It has come to my attention that you have joined a conflict concerning Dralka and I wish to propose a alliance between the UPR and Scandova. This will ensure a strong fighting force and a lasting friendship. The treaty mainly requires the movement of military forces and supplies through each others borders. Of course there may be some other requirements added to the treaty later on but currently its concerning the movement of troops and peace between our great nations, I deeply believe you should consider this for it will be a large factor in this war.

Regards, President Silver, UPR

To: President Silver, UPR
From: President Jakob Sorokin, Capitalist Republic of Scandova

Regarding our common enemy, we are happy to accept your terms of alliance. Officiations including revisions of your previous requests shall be made at a later determined date.

Godspeed,
President Jakob Sorokin

To: Ceneria, The UPR, Jalkan and Allied Forces
From: Scandovan Office Of Military Directives

Gentleman, as the conflict in the Niskas region continues to escalate, I enclose The Republic's official (and modifiable) ORBAT for our current campaign goals.

Task Force Steele
Point of Entry: Northern Coast, Aerial Drop

Code: Select all

ORBAT: TF Steele

Land/Aerial Component

x8,000 Shock Marines
x3,000 Shock Paratroopers
x60 M5A1 Knight MBTs
x90 Bradley IFVs
x75 F/A-24 Scorpion Fighter-Bombers
x90 Stormwehr AT Guns
x70 Blitzwehr AA Guns
x80 M5A2 Spark Artillery Guns

Naval Component

x2 Basilisk-Class Supercarriers
x5 Omni-Class Carriers
x25 Rain-Class Destroyers
x20 Jot'han-Class Battleships
x20 Skjord-Class Submarines
x35 Mithil-Class Anti Mine Ships
x15 Aeion-Class Corvettes
x8 Fost-Class Cruisers


Task Force Iron
Point of Entry: Jalka, Airfield Landings

Code: Select all

ORBAT: TF Iron

x15,000 Scandovan Army Rangers
x50 MPAU Special Forces Units
x150 M5A1 Knight MBTs
x200 M3A1 Frost SBTs
x180 M5A2 Spark Artillery Guns
x200 Bradley IFVs
x60 F-70 Corinth Fighters
x100 Stormwehr AT Guns
x90 Blitzwehr AA Guns

This being understood, we will of course request official permission from Jalkan forces before landing any men or equipment from our second, and larger, task force.

[Dralka]

Dralkar Emergency News Report

Tonight Marshall Zandelse has ordered all military units to stand down. A message put onto all martial frequencies stated that all military units were to put down their arms. Divisions across the Thera Abis and Avon Sal have showed signs of withdrawing from those areas with rear elements being the first to back away.

In addition, she has made a statement that she will be resigning, with the latest message from the Ambrica, who had threatened economic sanctions. The Lady Marshall added to the statement, that it would be better for the country as whole to stand down, but several units have refused the stand down order, and their leader, a Chosen Maltetak replied with the statement, Death before dishonor, the motto of the old Knights, and to the great dismay of many, armed civilians have joined their ranks.

Most worrying of all however, is that while it appears the government has attempted to cease the fighting, the Ser Zalan has erupted into chaos. It appears, that the legends are repeating themselves. The Ser Zalan has become a battleground between the recently titled Honor Guard, and units of the Raven Guard, commanded by Defense Minister Dre Grastan, have begun fighting the dissenters in an attempt to keep the peace, but it seems that it will be almost impossible to keep open war from ravaging the country.

In addition, the Ministers have decided to hold a council to decide how to handle the situation, both politically and militarily. Conflict has spread throughout the country over the decision to withdraw and stand down.

May the Ascendent protect us. It is suggested that all citizens remain in doors or flee the country until country settles down.

Ser Vasis, Dralkar

The city seemed to be functioning like normal. The towering, recently repaired spires of the city were in good shape. The city was heavily populated, the second largest city behind only Ser Avon itself. The night was warm, being one of the few places not covered in snow year round.

A group of armed men and women were gathered in a large home, with six armored men who served as bodyguards. They gathered around a man in a black hood with dark red trim, along with the experimental carapace he wore. He looked intimidating before you saw his face.

“The government has dishonored us.” The mans voice sounded both friendly and condemning. “They have disrespected us. They think they can take our honor, but we will regain it!” He spat. The man looked up. His eyes were the color of blood, and like many his barely visible hair was black.
“We..will..show them true strength. We do not need to be the unifiers. We have no need to be the legends keeper. We will show them what it means be strong…” He looked each of the group in the eyes.

“They will see their failings. See how they have mislead us. Led us to ruin. The Honor Guard and the Ravens are foolish. They fight each other, like children. They do not see the looming threats, the abyss of doom we are falling into.”

“The Ascendant, would not have chosen people with only minds of battle to lead our nation. He would have chosen those who are brave, willing to fight, and willing to make amends with the those who have mistreated us. It would seem like weakness to the brutish minds that we are led by, but real strength does not only come from showing what you have martially, but being able to forgive for wrongs done. Grudges will only lead us to ruin.” He stared at each of the people who were to act as commanders for the uprising.

“Dravec, are you sure this is the right time?” One of the guards asked, a man called Kasimir.

“Yes. The government is weakened, its soldiers in disarray. They are as helpless as a child set upon by a vampric.” Kasimir only nodded. Dravec had forged a name for himself among many, namely for being the only one who had gotten votes other than Averi. He had left his father’s name behind, going by the title that he been bestowed by the people who followed him, Blackshield. His demeanor was kind, but hard. He had immense charisma, had studied military training and tactics since he was child, although he had been denied military training, rather then kicked out like many.

He was determined, confident, and likeable. He gave off an air of tranquility. He was cool headed and collected, keeping most of the time to himself. His friends were close, but few. He was in all however, not someone you wanted to be on the wrong-side of, despite his willingness to forgive transgressions, if you made yourself an enemy of him in some way, he would only have the grudge on you, none of your followers, and he knew how to get people to turn you. His intellect made him dangerous.He looked towards the ten armed men and women.

“Zalen, take your party to the city garrison, sabotage their communication lines and ambush patrols as you see them. Seize their equipment. Mattes, take your unit south and secure the police station. Niccus, take control of the capitol building. Sam and Alexandra, take your followers to Drogvir Avenue. If any non-civilians attempt to get through their, demobilize them, and if needed eliminate them.” The three men and one woman left. He looked at the remainder.

“You have a more unique assignment. Your units are to secure the main exits to the city. If any federal vehicles try to leave, stop them by any means necessary. We will secure this city, then move from there.” Each of the revolutionaries left, to fulfill their tasks.

“Kasimir, Madran, Nicine!” Each bodyguard stood at attention as their name was called. “You are to help me patch into all radio frequencies.” He paused looking at his remaining body guards. “If anyone tries to gain entry, bring them directly to me.” They saluted and went their positions around the grounds of the three story house.


Zalen looked around him. He wore civilian clothing, and his auburn hair was glowing to his right in the wind. Behind him at least forty people armed with hunting rifles and rifles that normally would have only been used to defend their homes. Each wore their regular clothing, the only difference being each wore a black hood, Zalen wearing a black armband.

He was approaching his target. The garrison was on the north-eastern edge of the city, far enough away from possible support that it made an easy target, especially considering the garrison currently consisted of people serving their compulsory service.

He signalled all of them to stay near the wall of an apartment as they advanced. They were staying silent. Zalen motioned for three people to come forward. “Serin, Lark, Sera, take your groups and take control of ways in and out. The three split off and did as they were told. The remaining twenty men kept moving as the moon overhead seemed to stare at the city.

They reached the rear of the barely fortified garrison ten minutes later, where the radio transmitters were located, guarded by a squad of the soldiers, slightly ahead of the transmitters. He looked to four people behind him and nodded to them. They slowly advanced, the rest of the group staying just out of sight.

Zalen but his semi-automatic rifle onto his back by the worn leather strap, and drew a six inch dagger, inscribed with words of the Dralkar Litany of War:

Navra kie sal mul nol, eskin vadra min edras. Nic Ascendia nadra visk ezra min risht, Nic Zadrin o Shadric min leadra. Draklo eras zera, vaste nule vagrin

Death will be my guide, wrath will flow through my blade. The Ascendant will be my right hand, The Lord of Darkness my left. Victory or death, there is no defeat.


He came just behind one of the soldiers, she was completely unaware as she made her rounds. Zalen put his hand around her mouth and drove his dagger through her ribcage. She struggled in his grip but he drove the blade deeper, until she stopped struggling. Her eyes closed, and she set down the body quietly. His four chosen ambushers did similarly. Five down, five more to go.

Each of them waited near the bodies of their victims, in good hiding. The woman’s radio sparked into life. “Trooper Smadrix, report.” The voice waited a few moments. “Trooper Smadrix, respond….Damn it.”
Another soldier came into the area, hsi rank pins marking him as a Guardian, the equivalent of a sergeant. He saw her body and cursed loudly, the same voice that had come over the radio. “This is Darmir, to Champ --” The man never got to finish his message. Zalen sprang up from behind the the transmitter, and pushing him into the ground, his hand over his mouth, stabbed him in his jugular. He held him until he stopped thrashing. Similar situations played out among the others. Gunshots echoed through the air from one of the garrison’s entrances.

They sprang into action. Zalen destroyed one of the transmitters, as the main group attacking the communication lines entered the area and began plating low quality explosives.

The small garrison was effectively cut off from any outside help as the garrison was stormed and taken within the hour. Each of the operations had been an astounding success.

Radio Message from Dravec, Broadcasted Over All Available Frequencies

[i]Hello, I am sorry to interrupt your normal broadcast, but the time has come. Our government has led us down the path of ruin, and taken away our honor. There's no point to this fighting that the government put us into. It is pathetic, the government tries to keep what ever scraps of control it has left like a failing tyranny takes what ever power it can control.

The Honor Guard is no better than them. They would rather cause our nation to be weakened further by treason and the doom grudges will bring upon us. We are the Blackshields. We will bring order to this nation, stability, and peace. The Ascendant would never have allowed us to fight and die for a vain cause, to bring ruin to our nation. Aggressive expansion when we are weakened by a struggling economy. Immense spending in the military when people still struggle to send their people to universities and colleges. Honor is not regained through blood, but if that is what it takes restore peace to our nation, so be it.

We will fight, we will prevail. For Dralka, for the Ascendant, for true strength.[/i]

[The Nation of Ceneria]

I will edit this post later to include more detailed things and more character-based things, but I'm strapped for time right now.

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To: Scandova, The UPR, Jalkan and Allied Forces
From: Cenerian Department of the Navy

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Per the communication of Scandova's ORBAT, we have enclosed a list of Cenerian forces currently deployed in-theatre, as well as forces that are in position to be ferried to Dralka as soon as a ground airfield is able to be used by our collation. Please note that the majority of our force is naval, and that ground forces are being kept to a minimum.

God grant us victory,

Admiral William Tacarthian, Commander-in-chief, Cenerian Navy

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CNS Tracker (LCS-CV-4) (Flagship) (Carrying 2 FAR-31s, 6 AH-40Es, 4 FA-45s, 1EF-8)
CNS Waverider (FFG-31)
CNS Wilson W. Granovsky (CGN-81)
CNS Ghost (LCF-8)
CNS Garahan (CNI-21)
CNS Taigahawk (SSN-132)
CNS Moray (SSN-117)
CNS Dawnwatch (SSN-106)

27 FAR-31 Ground Attack aircraft
5 EF-8 Electronic Surveillance aircraft
8 C-23 Condor Transport aircraft
12 FA-45 Air Superiority aircraft
2 CM-8 Midair Refueling aircraft

**Can be deployed to Dralka in under nine hours.

12 AH-40E Demon attack helicopters
8 HC-12 Multi-role helicopters

**Can be deployed to Dralka in under twelve hours.

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[Dralka]

I having issues righting in MT at the moment, not sure how well I will be able to continue at this time.

[The Nation of Ceneria]

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To: The government of Dralka
From: The Desk of the President of Ceneria
Subject: Intervention
Encryption: Diplomatic C
Time: 1752-04082015

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Marshall Zandelse--

Our intelligence service has yet been unable to inform us if you still hold the office of Marshall, so I apologize if there is now another leader sitting in the office of the Marshall of Dralka.

Following your order for your troops to stand down, we are happy to inform you that our forces in-theatre are no longer under orders to commit acts of war against your military. They will remain on station until the tensions that remain in the area have abated, but they will no longer serve as an active threat agains your government. As you have shown an obvious appreciation for when sanity necessitates a cessation of hostilities, we wish to ask you to rescind your resignation until such time as your nation is in a more stable position militarily.

Due to the aggressive stance of the fringe groups who are actively taking up arms against the Dralkan government, we are very concerned that the situation could escalate into an internal war that could affect millions of people, mainly innocent. We believe that you are the only one at present who retains a position to prevent such regrettable hostilities, and wish for you to collaborate with us in ensuring that the actions of your country do not lead to unnecessary loss of life.

While we are adamantly against to your invasion of Jalka, the leaders who are presently stirring up the people within your nation have the potential to cause far more damage to the region than your invasion of that nation, however harmful it may have been, did. We fully intend to see Jalka's land returned, but peace must come first.

We also would like to ask your permission to deploy forces to the areas of conflict in the event that these uprisings become more violent. We would hopefully be able to collaborate with your troops, putting aside our past differences for the good of your nation and peace in the region.

Please reply as soon as possible. Time is a resource that is rapidly being depleted.

Cordially,

President Samuel McLaughlin, Leader of Ceneria

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[Dralka]

Asin, the Ser Zalan

Asin was turning into ruins quickly. After one day of brutal and hard fighting, a quarter of the city was naught but death and destruction. Bodies were left uncared for by Loyalist soldiers led by Minister Grastan and the Honor Guard alike. The sky was black with smoke as aircraft weaved through it trying to find their next targets, of varying allegiances. What Averi had feared would happen, was.

The order to withdraw had not been taken well by the civilian population. They wanted vengeance, vengeance that the government had denied them. They felt like they had been spit in the face by the government. They had built up their hopes or a glorious nation, controlling the areas that had been taken from them, and they saw it crashing down before their eyes. Everything Averi said seemed contradicted.

Snow seemed to melting and falling at an equal rate. A woman in looted military garb and using the equipment of fallen soldiers was standing near a destroyed home. She had bleached white hair, that came from beneath her helmet, and the emblem of the current government was defiled. Her dark blue eyes were very apparent from her light skin.Two bodies lay nearby, both corpses belonging to Raven Guard, blood pooling near each of their hearts.

Her name was Kaylen Vallax. She was as merciless on the battlefield as she was kindhearted off. She had served her years compulsory service just out of high school, and she remembered it very well, even considering it had only been a year. She had been planning to attend university, but had gotten up in the ideas of a glorious nation and had decided try and join a local military institution and had learned much about the use of armor, land, and air forces used as one, and how to use naval vessels to create traps against land forces, but as soon as Kaylen had learned of the withdrawal, she felt wronged.

The nature of the Dralkar was war, but they also cared about their men and women at arms. The fact that Averi had been so willing to retreat after taking the lands made her feel a need a for vengeance, and it was all to personal for her. Her brother had been killed in the invasion of the Thera Abis by a Tinisian Gripen, and she was going to avenge her kin’s pointless death.

She slowly moved from her position, the assault rifle in her hands recently reloaded. Kaylen dashed to the open door of a burned-out house. Ahead of her by about a half a mile a squad of Raven Guard were advancing in a ‘V’ formation, behind them several dead bodies of civilians who had joined the Honor Guard. She saw several allied Army soldiers armed with a light machine gun and two sub-machine guns.

Kaylen didn’t make a sound, but raised her assault rifle. “Men, prepare to make checks on these ruins. I don’t want any surprises for follow up teams.” One of the Raven Guard said, a Chosen by his rank pins. His rank meant little to her. He was just another target for the vengeance. She did not care that the man had seen people die, seen homes destroyed and been saddened. To Kaylen, he was just another pawn to the government. She ducked below any outer viewpoints as the Raven Guard neared. The Chosen entered the building as the Honor Guard machine gun team waited to open fire until the Raven Guard were closer. The Chosen never knew what was coming. The bullet went through is neck as he enter the door, and before the Raven Guard preparing to follow knew what was happening Kaylen was in cover, and firing, and the machine gun team, realizing what was happening opened fire.


The Raven Guard were cut down. More statistics for the mounting deaths, more gear for the Honor Guard to loot.

The seemingly small uprisings, were quickly turning into full blown civil war. The Honor Guard’s ranks were beginning to swell, and even naval engagements and dogfights began over it. It was Ace against Ace, Naval Legends, versus Naval Genuis, Commendable commanders, against immortalized generals, normal civilian against their own.

-I know, pathetically short, but I should probably try to keep this goin until my Fantasy Interest wanes, and I can really get into it.

[Creatle]

I suppohis is over?