Sticks & Stones (PMT/MT)

[Frikindie]

BREAKING NEWS

We are cutting "Friends Forever" to sadly announce breaking news. Today, on the 1st of August, at 4:20pm, Frikindie's president Mr. Drien Von Drösse was assasinated while he was giving a speech on St. Vleschekrupp square in the capital city of Polosorrus. We are sad to announce the news of this tragic event. President Drösse died while attempting to create a better nation, he died while trying to achieve peace and prosperity in Frikindie. There will be salutes in his memory throughout most major cities. The whole nation is mourning for the death of it's glorious leader. All armed and police forces are mobilized in search for the griefers responsible for this treason. Meanwhile, vice president Corey Taylor will take the president role for indefinite time.

Frikindyings were shocked upon hearing the news of the sad tragedy. Everyone in Frikindie loved president Drösse, and losing such an exceptional leader was a huge hit for most citizens. During his reign, Drien Von Drösse managed to improve the country's economy, military and welfare. He would restore Frikindie's reputation among foreigners and bring back the people's spirit and pride. But he was murdered...

"I suspect the Balkan Confederation is responsible for this act." claimed general Timothy Scheichenclause "They realized that our nation is becoming powerful thanks to the president, may he rest in peace, and ended his life."
The minister of foreign affairs got up from his place "The BC can be responsible, yes. But we all know there was opposition against the government. We can't just point the finger at our masters, the confederates." The concil meeting was getting out of control, political parties were blaming each other for Drösse's death.
"Escuse me, may I speak?" shouted in the microphone recconaissance chief Malcolm Inzemidal. Everyone stopped. When a calm person like Malcolm was shouting, something wasn't right. "My research team has reported troops and machinery movement towards our eastern borders. And I don't think it's a coincidence that the confederates have excessive military training after the president was assasinated." The silence was broken by a participant "I agree." Everyone's face in the hall had an approving, but somewhat concered grin.

The military knew they couldn't put up a good fight against an enemy nation. Frikindie was at DEFCON 1, all beaches and cities were getting fortified. Anti-ship and anti-infantry mines were spread out all along Frikindie's coasts. The airspace was closed to civilian aircraft. The 3 nuclear submarines were on stand-by in the Adriatic and Mediterranean seas. The "Clanker" destroyer was on a daily patrool in Adriatic waters.
"Sir, the L23M1 radar an unknown ship." noted Lekon Ironbiorn, a radar technician. "We are currently trying to identify it. It seems like a confederate battleship."
"All guns ready, things can get serious." annouced "Clanker"s captain. He was nervous since he knew an attack would wreck Frikindie.

The Smileson family, opposite to their family name, weren't so smily. Mr. Smileson, a man in his 40's, once a marine, was afraid for his family's safety. Frikindie lost the Confederate war back in the 90's, causing the country's downfall since then. He knew that if the now deceased leader continued to do his thing, Frikindie could become a dominating regional power, shattering the regulations of The Balkan Confederation. The Balkan Confederation, the winner of that war, put huge regulations on Frikindie, basically screwing up the whole nation. Mr. Smileson's family hated BC to their bones, like every other frikindying. Mrs. Smileson kissed her son, Vert, on the forehead "Smile son, we will be fine. I promise. Now go to sleep." Her son was calmed down by his mother's words, he knew everything would be fine. He went to sleep, so did the small coastal town Onherlabbe. But the small army unit there was working on fortifications. Most soldiers were having a small rest. Mr. Smileson was thinking to himself "How can we have a war with sticks and stones? The BC doesn't have such an advanced military, neither do we. I just hope we don't really start killing each other with sticks and stones. Primal insticts are a human's worst trait..."

OOC rules:
1. Please be kind to all participators.
2. If you think someone made a mistake, feel free to back up your statement.
3. No godmodding/metagaming/one liners. You know, we want it to be fun and exciting.
4. Don't instantly teleport your army to a location. It usually takes at around 2-3 posts for the said force to arrive.
5. Have fun while playing!

By the way, I will post a map when things go down...

[Balkan Confederation]

1st August 6:00pm
Sagorth

The Soldier stormed into the President's office. President Vladimir Chernov wasn't surprised. "Mister President, Colonel Brown has completed his task." The solder took a deep breath and continued. "Von Drösse is dead. The people of Frikindie are already suspecting us.". Chernov took a moment to think over the recent events. The actions of Von Drösse were not suppoted a lot of his opponents and he knew that with the death of the old leader of Frikindie the war could finally resume. "Very good" he said. "Call a meeting of the Great Council" .

Colonel Brown was the best confederate assassin and he always felt enjoyment when eliminating his targets. But now he knew something was not right. There were no soldiers searching for him or his associates. "Peter, warn the president that these bastards are preparing for an invasion" . Peter, his right hand man, looked calm as usual. "Then it will be easier for us, sir" Peter said while looking at the palace. They were going to begin the war.

There was chaos in the Coucil. The supporters of the conflict were not many but still had the upper hand. "We need to slaughter them" somebody said. "Yes, burn their already ruined country!" another shouted. "Silence!" shoted Marshal Kozlov and all people suddenly stopped shouting. "We need to be careful. The frikindead are at DEFCON 1. They noticed our movement near their borders." . The president joined the discussion. "We need to be careful indeed. Frikindie still has an army which can fight us" he said. Everyone agreed with him. "Marshal, what are our options?" . "Yes, sir. The FAF have heavily fortified all beaches and beach towns. We need the help of the croats" . "Hmm, I already sent a envoy there to see if the allow us military access" said the Prime-Miniter, Janos Hasseldorf. "Thank you,prime-minister. This would make it much easier" mumbled the Chernov. Kozlov continued. "I have a brilliant idea, gentlemen. We will simulate a sea invasion while our main army attacks through Croatia! But we have to sacifice a divison and some of our ships in order to make the plan work". Everyone in the hall agreed with Kozlov's idea. Operation "Red Hawk" was going to begin soon.

[Freakoland]

0300 Central Freakoland TZ
Imperial Palace, Imperial District, New Amsterdam, Freakoland


"They WHAT!!!!???" screamed Emperor Heenrik van Oranjenstad as he threw his blazing cup of tea at his attendant. "AHHHHH!!" screamed the young man as scalding earl grey tea ran down his sensitive skin. "Why wasn't I informed of this atrocious action before?"
"I... don't.... no.... sir" said his attendant, still recuperating from the vicious assault. "Would you like to speak to the Minister of Foreign Affairs?"
"NO! I wan't to speak to the Secretary of the *******ing Navy ASAP!!!!! For ********s sake , where is that lazy slob?!"
The doors immediately swung open to reveal the stocky man in his blues, with a foul smelling cigar in his mouth."
"My liege.." he was cut short by the pot of tea that hurled across the room at great speed, shattering on the floor in front of him. "I.."
"I want a full report on my desk by 0600 about this fiasco in the Balkans! Oh, and tell... whatever squadron you deem fit.... to prepare for deployment. I want out of port by 1200 tomorrow, with instructions to utterly eradicate the Balkan Confederation. I mean, you know how sensitive that area is!"

After the meeting, the Naval Secretary prepared the documents for scanning by his majesty, as he phoned every department in the Navy to ready them for deployment. Within a couple hours, the fleet that would be tasked with defending Frikindie would be near ready for deployment.

[Balkan Confederation]

1st August 7:25pm
Sagorth

"You have to be kidding me!" said Marshal Kozlov. "No, sir. We recieved reports that Freakoland is going to support Frikindie in case of a war." repeated Major-General Mihalov, head of military intelligence. "Freakoland has an enormous navy and an undefeatable air force. We will have to make small changes to our plans" continued Mihalov. The army of the Confederation was already being deployed in Croatia and the navy had left port with carrying a division of marines ready to wreck the coast. "Their air force will be a problem. We must expect air raids on our logistics convoys. Luckily the croats have offered us their AA guns for a small amount of money." said Leutenant-General Schmitt, Chief-of-Staff, while entering the room. "We will need to mobilize more men!" shouted Kozlov. "We cannot defeat them with our main army only. Who will defend our coasts?" continued the Marshal. "Calm down, Kozlov. I started mobilizing a few militia units near the coast. We will have about 20 000 men defending our home while the main army takes care of the enemy" explained Schmitt. The president was listening to everything they said. "Good." he finaly mumbled. "If Freakoland is such a big problem we will send them our little present..."

[Freakoland]

1500 West Coast Time
Naval Dockyards, New Rotterdam, Freakoland

All was quiet except for the slush of the small break on the rocky shore. The port was still as the massive fleet slowly made their way out to sea. Sailors on the deck waved goodbye to their loved ones. Admiral Van Der Vlaar, an experienced Seamen, stood out on the deck in front of the bridge of the carrier, as the crew worked over maps and coordinates. He had read the briefing earlier, and came to the conclusion that this was just another oust of territorial conquest. He was right. The Emperor is nuts he thought to himself. I'm taking orders from a madman, an absolute lunatic.


ATTENTION BALKAN STATES
Official Message from the Office of His Majesty

In recent events, we have noticed your unacceptable encroachment upon Frinkindie's independence. These actions are deemed unacceptable by the Imperial Court of Freakoland, and therefore, our intervention is inevitable. But alas! I, the gracious sovereign of the Freakish Empire, have decided to offer an ultimatum. If, you refrain from war with Frinkindie, we will put our forces on standby until further notice. If you fail, then we will be forced to take action frowned upon by most of the world. I hope you choose the wiser of this offer.

Signed,
His Majesty,
Heenrik Van Oranjenstad

[Frikindie]

Somewhere in Frikindie
Ramsay Bolton was in his office. He was relaxing while listening to Slipknot. After all, it was his afternoon rest. Mr. Bolton glanced at the glock, notising it was already 3 o'clock. "Look at the time!" he mumbled to himself "And Droxel hasn't called me yet." But coincidently, the old phone on his oak desk rang. The man pressed a button on the phone, securing the line. Then he answered:
"Hello, it was a matter of time."
A male voice could be heard speaking "Sir, we are working hard as you know. We already produced 20."
Ramsay was pleased "Good, Droxel. We will need them.
"Yes indeed." replied Droxen. He continued "We will be ready with the rest by 2 days."
"Roger that! If we could only make more..." Ramsay ended the conversation. He was more than confident this would win the coming war.

Onherlabbe, the adriatic coastline
The wish to fight was compelling. A foreign mercanary by the name Randy Orton was on his way to Onherlabbe. He was on a mission, a secret one. Randy was a target of high priority for the foreign agencies. But he was valuable to Frikindie. He was a well-known mafia member and a former confederate soldier, he knew how confederate strategy worked. But Randy wasn't in Onherlabbe to fight, he was there to meet Mr. Smileson. Once the bus stopped at the bus station, Orton exited the cramped IVECO and went to Mr. Smileson's house. Mr. Smileson was the only one from his family that knew who Randy really was. Upon meeting each other, the two men shook their hands and entered Smileson's house.

Adriatic sea, Frikindead waters
The crew abroad the "Clanker" destroyer was on stand-by mode. A sailor made his way through the cramped passegeway of the ship to the communication station. He was a Cryptologic Technician for communication. The technician sent a transmission to the enemy ship.

Code: Select all

Attention. Frikindead destroyer "Clanker" has detected the presence of an unknown ship in frikindead waters. Please immediately identify your ship and leave. If you fail to do so, you will face the consequences.

On the border with Crotia
General Timothy Scheichenclause was happy that Freakoland were supporting Frikindead. The president already ordered the warm welcoming of freakish forces. President Taylor himself was under huge pressure thanks to the recent events. After 3 hours, he and his convoy were going to arrive at the now fortified base on the crotian border. Hopefully, his presence would bring up the troops' morale. General Timothy was also in the president's armoured Mercedes G class jeep.

[Freakoland]

0440, Straight of Gibraltar

The silhouettes of the 1st and 2nd Naval task force could be seen from shore against the dull blue horizon. They churned the water in front of them, creating a noticeable wake. The flight crews went around their usual business, checking the armament and readiness of the F-14s scattered across the deck. All was quiet on the straight, only a few vessels other then the Freaks could be seen, mostly trawlers and fishing boats. The lights of Algercicas could be seen on the Spanish side, but other then that, it seemed like the population was still asleep. Admiral Van Der Vlaar watched from his flagship, the Aerial, as the fleet made their way through. Only a couple more hundred miles to go he thought. He looked at the charts in front of him: they were set to the Adriatic Sea. Excellent, we get to deploy in a small oceanic theater, with coastlines on either side he pondered. It was 20 till, and he had set Operation Neptune for 0500. He clicked on the intercom and announced "all flight crews, report to your CO's for briefing, I repeat, report to your CO's for briefing."

20 Minutes later, 30 F-14's, along with their escort of 20 F-18's, were preparing to take off.....

[Frikindie]

OOC: Here is the map, Onherlabbe is on the adriatic coast.

[Balkan Confederation]

0445 Adriatic Sea
Aboard the BCS "Hunter"

Captain Rusovich was looking at the unknown ship. "This must be our target" he whispered to the other officers. A sailor entered the bridge and reported "Sir, we has positive ID on the ship. It's the "Clanker", sir". The captain Smiled. "Do we have permission to fire?". "Sir, yes, sir." amswered the sailor. Rusivich was still smiling. He look at the "Clanker". It looked like an old destroyer. "Well, if you say so..." he took a deep breath because he knew his actions were going to lead to war and then shouted "FIRE!". The sound of the high-calliber cannons filled the air. In less than a minute the "Clanker" was shot more than seven times and started sinking. "Gods be with us, men" said Rusovich and ordered to cease fire.

0450 Sagorth

Kozlov was looking at the map and listening the report. "Sir, Captain Rusovich reports to have sunk the "Clanker"." reported a young soldier. "We are now at war, gentlemen" said Kozlov. He then looked at the people in the HQ and said "Corporal, I want you to give the order for the attack". The soldier immediately went to business. "Let's hope the freakish navy is slow" concered said Chernov.

0500 Northern Croatian Border

General Konev read the message which was sent to all commanders along the border. "The time has come" he whispered. The entire CAF were located along the border and waiting for the signal. There was not going to be an official declaration of war. It had to be unexpected. "Sir, we have spotted an enemy convoy of the move three miles from here." reported one of the pilots on the radio. "Tundra 1-1, you have a permission to engage all enemy units in the area." . After that he changed the frequency to order all detachments. "All units, this is Falcon 1, you have permission to engage and eliminate all units to phase line "Alpha". Konev grabbed the map and enter the car while thinking of the chances of winning the war.

[Frikindie]

On board of "Clanker"
The Clanker's crew was shocked. Their ship was slowly sinking and the only thing they could do is try to escape the wreckages. Evacuation boats quickly filled with panicked men who only cared to get out of this hell. The destroyer's citadel was in flames, and Clanker's captain made his way through the ship's control room. Fortunately it was still intact and the captain managed to send an encrypted message to the frikindead military HQ in Polosorrus, informing them that Clanker was sinking and war was inevitable. Soon the ammo compartment for the destroyer's guns caught fire, resulting in a huge explosion that spread shrapnel in a radius of over 500 meters. After 13 minutes, the old destroyer was sunk. Thousands of survivours could be seen aimlessly floating in the water. There were also many dead men. The captain was also dead, his lifeless burned body was one of the many in the floating wreckages composed of deformed or partially melted metal and corpses.

On the border with Crotia
President Corey Taylor recieved the bad news. He knew what was brewing, so did general Timothy Scheischenclause. They were already at fort Zagreb, which was only 10 kilometres away from the border. Taylor quickly went to the fort commander's chambers.
Paul Huskleman was surprised "So the Clanker is down?"
"Indeed. It was the confederates." said Taylor angrily. He continued "Now that our satelites caught their soldiers and tanks advancing towards the fort, you need to defend the border at all costs."
"Roger that, mister president!" saluted Paul Huskleman. He quckly ordered the organisation of all available units. A total of 2040 men were battle-ready. 15 UT-400 tanks were dug in tank trenches and anti-tank mines were placed all over the border. Air defences were up and ready to cancel any incoming air raid. Even a squadron consisting of 3 D-50s and 2 Me-262s was sent to guard the skies and secure even more Frikindead's airspace. Corey Taylor couldn't hang around more in the Zagreb fort, the country needed him more. A man with his intelect was more than aible to recover and boost Frikindie's economy and continue developing the country. Engineers were already working on new more efficient weapons. Welfare and healthcare were more than ever advanced.

Polosorrus, In the president's office
Corey Taylor was aware that Frikindie didn't have the manpowe, so he needed Freakoland's support more than ever, and as fast as possible. He began writing a telegram to Freakoland's government.

To: The freakish government
From: President Corey Taylor
Me and the whole country are more than glad to have freakish support. But as you may have heard, our destroyer "Clanker" was sunk by the confederates. We will be thankful if your mighty fleet interfiers and eventually stop the confederate navy. Our ships, due to being highly inferior to the confederate ones, can't sustain a proper fight. But they will support your ships. Thank you for noticing.

[Freakoland]

1700 Ionian Sea

The fleet glided across the smooth, glossy surface of the Mediterranean, cruising at the norm. They were getting close to their objective, and now, they would throw their first punch. 20 miles up and over the Balkan Confederation, a drone cruised the sky, taking snapshots every 5 seconds. These snapshots were relayed back to the fleet, which illustrated prime Naval Targets on the Balkan Coast. Immediately, after a 23 hour stand-by, 30 F-14 Tomcats left their carriers on route to the West Balkan Coast. They knew their objective. The larger naval stations of the Confederation.

Meanwhile, Admiral Van Der Vlaar was forwarded a telegram that had been sent to the Frikindie government, and decided he had had enough. "Lieutenant, do we know where the Confederate forces are concentrated on the Croatian border?'
"Yes, sir. Our drone relayed their coordinates to us."
"Lieutenant, I want a good salvo punched right on top of the border. Were going... warn them.
Following the conversation, a volley of tomahawk missiles was fired from the decks of the cruisers of the flotilla, concentrated on the Northern Croatian border.

From the Office of Admiral Van Der Vlaar
To the Frinkidie Government

We are well aware of your situation, and, we have launched our first strategic strike against the Confederation. We will be targeting prime military targets within the Confederation. Our portion of our aerial unit is on hold, available for you to direct for support.

[Gorangutania]

"Now, now is the perfect time to strike and take revenge on those filthy Frikindeads!" exclaimed Gorangutania's leader, Babun Kremikovski VIII. Gorangutans vowed for revenge from the day Frikindie defeated them after entering the capital Maymungrad and destroying it. "Frikindeads are barbarians, it was a matter of time before someone tried to stop their rising." he continued angrily.
"Um, sir. Frikindie is probably going to win if we don't enter the conflict." mentioned a politician.
"No shit sherlock." shouted Kremikovski. "That is why we will enter the fucking conflict, duh."
"Ok, now the small concil meeting is officialy over." announced the announcer.
Babun Kremikovski VIII went to his chambers, he ordered his servant to write a message to Vladimir Chernov. Kremikovski started dictating. After 21 minutes, the text was finished. His servant then sent it to Chernov.

Encryption:HIGH
FROM: Babun Kremikovski VIII, leader of Gorangutania
TO: Confederate president Vladimir Chernov
Me, and my glorious nation, humbly want to help you defeat these barbarians. Frikindie has terrorized my nation for decades, before Gorangutania managed to free itself. I will send an army of 20 000 brave gorangutans, 100 planes, 400 tanks and 1400 other vehicles. This army is led by Palalak Mongosel, our best general! A huge fleet has been sent to your ports, it is up to you to accept our help.

[Balkan Confederation]

1800 near Fort Zagreb

General Konev was not happy about the progress. The freakish salvo was not very accurate due to the constant movement of the troops. "Sir, we have about 300 dead and wounded and 7 tanks destroyed." reported one of the captains. "That is not good." said Konev. "How's our assault on the fortс along phase line "Volga"?". The soldier smiled."Sir, we have defeated most of the enemy border troops and have taken control over 3/4 of the phase line". After that his smile faded and he turned on the field radio."Falcon 1, this is Rurik 5, we are under heavy fire!" reported one of the field officers. "The fields are mined, Falcon 1, we have sustained heavy loss-*static*". The signal was lost. "Damn it!" shouted Konev. "Fall back!". Konev contacted the 7th strike squadron and ordered an air strike on the fort. "Light them up with napalm. We will teach them not to stand against us!" he shouted again.

1815 Sagorth

President Chernov read the gorangutanian message and looked at his comrades."We have reinforcements, gentlemen!". Kozlov looked at the map and started making a new plan. "Their navy will help us. We will have some chance to hold the sea". Chernov sighed and got back to discussing the war.

Confederate forces advancing towards phase line "Volga"

[Freakoland]

1730 Western Croatia

The bombers approached in v-formation thousands of feet above the ground. Swiftly they sped through the air, leaving a white, puffy behind them in their wake. At the head of the formation were to Jammers, cruising with the pack. They had gotten new orders. They were to strike at the main body of Confederate forces. "Kaas 2, this is Kaas leader. Over."
"Kaas 2, Ja?. Over."
"It's time. Take out the lights."
Within a couple seconds, the jammers were turned on, blacking out radar on the ground. "We've got a visual on the target. Over."
"Alright, let them fly!"
All 30 of the Tomcats fired their Air-to-Ground missiles simultaneously, creating a huge wall of fire as they propelled towards the columns of Confederate tanks.

[Frikindie]

On the border with Croatia
General Timothy Scheichenclause was still at the fort. He was preparing for the worst when an idea came to his mind. Nearly 3/5 of the fort was heavily damaged and more damage would be inflicted soon. But such an innovative and creative general like Timothy Scheischenclause had a lot of expirience. He quickly ordered an EMP attack over the enemies. Such an attack could take out of order the confederation's vehicles and communication, leaving them literally blind in the dark. The fort itself wouldn't be effected from the EMP since it was at a safe distance.
After the attack was iniciated, the squadron which took off from another runway not far away from the fort managed to inflict a good amount of damage to the enemies. Soon after, FAF launched a counter-offensive. 20 Gorpanzer X managed to flank "blind" enemy tanks and eventually destroy them. Soon after, a battalion took over the confederate equiptment. The cruel frikindead soldiers didn't take any hostages. They killed everyone they saw. General Timothy was astounded by the success of the attack. He decided to send the news and the newly discovered strategy to president Corey Taylor. The same would be done to the other BC forces along the border...
"Aye sir, we are wrecking them." said a corporal as he shot a captured BC soldier. "No one dares to attack our glorious nation!"

Somewhere in the Balkan Confederation
Good chap Ramsay Bolton was with his brand new uniform, a high-tech frikindead creation. This black suit was anti-thermal. All 20 good men had one of those. And a good rifle, a frikindead-produced one with a silencer and a good scope. Randy Orton and Mr. Smileson were also part of Ramsay's 20 good men. Randy and Mr. Smileson were 2 of the 3 snipers, there were also 3 men with "Kornet" ATGM launchers, 5 engineers and the rest of Randy's 20 good men were well-trained professionals who were good with almost any weapon they could get their hands on, had black belts in Krav Maga and other marital arts, had the brains and the resillience. Ramsay was their leader. Those 20 good men could put up a good fight. And their first target was the Balkan Confederation's main weapons' factory, the one in Kazanlak. The 20 good men already crossed the serbian border and reached Kazanlak after 3 days. They silently assasinated all of the security, captured the facilty and planted explosives on key points. After reaching a safe distance, they detonated the explosives rendering the whole area useless and killing thousands of workers. The men quickly covered their traits and vanished. They had supplies and everything.

[Gorangutania]

"Fucking frikindyings, pulling off crazy moves. We need to teach them." angrily exclaimed Babun Kremikovski VIII. The gorangutanian leader wasn't happy at all, seeing how succesful were the enemies. He ordered his servant "Fetch me a map, quickly". The servant obeyed and went out of Kremikovski's chambers. The poor lad came back with a huge folded map, which he unfolded on the emperor's desk. Babun Kremikovski examined the enemy positions, then looked back at his forces. A brilliant idea came to his mind...

The gorangutanian army was already at the frontlines. They arrived after the EMP strike, bulking up the crippled confederates. A gorpanzer mechanized division was tasked to perform a "pincers" attack on the frikindyings. Gorpanzers quickly advanced towards the northern frontlines where enemy forces weren't so concentrated. The advancing E-128s (Gorpanzer IX) were met with fierce firepower from dug in UT-400 tanks. The Verrizon-built tanks of Frikindead had powerful 150mm cannons which could easily outmatch an E-128's armour.

Meanwhile, the gorangutanian navy was slowly preparing to proceed a flank attack on the freakish navy in the Adriatic sea. But first, they had to pass the Bosporus passage.

[Freakoland]

Adriatic Sea

Admiral Van Der Vlaar watched the screen as the returning fighters landed back on the flat-tops. Their targets had been hit, but damage was minimal, thanks to the effort offered by the anti-aircraft batteries. The situation was growing. With Gorangutanias entrance into the conflict, a full-scale naval conflict was assured. Gorangutania was indeed a worthy opponent, a nation 2 times bigger then Freakoland and her empire. However, this was the same with Germany and the USSR at the beginning of 1942. Despite concerns from the Admiral, this is exactly what the Naval Board had planned for. Not only that, but when you have a deranged tyrant who offers to take a domestic, regional conflict nuclear, anything is possible. Intel had indicated that the Frinkedians were enjoying success at the border, as the dealt a hard blow to the Confederation a couple hours ago. It was now, however, his responsibility to make sure the the Goranguntainian fleet was checked and forced back through the Bosphorus. He looked at the map in front of him. His fleet was well secured in the Northern Adriatic, and with regular air patrols and air strikes on the Croatian border, he was free to dispatch a task force to the Bosphorus.

[Balkan Confederation]

0420 Western Frikindie

General Konev was shocked. "This was insane" he said. "We lost two ****ing regiments in this battle...But I have an idea. We must attack only with infantry and provide artillery fire on strongpoints." he ordered. The officers immediately started giving orders for the new way of attack. The main confederate offensive was failing but thanks to the gorangutanian offensive the frikindead forces suffered moderate losses and retreated. Konev was still looking at the map when a very strange idea came in his mind. "Yes! To kill the snake we must cut it's head." he whispered. "We must kill General Scheichenclause. Tell our agents that plan 23 has been approved." he ordered.

0425 Onherlabbe, the adriatic coastline

Captain Suvorov was drinking his tea and celebrating the successful landing at the village. He heard about the outrageous actions of the FAF in the north. That's why he was holding the entire population of the village as captives. "If these pricks try to attack the village we will shoot a few of these worthless civies!" he shouted to the men. Everyone cheered. They knew this attack was useless but it was needed. He was going to execute all civilians if he had to. He had no orders.

0300 Sagorth

The president was in a state of rage. After throwing another bottle towards Kozlov he slowly calmed down. "You let this happen, marshal!" he shoted. "You should have known about the EMPs!". Major-General Mihalov entered the room with some good news. "Sir, we have successfully captured Onherlabbe." he reported. "But I also have a plan. We know the freakish navy doesn't want to risk a full-scale battle with the gorangutanians. That's why we must send a message to admiral Van der Vlaar.". Kozlov was looking at him in disbelief."You are a clever man, comrade." he said. Soon he was writing the tellegram.

Encryption: HIGH
From: Marshal Valisii Kozlov
To: Admiral Van der Vlaar

Admiral, we both know your emperor is a madman. If you are obeying him then you are mad too. I have an offer. I suppose you have heard about the recent atrocities made by the FAF. I'm talking about the executions of POWs. Our government hopes you have some healthy mind left and give you an offer. Order Frikindie to stop executing POWs and we will make sure the gorangutanian navy won't attack you head on. We would also hope you cease the bombardament of our adriatic coast and withdraw your forces from the area. Consider our offer and help us forge a new world

[Frikindie]

Onherlabbe, hours before the attack
Most inhabitants of the small town managed to evacuate when they heard that "Clanker" was sunk. In the hurry, they took their most valued stuff. The Smileson family's house wasn't so far away from the beach, thus the incoming invaders were very close to it. Indeed, so close that Mrs. Smileson and her children merely managed to escape. Mrs. Smileson got her children in the family van, she quickly got in it as well and ignited the engine. Bullets were hitting the van but but the IVECO quickly sped out of the driveway and drove through the lonely streets, getting out of the town.
A small task group was assigned with liberating Onherlabbe, they were a batallion of 500 brave men that were from the frikindead special forces. They were going to attack upon arriving at the otskirts of Onherlabbe. Since the president didn't want the bloodshed of frikindyings, he ordered the mission to be as stealthy as possible, thus discarding tanks and other heavy machinery. The special forces had to act swiftly.

St. Vleschekrupp square, Polosorrus
A massive army was marching through the enormous square, showing off Frikindie's military might. This army was on it's way to the frontlines where they would face gorangutanian and confederate soldiers. President Corey Taylor was speaking with general Timothy Scheischenclause, who managed to get out of the fort but with the cost of a leg. Timothy Sheinschenclause notised that the new "Doom Turtle" tanks were just around the corner "And this, mr. President, are the newly developed MFT42 tanks, nicknamed "The doom turtles" which are now driving across the square." the general seemed proud "As you know, we made 20 of them. Testings proved these tanks more than capable of defeating any thread."
Corey Taylor approved "Indeed, and here are our new APCs on the universal "Falun" platform." he smiled "Aren't they beautiful?"

MFA42 APCs on their way to the square.

Corey Taylor went back to his bunker. He started writing a telegram to president Chernov.

TO: President Chernov
FROM: President Corey Taylor
This war has gone for too long. Our two nations can't fight with sticks and stones, this only leads to more bloodshed. As you may suspect, we would like to lead negotiations with your country. You and I know that we cannont sustain a war, none of us will win. Hence why I am sending a diplomat by the name of Hugo Borsche who will have peace talks with you. We hopefully want your agreement. Borsche's plane is already flying to the Sagorth national airport. Thank you. I ordered ceasfire for my forces, you should do the same.

Meanwhile Ramsay and his 20 good men reached a confederate rocket silos. They were disguised in confederate uniforms and had fake IDs in case something went wrong. One after another they quickly snuck into the facility and started a killing spree, resulting in most of the soldiers' death. The 20 good men quickly planted explosives into the silos and went out, but it was too late...

A small squadron of bombers was tasked to attack other major BC factories and bases. Those 3 bombers were escorted by SU-31s which were also very capable aircrafts. Those SU-31 would be later sent to save the 20 good men.

[Balkan Confederation]

Sagorth 10 minutes after the launch.

Marshal Kozlov was staring at the screens in disbelief. "Who did this?" he barely managed to ask. Nobody knew what actually happened in the last few minutes. The president had gone completely insane. Major-General Mihalov was executed as a traitor without anyone's knowlege. Most of the ministers were arrested and their state was unknown. And now this. The entire ICBM arsenal launched onto civillian targets. Kozlov took a deep breath. "Comrades, today we must stop this bloodbath!" he shouted. "Arrest the president!". Soon the Presidential Palace was full of soldiers. "Find me the codes now, Orlovskiy!" ordered Kozlov. He was the only one capable of preventing this..."Sir, we recieved a ceasefire offer from Frikindie." reported a soldier. Kozlov tried to smile. "Then tell them we are accepting their offer for peace talks as well." ordered the Marshal. "Anatoli, send a telegram to warn President Taylor about the strike". The telegram had to be sent ASAP.

Encryption: TOP PRIORITY
To: President Corey Taylor
From: Marshal Kozlov, commander-in-chief of the CAF
President, the government is about to collapse here. Our insane president has launched our entire arsenal at your cities. We are accepting all of your offers. But order all people to be evacuated or go to bomb shelters! I wasn't expecting this and I hope you listen to my advice.

Eastern Frikindie, confederate HQ

The HQ was in complete chaos. After the presidential order nobody knew what to do. And yet Leutenant-General Zhukov had a plan. "We have to stop our advance ASAP, this is what the Marshal ordered" said Konev. "Ceasefire? This is a traitorous act, comrade General!" shouted Zhukov. "We have to stop our advance and wait for further orders!" told him Konev. But Zhukov took out his pistol and aimed it at the General. "I do not take orders from traitors!" Zhukov said as he shot Konev in the heart. Now nobody could stop him. "I am your new commander, men! We are going to continue our advance towards the enemy capital ASAP!" he ordered. The other officers didn't know how to react in such a situation but decided to follow the orders.

Onherlabbe, the Smileson Manor

Suvorov was examining the house when he heard the news. "What do we do now?" one of the soldiers asked. "We won't attack them" answered Suvorov. "We won't die in this fucking village! We will return home!" he shouted and the men cheered. While looking for alchohol one of the commandos found a secret room. Suvorov entered and spend a few minutes examining everything in it. "Well, well. It seems our Mr Smileson wasn't who we thought he was." he stated. "Twenty good men, lead by Ramsay Bolton...These must be the guys who blew up our factories... I admire their actions" conclued Suvorov. He found a radio with some strange frequencies. Soon he heard voices and orders. "Hello! Anyone hear me?" he asked. The voices suddenly silenced. "Who is it?" somebody there asked. "My name is Ivan Suvorov, commander of 7th Commando Company." answered the confederate. "Don't you are hurt my family, dog!" another one shouted. "Mr Smileson, your family is safe and sound, a ceasefire has been accepted." informed them Suvorov. "We know. It won't last long,though. You just launched some missles at us." said a warm voice."Ramsay Bolton, right? What are you talking about?" asked Suvorov. Soon he knew what was going on. He decided to offer the elite unit help in order to stop the conflict.

[Frikindie]

General Samuel Kropper was in charge of the WMD defence forces. Kropper was reading through codes when he recieved a call from a soldier from the frikindead WMD defence units.
"Sir, we detected incoming ICBMs. As the protocol follows, all HH-9 "Trinity" rockets have been prepared to take down the missiles." mumbered the worried soldier."We are awaiting for them to reach low altitude so the chances are higher."
Kropper wasn't surprised "We have been preparing for this day. Get the SS-18s on stand-by." the general wasn't nervous at all, he knew that this was inevitable with such a madman on the BC presidential post. His thoughts were cut by the soldier's shouting "Holy shit, our missiles won't be enough for all of the ICBMs. Our radars are detecting more and more."
"What about our reserves? They are more than enough to defeat the threat!" exclaimed Samuel Kropper.
The soldier continued "But sir, they aren't ready."
"Then what are you waiting for?" screamed Kropper. "Prepare those fuckers, the WMD defence soldiers have trained enough to be able to deploy the reserves in more than 2 minutes."
"Roger that!" said the soldier. General Kropper closed the phone and pressed the green button, indicating that the line was decrypted.

Polosorrus
President Corey Taylor recieved the telegram, he read it. After calculating all of the possible outcomes, he quickly made a broadcast on the national television. Meanwhile, the sirens in all towns and cities were going off. Most citizens were evacuating to shelter, others were running away in the mountains. Corey Taylor made a speech:
"We will fight the confederates no matter what! Their crazy president decided to launch ICBMs, and we will not tolerate that. Frikindie's government decided to have peace talks with BC but after this outrageous act we can not sustain negotiations, nor will in the future. Our brave men and women will fight and conquer for our beloved country, our brave people will support our soldiers. Everyone who can fight or bare a firearm is free to apply to the FAF. And to all of the scared, do not worry, our WMD defences are already taking down the threat. But for safety reasons, all citizens should hide in the bunkers. WE. Will fight 'till the very end!"
The president ended his speech. From the start he knew what had to be done...

Over Sagorth
The pilots recieved the news of the recent events. Hugo Borsch was actually a war criminal sentenced to die. The only thing that could redeem his crimes was the sacrifice for Frikindie. At least Hugo would die for his nation, he knew he would be a hero. The pilots were also instructed, they would give their lives for the glory of Frikindie. "Change in plans." announced the captain. "We are now aiming for the president's building. The president was captured and the building is currently controlled by general Kozlov, BC's finest general. President Corey Taylor gave the orders." The Boeing 747 was only 30 minutes away from it's new target. The plane reached Sagorth's outskirts. It slowly started descending. After careful angling, the plane reached such an angle that it could hit the president's HQ. The captain quickly gave thrust, accelerating the plane to maximum speeds. "Glory to the nation." shouted the plane's 3 passengers, crushing the plane into the building.

[Freakoland]

Adriatic Sea

"They want us to do what!?" screamed Emperor Heenrik Van Oranjenstad over the laptop, projecting his image on the wall of the bridge from 10,000 miles away. "They must be out of their sad little minds if they think I'm going to believe something like that. What? They'll tell the Gorguntanian Navy to not attack one of the most powerful navies in history!?" Admiral Van Der Vlaar sighed and returned "well, you see your Majesty, this is a very delicate situation. We can't just go in and preemptively strike the Gorguntanians, when we don't even know the strength of their fleet. I've organized another bomber group to go and beat the snot out of them on the ground, but until then, I'm afraid we should stay here and lie in wait for them, where we can ambush them as they come through." The Emperor stared through the camera, looking down at the papers on his desk. "Well, I guess we could at least provide our friends with air support for a good while. However, none of this 'quick-strike' business, I want a decisive blow that will cripple the Confederations and their allies force, so that all they can do is cross their broken little fingers and pray that they'll still be alive by the end of this. Understood?
"Aye, your Majesty." He flipped off the camera and went to the intercom to begin the operation. "Attention pilots of Bomber Group 2, report to your CO's for briefing." Things were about to escalate.

40 Minutes later

Somewhere, over the Northern Croatian border, 40 F-14 tomcats cruised through the air, closing in on their target; the spearhead of the Confederate advance. They could see their target now, approximately 10 miles away. "Bravo one, this is Red Leader, let the packages go." He clicked off the intercom, and set his payload to 'active'. "Rodger that, bombs away!" The 40 tomcats let their missiles go, as they sped off towards the Confederate force. "Alright, let's go home."

[Balkan Confederation]

Sagorth, 15 minutes after the attack

The plane blew up most of the palace and killed over 2 000 people. Chernov was dead as was most of the country's leadership. Kozlov was wounded but survived the attack. "They sent their message..." he said. "Comrades, I am the only man fit for ruling now and I order you to mobilize the people.". The men quickly started to organise. "Orlovskiy, what damage did the missles cause?" he asked later. "Half of them were shot down, some landed in cities and destroyed a lot of buildings and the rest, about 12, hit strategic industrial sites." answered Captain Orlovskiy. "They will suffer!" shouted Kozlov. "Gather the remaining officers in the war room...It's time to take the war seriously." ordered the Marshal.

Eastern Frikindie, one hour after the resuming of the war

Zhukov was shocked by what happened. His forces were facing fresh frikindead troops and were heavily outnumbered. "Order artillery barages on the enemy lines!" he shouted. He knew he was going to lose here if he doesn't fortify and wait for help. But he was so close to Onherlabbe. Saving the commando battalion there was top priority. He looked at the map again and a brilliant idea came in his mind. "Patch me through General Mongosel." he ordered. In a few minutes he was talking with the leader of the gorangutanian task force. "General, I need your men to engage the northern flank of 1st Frikindead Army! Attract their attention while I attack them from the south and help our soldiers in Onherlabbe. Atfer that I will attack their rear and they will break." said Zhukov. "Hmm, clever plan, comrade. My men will begin the attack in 15 minites." answered Mongosel.

later

The attack was very precise. Air and artillery strikes followed by a full-scale attacks on both sides quickly broke the first enemy lines. The CAF's advance in the south was safe due to the lack of enemy forces in the area. Onherlabbe was captured and a regiment was left there to reinforce the commandos. In the matter of eight hours the united confederate and gorangutanian forces managed to incircle 1/3 of the main frikindead army in the area. The enemy was easily overwhelmed by the numerous allied troops and soon the battle group was destroyed. "Give me a SITREP!" ordered Zhukov. "Sir, the operation was a complete success. The enemy lost more than 25 000 soldiers and 54 tanks. Our losses are moderate. 12 000 KIA and 5 000 WIA. Plus the loss of 37 tanks." reported the officer. "Brilliant! The enemy army is crippled and demoralised. Use the captured equipment against them. Our advance will continue tomorrow morning." said Zhukov. This operation was a killing blow even with the heave losses suffered on both sides. The frikindead forces were now losing ground.

Confederate soldiers advancing towards the frikindead lines

near Sastar, Eastern Balkan Confederation.

Viktor Reznov was driking his vodka and looking at the gorangutanian navy in the sea. He was a retired Colonel in the CAF and didn't want to enter another bloodbath...But he had to. Seven men came out of a truck and headed towards him. "Colonel Reznov, we need you." calmly said a man dressed in a leather coat. "I am retired and you have enough good men." answered Reznov. "You aren't retired anymore. My name is Mihail Lebedev and I am your new supperior." said the man in the coat. "Hmm, Lebedev, you are from the CRA, right?" asked Reznov. Lebedev didn't asnwer but handed the old officer his new documents and said: "Come tomorrow in Sastar. I'll give you orders there.". Reznov sighed and started preparing his things. He knew the war wasn't going to end soon.

[Freakoland]

Adriatic Sea

"So we really have no idea how our attack fared?" inquired the ever curious Admiral Van Der Vlaar. He stood erect on the bridge, smoking his oak pipe whilst sipping from his coffee.
"Y-y-yes sir. The enemy must have been hit hard, that's probably why we don't know anything. Whatever their pulling, it's good."
His lieutenant then looked up into the dull morning sky, as if he were searching for something.
"This is becoming unacceptable. If we can't even calculate our own success, then how are we going to assist the Frinkindins?"
"Have we tried deploying our Marines?"
"No. I still don't want to deploy them this early in the conflict."
"Well sir, we might not get the chance if the Confederation overruns our allies."
He was right. A hard action was needed, and the Confederation was still not willing to come to terms, despite the uncanny naval losses they received during the first few days.
"We need to maintain dominance over the waters, and make sure that they have no naval capabilities. So, resume the bombardments on the Confederate coast line. But this time, I want to destroy their merchant fleet as well.

Freakish forces begin the bombardment of the ports on the Adriatic coast, targeting vessels of any offensive capabilities. Freakish forces also begin to engage the Confederate air force.

[Gorangutania]

The royal gorangutanian navy was wrecked. Nearly 2/3 of it were destoyed, stopping the naval attack in it's tracks. Admiral Nagazel Momun was furious, he couldn't assemble more ships because the same thing would happen. The freaks had aerial superiority, their jets were way better than the gorangutanian ones. But one has to try to succeed. The admiral ordered the deployment of 13th naval task force, which had fierce anti-aircraft frigates armed with "Kiker" missiles. This time, a bigger naval force headed to the Bosphorus...

General Mongosel got up from his black leather chair. The wise, calm general recieved the confederation's orders. He was astounded by his ally's success on the battlefield. Gorangutaniain soldiers and machines buffed the frontline forces even more. Over 50 000 gorangutanian soldiers were on their way to the frontline, supported by 520 tanks and 5200 other vehicles. Gorangutanian planes made sure that Frikindeads were always on sight.