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Postby Murovanka » Fri May 06, 2016 6:41 am

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  • 1830: Wankan Civil War ends; colonialism starts
  • 1870: Canton colonized by Wanka
  • 1880: Ummayah colonized by Wanka
  • 1895: Treaty of Charlua- Auyadelle and Frisia annexed by Wanka
  • 1940-41: Wanko-Sylvan “Black War”
  • 1950-1980: Wankan Dark Ages
  • May 1995: Sellenland War
  • March-April 1996: Saxon War
  • May 1996: Preussen returned to Wanka
  • 1997: Aurde Crisis and War for Altagracia
  • June 1996-98: Sylvan Civil War, coup d’état
  • 21st June 1998: King Reginald II dies
  • 2001: Casaterran Entente Treaty Organization (CENTO) created by Wanka and Sylva



Nova Sylva wrote:Escuadrilla Naval del Golfo Occidental
  • NSRS Resurgence Carrier
  • NSRS Salamanca Destroyer
  • NSRS Capistrano Destroyer
  • NSRS Alfonso Valenciaga Frigate
  • NSRS Stephen De La Calle Frigate

Legión Esylaña
  • 1. Batallón
  • 2. Batallón
  • 3. Batallón

27a Regimiento de Marina
  • 1. Batallón
  • 2. Batallón
  • 3. Batallón

101a Escuadrón de Combate
24 aircraft

112a Escuadrón de Apoyo Naval
16 carrier aircraft

119a Escuadrón de Combate Naval
24 carrier aircraft

Totals:
5 ships
7,000 men (roughly 1,000 per battalion)
74 aircraft

Hochseeflotte (High Seas Fleet)- Sidius

  • SSS Ultrike Meinhof (Carrier)
  • SSS Konrad III (Cruiser)
  • SSS Eisenach (Destroyer)
  • SSS Bauten (Destroyer)
  • SSS Kolberg (Frigate)
  • SSS Walter (Frigate)
  • U-101 Roter Hai (U-Boat)

1. Trägergeschwader
x15 carrier combat aircraft

2. Trägergeschwader
x15 carrier combat aircraft

3. Trägergeschwader
x8 carrier command, EW, SAR, logistics aircraft

Streitkräftebasis Auendall (Auyadelle)
  • 402. Infanterieregiment (Wan)
  • 403. Infanterieregiment (Wan)
  • 1. Panzerbrigade (Au)
  • 2. Panzergrenadierbrigade (Au)
  • 3. Heimatschutzbrigade (Au-Res)

Streitkräftebasis Frisia (Frisia)
  • 34. Marinejägerdivision
    • 342. Jägerregiment
    • 343. Jägerregiment
    • 344. Jägerregiment
    • Fremdenlegion

Streitkräftebasis Speiland (Speiland)
  • 35. Marinejägerdivision
    • 352. Jägerregiment
    • 353. Jägerregiment
    • 354. Jägerregiment
    • 9. Staatssicherheits-Brigade (Infantry)

Westgolfgeschwader
x12 Coast Guard ships
x48 combat aircraft
x12 command/EW/SAR aircraft

Theatre Total
55,000 troops
98 aircraft
19 naval vessels (incl Coast Guard)




Heimatflotte (Home Fleet)
x4 Destroyers
x8 Frigates
x12 Corvettes
x24 FAC

Streitkräfte Wilhelmshafen
  • 10. Panzergrenadierdivision (org 10. Füsiliers)
    • 102. Panzerbrigade
    • 103. Panzergrenadierregiment
    • 104. Panzergrenadierregiment
Wankan Armed Forces Total
671,160 active
357,000 reserve
ca. 50 combat divisions


Viking Group Four (Atra)
x2 destroyers
x1 cruiser
x2 guided-missile frigates
x2 Littoral frigates
x2 attack submarines

Carrier Strike Group One (Atra)
x1 amphibious assault carrier
x1 guided-missile cruiser
x2 destroyers
x1 guided-missile frigate
x2 littoral frigates
x1 attack submarine

Expeditionary Strike Force One (Frisia)
x1 carrier
x2 cruisers
x2 destroyers
x2 frigates
x2 submarines



Kronstadt
1st January, 2003


“…we have come a long way since the dark times of the civil war. It’s been seven long years, I know. Preussen, Sellenland and Saxony have been rightfully returned to Wanka, its citizens now able to celebrate with their brothers and sisters of the mainland. Our former enemies have been pacified, have turned into our allies, and peace reigns throughout the continent once again. I am proud to be standing at the helm of a Wankan nation returned to its place in the sun, once again a powerful force in Casaterra, and I vow to continue our successes into the new century. The Twenty-First, my dear brothers and sisters, will be the Wankan century, insha’Allah.”

And with the ceremonial crack of the rifle, Chancellor Heinrich Sonneborn ended his annual New Years’ speech. The chancellor seemed stronger than ever, eyes radiating passion and energy as he entered the seventh year of his rule, and the sixth year of near uninterrupted peace. Much had changed since his initial ascension to power. Granted, his predecessor, Ulrike Meinhof had laid the foundations of the nation after bringing it out of the disastrous period of civil wars, but he could probably say that he himself had rocketed Wanka from Third World to First (nearly) within a decade and reestablished the nation as one of the prime powers of the world. At the same time, the Chancellor had solidified his grip on power, helped by the “spiritual reawakening” policy the government pursued domestically.

It had been by no means an easy journey. Especially having to deal with a bloody war right off the bat after taking power, where their former arch-enemy, Sylva, had been decisively defeated- not militarily per se. Strangely enough, it only became clear around a year after the war had ended that Sylva had lost, having to deal with the instability the war had caused, the burden of millions of refugees, two costly wars in Altagracia and Aurde and the resulting economic crisis. The Sylvan Civil War ended with a complete restructuring of the balance of power in Casaterra as a Wankan-supported military junta came to power.

It seemed unthinkable that the two former arch-rivals would come together, but it did. Wanko-Sylvan reconciliation was no new idea and had been actively pushed by influential Wankan politicians who sought to end the longstanding enmity. With much effort, it worked, and the two nations who’d already built extensive trade ties to assist each other economically signed the Casaterran Entente Treaty Organisation. The possibility of Sylvan and Wankan troops fighting side-by-side for the first time in history was made real.

The ever-increasing Wankan power was not viewed without suspicion, of course, as neighbouring nations feared the explosive growth of Wankan influence and looked to contain their neighbour. One point of conflict was religion, through which Wanka too sought to undermine their neighbours. Officially secular, a religious agenda had long been implemented behind the scene in the Wankan educational and military establishment. Shahidism, adopted by Wankan emperor Auerhahn to win the civil war in the 1830s, had been reduced in impact upon the average Wankan following the end of the civil war as Meinhof’s staunchly secular agenda left it in the background. A worldwide religion with followers in all corners of the world thanks to Ummayad traders who more often than not turned into proselytisers, Sonneborn had increased funding to Shahid establishments in many places across the world to gain influence and leverage over their activities. Although denied by the government, the increase in intolerant and violent attitudes, particularly toward democracy and other faiths, was notable and a source of conflict between host nation and Wanka.

But in this case it wasn’t the religious sector which was causing problems; from the small Wankan overseas territory of Auyudelle, Sonneborn was actively supporting social revolutionaries who were waging a low-key armed campaign against the military junta in Gauliscia. The Gaul leadership had never really had warm relations with either Meinhof or Sonneborn, instead viewing the nation suspiciously across the Gulf and doing its best to ensure Wanka didn’t benefit from them too. Desiring a friendlier government sitting close to the Auyadelle and Frisia islands, a steady stream of money and weapons was directed to the guerrillas through various means. This did well to further incense the Gauliscian government who already had laid claims to the peninsula and islands under Wankan possession. Adding to the Wankans list of fears was the Gauls’ increasing military spending, coupled with aggression- while few saw it coming, the list of problems in the supposed peaceful times had been growing, and once again the continent was sucked closer and closer the vortex of war.
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MCAS La Riveria
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MCAS La Riveria was a good place to be in your career as a Marine, particularly if you were a fighter jock. Here, the Organized States Marine Corps was clustering the majority of its East-Coast F/A-18E/F Super Hornets, and finalizing the retirement of the Legacy Hornets. It was the forefront of technology in the Marine Corps, and was also an outdoorsman's paradise. Hiking and a beach full of opportunities for surfing and swimming lay just off the flight line. Despite all of this, 1st Lieutenant Ethan "Guamadan" Hunt didn't particularly have many interests outside of the occasional surf, the gym, and the flight line. Guamadan was straight from the RAG, and was generally stuck as the "Boot Terminal Nugget". Unlikely to see action anytime soon and being in the peacetime Marine Corps, meant that you weren't likely to go beyond Captain before transferring to the Reserves or leaving the Corps altogether to fly for the airlines.

Despite this, Guamadan had no trouble adjusting to the F/A-18E and was quite happy to be flying what was the hottest aircraft in the Corps. It was a far cry from the Charlie. It was larger, more powerful, and had even more room for armaments that the Charlie ever did. The suck part about it was, the demand for squadrons with the "Rhino" as it had become affectionately known, was great. Tonight was VMFA-323's last night ashore, before they deployed with a Navy carrier group for a four month tour in the Gulf, which meant no freeway driving back from expensive Vegan places in the city, but that he wouldn't care about. However, the thing that was tugging at him was slightly different.

"You look upset, babe." She said cautiously.

"I know, hon." he replied, softly. "I just got a bad feeling about this deployment. That's all."

"It's nothing you can't handle, I'm sure. You're the best pilot I ever saw. That's enough for me."

"Thanks, I needed that." He said. Best pilot I ever saw. Damn. Guamadan thought as a slight smile crept across his face.

Los Olivos
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The Sylvan man sat in the corner of the beachfront coffeehouse, far away from the window, where prying eyes and ears could easily decipher the communications between him and his contact. This little beachfront place was a fairly popular local hangout in Los Olivos's busy tourism district. The city had become famous in recent years for its beautiful white sandy beaches and colonial cobblestone streets. He sipped slowly on the dark Sylvan coffee that had its roots in Ummayah, brought over by Sylva's old imperial trading routes. The Sylvan placed down his coffee upon seeing a man in a white, short sleeve shirt, cheep sunglasses, and a thatch fedora approaching the small corner table. That was his contact, dressed in the fairly typical Columbian tourist garb. He knew how to fit in with the other lighter skinned crowds of Los Olivos. He didn't know his name, only his codename as the "Tourist".

The Sylvan put down the paper cup and greeted him warmly. "Hola Mi Amigo. Como estas? It's has been too long, my friend." He smiled, acting as if this man was an old friend. The tradecraft came with the job. Despite this foreigner's intentions for his beloved Sylva, he was one of the few opponents to the new regime, and one of the only people keeping the Sylvan safe.

"Mas o menos. Y tu? Bien, supongo?" replied the Columbian in perfect Sylvan, complete with the correct accents.

"Si, senor. It's good to see you. Have you ever had the carne esada here? It is absolutely exquisite." replied the Sylvan.

"No, I can't say that I have, my friend. Speaking of exquisite," the Columbian said, switching to his native tongue, before continuing "I have that DVD that you asked for. It's a great film. You still have that Cantonese, you picked up in college? It plays the best in that." The Columbian slid a disc in an unmarked plastic container across the table to the Sylvan.

"Ah, thank you. I have been meaning to see this." replied the Sylvan, who promptly put the small disc and its container into his pocket.

The Columbian looked down at his watch, and said "Oh dear, I appear to have misjudged the time. My flight's leaving early today. The wife and kids are probably already packing."

"Oh, by the way, please give Ellie my regards. It has been far too long. I'll see you soon, my friend." replied the Sylvan.

"That you will. I'll see you later, bud." said the Columbian as he got up and walked casually out the door. The Sylvan left not long afterwards, catching a light-rail train to his home in the suburbs. The first order of business was seeing what was on the disc. The Columbian PC was one of the few luxuries in his mostly Spartan home, a product of his days in the Fuerzas Armanas. He put the DVD immediately into the disc drive, and quickly saw the start of an animated children's movie about a group of Pigeons during the Pan-Septentrion War. The Sylvan, upon seeing this, immediately remembered the Columbian's comments, scrolling through the options for the film's language, selecting Cantonese.

The computer's screen immediately went all black, before reopening with the emblem of the infamous Central Intelligence Agency. The emblem was quickly replaced by a homescreen with only one file openable, one marked simply as Operation Northwinds: Sylva.
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Postby Nova Sylva » Mon May 09, 2016 6:04 pm

Generalissimo Antonio Riviera's Speech to Syndicalist Party Council Praising Wankan and Sylvan Political Idealogies
Chandler, National Syndicalist Republic of Sylva (NSR)


I want my first words inaugurating the task of this third national council of the Falange to be clear regarding the statement of our political faith.

For a year of war and for four years of what we wrongly called peace we have had to struggle on in concerted endeavor. No one will be astonished if now, when this phase may be considered overcome, we throw off whatever and whoever would like to deflect us from marching toward fulfillment of our movement.

On this depends the destiny of Sylva and the preservation of her eternal values, the suppression of which would imply slavery and chaos. On this path we must be intransigent in exacting sacrifices from all for the benefit of our national unity-a guarantee of Sylva’s future.

The people might not be with Sylva, but what is inadmissible is that any one should be against Sylva. The foundations of our policy were laid in the beginnings of our movement, when our youth prepared itself for fight and engendered a spirit of our crusade that they derived from our soundest traditions of spiritual values and merged them with the social yearnings of our times. [There was an indistinct sentence at this point.]

We are living through historical moments that have so complicated a nature that, just as external events produce reaction in the internal life of a nation, so the internal life has had effects beyond its frontiers. For this reason our political attitude sought to correlate our actions in the international sphere with the supreme needs of our own country.

We are actors in a new era in which we can have no truck with the mentality of the past. Sylva’s way of thinking cannot go back to the nineteenth century, accursed by so many false conceptions. It is necessary for us to abandon both the old liberal and monochratic prejudices and take a survey of Casaterra in order to analyze contemporary history.

We do not belong to a world of our own, as distinct from Casaterra, even though we have our own characteristics and spiritual reserves.

All contemporary events show us we are witnessing the end of one era and the beginnings of another; that the "liberal monarchs," a phrase hypocritical within itself, and their world is going down a victim to its own errors, and with it are disappearing commercial imperialism, financial capitalism and mass unemployment. The happiness promised by the monarchs became nothing but barter business, competition, low wages and mass insecurity.

Wealth did not go hand in hand with equitable distribution. The important part of humanity was prey to misery. Freedom is impossible as long as bondage and want exist. Cleverly exploited Marxist slogans caught on with the masses because they deceitfully promised a change in the justice of the pressing situation.

Heinrcih Sonneborne united his own heart into the synthesis of the fascist revolution-a social urge and a national idea. Later, Wanka found a new solution for the popular yearnings in national socialism, which unites the national and social idea for the second time in Casaterra.

Those are not isolated movements, but rather aspects of one and the same general movement and mass rebellion throughout the world. On the face, a new useful consciousness emerged, which reacts against the hypocrisy and inefficiency of the old systems.

Youth marched conscious of its historic responsibility toward a goal sensed but not clearly defined. The goal then was defined by current events and by the leaders. These facts should explain to many people why so many Sylvans welcomed the republic with naive emotion. [At this point there was an indistinct passage, referring to century-old unrest in Sylva filled with indignation against “the unjust order.”] The greater the hopes, the greater the disillusionment. Anger, indignation and revulsion grew against the vile outfit. [There was another indistinct passage here.]

In our opinion, this maturing youthful enthusiasm still represents the strongest and most positive social factor. There not only was a fusion with our national and social ideals, but also with our Seguidorist soul, our country’s raison d’etre, our history and our greatness. The Sylvan solution was a union between national and social forces with supremacy of spiritual forces. On those true, unassailable principles our whole political work was based and will appear greater as time passes. What the masses of the people in Aemen think is not different from what the Wankan masses think, nor do the dissatisfied people of Old Casaterra think differently from the disinherited in New Meridia. Lies and propaganda may distort these facts and hide the truth for a time, but in the end truth will prevail.

The moment of disillusionment is not far distant. When the war ends and demobilization begins the moment will arrive to settle accounts and to fulfill promises.

Then, whatever projects there may exist now, the historic destiny of our era will be settled, either according to the barbarous formula of bolshevist totalitarianism, or according to the spiritual, patriotic formula Sylva offers us, or according to any other formula of the fascist nations.

Neither the feelings of the most numerous social classes, nor the exigencies of the post-war economy, nor the grave problems facing nations, will allow any other path.

Those are mistaken who dream of the establishment of democratic liberal systems in Casaterra, bordering on communism. Those err who speculate on liberal peace agreements or a bourgeois solution.

The world is marching on other roads. And the sentiments by which it is animated are so strong and just that, be it victory or defeat, they will overrun whatever may try to stop them.

The problem is not to permit that brute force of the torrent to destroy everything in its way, but rather to canalize and harness it, so that it becomes the fertilizing element of the new era.

For this reason, because we know that ours is the truth, and because we have labored for it for five years, we look upon events with serenity.

In these days our generations are not merely faced with territorial and political problems, but also with supreme issues of the existence of our faith, our civilization and our culture, which are now at stake once more. This makes our presence in the international sphere so very important. [An indistinct passage.]

Even without commands our destiny in the world implies such contentions are too empty to be taken into account. Neither the highest cause of all, God, a cause never better served than under our regime, nor the interests of the country, never as well defended as in our days, nor the general welfare of our nation, embodied in our restored economy, reborn industries and flourishing fields, are safe from our enemies. What price, in the face of these truths, those remnants of the old minority groups that still clutch their old ideas?

Is it permissible to indulge in differences and divergencies when the fate of the country is at stake? What interests us is how to reach our aim. We cannot make any truce while we are on the way. We are ready then to install-if Sylva’s interests demand-the traditional system that reigned through our history, under the condition that everything appertaining to the realization and lasting character of our national revolution is safeguarded.

Certain people wished to be in our ranks in order to create among us a controlling body or a new minority group. That could not be permitted. The phase that begins now is that of unity and perfection in work, and of preparing ourselves for the great moment that the world offers us.

We have called you together to carry our work to completion. It is heralded by continuous triumphs of our Republic, magnificent work of our youth organizations, silent productive labor of our Syndicates, and pious endeavors of our social institutions. But our country demands more from us. The essential task lies before the new national council. It may well be that life will become more difficult. Our paths are strewn with thorns, but there can be no flagging in pursuit of our ideals.

It is not enough to set our goal. It must be pursued with constancy and sacrifice. Fortitude, as well as good-will, is needed. When we have all this, the triumph will be complete, because we shall feel strong and secure. We have the strength of our truth, backed by the reality of our power. We promise a hard life, but a Sylvan life worthy of our country and its destiny.

We do not work for ephemeral ends, but for a resplendent tomorrow. Our army has in it the flower of youth. Divine assistance clearly has shown itself to us. With it, nothing and nobody shall vanquish us. If we fought hard on our crusade, we would fight even harder if the new danger of new war should threaten us. We know that with us is life, without us, death.


Broadcasted to Sylva and the World, Twenty-Ninth of January, 2003
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Postby Aemen » Tue May 10, 2016 8:44 am

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5th January 2003


“…Another one, signed.” Stated Alexander as he finished scrawling his signature at the bottom of an incredibly detailed piece of legislation at his desk. Mariana, Sylva’s former queen, sat on a luxurious red sofa just behind of Alexander’s place of study, herself reading through correspondence she was receiving regularly from her aides and people within Sylva’s new military-controlled government.

Alexander sat back, looking at the legislation he had just signed into action. It had been five years since his father, Reginald II, had passed away from a vicious illness that plagued his heart. Although the former monarch was given a transplant and managed to limp on for several more months, his body was unable to adapt to the new organ and continue on ruling Aemen as its head of state and government. He died, surrounded by his remaining family, shortly before midnight on June 21st, 1998.

Oddly enough, it was only two years before this that Alexander’s brother Ivan had died within Saxony. Many remember the Saxon War and the regime run by the Transitional Deterrent Force that Ivan headed, and this proved to be the shrewd prince’s downfall. Though circumstances surrounding his death remain classified, there are theories among many as to what happened.

Ever since, Alexander had tried to rise to the challenge that his father had left to him, to realize Reginald’s vision of a dominant Aemen on Casaterra. However, after becoming king, Alexander became unsure if he could carry on such a task. Reginald’s reign had been brutal on Aemen’s population; the aristocracy was massively privileged against those who didn’t belong to the ancient families, the Folcwaldings controlled most if not all of the country’s ministries and government departments under Reginald’s supervision and relations with many nations were indifferent at best. Alexander set about to try and reform Aemen’s government for the first time. Rather than being representatives of the king, he rewrote the law so that now, ministers and officials were elected by the public. The office of First Minister was scrapped and replaced by the new position of Chief Minister, who was given new powers to pick and choose the High Ministers and Lord Secretaries of his government, sparking the rise of the first two political parties in Aemen’s entire history within the first three years of Alexander’s rule. Liberal politics had finally reached Aemen’s shores, though the path to it hadn’t been easy.

Alexander was afraid to go further; his idea of a freer Aemen was constantly haunted by the expectations of his long-dead father, tearing the young monarch between his beliefs of what was right and what he had been brought up to do. To make matters worse, this wasn’t the only thing slowing Alexander’s progress.

The rift between the Olbridges, Aemen’s Royal Family, and their cousins, the Folcwaldings, had never been more apparent. Soon after Reginald’s death, Elector-Margrave Ridley Folcwalding also passed from old age. Replacing him as head of Aemen’s most powerful and oldest clan was his eldest son, Diederik, who continued to promote and purvey his family’s superiority amongst the Aemen government and military. Under Diederik, the Folcwaldings used their enormous influence to resist the change being instigated under Alexander. The king had been forced to relent, offering concessions to his cousin and straining internal relations in the upper echelons of power.

The monarchy still retained massive constitutional powers and the ability to take the entire government back to a Reginald-style era. As long as Alexander was king, however, he was determined not to see that happen. “You should go to bed. It’s been a busy start to the year.” Alexander said looking back to his wife as Mariana continued to pore over her papers.

The young former queen sighed, looking at Alexander and seeing him smile back at her. He knew what was on her mind, he knew what it was that made her tussle and turn uncomfortably at night. He was adamant to see his wife returned to Sylva’s throne, which Alexander believed to be wrongfully stolen from her; if there was one idea of Reginald’s that the young king wanted to make a reality, it was of Aemen and Sylva united under one crown placed upon the head of his child.

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Postby Gauliscia » Tue May 10, 2016 1:52 pm

The most heinous of a state’s shortcomings is allowing a portion of their soil and populace to exist in the hands of foes. Yet more heinous still is to sit back, content with peace. Such leaders as these are not fit to rule as they are without spine. Instead, they should begin to resource their steel, wood and leather and thus make ready the blade and bridal.
-Chlowis de Maaënhout, Soldier, Writer, Diplomat, 1904



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Craenoioud (Chraaïwoud) Province, Duchy of Frisia
United Realms of Gauliscia

    In great beauty and fortitude stood the city of the Frisians, some buildings rising high, some constructed by transparent materials. But alas, the usually bustling streets, large and small ones were not so heaving now. For rule of the sword had descended on this Duchy, as savage attacks from the southern swamps had caused great terror and disturbance. So much so, the High King’s warbirds and mechanised beasts of war had rolled in to deliver a hard and hefty strike. Men-at-arms, most still with soft youthful faces, fresh from the barracks patrolled the streets, donning their combat garments and armed heavily. The assaulters had made clear their qualms, but these were not possible and instead, the high halls of Clovisburg had nodded assent to the armed forces to give them lead and blade. These swamp-sprung disturbers of the peace were held in no high esteem by those of their blood as a result of their violence and extreme standpoints, in faith and in affairs of state. In the towns that they held, the populace would be compelled at rifle barrel and sabre-tip to provide beds and meat.

    In that city lived a man, who was honest as he was kind, thoughtful as he was learned. His shop was one of pastries, breads and doughnuts -such foods gave great delight to the local children. He had worked diligently over the years, in hope that he may pass on a wealth of no great sum, but still a substantial fortune to his children. Yet, recent attempts by the high halls of Clovisburg had tried to impose tax on what he wished to pass down, to tax more of his income. He, amongst many of his compatriots had thus supported the action taken by the High King’s marshals and the formation of a government, it's seats filled with those uniformed and ranked in conflict. This day, as he set about in the early morning, lashing his pastries with hazelnut cream and sprinkling on them chocolate nibs, two young men, gendarmes entered the sweet smelling building. The baker, who was born with the name Chonraad Feldraatha became accustomed to their faces, recognising them as playmates of his son; Édrich.
    Welcome, Friedwoud and Héidrich! For such a noble and righteous cause do you serve. Come, state to me which of these pleases your tongue and they will be given with no handing over on your behalf. Thus Chonraad spoke, sweeping his hands over the bountiful fruits of his labour. The Gendarmes, with measured gratefulness and stirred on by the delectable foods took their choices, and as Chonraad wrapped the pastries in paper, he inquired such;
    “Pray tell, how does the war go? What news from the lines of battle?”
    Héidrich, of the House of Glouënck gave his reply.
    “Far into the marshes they have withered, for our sky-borne chariots have kept them from open warfare. But, though we press with great bluster from all sides, yet still they cling, hidden in the long grass and deep waters. Furthermore, commanders of note have expressed theories that Vanckians sharpen their blades and instruct the dissidents in warfare of a dishonest nature..”


Field Marshall Elerich Jawoerkund
Éicholmschloss, Clovisburg (Chlowisbuerg)
Kingdom of Franconia, United Realms of Gauliscia

    Time had come for giving reports to the monarch, over plates of food. Having been received by servant and soldier at the white-walled palace of the High King, Elerich Jawoerkund, head of the secretaries that met in the high halls of many turreted Clovisburg, but also a warrior of many battles and it was he who stirred the military to liberate the realms from the thieving socialist and God-rejected pagan that had manipulated the ballot cards; Wiedo Houvoorde.

    It was customary, each and every seventh day for the elected, or otherwise appointed ruler of the realms to take lunch over policy with the High King. So they discussed, amongst dishes of rabbit terrine, venison pâté, cream cheeses, sausages, sliced ham and brioche rolls the events that had transpired or would transpire.
    “Only he who has his eyes glued would fail to notice the swelling of warriors towards the south. What, Marshall, what do you scheme?” Inquired the High King, spreading thickly Frisian pork paste over a crusted role.
    “Your observations are correct, Your Majesty, Most Exalted Lord of the Realm. It is indeed my scheme, one that has been turned over in my mind as ruthless as it were numerous. Amongst populace, warrior and chieftain, there is great clamour for uniting all those in whom Gauliscian blood flows. And it seems to us, we who put ink to paper in the high halls of Clovisburg, that the imperialists who cling to Ouëndaal by the sword hilt are the very same who whisper counsel and provide sharpened shafts to the thrice accursed socialist pagans who soil our swamps and dirty our marshes.” Thus responded Elerich, his stomach satisfied with savoury dishes.

    The face of the High King grew dark, as though Hades had draped his cloak over it.
    “Conniving renegades! Wicked wretches! Damned Heathen! For the last time have they spat darts at our prestige! Send orders to the blacksmiths, raise the gendarmes, source the horse fodder, put the armies to march!” So spluttered the dark faced monarch, his eye brows deeply furrowed, spewing forth great spray of previously chewed foods far and near, here and there. The Field Marshall was not so hastily persuaded to furor and rage, and had also time to curse this news in private.
    “In due time, Your Majesty. Though it may seem the more virile to strike with great speed and strength, it wiser to build up our forces in detail, position our forces having pondered much over plans and paths of war. Furthermore, nations near and far will not be too impressed by such a sudden assault. Rather, we shall bide our time, rallying to our high-fluttering colours allies of great esteem and strength before striking at the bile plugged jugular of these perfidious imps.”



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War birds took to the skies today, unleashing devastating destruction upon the WVF (Gauliscian People’s Front). Most noted of their sky-borne assaults was the incineration of a primary supply depot, no doubt weakening their cause considerably. Four months into this war against the insurgency that arose following the 5th of August Coup, the partisans have been forced into the mountains by a sustained and fearsome air campaign, supported by relentless ground forces of the Gendarmerie.
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The partisans, led by Marius Ynckehous are also reputed to be widely ‘pagan’ and the Gendarmerie have cautioned citizens in Frisia to be wary of Woedinists as they may ‘corrupt individuals and persuade them to their faction’. In a recent survey, 68% of Gauliscians identified as Roman Catholics, 23% as Woedinists, 6% as irreligious and 3% other. Woedinism is a multi-theist faith, entwined with nature but also emphasises warrior culture. It saw a decline in Gauliscia in the 1100s.
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In a statement today, head of the Gendarmerie, Gendarme Marshall Helmuth Xoessen announced that Gendarme personnel would double in size and strength in Frisia. Many deduce that a final assault into the Zwaartzuemf Wetlands is due.
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San Viejo Prison, South Carmi, National Syndicalist Republic

“Fuck you, asshole!”

The response to the Colombian’s language was a heavy punch to the face. He spat out blood, and flexed his hands, to find they were still constrained, tied behind the metal chair.

At the other side of the room, behind a one-way mirror, Section Commander Alfonso Mayaguez yawned impatiently. The Columbian spy had been here all afternoon, and hadn't broken under the constant ‘enhanced interrogation’ the Sylvans inflicted upon him. If it wasn't such a setback to Interno Securidad’s investigation, it would have been impressive.

But who was he joking – it was impressive anyway.

“We need to try something else,” Alfonso said, popping some more dip into his mouth. The chewing tobacco was a bad habit, for sure, but it beat smoking. “Get Ramirez and bring in the drill.”

The other man in the observation room with Alfonso, Teniente Ortega, looked over. “You think that's really necessary? I mean, it could kill him.”

“The caberon has been in interrogation for eight hours. Whatever information he has is probably worthless by now anyway. Get Ramirez, and break this fucker.”

“Yes, Comrade Section Commander.”

Ortega got up from his reclined position and walked out the room, letting the door close behind him. A few moments later he returned, and Alfonso could see the necessary tools being brought in. Alfonso reveled in this. In fact, he lived for it. This Columbian spy was part of an elaborate espionage attempt to undermine the National Syndicalist Republic (NSR), code named “North Wind.” It was his pleasure to rid his country of these…parasites.

Alfonso watched as the man was injected with a thick yellow serum – a formula designed to increase the sensitivity of one’s nervous system, so that the what was to come would be even more painful. All the better. He would make this man suffer a thousand deaths if he could.

And he reminded himself of that as he watched the Columbian fidget in his seat as Ramirez drilled through his teeth and into his gums. The spy screamed as the dental drill did its work; burrowing itself through the crown, then obliterating the enamel before destroying the nerve ending in the root canal. The threat to the man’s life wasn't in the form of the actual drilling; rather, it was the stimulus that the nerves related to the brain. The pain and sensation was so intense that it was quite possible to throw the body into shock, or shut the nervous system down entirely.

It took three of the man’s teeth before he passed out from the pain. A second later, a shot of epiphrine woke the man up, screaming in pain again.

“It's a very simple question, señor,” one of the InSec officers said. “What is North Wind?”

Countryside, South Carmi, National Syndicalist Republic
Eight hours earlier


"Do you think there will be anything valuable there?" his aid asked, not taking his eyes off of the dilapidated farming complex down the road. It wasn't much unlike the one Mayaguez had grown up inside of.

A shoulder shrug accompanied the reply, "Possibly."

Mayaguez pulled his binoculars to his face to watch as the special response troops of Internal Security closed in on the compound. Clad in grey and black and carrying a mixture of rifles and submachine guns, they moved professionally into cover and basic observational positions.

"Ramirez is ready, sir. They're going in."

As Mayaguez nodded, an APC burst out from concealment and raced down the road to the compound, smashing into the gates with a loud clashing of metal. InSec troopers piled out of the armored personnel carrier and took up positions to cover the farm buildings while their comrades rushed to begin breaching. Mayaguez lost sight as they entered the buildings, though the rattle of gunfire told him exactly what is going on.

"Sir, should we go in?"

"No, let Ramirez’s men handle it." The gunfire trailed off fairly quickly, though lots of shouting quickly replaced it in disturbing the quiet country air. Within minutes an InSec trooper was standing on top of the still parked APC, giving Mayaguez and the other InSec reserve troops the all clear sign.

Mayaguez snorted, "Let's go see what they found."

Mayaguez walked in, escorted by the rest of the troop. Ramirez was there, smiling. "You'll never guess what we have found, Comrade Section Commander."

Mayaguez raised his eyebrows but said nothing, waiting instead for the man to continue.

"It appears that our intelligence was correct," Ramirez motioned toward a group of his men who were standing around examining a flag of the now defunct Commonwealth of Sylva, “The monarchist sympathizers were building IEDs and a had cache of weapons here.”

"Did you take any of them alive?" Mayaguez pressed, suddenly impatient.

"Yes, including a Columbian-" Ramirez tried to explain before the Section Commander cut him off.

"Take me to him immediately," Mayaguez commanded. “And ready the prisoners for transport to San Viejo. We'll show these bastards the consequences of opposing the National Republic.”
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Postby Murovanka » Thu May 12, 2016 7:47 am

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Auendall (Auyadelle), Auslandsterritorium Frisia, Speiland-Insel
2nd February 2003


Ever since they'd been acquired, the three Wankan overseas territories had proven vital to the projecting of Wankan power abroad. They were the lifeline to its colonial empire abroad and was early on shown as such when the Holy Empire's fragile hold was threatened, turning into a possible powder keg before it was diffused by the signing of the Treaty of Charlua in 1895 ensuring that Wanka would not be cut off from its colonies or have an embargo easily placed upon them.

Even today, with the billions of dollars trade flowing through the region, the Western Gulf as it was called in Wanka was pivotal in Wankan geopolitics even as their colonial subjects had turned fully independent. And it was crucial for Sonneborn in his quest for ever-expanding Wankan dominance over the region; the three bases in foreign hands would mean far more cards in the hands that would like to put a halt to its growing sphere of influence.

Yet for all its importance, it was still low on the Wankan Armed Forces priority list. Large troop concentrations still remained on the southern borders, primarily directed at Aemen, a reminder of how peace was only superficial after the Sellenland and Saxon Wars. The Mozrian frontiers also had to be guarded, as it was lengthened extensively since Preussen was annexed into the nation.

In the Western Gulf however, the situation looked grim.

"...especially since we decided to bankroll this insurgency." Foreign Minister Heinrich von Preisen commented. He, along with the Defense Minister and Chancellor Sonneborn were on a belated visit to the headquarters of Armed Forces Command- Western Gulf.

"There's no denying that." Sonneborn replied. He looked at the numbers.

The Seestreitkräfte's only carrier group and blue-water fleet was in the Sidius on maneuvers. On Auyadelle itself there were Wankan ground forces which barely amounted to half a division, complemented by three brigades worth of local forces. On the base on the northern tip of Frisia, a Wankan territory roughly the size of Singapore, a light division was stationed. And on Speiland- one infantry regiment. In terms of aircraft, the Luftstreitkräfte had only some sixty fighters in the area, two thirds of what had been recommended by the General Staff to be the minimum. Speiland could be protected by land-based aircraft but for the other two they pretty vulnerable from the area. The local air-defence network used functional, if outdated equipment, long due replacement. The Navy itself was in the middle of modernization and in no real shape to fight a war; it had hardly ever been for decades as most of the focus was on land.

“We’re in a geopolitically impossible situation.” commented von Preisen. “Moving troops in now would infuriate them. Not moving in troops would leave them ripe for the picking.”

“What’s the risk of them doing that.” Sonneborn asked.

“Wouldn’t say low exactly, they have enough reasons to justify kicking us out by force. The main one being our funding of the rebels. Our diplomats shout at each other regularly enough already.” the Defense Minister said. “Besides, any of our adversaries would be too happy to try and push them over the edge in an effort to weaken us. Our situation is precarious.”

“We definitely need to bring in our newest radar and SAM systems.” the local garrison commander said. “Along with a load of anti-ship missiles. If we have any hope of holding on to our bases we’ll need to be able to neutralise their navy once anything starts.” He pointed at the map.

“We’ll better have numerous contingency plans ready. And soon. We have no territory to fall back on; the only way to survive this is to attack. The entire Duchy of Frisia needs to be in our hands within the first days. Their navy neutralised. At the minimum aerial parity retained. In the end it’ll boil down to diplomatic efforts to stop the conflict, and that as soon as possible, and for that we need to make it clear that we’re strong and willing to risk everything for this region.”

“Hopefully without bloodshed.” Sonneborn said. “Regardless, understood, we will bring this up immediately with the cabinet once we return to Kronstadt. We won’t let these barbarian unbelievers roll over us.”

Official Statement from the Wankan Foreign Ministry


The Wankan government condemns the repeated incursions of Wankan air space by Gauliscian aircraft in clear violation of Wankan territorial sovereignty. Wankan Armed Forces have recorded four occasions in the past 48 hours where armed Gauliscian combat aircraft intruded into Wankan airspace; this cannot be tolerated and we would like to warn that further incursions, if deemed a threat will be met with force.
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Postby Nova Sylva » Fri May 13, 2016 10:50 am

Ref: CGSFRS 0202/2003
Date: 2 Febrero 2003

OFICINA NACIONAL DE INTELIGENCIA;
DEPARTAMENTO DE SEGURIDAD INTERIOR;
FUERZAS DE DEFENSA DE JEFES DE ESTADO MAYOR;

*C.L.A.S.I.F.F.I.E.D*


Internal briefing


RE: Operation ROSARIO

SEC. 1. OVERVIEW


Wankan position in the Gulf of Wanka is tenuous. Growing xenophobia, particularly against the Wankan populace, is rising within Gaulicisa. Hardline militarists within the United Realms are calling for a reunification of Gaul territory, particularly the tip of the Frisian peninsula and the Speiland, and numerous incursions by Gaulicisan military aircraft into Wankan airspace have occurred.

The Office of National Intelligence believes that a border incident between the two nations is imminent, and armed conflict would follow shortly thereafter. If such a conflict were to occur at its current state, the Wankans would be overrun anywhere between two and twelve days. ONI has forwarded this report to the Abwehr and Geheimpoleizi as well, in concern of the current situation.

SEC. 2. HOSTILE ACTION


ONI believes that any attack on the Auendall (Auyadelle), Auslandsterritorium Frisia, and Speiland-Insel territories would open with an a simultaneous attack from the air, land, and sea by Gaulician forces. Such an attack would likely overwhelm the current Wankan IADS within twelve hours, and render local Wankan air forces disorganized and largely ineffective. Land forces moving against Auyadelle and Frisia would face determined resistance within the cities themselves do to the nature of the Wankan light infantry forces stationed there. However, insufficient quantities of antitank weapons, ammunition, and other basic supplies, especially if the enemy were to cut off the Westgulf territories, would soon become apparent and crippling to any Wankan effort towards resistance.

It is therefor imperative that Wanka keep her sea lanes open. Her only carrier battlegroup is currently doing exercises in the Sidius; however, even with her fleet’s main striking arm, the Wankan Navy is by no means on par with that of her Gaulicisan foes. However, if the Sylvan or Atramentari Navies were to join the fray, the odds would be immensely turned in CENTO’s favor.

The wildcard remains Westervelde and the Organized States. If either were to assist their ally in such an action, even with the full force of CENTO’s combines navies, it would be a much more bloody, prolonged, and undecided fight. It should be our intelligence services’ maximum priority, therefor, to keep Westervelde contained and out of the fight.

It is recommended that Sylva deploy portions of her Strachan fleet and Crimson fleet to link up in the Gulf of Wanka, with sufficient naval infantry aboard. Marine forces aboard transport ships in the ‘exercises’ will be able to rapidly deploy into predestinated defensive positions in the Westgulf and help hold the line without causing a political outcry from the Gualicians or Westerveldians.

SEC. 3. FRIENDLY ACTION


Backroom negotiations with both the Westeveldians and the Organized States need to occur immediately about contingency plans for a Gaulician invasion. Realistically, the best we can hope for is a promise of non-intervention from either party. However, it is expected that they will want to establish an “exclusion zone” of military action to prevent us from invading Gaulicisa outright; furthermore, they may demand neutrality from the members of CENTO in exchange for non-intervention.

The latter must not be accepted. CENTO is a common defensive pact, and without Sylvan and Atramentari naval support Wanka cannot win in the Westgulf.

It is also recommended that Wanka beef up current forces in the Westgulf in the following ways : 1) rotate the current units on station in Westgulf (most of which are reserve forces) with veteran units from mainland Wanka, particularly Fallshcrimjager and Panzergrenadier brigades, with extra anti-ship and anti-air armaments; 2) Deploy troops (recommended two divisions) to the Atramentari-Gaulicisan border and put Westerveldian border troops on high alert; 3) have the Wankan fleet participate in exercises in the Gulf of Wanka alongside Sylva and Atramentar.

In addition, funding, training, and direction for revolutionaries opposing the military junta of Gaulicisa should become a priority for the combined CENTO intelligence communities.

It is absolutely crucial, however, that the war must be started by Gaulicisa with as little casus belli as possible, to dissuade the liberal nations of Westervelde and the Organized States from interfering.

***


A copy of this was forwarded to all CENTO nations.


Official Statement of the Fuerzas Defensas de Esylvana


In the spirit of international cooperation and mutual defense, the Sylvan Defense Forces (Maritime Forces) is pleased to announce joint naval exercises in the Westgulf alongside their Wankan and Atramentari allies. The nature of these exercises is purely defensive, and it is in that spirit that we invite members of the Westerveldian and Aemen navies to observe said exercises. A full list of ships, aircraft, and marine forces involved can be viewed at http://www.fuerzasdefensas.syl/maritime_forces/deployments/westgulf_exercises
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Postby Gauliscia » Sun May 15, 2016 2:21 pm

Should the opposing force become excessively accustomed with their positions inasmuch as they find great comfort there, a commander of sense and foresight should see it necessary to give them great fright in dislodging them from such a position with due haste and force. For the longer the foe is allowed to stay in a place, he will send his roots into the ground and over time hold himself in.
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Bloufisserje
30 Nautical Kilometres from Coast of Auyadelle
Gulf of Wanka

    With hands that had been weathered and roughened by the great lapping waves and the bountiful throng of sea creatures, Aarmand Waaüm hauled a great net, bursting with Neptune’s minions onto the ocean-swept deck, conceding an ear-pleasing smack as supple salmon and cod made contact with the wooden planks of Aarmand’s boat. Pluto reigned supreme this night, Helios had given way to a Stygian sky and Selene the moon. Aarmand, granting no heed to the heaving pile of the ocean’s fruit at his feet, stared out across them urging waves, his old eyes occasionally catching sight of other Gauliscian boats, whose lights flickered here and there.

    For though Gauliscian waters were by no means depleted of such stock that squirmed on the splintered deck of the Bloufisserje, harbour masters throughout the realms had urged fishermen to lower their nets in waters that may be laid claim on by the Vanckians. Aarmand wished that he was a younger man, not excluded from battle by poor vision and weakening joints. For his mind deemed it fanciful to play his role in the coming hostilities. Alas, his eldest son, Ulfbrecht, due soon to receive papers demanding his presence at the local gendarmerie office had boarded the ship. Unlike his father, who donned rubber boots and a yellow rain jacket, Ulfbrecht wore simply brown shorts and a short-sleeved top, leaving his feet bare, but years of living in a coastal village has hardened these and thus hindered him in no way.
    “Father, have we not ventured into seas in which Vanckians vessels hold sway?”
    “Indeed we have, but this is intended. As such, the Vanckians will be driven to great vexation.”


Réichsraad,
Chlowisbuerg, Glaaënsaar Province,
Kingdom of Frankonië, United Realms of Gauliscia

    The reports were read out to the assembled members of the chamber with due relish and oratory. Amongst them were the unfounded claims of the Vanckians; that Gauliscian sprung war raptors had ventured into the skies claimed by Vanckia. Such assertions were false, and the clamour that followed indicated this.

    The wielder of the chamber hammer, the Speaker, soon endeavoured to bring order to the chamber. Like a lion in a sheepfold, having slain many a beast, satisfied, roars with a blood stained mouth, such was the roar of Major Jannick Waargluÿx piercing the ears of many.
    “SILENCE! May I remind you that this chamber is in session.” He turned his head to a face, redder than a ripened tomato, having bellowed his disapproving tones throughout.
    “Brigadier Willoum Haarck! You truly are a most excitable individual! Calm yourself, or feel free to take a sedative!”

    Then, having cleared the floor and given silence a free hand to reign, Jannick gave Elerich Jawoerkund; a warrior who carried the High King’s baton and who leads both populace and warriors, the floor.
    “I can tell you in earnest that we are on a course for war! These disputes can only be resolved when Gauliscian beasts of war occupy lands that should be ours. Our military bears better smithed arms of war than they, better still are we motivated and trained. The Gauliscian Boar has made sharp its tusks on the stones of the Éulfbirge and has keened them on the torsos of traitors. The dispositions of the Vanckians are untenable, especially if the depth-lurking sea beasts cut off any assistance that may arrive over the ocean. Having said these things, we must not startle the Vanckians, nor their allies to great excess lest they wage conflict before we have mustered our full might. Therefore, I authorise the following measures: First and foremost, the returning of all main combat vessels to their home ports to await further tasks. Secondly, it is with great regret that I will increase income tax to 30%. I also declare that the military will commence manoeuvres later this week, involving all elements of the military. Gauliscia will prevail and will teach those who have dared affront our power that crossing blades with the nation of Clovis the Great will receive their dues.”


Prince of St. Xawiersbuerg’s Fusiliers, 7th (Airmobile) Brigade, III Corps
Heschouïn Barracks, Choehléi Province, Kingdom of Gléirchsaachsen
United Realms of Gauliscia

    The barracks at Heschouïn were in upheaval as the garrisoned regiment prepared to relocate. Armouries were to be stripped, vehicles loaded, baggage packed and paperwork splashed with obsidian liquid. As a unit which travelled, not by road, but by air, such preparations took great time and effort. Whilst those not of social import or wealth -the ranksmen engaged in the heavy work under the barking of sergeants, the Colonel had assembled his officers.
    “If assertion is a value bequeathed upon you, or as an officer holding the High King’s commission you will have learned this skill, you will undoubtedly be aware that matters in the south are agreeable to neither Chlowisbuerg or populace. Our regiment, along with the rest of the brigade is relocating to these most troublesome regions, as you know. There, we shall find ourselves attached to IV Corps, the main force responsible for dealing with potential threats from Ouëndaal. I want our assets in the air in three hours, see it that my desires are your commands.”

    In no great expanse of time, rotorcraft began flying upwards, some with single rotors, others double; great air-borne beasts of burden as, strung beneath many were vehicles and provisions. The military was already on the move.


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Offiziëleche Verchlaaring de Boendesréich Waalischië
Official Statement of the United Realm of Gauliscia



A nation such as ours, saturated in honour, glory and might must strive to uphold these bequeathed blessings and graces. Therefore, we are driven to mild annoyance when a nation has the audacity to claim a most heinous of falsehoods. Gauliscian birds of war have flown on set paths with set targets, neither of which at any stage cross into Vanckian skies. We warn the Vanckians, however, not to stir up further tempest in the high halls of Clovisburg or your deceitful schemes will receive their reward.

Signed,
Field Marshall Elerich Jawoerkund
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Postby Murovanka » Thu May 19, 2016 11:31 pm

CENTO Summit
Kronstadt
6th February 2003


“Oh forget it, we’re not gonna respond to such idiots. We should keep faith that one day they’ll learn diplomacy.” Sonneborn said, scrunching up the paper on which the Gauliscian statement was written and throwing it unceremoniously into the bin.

“An simple ’at no times did our aircraft infringe upon Wankan sovereignty’ denial would have sufficed.” agreed Defense Minister Rudolf Hintner as the Atramentari and Sylvan ministers took their seats.

“Would’ve made them sound less like… pompöse Arschlöcher.” Chief of the General Staff Hasso Röder commented. Sonneborn gave him a stern glance which said: not in the presence of our esteemed guests, please. But he was used to the youthful commanders’ brazen language. It came with a daring and independent mindset which helped him on the battlefield but less so when dealing with politicians like Sonneborn. Indeed it was his action alone in the Saxon War which enabled the Wankan army to advance, it having been bogged down by dogged League resistance. On the other hand, it had taken another few years for Sonneborn to recognise his leadership abilities and finally appoint him as Chief of Staff. In that position he lead massive reforms, primarily in the army. The regiment had been cut from four manoeuvre regiments to three, and so had the division. All to cut unnecessary costs that the inefficient army was generating; costs that the nation couldn’t afford to bear as the money was better used in improving the economy and civilian life in general. No personnel reduction had occured however; more emphasis was instead emplaced upon the Joint Support Service and the “tail” part of the tooth-to-tail ratio. No longer was it the bulky force which sought to crush its enemies with pure weight of numbers, no, while on paper it seemed like little had changed, in the four years since Röder came to power he had transformed the army into a professional, disciplined force that bore few similarities with the one that ransacked Saxony back in 1996.

The men had already greeted each other earlier upon arrival. On Sonneborn’s left was the Atramentari Consul Legatus Torval Grey and Hintner, Minister of Defense. To the Chancellor’s right was Sylvan Foreign Minister Andres Zamora, General Hasso Röder and Geheimpolizei chief Laurent Blank.

“Thank you for coming, and thank you for your support.” Sonneborn said, producing a copy of the Sylvan intelligence report. On arrival Zamora had immediately promised direct support while the Grey had given the all-clear for the Wankan military to use Atramentari bases and ground to strike Gauliscia in case of an outbreak of hostilities.

The Consul Legatus nodded. “Certainly.” he said. “This is of vital importance to Atramentar too.” With the Mozrian Sea closed to commercial activity for parts of the year, a significant amount of trade passed through the Gulf whereby Atramentari ships frequently stopped by Wankan ports in the Western Gulf. As allies, and in exchange for economic aid, Wanka had granted many privileges to Atramentar. Their naval ships also frequently visited the Wankan overseas territories. For Sylva, the Western Gulf itself was of less importance- more so the Wankan ability to keep its neighbours in check, tying up the military resources of its rivals by forcing them to place troops on the Wankan border instead of using them to threaten and undermine Sylvan interests abroad. Like with Aemen. One would wonder how the Wanka which had a seemingly insatiable expansionist tendency could get along with Sylva, its prime enemy over the centuries; the truth was however that with the lost eastern provinces back in Wankan hands, annexations enabled by the subduing of Sylva in the Saxon War, was pretty much as far as the Wankan state wanted to expand. The People’s Republic now contained all the territories of its predecessor states- the Swabian Republican Empire and the Federal Kingdom- and more, actually.

“The situation isn’t getting better. The Gauliscians are starting their own exercises and seem to be waiting for a provocation.” Hintner said. “First, to necessary initial military preparations.

“Currently we’re covertly shipping heavy munitions to our bases in the Western Gulf and are unofficially placing several divisions on high alert. Supplies and logistics are being stocked up, particularly on Speiland, to await the arrival of the 35th Marine Division for a possible landing on Frisia. Our carrier group in the Sidius will be refuelling and rearming for combat in Viridia before commencing the exercises. And as ONI has suggested, we are preparing to move two divisions, the 4th Panzer Division and the 12th Infantry Division to Corvida, and will possibly follow up with building it up to corps strength.”

“How about reinforcing and rotating the units currently in Auyadelle and Frisia?” Zamora asked.

“Politically risky, at the current situation. Although yes, we will look to rotating out quietly as many reservists as possible. However, the 10th Panzergrenadier Division is on alert. They consist of many Saxon War veterans, so they should be fine. Furthermore, the 101st Fallschirmjäger stands ready to be used as an airmobile force.”

General Röder laid out a map. “Our military staffs will work on a more detailed plan, but in case of outbreak of hostilities, it will look roughly like this. Assuming that Gauliscia is our only enemy and neither sides retain the element of surprise. Gauliscia will assault Wankan positions on all three islands by land, sea and air. In the Sidius, Wankan, Sylvan and perhaps Atramentari naval forces will seal off the Gulf of Wanka, assault the Gauliscian navy, provide air cover and assist in landing Sylvan Marines on Auyadelle and/or Frisia. From the Eastern Gulf, the Wankan Home Fleet and Air Force will contest the waters in the Western Gulf. The 35th Marine Division will, if possible, make a landing on Frisia to capture the island.

“Now we would also be ready to open a second front to capture the Gauliscian capital, Clovisburg, but that would require Atramentaran permission and participation.”

The Consul Legatus nodded. “This we will have to settle in Threnody. I would say, however, that it would depend on the situation- and necessity. Gauliscian-Atramentari relations remain comfortable and such a war may not settle well with our people, depending on circumstance.”

“On that note,” Sonneborn said, “We will be immediately cutting off all support from partisans and politically, I’d like to request that we do not provoke the Gauliscians in any way. For now, we are all to willing to negotiate the dispute with them.”

“Weakness is the last thing we can show right now, and we’ve put a lot of effort into supporting the revolutionaries.” Laurent Blank, the intelligence chief who had yet to say a word, responded forcefully. “Cutting off support would destroy any hope of future cooperation and we’d be putting much of our intelligence network within Gauliscia at risk. They depend a lot on the partisans.”

“That’ll just encourage the Gauls.” replied Zamora. “If we don’t stand up to their threats they think they can push us around. Our allies abroad won’t take our help seriously if we can so easily be made to back down.”

“Isn’t that exactly what they want? A casus belli? We have no choice to admit that we’re militarily disadvantaged, for now.” Grey said.

Hintner nodded. “It’ll be temporary, of course. Draw them to the negotiating table, drag it out politically, play for time. Covertly build up our strength in the mean time and make it unfeasible for them to further push their claims.”

“Officially we can distance ourselves from the partisans. But we cannot afford to destroy our intelligence capabilities within Gauliscia; that would be suicidal especially if it came to open conflict.” Blank said.

Röder shook his head. “We cannot see it just in terms of the dispute in the Western Gulf. As we’re well aware, an incredible amount of CENTO trade flows through the area and our relevance, our existence, is at stake. Consul Legatus Grey, you have to make that clear to Threnody.”

“I am all too aware of the situation, General.”

“We cannot be misguided by our tactically inferior position in the Western Gulf. Clovisburg lies just several dozen kilometres from the Atramentari border and the armed forces of the enemy stand no chance against the combined forces of CENTO.”

“You do not account for foreign support.” Grey interrupted.

“Who will help them? OS? Achesia? Like they helped the League in the Saxon War? I doubt it.” Zamora shot back.

“A limited war will certainly have to be prosecuted.” Blank said. “Our focus should equally be on the Atramentari front. If we can defeat them on their own grounds, we can ensure the ownership over Auyadelle and Frisia without having to fight the difficult battle there. Pacifying them momentarily through diplomacy will do us no good if it’ll only result in them looking to strike again, at another time.”

“It would have to look like a defensive war on our part.” the Sylvan Foreign Minister said. “However, yes, a conflict looks unavoidable. Gauliscia needs to put back in its place, and it doesn’t look as though it will submit willingly. But we cannot preempt.”

“We pretty much have to.” said Röder. “At least in the Western Gulf. There is no territory we can fall back on.”

“Which will make us look like the aggressors and create sympathy, even help, for the Gauls.” Zamora replied.

“Alright,” interrupted Sonneborn. “we will have the military staff iron out contingency plans. Both for the Western Gulf front and the Atramentari one.” he said, eyeing Blank and Röder. “For now, we will look to avoid confrontation by diplomatic means and will not further heighten tensions. I will have Eichinger talk to the Gauliscian ambassador in Cascadia. At the same time we will prepare for a possible military conflict, which, God willing, will be short. But if we can come out of this without bloodshed and damage to our foreign policy goals then I’d gladly accept that.”

Sankt Augusto
30 nautical kilometres from Auyadelle
Western Gulf


Verdammte Waallier. The captain of the coast guard ship swore as loudspeakers blasted away at the Bloufisserje in Wankan and Gauliscian to clear out of Wankan waters. As usual, they paid no heed to the warnings as the Sankt Augusto approached. This was the third ship he had to confront today and it was getting on his nerves- it was as if the Gauls were intentionally driving out to fish in Wankan waters, something they’d rarely done before.

”WAALLISCHES SCHIFF, HIER IST DIE WANKSCHE KÜSTENWACHE. SIE SIND IN WANKSCHEN GEWÄSSERN. BITTE VERLASSEN SIE DAS GEBIET ODER WIR WERDEN SIE MIT GEWALT ENTFERNEN.”

On board, the crew readied their weapons and water cannons. The other two had been driven off by warning shots and water cannon fire, but if this one didn’t, the captain would gladly board the boat and haul them to court in Auyadelle.
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Postby Gauliscia » Sun May 22, 2016 1:57 am

Beware not of hostile factions who blunder into conflict with great bluster and might, for they are simply hungry for blood and land, they have not planned a course of war and as such can easily be destroyed with scheming on your account. Beware of the hostile factions that instead are slow to unsheath blades and prepare the horse bridal, for these have indeed plotted a path of war.
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Bloufisserje
30 Nautical Miles from the Coast of Auyadelle
Gulf of Wanka

    Though with confidence had their boat cut through foreign waves and net foreign fish, Aarmand had lost faith in his fortunes. The harbourmaster had given assurance that an armed ship of the fleet would rush to their aid should the Vanckians become persuaded to such vexation, they too send forth coastal frigates.
    “Son, without any undue haste, bring in the second haul. Enough of Hlér’s spawns have we looted this day.”
    Alas, his son appeared from the belly of the boat, clutching not fishing instruments, but a rifle, onboard should any great sea beast wish to challenge them.
    “Set that down! Mindless fool!” Aarmand gasped, horror struck; his mind playing out the consequences.
    “But father, look yonder, here comes a ship of the High King! We cannot sail away in the moment of our salvation.” Aarmand turned, following the direction of Ulfbrecht’s finger.

    There, cutting through the murky morning mist was a great grey ship of war. Though not kitted out for full warfare, as its daily occupation was to prowl the Gauliscian coasts, it was mightier than most ships for many leagues from here. SWB Choehlhoorst[/] was the flagship of the 3rd Littoral Squadron, twin hulled, with two rotary birds of war and many more armaments. It's crew stood on the front deck, weapons held close. The single turreted gun moved smoothly and slowly from side to side. It's radar systems had seen the dispute and had come to the aid of innocent fishermen who meant only to share in the fruit de la mer.
    WÉ DE WAALISCHSE ZEEWÉHR ZIND! ZOLLTE-JOU ZOE KUEHN ZUE ANN DIEZ SCHIFF FEŸE, WÉ ANN JOU FEŸERN! DIEZE VERVOLKSLECHE WASSERN ZIND, LAATE DIEZ SCHIFF HIER FISSE, ALZ JOU WÉTE DAT JOU WÉNICH KRAACHTBAAR ZIND!


Xaarloë, Headquaters of the Staff Command
Glochenblueme Province, Kingdom of Gleckensaxonia
United Realms of Gauliscia

    Having heard the course and schemes of the conflict that was to come from Field Marshall Géiserich Suetwouda, the High King’s captains of the forces nodded in approval, even General Chunimund Aachwillen, Secretary of all affairs of a military flavour, who now spoke.
    “Field Marshall, great slayer of those who have opposed Gauliscia, this path of war is our path to victory, for sure. However, one fear presses my mind so. As you, omniscient Marshall of the High King’s warriors undoubtedly know, beyond our eastern borders lie the Atramentar, whilst in no way especially hostile to our faction, neither do they hold us in any special affection. They do however have amicable dealings with Vanckia, especially so. I fear that either Vanckia alone may roll over frontier, sprung from their camps there, or the Atramentar themselves may swarm across. Our great city, many turreted Chlowisbuerg is greatly endangered…”

    Phobos, the Olympian of fear became present in that dimly lit chamber. What would become of the land they inherited from their forebears if the capital of Clovis the Great were to fall into hostile hands? At long last, Marshall Suetwouda gave reply;
    “Should this conflict become so great, that they find it necessary to assault such a place, I believe we would have made the appropriate contingencies beforehand. One final question on my part, when will the [i]SWB Théodrich III be completed?”
    “In no short expanse of time Sir. God forbid we are still at war at that point. Having said that, should her completion be accelerated to a premature state of readiness, I can assure you, we would command unparalleled dominance in the deep blue realms of our region.”


Jouda,
Chlousséi Province, Duchy of Freuzië
United Realms of Gauliscia

    Neither virginity or coffer had the partisans left unsullied. Marius Chlonwaarck lay on the cold wooden floorboards, his soft, hair free body had been exhausted by rapacious scourging. Marius had wished to safeguard his rear from the senseless lust of the partisans, and had fired his weapon on them. But, alas, with great moan his rear finally allowed itself to be penetrated by seed squirting shafts. Thus he lay, violated, his tear stained cheek on the ground.

    But, just as quickly as they had come, the partisans had been forced out by the ever-advancing men at arms. Lowering themselves from bird-sprung vines they launched their assault, rotary birds of war laying down arcs of ordnance as wide inasmuch as they were efficient and destructive. The Gendarmes were aided in their business by vengeful emotions, outraged by the lust of the partisans which had robbed their compatriots of dignity and life, but also now in experience. For their youthful features betrayed a pining for the battlecry and commotion of war.

    At last, with bayonets fixed, they went into each house, guns spraying lead here and there, blades stabbing themselves to the hilt into the screaming necks of survivors of their bombs and bullets. Such was the scene inside a bullet ridden charcuterie, where a partisan squirmed on the crimson stained floor, his leg removed from the torso by a mortar shell. He cried out to the gods to take pity on him, but none would, he was in the hands of Pluto now. He grasped at his flanks, heaving out blood; foaming with tissue and cartilage. He could neither reach his revolver to end his pain, nor could he make great clamour to alert a shaman for a final blessing, since his throat had given in to a great excess of gargling of life fluid. When, at long last a soldier burst through, he wasted no bullet on the mutated wretch who now, roaring in agony grabbed for his legs, spraying his body juice mixed with mucus and the elixir of Dionysus -but simply buried his bayonet fully into his shrieking face.

    The Captain of the Gendarmerie, Xawiér Glotha had instilled courage in his troops, mixing in prayers and encouragement in his briefing, explaining that these partisans; having recognised the blades which had caused them terror before, would once again route in mindless panic. Those who stood against them in defiance would be slaughtered with great destruction. And finally, with victory procured faith would be restored in the Gendarmerie by the populace. These had served his unit well, as the partisans had indeed fled or been dealt destruction. Neither ball or chain had been necessary, for no partisans had been taken living.


Ulfgaard,
Free City of Elwechenbuerg, Principality of Elwechenbuerg
United Realms of Gauliscia

    Reports, delivered by the fair, uniformed messenger had come to the oaken door of Mrs. Bierche that the long born fruit of her womb had fallen in battle. His perishing had been an honourable one, for his prostrate corps lay amongst piles of warm reeking enemy flesh, theirs and his blood had mixed to run in a great crimson river. Her son had been lifted from his saffron bed by his comrades, following which they looted the blood spattered partisans, carrying of troves of Waalischers Marks, the war helmet of Jouzléi and the breast adornments of Choerunn.

    Yet when Mrs. Bierche came to know this; poor woman -for her bones became ice, the iron was dashed from her hands and the shirt regained its creases. She began wailing, keeling and tearing; her only son. Now she lamented loudly;
    'Oh, Adouf, now you leave me for Walhalla too? To join once more your father? I cannot blame you, I ask only that his body, presumably pierced through by war-shaft, blade and bullet, be returned to me. That I may wash his wounds, close his eyes with coins for Gell and wrap him on cloth, with beads for Woedin. O Gods, tell me where I may seek his body, mutilated as it may be, his severed limbs and sprayed elixir?"

    The messenger knew not how he should reply, but made swift bow and informed the poor woman that he and his local friends, in turn would bring her bread and milk daily. The war had made sad the mothers, wives and daughters of Gauliscia and they longed for peace, but also, with every passing day, grew vexatious at the Vanckians for their role in the nation's torment; denying the fatherland of full glory and prestige, instead undermining the walls and ramparts of many turreted Chlowisbuerg and driving Gauliscians to spill the blood of their compatriots. Soon however, dissent would be punished by the growing cohorts of the Gendarmerie and the nation would advance against all those who affronted its ancient honour.

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Sankt Augusto
30 nautical km off Auyadelle
Western Gulf


Gauliscia wrote:WÉ DE WAALISCHSE ZEEWÉHR ZIND! ZOLLTE-JOU ZOE KUEHN ZUE ANN DIEZ SCHIFF FEŸE, WÉ ANN JOU FEŸERN! DIEZE VERVOLKSLECHE WASSERN ZIND, LAATE DIEZ SCHIFF HIER FISSE, ALZ JOU WÉTE DAT JOU WÉNICH KRAACHTBAAR ZIND!


"Was?" the Captain on board the coast guard ship asked. "Ich verstehe nur Bahnhof. Max, du kannst doch'n bissle Waallisch nicht?" ("I understand nothing. Max, you know some Gauliscian right?") he said to his XO.

"Ist ne verflixte Sprache" ("It's a screwed language.") the latter replied. "Can't make much sense of it. I think they're threatening to fire if we try to chase the fishing boat away. Also that we should let them fish as we are weaker, or something along those lines."

"Sie wollen uns wohl verarschen?" ("You kidding?") the Captain said, incredulous. "We're in our territorial waters, right? Did we veer that far off course? And since was might makes right any justification?"

"No, we're clearly in our waters." the second in command replied, checking the map. Meanwhile, the three ships were drifting in on each other, a fishing vessel sandwiched by two rival coast guard ships. Its turret was pointed threateningly at the Wankan ship. The Bloufisserje was edging out of its line of fire; at this range however, the modern cannon stood little chance of missing.

"Dann können sie sich zum Teufel scheren!" ("Then they can get lost.") the Captain said angrily. "Connect me with headquarters."

"Sankt Augusto ruft Streiko-West, Sankt August zu Streiko-West, können sie uns verstehen?"

"Laut und deutlich, Sankt Augusto, was gibt's?"

The captain relayed their position and situation. Communication between the services wasn't at its peak at the moment, and as such he and his crew, perhaps even the majority of the coast guard, were ill-informed of the increasingly aggressive Gauliscian posture and claims. So he was a bit surprised when his call for armed naval support and aircraft was met with hesitation on the other end and a "hold on" notice.

"What the hell is this?" the captain wondered. Nevertheless he had his XO repeat the message through the loudspeaker again.

"DIEZE VANCKSCHE WASSER ZIND. VERLASSEN WASSER BITTE."

Meanwhile, at the Wankan command center on Frisia, the local commander debated heatedly with his officers as they decided what to order the Sankt Augusto to do. Sonneborn himself had warned them not to provoke the Gauls at all costs, but retreating just like that- wouldn't that be counterproductive? The majority wanted to immediately dispatch attack choppers to force the Gauliscian ship to withdraw, but Air Force man in charge refused, instead coming up with another idea. They'd let it pass this time, but they would pay it back in similar fashion: Wankan fishermen would be dispatched into Gauliscian waters to fish back what had been taken from their own waters.

Being clearly under-gunned, the Sankt Augusto had meanwhile backed off a little, still in a heated verbal war (with neither side listening nor fully understanding each other) with the Gauliscian coast guard ship. The captain figured it was only time until support showed up to cover him and was nastily taken aback when he was ordered to withdraw and continue his patrol as if nothing had happened. It did take some shouting however. The crew looked crestfallen as the ship drew away, some clearly eager to see the Gaulisican ship get chased away. They were sure that the other crew was happily celebrating, having managed to shout down a Wankan ship in her own waters.

But the Wankans had far from given in. Having gained authorization from Kronstadt, the coast guard started directing Wankan trawlers and smaller boats toward crossing the Wankan-Gauliscian maritime boundary and fishing back what had been grabbed from Wankan waters. Free radio sets, navigational equipment and training on how to use these were given out by Wankan authorities on Auyadelle to enable fishermen to radio for assistance if they were confronted by the Gauls. From Speiland and Wankan home bases larger coast guard vessels boasting heavy cannons were transferred to the Western Gulf Command while even a Wankan missile boat squadron was placed on high alert and directed to patrol in a show of force, albeit with clear orders not to fire unless given permission to. The Fishing War had begun.
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Postby Gauliscia » Fri May 27, 2016 1:23 pm

Fish, great squirming silvery swathes of the surging sea, they are widely eaten throughout this horseshoe-gulf. To maintain our stake in a market which encompasses the entirety of the globe, control of their spawning grounds are essential. Guard it with all your keels and guns to spare, for these are great marine troves have unrealised potential.
-Joachim Souck, Economist, 1942


Bloufisserje
30 Nautical Miles from the Coast of Auyadelle
Gulf of Wanka

    With the hostile keel withdrawing, having been warned off by the might and prowess of Gauliscia, Aarmand dropped to his knees hands clasped.
    “O gods, the graces you bestowed upon me today will be remembered always and have made me a most fortunate among men. Indeed have you let me know that the sacrificial beasts I brought to your alters, pierced through and burnt in your honour were indeed to your taste. I cannot ask you more for this is truly a gift from heaven.”

    No less was the joy and gratitude of Ulfbrecht, who, rather than praising high Walhalla, instead, with great passion in both action and expression thanked the warship for its valiance and their salvation. On the sea-swept decks of the Choehlhoorst, though beaming and with puffed chests they went about their business, great mirth was to follow at port, where they would loosen their limbs in the pleasures of the vine.


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16 nautical miles from the Duchy of Frisia

    Below, on the surging plains of Poseidon, vessels not of a Gauliscian hull rapaciously scourged the Gauliscian fisheries of their fruits, robbing what was rightfully the High King’s. Lieutenant Hilda Waaël struggled to contain her righteous rage having seen the brigantine and wicked doings of the only humans audacious and bold enough to commit such deeds; the conniving Vanckians, the very same people who sharpened the blades of partisan traitors and clung to Gauliscian soil unlawfully. For it wasn't simply a single vessel, but an entire fleet; such bounties were sure to be reaped. Such affairs could not be tolerated, and, with this in mind Hilda made clear her distress to the ever-busy headquarters at Paalbuerg.
    “Paalbuerg, chief offices of naval affairs by the Frisian seas, by both radar and my eyes I can confirm that many foreign hulls are cutting through our waves, turning the water to foam and taking our fish.” She went on, in greater detail, but alas, local vessels of war were already making the path above the surging plains of Poseidon.


SWB Héidcheborn, Péilhecht-Class Littoral Corvette,
3rd Littoral Squadron
14 nautical miles from the coast of Frisia

    Commander Daniël Fennbréi, son of Aloÿzius Fennbréi, skilled in the use of the compass and the instruments of the ship, he stood, firmly planted at the helm of the ship as itchurned the salted waves to a seething froth. His ship was the first prepared and made ready for war, should the greed of these fish-grasping brigands advance so far as to stir them to such action. Then, as a schoolmaster in the playing ground of many scrambling youths, it's speakers boomed across the waves, stirring even the deep sea monsters from their years of slumber.
    ZIE, TREŸLOEZ GÉISSELN DE SCHWELLENS HLÉREICH, ZIE WER UENZERE ZEEBODEM CHRATZE, ZIE SCHNITTER DE ZEEÖBST, OUS HIER WOECHIN! CHIEZE DASS OEFER ZIEZELF DE ENDLOEZ ZANDIGE GRUEWE DE HLÉR VERUURTÉIKE!


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Offiziële Verchlaaring de Gewapteswéhr de Waalischse Boendesréich
Official Statement of the Armed Forces of the Gauliscian United Realms


We, in the halls of Xaarloë have noticed, for few matters escape it, that piscators from other seas have let loose their nets in our purple waters and poached our previously bountiful sea life. Such practices are not tolerated and have caused great furore amongst our own anglers of the lapping waters. We warn that any foreign vessel that fails to herald its arrival in our fluid plains in a manner which is proper and acceptable, shall be ruptured by turret-sprung war-shaft and duly sunk to bottomless caverns on the great swirling mass that is our sea. We care not if the crew has previously scuttled their vessel, or, having been hit, flounder pitifully in the surging waves.

Signed,
General Chunimund Aachwillen
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Wankan-Gauliscian February Talks
The Forum, Cascadia
21st February 2003


Josef Eichinger took another swig from his Schnaps bottle. He'd invited the Gauliscian ambassador to the a meeting with him where they could hopefully start working toward not killing each other in the Gulf of Wanka and perhaps elsewhere. Again he took a careful look at his documents, detailing the position of Wanka in this conflict. It didn't look good.

Sprung from the otherwise inactive office which represented the high halls of Chlowisbuerg, the office holder, the High King's messenger, a young nobleman of high birth but not overflowing prospects. Son of Margrave Boudewéin, a warrior of high esteem but had fallen in battle during the coup, struck down by the ill-favoured Roetewacht. Chlodowech was himself one who took up arms for the High King, but more to the effect that he may be in the high halls of Chlowisbuerg.

Despite harsh words from Field Marshall Jawoerkund, Gauliscia knew that any war caused by such disputes would damage its reputation and bring destruction to the local region. As such, still warm on his fingers, Chlodowech gripped papers given to Aeolus to be conveyed here regarding these matters.
"You, messenger of your realm know that your encampments in our region are not tenable by sword or keel. The surging plains of Neptune and their purple depths are made hazardous by deep sea Gauliscian patrols. However for us, to be so bold in swarming into your territory would be received with no great hailing from those who have not picked their preferred faction. Thus, we both maintain dispositions which men would think us being unhappy with. The high halls of Chlowisbuerg have decided that sovereignty over Auyadelle and Speiland must be ceded. Though, in understanding of regional balance and as sugar with grapefruit, we permit you to maintain military facilities at one location on Frisia and two on Auyadelle. I await your response with bated breath..."

"Good day, Generalleutnant Chlodowech." Eichinger responded, inviting his counterpart to take a seat. Keep your prejudices aside, Sepp he told himself. They have their ways and you have yours; your job is to make sure this doesn't blow up.

"Thank you participating, I don't think there is any doubt that this meeting has been long past due considering recent events. It is vital that we come to agreement on all conflicting issues ranging from sovereignty, terrorism, fishing grounds and the state of our armed forces in the Western Gulf.

"I must make the position of the Wankan government clear. Speiland is non-negotiable; it has been under possession of Wankan states for centuries. For Auyadelle and our base in Frisia, the Treaty of Charlua still holds, and in Auyadelle our position will be difficult to change, as it has a significant Wankan majority. They have inhabited the peninsula since the days of the Wankan Reichsrepublik of nearly 2,000 years earlier and, with all due respect, not often had their rights respected by foreign occupiers. It is a guiding principle of the Sonneborn administration to protect the status of all Wankan people; nevertheless, we would not be wanting to impede on the right to self-determination and we would be happy to organize a free and fair referendum regarding the status of Auyadelle on the condition that regardless of the result, Wanka retains control of its military facilities. However considering population demographics it is unlikely that our citizens would vote for a change in government.

"Please do understand that the purpose of our military bases in the Western Gulf are not in any way directed at threatening the security of Gauliscia. Their mission hasn't changed for a century: to facilitate Wankan trade, ensure the safety of commercial shipping, fulfil international anti-piracy and anti-drug smuggling obligations and protect Wankan interests abroad. We only seek peace, as our restraint when faced with the intrusion of Gauliscian aircraft and coast guard vessels demonstrated. And while we are not prepared to accept any territorial cessation, we would however be more than willing to commence joint resource exploration and exploitation in our waters and perhaps allow Gauliscian shipping the same benefits and free services at Wankan ports as given to nations like Atramentar and Mozria. Furthermore, as we understand the need for each other to mutually feel secure for true peace to exist, we would be willing to sign an agreement on limiting the Wankan armed forces presence in the Western Gulf on condition that Gauliscia decreases the alert level of its military forces, ceases its current military exercises and recognizes Wankan territorial and maritime boundaries as set in the Treaty of Charlua."

So perplexed, so persuaded to confusion and shock, the Marquis knew not how to reply. Furthermore, this man had not adressed him as he ought: a Lord. Such a thing could be forgiven, but one affair was a necessity to be adressed.

"My, Sir, perhaps it has not presented itself as unclouded in as much as it might be aqueous; but percieve this; the great expanse of bristling arms that are the warriors of the High King outnumber and outmatch your own in the lands which you currently claim as your own. These must be yielded to us, lest we are driven and compelled to, in much the same way as one might prise free a rattle from a babe's grasp, or relinquish their hand from the icy, calloused grip of a dead man, liberate Gauliscian soil. For your doings are viewed in the high halls of many turreted Chlowisbuerg as tricksy in as much as they are... imperial."

The bewilderment was visible on the Gauliscian's face. Eichinger, who had spent decades in diplomacy and had been the Wankan ambassador to the Forum since its founding, was confounded by this type of "diplomacy", if you could call it that. Sure, Wanka rarely got any business done with the Gauls, perhaps due to their diplomatic... idiosyncrasies, but this was completely new to him. Was it his proposals? He wouldn't have known that he'd wrongly addressed Chlodowech; all he'd been informed of was his name and rank within the military. The nobility had been done away with in Wanka for over fifty years now and it was customary to address people as "Herr Kanzler" or "Herr Oberst" or whatever position/rank the person had.

Nevertheless he found himself struggling to contain his anger. The usual case, in face of blatant warmongering and threats and senseless accusations, not to mention the flowery language yet to be seen on any diplomatic level, would be perhaps a stern rebuttal and the breaking off of talks. But not today. Eichinger had his orders, and he would follow them, so he would have to spend more time with this repulsive individual. At least maintain your composure, you stuck up Wikinger, he thought, isn't that Diplomacy 101? To give away no emotions, no matter what? Ice cold, like your dead-man metaphor for Wanka.

"Generalleutnant, the times where we waged war and shed blood to achieve our foreign policy aims are long over, if I'm not wrong. If you decide to wage an aggressive, illegal war absolutely contrary to international law in a campaign to exert dominance over other peoples by force, not only will you find yourself completely isolated from the rest of the world, but you will also have laid bare your blatant hypocrisy in your accusations that our actions are imperialist. You can rest assured that any planned offensive war will be challenged diplomatically and economically by the rest of the world, but also by the full might of the Triple Alliance which, depending on the severity of the transgressions, may be compelled to question the purpose of the existence of Gauliscia.

However, more importantly, how is it that Gauliscia only now suddenly reinvokes its claims to Wankan possessions, having abided by the terms of the Treaty of Charlua for a century? Why does Gauliscia all of a sudden want to grab Wankan land?

But I believe that we both, and as representatives of our nations, would rather settle our disputes by dialogue like two civilized entities. Of immediate concern is the accidental flare-up of hostilities in the Western Gulf which our, and I emphasis our, mutual actions have lead to. We do not deny that we have stopped barring Wankan fishermen to fish in Gauliscian waters, but this is only in response to Gauliscian fishermen fishing in Wankan waters. Thus to decrease the current tensions in the Western Gulf, I propose the following. Wanka will prevent its fishermen from venturing into Gauliscian waters, halt defensive military works on the disputed territory and cease to transport men and material of military purpose to the Gulf. In return, Gauliscia will pledge to stand by the Treaty of Charlua, respect current Wankan maritime and aerial boundaries, halt its military exercises and stand down its troops."

Eichinger glanced at his aide, who was busy taking notes. He was still well within what he had allowed to offer as concessions, but of course the deal would have to be agreed to by Sonneborn and the cabinet back at home who were eagerly awaiting his update. He'd probably call for a break after Chlodowech offered his counterproposal, just to conceal how weak a position Sonneborn considered himself to be in.

Great sheaves of paper, their lower sections splashed with obsidian liquid, such affairs were held in no high respect by the Gauliscian populace. Strength and Ability were considered more virile and favourable than sitting in excessive dialogue like old washing women. Civilisation was a Romance Concept, not the resolve of the great northern tribes that Clovus the Great drew up as one on the verdant, rolling plains of Franconia. Nonetheless, the Gauliscians, all; lords, warriors, priests and populace had grown accustomed to settle for half.
"Lay your head on your sack of geese, duck or swan down tonight in the knowledge that no clashing of swords, no exchange of war-shafts shall be considered extra-judicial or otherwise mischievous on our behalf. For though the Boar pounds its crimson-stained hooves in outraged anger and snorts in thunderous disdain, vexation shall not shroud our senses to the effect of blunder. These dashings of ink you speak of mean little to the oppressed populace of Ouëndaal, for they, with tragic tones pine and wail long into the Stygian skies and offer their grievances to the moon. Perhaps the generosity of the Gauliscian offer hasn't developed to its full extent in your mind, because, should we launch our assault, even in a manner which doesn't please other peoples, the soil we liberate will be most gruelling to reclaim for you, yet we have offered you the chance to still keep your war camps in those waters. Never again shall we offer you such generous proposals, and, should you be relieved of the concerned soil permanently, you would be at great loss."

Eichinger's aide, who'd been in contact with the cabinet at home, leant in to whisper in his ear. The Wankan ambassador nodded his thanks; he'd been given permission to walk out of the talks. He stood up, his face deadpan.

"Do tell your fellows in the high halls and many turreted Chlovisburg that the world has done away with senseless militarism and that if they do not tread carefully, they will find themselves alone against those nations who would not hesitate to neutralize a major threat to peace. However, as we are committed to a harmonious world, our offer still stands, but do not overestimate our willingness to accommodate. Our people fought and beat the two great Casaterran powers, Aemen and Sylva, and if you force a fight on us, we will fight and win just as we did in the mountains of the Sellenland and the hills of Saxony."

With that, Eichinger turned and left the conference room, heading for his office.
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"ZIE, TREŸLOEZ GÉISSELN DE SCHWELLENS HLÉREICH, ZIE WER UENZERE ZEEBODEM CHRATZE, ZIE SCHNITTER DE ZEEÖBST, OUS HIER WOECHIN! CHIEZE DASS OEFER ZIEZELF DE ENDLOEZ ZANDIGE GRUEWE DE HLÉR VERUURTÉIKE!"

"Holn se mir da Küstewache." ordered the captain of the Nuda, the a relatively large fishing trawler with a mixed crew of thirty ethnic Wankans, Gauliscians, and genetic combinations of both. Considering the years that Auyadelle had belonged to Wanka however, there were hardly any people in Auyadelle who did not have at least some trace of 'foreign' blood in them. After all, both societies had integrated and mixed with each others for centuries, long before whichever nation laid claim to the lands. Strangely, though, none of them understood what the Gauliscian ship was shouting at them. It still was far away though and the winds were ripping up the words, turning them into incomprehensible fragments. But they could guess that it was something along the lines of "piss off, 'tis our waters", as Wankan coast guard ships said to intruding Gauliscian ones.

The captain called relayed its position to the coast guard, calling for assistance, meanwhile ignoring the Gauliscian ship and continuing to fish, dragging their nets through the water as they grabbed from Gauliscian waters what had been taken from theirs.

The nearest coast guard ship changed course, heading toward the next confrontation. It was a while away though, as the Nuda had strayed the furthest into unfriendly territory. Meanwhile, on Frisia, combat helicopter crews readied themselves and their machines while a squadron of fighter jets prepared to take off on moments notice.




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Date: 22nd February 2003
Recipients: Sylva, Atramentar
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Be advised that we deem war imminent. The transcript of the talks in Cascadia is attached to this note. Urge the General Staff to finalise operational plans in case of outbreak of hostilities. We will not, repeat not, pre-empt; Gauliscia has to be aggressor. Ensure armed forces continue to act with restraint and desist from responding to provocation. We will begin immediate stepping-up of reinforcements to AO and defensive works. Reinforcements include: 35th Marine Division, 9th SS-Brigade (both to Speiland), elements of 10th PzGrDiv to Frisia. Special forces units (Koppa and KKK) have begun infiltration operations with assistance of local rebels on the mainland and Frisia to identify and mark out strategic targets.

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Postby Erquin » Thu Jun 02, 2016 4:28 am

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"Hm... This does not bode well."

President Hilary puts down the document before him from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs regarding the Wankan Gulf conflict that was happening between the country of Gauliscia and Wanka. He grimaced as he turned his chair around and looked at the morning sun rise. His office had a clear view of the east because of the gardens that dominated the east of the palace. He could already see the gardners going out to trim the hedges and do weeding. In the center of it all was a flag pole surrounded by cleanly cut hedges bearing the red flag of the Erquinian Socialist Republic (ESR). Spotlights dotted the ground around the pole, all of them now turned off to make way for the day.

Franko grimaced because, yet again, the promise of conflict was coming over the horizon. It was a dark, thundering cloud that hung over you and didnt pour rain on you, but you knew it would at some point. That was the case with the entirety of Septentrion. The entire planet was just a crucible waiting to completely boil over and be engulfed in genocidal nuclear war, but doesn't because despite half of all the nations of the God-forsaken planet being led by people who were just buckets of mixed nuts, they all still have the brains to know that nuclear attacks will cause nuclear retaliation, which will lead up to mutually assured destruction which ensures the probable extinction of humanity on the planet, if not all wildlife that are bigger then one cell.

Over a bunch of fishing boats now too... Hilary scoffed to himself, his brows furrowed as he scanned the document yet again. Despite how generally non threatening Erquin seems to the outside world, there was a need, a need for someone to act. For someone to stand up and tell the other to sit down and shut up. That someone would have to be Erquin, he knows it, he feels it.

Scratching his salt and pepper hair, he gets up off his chair in the office and begins to walk down to the kitchen, where he still smells breakfast being conjured up for him. Smells like some good biscuits, bacon and eggs for today, which makes him alittle happier about the situation. Atleast he can have a good breakfast before deciding whether to take direct action or diplomatic, indirect action. Using the Navy was a last option, considering how small the navy is in this year of 2003, but the option is there if Erquin is forced to direct action, which is highly unlikely.

He walks over to the dining room, but instead stops, thinks, and proceeds back to his office. Forget working after eating breakfast, why not work while eating breakfast? The cleaners will clean up the crumbs and stuff. He walks through the heavy wooden door engraved with the Erquinian Horse, a symbol of perseverance and liberty in Erquin. He walks back to his desk, thinking of what to do.

An idea hits him dead on. There is no other way to act for now, so might as well just tell the Gauliscians to fuck off. It seemed underwhelming to Franko, but he knew that he had to keep the nation out of the constant wars that keep happening throughout the years, already weathering a few and a civil war that allowed for the formation of modern Erquin. He takes a piece of bacon using his fork, a fatty piece, and throws it into his mouth, chewing on it as he got his telephone and put in the numbers to call a Parliament meeting.

Official message from the Erquinian Ministry of Foreign Affairs


The Socialist Erquinian government heavily condemns the aggression put upon the Theocracy of Wanka by the United Kingdom of Gauliscia. Despite denying such accusations, which are undoubtedly correct, the United Kingdom of Gauliscia has sent coast guard warships to escort Gauliscian fishing boats into the water territory of the Theocracy of Wanka in the Gulf of Wanka. This is an arrogant and downright agitating gesture by the United Kingdom of Gauliscia, and shall not be tolerated by the Socialist Republic of Erquin. The Socialist Erquinian government promptly condemns and denounces the United Kingdom of Gauliscia's practices in the Gulf of Wanka and demands that Gauliscia ceases its actions in the Gulf of Wanka, cease allowing Gauliscian fishing trawlers and boats into Wankan waters, desist fully, and formally apologize to the Theocracy of Wanka.
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Praetor Legatus Lord Tyrane Redmane, Command Admiral and Thane of the Navy, stood at a duskwood podium that bristled with microphones as the murmuring died down among the press corps. When the conference room was quiet, Redmane cleared his throat and spoke. His low gravelly voice projected calm confidence.

"Daamen na baandiken, bená manii. Atramentar hereby announces our participation in the joint maneuvers exercises taking place in the Gulf of Wanka and the Crimson Sea. Units will include the carrier group of HMS King Dengar Lysandrius and the eight ships of Viking Group Four. Exercises will be coordinated with Wankan and Sylvan forces in the region.

"Are there any questions?"
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Postby Gauliscia » Thu Jun 02, 2016 4:19 pm

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    “Have they given their senses to the clouds?!” The Captain furrowed his silvering brows in disdain, for he found it hard to consider the deaths of civilians.

    Yet, alas, orders, not from the coast but Xaarloë had called for a firm response; the wave-riding thieves had not fled neither had they made any signs of fleeing. Captain Fennbréi felt pity for the fishermen, pawns of their regime, sent out to perish, because perish they shall.

    A Phoenix in sight and a lion in sound, the mounted gun fired its lead into the opposite bridge, laying waste to it thoroughly and those formerly manning the bridge were pierced through to such extent that they were reduced to a smouldering heap of pink pulp. The captain rolled onto the floor, a shard of steel wedged in his side, he clenched his slashed flanks and poured out his wine-red soul with long drawn out sobs. Another sailor’s head lay in the path of a projectile and was smashed into a thick mist, the body slumped, lifeless. Yet still, more bullets flew into them, now towards the hull, which soon had such large a cavity it invited Poseidon inwards. Neptune had claimed the ship as his own and dragged it under with haste, along with many of the crew that had been spared the initial slaughtering. Some had trusted in the swirling purple and flailed in the icy waters, but, having drawn blood, they were consumed by shark, whale and deep-sea creatures.


SWB Aalemannië, Franconia-Class Helicopter Landing Dock
5 nautical miles from coast of Gauliscia
Gulf of Wanka

The last of the fleets, now laden with marines, mechanised beasts and birds of war had left its docks, the carrier’s auxiliary vessels having gathered. Two other such fleets had since left ports, those two sailing around Auyadelle, not menacingly, keeping at a good distance so not to cause great alarm, but satellites would show sea-swept decks topped with rotary birds of war. The Captain of the Aalemannië; Chlemenz Souëche knew what was at stake, the salvation and prestige of his fatherland, as his fleet, with great azure swells turning to a foam at the stems of ships, sailed to the tip of Freuzië held by Vanckia. Beside him, steering the great war bird hauling keel of war was Lieutenant Marchomann Léickou, a man whose face still showed an, albeit faint bloom of youth in his cheeks, but his years betrayed his experience and devotion in his occupation. He could feel the fully laden ship move, all its wheeled vehicles, its rotary birds of war and its full force of seamen and seamen-at-arms. Captain Souëche had, on the oaken desk in his office an envelope, it's seal alarmed, but he could guess it's contents. Fear and duty filled his stomach, war, though glorious, was perilous too, especially for a navy, especially for a ship such as his own. The fleets were watched with great vigilance and vigour by soaring custodians of the sky, their domes sending and receiving messages constantly and, from the decks of ships, rotary birds of war frequented the skies, hovering low; causing a great whipping up of Neptune’s realm, that no hostile hand lurked in the bottomless caverns of the deep blue.



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Offiziëleche Verchlaaring de Boendesréich Waalischië
Official Statement of the United Realm of Gauliscia



It is the resolve of the high halls of many turreted Chlowisbuerg and all the honourable upholders of the realm who assemble there daily, to advance the interests and make known the behests of Gauliscia. Recently, an esteemed envoy of the real,s opened dialogue with the Vanckians in Cascadia, eager to come to amicable, if not agreeable nodding of heads regarding Vanckian holdings in our Realm. However they, not only declined a generous offer, but abandoned the talks, having tried to provoke us to raise our swords from their scabbards. We will not be so easily persuaded to the clashing of steel, but if we are, it is because Vanckia wishes for war and longs for the spraying of young blood.



ImageVanckian Fishermen test the Navy; paying with their lives



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This news is still fresh, but it is believed a littoral frigate of the Navy of the Gauliscian United Realms, having warned a fishing vessel, widely reported as Vanckian, to stop fishing in Gauliscian waters, fired on the vessel and subsequently sunk it. No survivors have been reported. The Navy Head; Admiral-in-Chief Ottochaar Roetzund said that the ‘Delinquent and felonious incursions of foreign keels in our surging seas, not only is their locomotion illegal inasmuch as it is provocative, but in their low-hanging sand-scraping nets writhe our maritime agriculture poached by these treacherous brigands. This affair was thus deemed unacceptable and without any undue dithering or hesitation, the offending ship was despatched in a storm of lead and fire.”

Related, Gauliscian fishing ships in international waters were approached by a Vanckian coast guard ship, but a local Gauliscian naval frigate forced it to back down.
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Postby Murovanka » Thu Jun 02, 2016 10:16 pm

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Gauliscia sinks Wankan trawler

Anti-Gauliscian protests erupt as tensions escalate in the Gulf

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Screengrab from video taken by Wankan Navy

FRIGIA- A Gauliscian Coast Guard ship sank a Wankan trawler which was fishing in its waters, carrying out its threat to destroy any Wankan ship that was found within its claimed maritime boundary. According to Gauliscia, the corvette SWB Heidcheborn, after having issued numerous verbal warnings to turn back, shelled the Auyadelle-registered Nuda. The entire crew was killed as Wankan Search and Rescue teams were not permitted to evacuate survivors. The sequence of events is disputed by Wanka, which claims that the fishing crew had been fired upon with no warning. Starting in Wilhelmshafen, anti-Gauliscian protests and riots organised by the large Wankan coastal fishing community broke out and spread along the coast resulting in over fifty injured as police struggled to contain the violence. The incident provoked a diplomatic outcry and has raised tensions between Wanka and Gauliscia to new heights as the dispute over Wankan territories in the Western Gulf continues.

The fishing dispute has characterised the conflict in the Western Gulf with Gauliscia claiming sovereignty over Auyadelle, Frisia and Speiland and its surrounding resource-rich waters, sending fishing boats into Wankan waters closely followed by heavily armed Gauliscian coast guard vessels, using these to outmanoeuvre and outmuscle the Wankan presence there. This lead to Wanka responding in-kind, with Wankan trawlers venturing into Gauliscian waters closely watched by the Wankan armed forces in the Gulf. Several recent confrontations between the rival navies prompted the Gauliscians to declare a “shoot-on-sight” measure on Wankan ships which crossed over the maritime borders, a policy decried as “draconian” and “horrendously irrational” by the Wankan Foreign Ministry. However, as Gauliscia is no stranger to issuing bellicose statements, few believed that it would actually carry out its threat. The shock as such was to be found worldwide as governments and netizens alike expressed their horror at the deaths of the fishermen, with the Wankan government condemning the “barbaric conduct” of the Gauliscian forces and Wankans whipping up anti-Gauliscian sentiment with hashtags like #jesuisnuda and #bombgauliscia. The Sylvan government similarly expressed “shock and dismay” at the events and offered their condolences to the victims of the “reckless behaviour” of the Gauliscian navy while Atramentar urged both sides to deescalate the confrontation immediately and “resume negotiations for the benefit of us all”. Erquin “condemned the aggression” by Gauliscia, calling for her to “cease and desist” its practices and “formally apologise” to Wanka. Talks between Gauliscia and Wanka broke down last week in Cascadia with no solution in sight as neither side refused to back down on their demands with Gauliscia, according to the a statement by the Wankan government, having simply “threatened war” and made it clear that there was “no room for negotiation” over the conflict in the Western Gulf. Leaked details of the transcript of the meeting revealed furthermore that the Gauliscian delegation had accused the Wankans of “trickery and imperialism” and compared the nation to a “dead man” and its behaviour to that of the “pounding of the crimson-stained hooves of a boar” leading to outrage within Wanka, many ridiculing the government’s apparent weak stance and measured responses.

However, the aftermath of the talks has resulted in the Sonneborn administration openly take on a much more assertive position, announcing the reinforcement of military garrisons on Auyadelle and Frisia. In addition, troops of the Staatssicherheits-Korps and the 35th Marine Division have commenced exercises simulating amphibious landings, mirroring possible Wankan actions if hostilities were to break out in the Western Gulf. The region, as the gateway for millions of tons of trade, is most importantly the only maritime route for Wankan and Atramentari shipping and the military bases there have, since coming under Wankan possession at the Treaty of Charlie, been a deciding factor in the projection of Wankan economic, political and military power across the world. While Gauliscia has been content with having Wanka maintain its position in the Gulf, it has a long-running dispute around Auyadelle as its projects to divert water from rivers running into the peninsula has encountered stiff opposition from Wanka which relies on the rivers to supply the growing city. In addition, the Gauliscian government has long accused Wanka for covertly supporting social revolutionaries staging a decade-long insurrection against the military-run government, supposedly using its possessions in the Gulf to undermine Gauliscia. It remains to be seen whether the two regional powers can solve their problems peacefully; the recent talks do not give much encouragement. Nevertheless, for neither side is an open war desirable as a standstill in trade would prove destructive for either economy.
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Postby Nova Sylva » Thu Jun 02, 2016 11:07 pm

REPORT


Fishing Disputes Could Spark a Western Gulf Crisis
Rivalries in the Western Gulf are getting heated over a resource fight. But it’s about more than just fish.

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Fighting the Fishing War - a Wankan fishing boat set ablaze by the Gaulicisan Navy.

The simmering maritime disputes and land grabs in the Western Gulf have long been seen as a battle over its potentially vast undersea deposits of oil and natural gas. That’s not quite true: There is a sometimes violent scramble for resources in the region, but it’s more a fight for territorial rights than just fish. The latest evidence came earlier this week, when Gaulicisa fired upon and sunk a Wankan fishing trolly that was “stealing resources of the Realm.” It wasn’t the first time Gaulicia’s flamboyant, aggressive, and often brash foreign policy has literally dynamited its way to international headlines.

But the move is significant all the same, because it underscores how central fishing is to the simmering territorial disputes that are turning the Western Gulf into a potential global flash point — and how far countries are willing to go to defend their turf, or at least what they claim is theirs. The maritime disputes between Gaulicisa and its neighbors over who controls what part of the Western Gulf are increasingly coming to a head —with both bristling gunboats and trawlers. Large and growing fishing fleets in almost all the countries ringing the Gulf are at the front lines over the fight to control tiny rocks with names like Mischief Reef, Fiery Cross, and Scarborough Shoal. Because there are festering and unresolved territorial disputes involving all countries in the region, seemingly innocent efforts by all parties to fish in traditional waters are sparking international showdowns, with potentially dangerous implications even for countries far away, including Sylva. Although not the root cause of disputes over sovereignty in the region, the clashes over fishing rights — which occur almost on a daily basis and often go unreported — pose the greatest potential risk of triggering a full-fledged crisis or even an armed conflict in the Western Gulf.

“They are the most likely factor to cause an escalation that nobody intended,” Gregory Poling, a maritime expert at the Center for Strategic and International Studies, told The Acropolis Journal.


Military commanders in both Chandler and Kronstadt are worried about escalation, especially given recent efforts to enforce the area’s freedom of navigation by conducting exercises in disputed waters. Against the backdrop of rising friction over fishing, as well as other disputes, Kronstadt has repeatedly appealed to Gaulicisa to back off its coercive moves in the region and warned Clovisberg against the “militarization” of the Gulf. In a clear signal to Gaulicisa and in support of its ally, the Fuerzas Armanas has deployed 5,000 troops for a major military exercise with the Wanka this month. The drills, which got underway this week, include an amphibious landing on the Wankan coast and a mock assault on an oil rig, with a small contingent of Atramentari forces also participating. To add symbolic weight to the event, the Sylvan and Wankan Defense Ministers will visit next week to observe the exercises. Clovisburg has denied it is laying the ground to impose its military reach over the strategic region. But its neighbors and Sylva are not convinced. Having built up military forces along their disputed Speiland border with Wanka, as well as preforming “indicative preperations” for a future conflict, Kronstadt has approved moving additional forces to the territory, alongside CENTO allies.

Underlying much of the jockeying for position among regional powers is the quest for fish. Gaulicia’s huge and growing appetite for seafood — the country is expected to account for almost 25 percent of global fish consumption by 2030 — has been coupled with overfishing in the Crimson Sea. That, in turn, pushes growing numbers of Gaul fishermen ever further away from their coast in search of shrimp, tuna, and scad. Neighbors like Wanka and Atramentar have also bolstered their own fishing fleets to ensure an adequate haul of fish, which makes up a crucial share of protein in their people’s diets, as well as plays a significant part in economic growth and job creation. Those waters are one of the few areas in the world where fish catches have steadily increased since 1950.

But Clovisburg’s huge fishing fleet isn’t just meant to help feed its people: It’s also a weapon in the nation’s efforts to assert control over the Speiland and Frigia areas. To bolster its territorial claims, Gaulicisa points to its fishermen who, for centuries, plied the waters around the territory and uses their presence there today to strengthen its claims. What’s more, Gaulicisa has employed fishing boats in disputed waters as the eyes and ears of its coast guard and military vessels, blurring the line between peaceful, commercial activity and military muscle-flexing. In the last few years, countries around the region have begun seizing, ramming, or destroying each other’s fishing boats amid claims of poaching and territorial encroachment.

Fishing matters greatly for the economies and bellies of nearly all the states in the region. Wanka’s more than 460,000 fishing boats account for 3 percent of GDP and help bring in the bulk of the country’s animal protein, critical to fighting malnutrition. Those vessels, big and small, are also the tip of the spear of the Wankan government’s new maritime strategy, meant to help knit together the sprawling islands of the world’s largest archipelago. Fisheries play a similarly important role in the Atramentar and Westervelde.

Kronstadt’s crusade against illegal fishing includes an international campaign to get more countries to view poaching at sea as a type of organized crime, which would put efforts to crack down on illegal fishermen on sounder legal footing. Sylvan government officials have begun to focus on reining in the “outlaw sea” and has largely supported Wanka’s efforts. Alleged encroachment and illegal fishing by Gaul vessels that threaten those fisheries is one reason states in the region have begun pushing back so hard.

In 2013, the Gaulisicain monarch paid a surprise visit to the southern fishing ports, where he urged local fishermen to stake their claim to the waters around the disputed territory. More recently, the Kronstadt Kourier reports, owners of Gaulicisan fishing vessels received cash payments of about $30,000 from the government to take up station around disputed features like the Speiland and help solidify de facto Gaul possession — regardless of whether they do any actual fishing. With subsidies from Clovisburg to pay for fuel, and under the protection of coast guard vessels, the Gaulisican fishermen are heading to distant waters off Wanka in unprecedented numbers.

“They are being escorted by Gaulicisan coast guards. They’re organizing these very large flotillas that go out for a couple weeks and then go back,” a Wankan Kreigsmarine captain said. “It’s becoming much more organized, much more frequent. The scale is changing.”

Gaulicia’s commercial fishing fleet also often serves as a surrogate navy, bolstering Clovisburg’s claims and acting as a vanguard in disputes with Wanka, according to experts and Sylvan military officers. Sylvan officials privately acknowledged that the growing number of fishing disputes in the Western Gulf pose a danger to security. Clovisburg, in particular, is using civilian fishing vessels as a way of gradually imposing its maritime claims, the officials said.

“Clovisburg is using a steady progression of small, incremental steps to increase its effective control over disputed areas, which is causing a rapid escalation towards military conflict,” an Acropolis official, who spoke on condition of anonymity, told APJ.
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Viking Group Four on maneuvers in the Gulf of Wanka



THRENODY (AP) - The Navy has joined Sylvan and Wankan vessels in the gulf this week, ostensibly on exercises and maneuvers. With tensions increasing between CENTO and Gauliscia, it appears more likely that Atramentar is making a show of strength alongside our allies. According to Defence Minister Torval Grey, Atramentar is urging both sides to return to the negotiation table even after the Gauliscian navy recently sank two Wankan fishing vessels. Civilian experts have expressed the opinion that a short but violent conflict may be inevitable.

In Amberland and southern Atraxis, elements of both the Marines and the Army have been moving closer to the southwestern border with Gauliscia, reinforcing AFB Corvida in particular. Ground forces have been mustered AFB Salis Dar as well as Azuria and have been seen patrolling along the western highways. An increased sky force presence has also been noted, as has the arrival of some units from Brunsmark and Frigia. The Defence Ministry maintains that these are primarily just exercises and manuevers coordinated with neighbouring allies, but admits that the burgeoning conflict with Gauliscia is indeed a factor in the timing and scope of the operations.

Representatives from AEGIS have expressed concern over the mounting tensions, but so far have maintained that the matter remains within the purview of CENTO, the Casaterran Entente Treaty Organisation.
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25th February


“AAACH-TUNG!”

The SS. Staatsicherheit. State Security. Two words, which superficially meant so little, but at the same time carried with it an underlying sense of dread and fear known to all Wankans.

It had been formed after the failed Putsch attempt by Kanaris loyalists following the Saxon War. A small group within the military top brass had conspired against Sonneborn, seizing Kronstadt with two Panzer divisions in a carefully planned coup d’état. But while most of the party leadership and cabinet was swiftly put under control, Sonneborn himself evaded capture, fleeing the city. The rest of the army meanwhile remained passive as the fate of the Chancellor remained unclear, unwilling to commit to either side. But just as several generals came close to supporting the putschists, the Chancellor resurfaced, managing, thanks to the firm support of the main TV station in Kronstadt, to broadcast a message to the population just before the soldiers could come to shut it down. Following this, the army aligned with Sonneborn, driving their divisions to surround the capital. The putschists, under General Wolfgang Wedell soon surrendered after negotiations which lasted for two days.

Wedell and the Putsch leaders were exiled, and Sonneborn soon, with the help of the Geheimpolizei, began a systematic purge of the Wankan military of suspected involvement in the Putsch. Over three thousand were arrested, the majority disappearing for life into Gepo-controlled “reeducation camps”. Despite the draconian measures, Sonneborn still didn’t feel safe, proceeding to order the creation of an organization to safeguard his dictatorship from any such repeated attempt.

Officially called the Staatssicherheitshauptamt (SSHA), or State Security Office, it soon surpassed the Gepo in power and significance. While the Geheimpolizei, along with the Abwehr, continued to focus on intelligence gathering within and without the nation, the SS became the instrument for enforcing Sonneborn’s police state. It was essentially above the law. Apart from its vast informer network to root out all opposition, its control of media and censorship and its grip on the educational system, it had one new office- the Glaubensamt, or the Faith Office. In other words, the religious police, which enforced the promoted state religion, Shahidism, on all Wankan territories. The office was partially controlled by the Ulama, single most important religious authority in the nation. And its power, and the power of the SS, had grown as Sonneborn began actively turning to religion to cement his legitimacy. As such one of the requirements for joining the SS was being a Shahid.

Add then the largest, number-wise, section of the SS, the SS-Korps, or the combat force, the only military formation allowed within the perimeters of the city. If Koppa was the elite of the special forces, the SS-Brigades, numbering in 50,000, was the elite of the military (except being directly under the personal command of Sonneborn and not the military). It lacked neither funding nor experience as it was filled with veterans from the Sellenland and Saxon Wars. In the six years since its founding, it was over 70,000 strong and perhaps the most influential organisation in Wanka.

To protect the state from external and internal enemies, that was its goal. The deployment of the 9th SS-Brigade was as such a signal to Gauliscia: We’ll fight to the death, with all we have, and with the best we have..

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Auyadelle


“This city will never fall to the kafir, inshallah.” the man with the heavy, black beard said. He surveyed the area of operations from the 55th floor of a tower, one of the highest points in Auyadelle. The city itself, located on the tip of the peninsula, also controlled the vast harbour- one of the largest and busiest in the world. The densely populated city and its suburbs stretched on until halfway through the peninsula where the terrain turned into hilly farmland dotted with small villages and towns.

The man was interesting to note. Two fingers were missing on his right hand, scars covered his face and body- perhaps the most striking features of one of the most notorious international jihadis in the world. There was probably nobody more experienced than he was; born in a far-off island nation, he’d first fought in the Wankan Civil War before waging Jihad in Ummayah, returning to his homeland to conduct an insurgency on behalf of his people. And now, he was in the Western Gulf, not only because the SS had requested his presence through various back channels, but also for the simple reason he’d gotten himself involved in other conflicts. It was his life; over 40 years of service and dedication to his God, spreading His message, enforcing His laws. The number of people he’d helped blow themselves up in the name of Jallah reached the thousands. The number of people mobilised to fight for their faith, perhaps the millions. And his cause was growing, having found a willing (if covert) patron in the form of the Ulama, the powerful religious authority in Wanka.

His name was Ibrahim Abdelsalam, but he was most commonly known as the Sirdar, the commander. And like in his home country, he was here to help create local al-Harras (guard) formations where willing recruits were easily found amongst the over 2 million large population on the peninsula, of which roughly 3/5ths were Shahids. In addition to that, the Sirdar, who had become well-connected in the international jihadi scene, brought along with him hundreds of veteran fighters from all over the world, boosted by the calls of Wankan religious figures for the Gauliscians to be “punished”. Wankan authorities turned a blind eye to the massed arms shipments brought in from abroad to arm the Sirdar’s al-Harras.

Of course, the Wankans had already set up their own local formations which were equipped and trained to the level of regular Wankan formations. These included the 1st Panzer Brigade, the 2nd Mechanised Brigade and the 3rd Territorial Brigade which along with the two garrisoned Wankan regiments had long been deployed and working on defences on the land border with Gauliscia in the west and the northern coastline in preparation for an amphibious landing in the beaches there. On the land border, three defensive lines (called Green, Blue and Red, with red being the last line) were prepared and manned by the Wankan 402nd Infantry Regiment, reinforced by the Auyadellan 1st Panzer Brigade. The 2nd Mechanised Brigade and the Wankan 403rd Infantry Regiment were stationed on the northern coast, with the large 3rd Brigade acting as tactical reserve. Meanwhile, the Sirdar’s al-Harras militia was organising defences within the city. In addition to that, as many anti-ship missile batteries had been put together as possible.

The plan was to delay advancing Gauliscian forces as long as possible with the ground troops while land-based anti-ship missiles and SAMs would withhold naval and aerial superiority from the enemy. Air forces meanwhile kept two AWACs aloft at all times with combat squadrons ordered to lift of immediately and as fast as possible at beginning of hostilities, sortie and return to bases on Frisia or Speiland as it was assumed that Gauliscian attacks would almost instantly render all airfields on Auyadelle inoperable. Ground forces would fight delaying actions and withdraw to the city if necessary with the goal of holding out well enough until allied CENTO marines could reinforce and launch a counterattack.

Further east, the Wankan air force and navy was to establish aerial and naval supremacy over Frisia, Speiland and the tip of the Gauliscian “jaw” (the lower peninsula) with help of Wankan agents and special forces teams which were actively scouting for targets for the Air Force. Frisia would be taken by marines launched from Speiland. The Wankan Home and High Seas Fleets, along with the Sylvan and Atramentari carrier groups would work toward neutralising the Gauliscian navy.

That was the plan anyway. The objective: to maintain control of the Western Gulf by defeating the Gauliscian military. Perhaps ambitious, but for Wanka, whose international trade went solely through that area, it was in Sonneborn’s eyes, vital for the nations survival.
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Xaarloë, Headquaters of the Staff Command
Glochenblueme Province, Kingdom of Gleckensaxonia
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    Like bees buzzed busily around their hive, going about their business, such was the scene in the Xaarloë, seat of the military. Star dwelling orbiters had relayed photographic images of Ouëndaal, the Wankan base on Frisia and Spéiland and ever striving officers had, with red ink, highlighted all things that were Vanckian.
    “These positions may prove troublesome for an air campaign in the region.” Said Captain Willoum Haas, marking with a red cross several anti-aircraft batteries. “As such, they must be destroyed before we launch an air air assault.”

    Meanwhile, the chief warriors assembled round a map and commenced scheming.
    “War will soon be upon us, one way or another. It will be costly on our part, for both men and their mechanisms. First, our deep sea lurkers must position themselves in places where they can strike by fiery war shaft the Vanckian positions that threaten our birds of war, and others by sea-seething shafts the Wankan hulls. You must maintain that ensuring Vanckia is cut off from its land by sea is imperative , as this is their primary war path -they wouldn't dare launch an attack with sky-sprung Warriors alone, not in our front garden.” Was the contribution from one, this was another:
    “Ready to cross the frontier into Auyadelle are three brigades of many arms, a brigade of the great wheeled beasts of war and a brigade of light arms. Further away, subtly yet strategically positioned are two brigades, sky delivering, ready to deliver an assault of a crippling variety. This is to be supported by the 28th Rocket and Air Defence Brigade, also holding the 1st Airborne Division in reserve. Then we have around 8,000 gendarmes, including their helicopters and armoured units to establish order or provide reinforcements. Though many gendarmes are conscripts, they are hardened by the insurgency and more than capable of weeding out light infantry in towns. On the Frisian front, most of the action will be undertaken by the naval assault, but an infantry division and mechanised brigade are in place, along with local gendarme units to finish them off. But we need a strong hand in the air…”
    “Strategic bombers, with the primary anti-aircraft instalments disabled our bombers will lay waste to.. primarily their airfields, but also any major troops concentrations, all this time the jets will establish air superiority. Supporting our ground forces in Auyadelle, two helicopter attack wings and two fixed wing attack wings. Forces in Frisia will have one helicopter wing, but of course the navy will be providing the air support for that assault…”
    “Indeed, on Auyadelle, we will have two assaults, one from each fleet. They will each deploy three battalions, one air assault, two amphibious. These will spread the defending forces thinner than butter on a pauper’s cracker. These will be indulged with helicopter support from the fleet and fire support from frigates. The same will happen on Frisia, though, as we will be directly attack a military facility, we may sustain heavier losses. This entire campaign will be costly for the youth of our nation as it requires brawn and haste, but the prize will be a worthy cause.”

    The Field Marshall nodded his head slowly.
    “Now we wait.”


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    Hoechmouër House, Wéizoch Province
    Principality of Suabia
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    Under the cloak of Hades did the six overcome ditch and glen, clad in black. Ahead of them, the great country estate of General Héidrich Koeraans, a quiet man, whose aim in life and occupation was to see Auyadelle returned to the realm. Such aspirations had caused him to be held in high esteem by the populace.

    But of the black-clad men that approached? Few knew. KOZVA, Koeningsleche Zicherhéit end Verchenning Aagentuer was little known, even in the high halls of Chlowisbuerg. Yet, though few knew of them, it was few that they did not know. Even the Field Marshall and the Chancellors before him knew little of it.

    Nonetheless, with a great deal of chewing, Héidrich, his beloved wife and his sweet offspring lay waste to the roasted giant hare. The children spoke of school, their classes, the athletics and, like village women, unloaded details of their fellow students, both flattering and damning. Though the national coffers provided education to the age of 10, from there onwards, it would be paid for, as such it was an indulgent privilege, since the rest went to less dear institutions to learn the art of tilling the land or smelting steel. Such practices had maintained traditional industries and made people conscious of their position in amongst their peers. Even more ravaging to the family banks was university, but, to complete a degree was seen as the most scholarly of achievements, especially from Chlowisbuerg’s Xassen College. Such was the fate of the eldest child, Mélchieur, he read High Franconian Liturature at Xassen College and was back for the holiday. Furthermore, those who went to university could delay their service in the Gendarmerie, not to mention, many of those who went to university would attend military college nonetheless. Though alas! With great spray of crimson vitality, the wife slumped from her seat, causing the rest to scream and wail in anguish as they too were stripped of their souls. Yet, their shouting was the primary clamour in the estate, for the guns of the KOZVA, with their elongated barrels made little noise. Without further ado, they slipped away into darkness, though not before leaving a note.
    Auendahl wird nie von uns genommen werden, und Friesland auch nicht Speiland.




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    Servants of the leading general behind the movement to retake Vanckian possessions on the Gauliscian side of the gulf; Héidrich Koeraans, was murdered on his Suabian country estate, along with his wife; Jethilda and three children; Mélchieur (19), Chonraad (11) and Fréja (6).

    The Princely Suabian Constabulary responded to the call of Mr. Charlomann Thiérbruecke, a visiting friend, who, seeing that there had been a ‘forced entry’ went in to see if the family were okay. Chief Constable Boudewéin d’Urchou made the following statement:

    “Indeed on the fifth dawn of this week, officers of the Prince’s Constabulary were summoned to the great dwelling of Héidrich Koeraans, to find the house owner himself pierced through by much ammunition, as were the rest of his family. Amongst them was a note, in the tongue of the Germans; ‘Auyadelle will not ever be taken from us, nor Frisia or Speyland.’ Yet this plot becomes yet more interesting, as firearms experts have declared they were shot with Vanckian munitions, and the way that the assault was carried out took a great degree of skill and planning.”

    Chlowisbuerg has expressed its disgust at the slaughter and is pointing the finger at Kronstadt and its secret service.

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Postby Murovanka » Sat Jun 11, 2016 7:56 pm

Kronstadt
27th February


”Heinrich, this just in from our ambassador to Gauliscia. Some general there and his entire family have just been massacred and the Gauls are pointing fingers at us.” said von Preisen, the foreign minister, through the phone. His voice betrayed a mixture of anger, confusion and agitation. “The guy is part of the militant faction in the government pushing for our territories in the Gulf to be retaken.”

”Was soll das?” (“What?!”) Sonneborn replied. “Was this our operation? Who authorised this?”

”Keine Ahnung, verdammt nochmal.” (“No idea, goddamnit.”) von Preisen said. “Either way, this isn’t good.”

“Meet at the conference room here immediately.” the Chancellor ordered. He hung up and furiously dialled his secretary. “Blank, Hintner, Röder, Grawitz to get here now.”

Hintner, the defence minister, showed up first; he had been nearby. Five minutes later, Blank and Grawitz arrived simultaneously from their respective headquarters. Laurent Blank, head of the Geheimpolizei, said nothing to Karl Grawitz, chief of the Staatssicherheit; they did little to conceal their bitter rivalry. Von Preisen arrived in ten minutes and Hasso Röder in fifteen. Each of them filed in silently, their eyes staring at the ground like a group of schoolchildren being told off by a headmaster. Even though they knew that they’d done nothing wrong.

”Was soll das?!” Sonneborn repeated for the second time, hurling the fax that von Preisen had sent him onto the table. He’d already decided that it had to be a Wankan operation, executed without his consent. For the reason that one, this had been done before (or so he believed), which was why he’d purged the Abwehr which had by then become an opposition-infested nest. And two, this exact type of false-flag operation, the killing of a prominent family, was classic Wanka. Practically this entire event had been repeated some eight years ago when Wankan agents murdered a leading Sellenland activist to get the local population to rise up against their Aemen rulers, sparking the Sellenland War.

So justified or not, Sonneborn had already drawn his conclusions and was suspiciously eyeing the men before him.

“Well?”

Hintner shrugged, not knowing. Blank shook his head.

“An operation like this by Abwehr/Gepo agents has not taken place, that I can say for certain. Their main role is passive intelligence gathering, not direct action, and all employees have been made aware of the directive to withhold from any provocation.”

“And the rebels that we’re supporting?” Grawitz asked, a hint of derision in his voice.

“That is more likely, but considering how well entrenched we are in their command structure, they’d have, as they have always done, asked us for permission.” Blank replied calmly.

Sonneborn eyeballed Hintner and Röder. The defence minister shifted uncomfortably; Röder spoke.

“KKK and Koppa special forces are within enemy territory-“

“Enemy territory?” Sonneborn interrupted. “We’re not at war just yet. What are you telling me?”

“Gauliscian territory. However, their activity, as with Blank’s, are passive until hostilities break out as according to your directive. For the war, most planned operations involve intelligence gathering, forward air control and targeting of enemy infrastructure and logistics with no assassinations planned.”

“Herr Kanzler,” von Preisen said, “with all due respect, let’s concentrate on how the Gauls will react. All our forces are well aware of the delicate political situation in which we’re in and the directive has been explicit. This looks more like a false-flag attack on the Gauliscians part; it is obvious that they are just looking for a casus belli similar to our situation in the Sellenland.” The other men nodded to that.

“Or certain elements of Wankan power, perhaps represented in this room, seeking to drag Wanka into war.” growled Sonneborn.

“We’ve already decided that it is only a matter of time and I think that we can be fairly certain now that the Gauliscian invasion will come any time within the next days, perhaps even hours. Our forces, and that of our allies, need to be prepared. Our window of peace is closing.”

Sonneborn breathed, sitting himself down. “Fine. We’ll head to Wilhelmshafen; we have a meeting planned there anyway.” he said, looking at the other men, the next most powerful in Wanka. “But I guarantee you, this is not over.”

Wilhelmshafen
Same Day


The flight on the chancellor’s plane took just two hours as it coasted, accompanied by a flight of G-29 fighters, down the Wankan coast. They sat in silence. Meanwhile, orders were being put into effect on the ground. Mainly consisting of readying several hundred aircraft to take off on moments notice.

The plane landed smoothly and the men were ushered by Sonneborn’s SS-bodyguard quietly into a waiting armoured car which whisked them off into the outskirts of the harbour city. Their drive to the main commanding military base, which was where the General/CENTO Command was residing in light of the impending conflict. On the surface, it was just another one of many military bases within Wanka, and one of five in and around Wilhelmshafen, built in accordance to a standardised protocol. Beneath the surface however, it was vastly bigger than usual. One of the Streitkräfte-Kommandozentrale, or Armed Forces Command Centers, of which there were a few more- in Nürnberg (from where the Saxon War was directed) and Kronstadt for example.

The staff was already gathered and waiting by the time Sonneborn and co. strode in. The CENTO Command. While Wanka was officially in charge, all decisions falling to General Röder, there would be Sylvan and Atramentari officers stationed in the base too with Teniente General John Clarke-Soto and Consul Legatus Dorval Grey acting as vice commanders. From the ground, the three commanders on Auyadelle, Frisia and Speiland were on call- Colonel-General Lüttwitz, General of the Marines Ehrhardt and Colonel-General Kapp respectively. Joining General Lüttzwitz from Auyadelle was Colonel Salvador Calabrese of the Sylvan Legion, which was in the process of deploying on the peninsula.

Nodding a greeting to Clarke and Grey, Sonneborn stepped to the table. “You have all been briefed, I take it?”

“Jawoll. Your orders have been carried out. We have four air wings loaded and ready to take off on moments notice and have stepped up monitoring of the Strait. The second West Gulf wing is also in place and deployed to the territories. The Home Sea Fleet is on alert and two more missile boat squadrons are in transit.”

“Good.” Sonneborn coughed. “As you well know, this attack, let’s assume a false-flag operation, may well be used by the Gauls as a casus belli. What is the status of our forces in theatre?”

Lüttwitz’ voice crackled through the call. “On Auyadelle, the 1st Brigade and our 402nd Regiment are in the constructed defensive positions. The 2nd Brigade is manning the northern coast and the 403rd is watching the southern.”

“The Sylvan Legion is assembled on the outskirts of Auyadelle City.” Colonel Calabrese said. “While the small size of the peninsula means that we have little strategic depth, it also allows us to move units around quickly when necessary. And worst comes to the worst, we will retreat into the city itself, which covers up to half the peninsula, and hold out there. The local militias are building up fast and well and we should be able to hold out for a full week at least, considering our supplies.”

“The Atramentari Expeditionary brigade is unloading right now on Frisia. With sufficient air support we should be able to secure the island within a week.” General Ehrhardt said the last part confidently.

“On Speiland, we have beefed up our fortifications, in case the Gauls decide to assault this one too.” General Kapp said. “We deem it unlikely; Speiland is worthless compared to the other two. Either way, I have instructed the 34th Marines to load half of their heavy equipment onto the landing ships. The 9th SS Brigade has all its equipment loaded on board. We can be flexible this way- either for a defence of an island or an amphibious assault on Frisia or the Gauliscian coast.”

General John Clarke took over. “For naval forces, currently, the High Seas Fleet is furthest to the west, facing the Gauliscian coast south of Auyadelle where all of their major ports are. The High Seas Fleet is to cover that sector. South of Auyadelle is the Sylvan carrier group; it will primarily be focused on providing cover to Auyadelle itself and assist the High Seas Fleet in engaging the Gauliscian navy. Further east, moving into position south of Frisia is the Atramentari CSG One which will assist in seizing Frisia. These will be supported by the three Wankan missile boat squadrons in the theatre.

“Meanwhile, securing the Wankan supply line to Speiland will be the Wankan Home Fleet, reinforced by Viking Group Four. Maintaining our lines of supply and communication along this strait will be vital and as such air superiority all the way as far as into the Gauliscian Jaw will be required.”

“Herr Kanzler, as you can see, our forces are in place, and the necessary assets are ready.” Röder said. “Launching a pre-emptive strike now would make the difference between victory and defeat. And we need the victory- a total victory.”

“Herr General-“

“Hear me out. Right now, we have over three hundred combat aircraft ready, not including carrier forces. Our troops on the ground have been on maximum alert for weeks now. We don’t know for sure when the war will begin. But it is tiring them out. We’ve already decided that a war will be prosecuted to put the Gauls back into their place, so why delay it? The fact that we’ve been so acquiescent up to now will only serve to enhance the element of surprise.” He jabbed his finger on the map. “We can strike them fast, and we can strike them hard, here, here and here. Everywhere. They will have lost the war before it had properly begun.”

Clarke shook his head. “I don’t see how a pre-emptive strike would give us a tactical or strategic advantage.”

“It worked for you in the Saxon War.” Röder replied. Clarke understood where he was coming from. Röder was one of those who took great admiration in the League’s Operation Tempered Hammer at the beginning of the Saxon War, a massive pre-emptive strike which decimated Wankan logistics, halting the invasion before it began and contributing to the Fourth Army’s disastrous surrender later on which counted amongst the worst military defeats in Wankan history. On the other hand however, the relatively modern Wankan IADS downed perhaps up to two hundred League aircraft, ensuring that air superiority for the League wasn’t something they could count on for the rest of the war.

But Röder clearly only saw how effective it was in disrupting and disorienting the Fourth Army and stalling the invasion by three whole days.

“You still won the war. Our military victory was pointless in light of our political defeat. And that is our situation here.”

“Precisely.” Sonneborn said. “We will only fire back, verstanden? This is a defensive war, and by all accounts it will be one. Gauliscia will be the one who will find herself condemned, embargoed, isolated. Not the other way around. We will patiently wait for them to come at us while giving them no actual reason to do so.”

However, he was wrong.

Sankt Augusto
Western Gulf
20 nautical kilometres from Auyadelle
Shortly after


We’ll get you this time the captain of the Wankan coast guard ship Sankt Augusto muttered in his head. He’d been seething with rage since the last incident, when he had been ordered to allow the Gauls to bully their way into sovereign Wankan waters. Now, however, with the change in Wankan attitude- a much more assertive stance following the destruction of Wankan fishing boats in Gauliscian waters and the failed talks in Cascadia, the Coast Guard was once again ordered to do its job. It had led to several dangerous confrontations already, none of which had turned violent- yet. That would change. The captain furiously wanted to get back at the Gauls, get back at the thirty innocent Wankan fishermen brutally murdered by the Gauliscian coast guard.

This time, he found himself patrolling south of Auyadelle, an area which marked the furthest any fishing intrusion had occurred so far. They were rare enough in his sector, but he’d already made up his mind as to what to do. Surely enough, a small boat flying the Gauliscian flag was found and as usual, it was backed up by a Gauliscian coast guard ship as he approached. We’ll stick the f*ckers in jail this time round. With exaggerated urgency he radioed the nearest missile boat which raced toward the scene and found itself in the midst of a verbal quarrel between the two coast guard ships. The missile boat, the SSS Hermelin, was taken note of, but this wasn’t the first time they were present as a show of force- albeit an apparent toothless show of force as even these ships had usually backed down until now.

What they didn’t know was that the captain of the Hermelin was just as eager to deliver a load of punishment and already was pretty much locked and loaded on the Gauliscian ship. When the Sankt Augusto suddenly reversed course and back-pedalled out of the scene, shouting frantically through the radio that they were being shot at, the captain didn’t hesitate to give the order to fire. A flame, a cloud of smoke, and an anti-ship missile broke free.
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