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Monarchist Revolution of 2016 (IC Closed)

A staging-point for declarations of war and other major diplomatic events. [In character]
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Monarchist Revolution of 2016 (IC Closed)

Postby Vransvar » Wed May 25, 2016 4:25 pm

OOC: https://forum.nationstates.net/viewtopic.php?f=5&t=379280&p=28846430#p28846430

Vransvar was a nation that was being racked by political turmoil. The senate was dissolved many hundreds of years ago but unofficial political parties have existed for ages. Most were complete flops given a few weeks or even days. One though had held its grasp on the people for many years at this point. It was founded by a man proposing drastic change to the current government who went by the name of Vukan Karpov. Vukans party was known as the "Liberal-Monarchist Faction" and grew among the enlightened thinkers of the region. He proposed a new government take the place of the Confederacy that had in recent years failed to serve the people. A monarchy dived into two sections. The Lord of Vransvar and the Noble Counsel. He proposed that the Noble Counsel would work like the senate of old along with handling judicial issues. Proposing laws and handling legislative manners of government. Meanwhile the Lord of Vransvar would tend to the administrative and executive powers of the government. Along with all of these promises he claimed he would attempt to institute progressive reforms. He soon gained a following from the minorities within the nation that had long been under represented in the Vransvar government as a whole. This ranged from ethnic, sexual, and religious minorities. People on the left flocked to this speaker.

When news of this reached the Director of Vransvar he began to institute a crackdown on Liberal-Monarchist meetings and gatherings. The violence began to escalate and reached its peak when the author of "The Fiefdom of Vransvar", Vojmir Brodsky, was executed on live television to show what would occur to those hoping to change the nation. The Confederacy of old was dead and gone. The Director they had elected for a hope of a better life had betrayed the people in every way. Riots began to spring up. Police began to use lethal force in response. This only drove the Liberal-Monarchist Faction to push harder against the central government.

A flag began to be sighted at meetings and protests by this faction. A flag that used colors spoken of in ancient poetry of the people of Vransvar.
Orange for the flame that keeps them alive.
Grey for the ash it produces.
White for the snow that blankets the nation.
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Soon people far from the capitol city of Vuhleslav who felt the most abandoned decided to take action. It started as quite whispers on the far east and coastal regions of the nation. A exchange of notes. Weeks of planning. When their plans came to fruition it started like a strike of lightening. Government buildings were sacked. Trains were stopped and looted to assist the cause. Police and military units became targets for pot shots in the open roads. Confederacy flags were torn down and replaced with the banners of the Liberal-Monarchist Faction. "The Fiefdom will live!" was spray painted on the corpse of the local governor. The coast and the eastern section of the nation were in complete and total rebellion. The Confederacy attempted to keep news from getting out about the conflict. By the time it did the conflict had already burst into a total war. The rebellion regions had unified and gave themselves a name and a flag based off of the men that lead them. The Fiefdom of Vransvar was formed with its capitol city of Bohovan. Their first Lord of Vransvar was elected by the Noble Counsel formed from the rebel leaders of the region. It was obvious who the first candidate would be. Vukan Karpov.

Vulkan did something that would help the war effort considerably. He made a simple announcement on international television. A plea for help. For assistance. Hoping someone out their would assist their effort.

Omelnitskiy Larion, The Director, would never give into something such as begging for help. If assistance came it came for him.

Now the nation was split. A war had begun. Lines would be drawn and people would die. It was obvious neither side would give up their war effort until the other side was completely destroyed.

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A height map of Vranvar. Light green being the lowest land mark with white being the highest. For climate please check the factbook.
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To: Omelnitskiy Larion, The Director of The Confederacy of Vransvar
From: His Majesty, King Alexander III
Subject: Declaration of Alliance
Date: Thursday May 26th, A.D 2016




Dear Director Larion,

Basphere heeds and acknowledges the ply from a fellow nation against the parasites of reformity. We wish to reach out an olive branch, to light a path through the woods together. For, it is said in ancient Baspherian texts that every shade of black comes around two shades of white. Let us allow the tearing down of trade barriers and form a military alliance to remain fixed until the removal of the threat know as The Liberal-Monarchist Faction agreed on by both ends, my nation and your nation.

The emergency meeting summoned has also concluded that military action is visible and passed by The House of Deciders within Basphere. As such, I have commissioned Field Marshal Leon Paul, Duke of Norton, with the task at hand. He is very well experienced in combat and knows what he is doing, being one of my closest and loyal men.

Allow our sufficient and supplied force both to unlimited stay into Vransvar and a suitable airfield to land our heavy strategic transport planes. As I assume you will accept this, I will hand over to the representative of Basphere, Colonel Fierce Hedgerow, once the army is landed safely and soundly. He will replace the Baspherian ambassador already in the besieged capital and in terms of diplomacy, you are talking directly to me through him. The planes will return with the 5,000 Baspherian citizens in Vransvar and the embassy staff.

Let us cleanse the earth of reformity together.

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Postby Fratanica » Thu May 26, 2016 3:57 pm

AFB Beckword, 170 km east of San Guarato, Fratanica, 0400 Hours

A task force of 250 commandos from the Fratanican Army Special Forces and the Marine Corps Ranger Operations Regiment, wearing Fratanican ceramic vests, weapon kits of various sights and attachments, medical kits consisting various tools, and breaching tools boarded 2 C-130 Hercules transport planes. Each man carried different equipment which was modified for the personal needs of the operator. M17 modular light machine guns with camoflauge paint, AR Scorpions with grips and lasers, BL-553 marksman rifles with special scopes designed for farther distances, and MARS-3 bullpup rifles with DPOT red dot scopes were the various firearms carried for their task. Some carried medical kits with dressings, tourniquets, bandages, and various other tools needed for any medical emergency. Others carried breaching tools such as lockpicks, prying tools, and other military purpose breaching tools. All carried the standard grenades, magazines, and night-vision goggles needed. They also had parachutes on each of their backs for the HALO jump. Cargo, filled with firearms of different quality, was also readied for launch. They were going to the Monarchist rebels to serve an advisory and training role. As the operators were checking their weapons and tools for any defects or dirt, 30 extra men wearing gloves, weapon kits consisting of modified SMGs, parachutes, and a ceramic vest boarded the 2 aircraft.

"Who the fuck are you guys?" one of the operators asked.

"Your god damn buddy and pal for the next few weeks." one of the men sitting in front of the operator had replied.

The operators and paramilitary forces prepared themselves for a HALO jump, to make a silent insertion into the Monarchist territory. They were then going to meet at several rendezvous points at the makeshift bases used by the rebels. The radio control tower had confirmed that the plane was authorized to fly. The C-130 pilots pushed the throttle and pulled back on their controls, allowing the planes to take off. The navigator was assisting the pilots with the new navigation software installed into the electronic systems. As soon as they reached their coordinates, the ramp was lowered to display a nightly sky.

"T-5 minutes until arrival! Make sure you're damn well prepared for the insertion!" the commanding officers stated.

The intercom counted from 10 seconds until 0. Parachutes were checked by the operator behind them, looking to see if it was ready and operational for the jump ahead of them.

"0! Go! Go! Go!"

The order was given and the operators jumped out into the night, cool skies above Vransvar, along with the equipment they were ordered to bring for the rebels.
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Postby New Edom » Thu May 26, 2016 6:30 pm

To: Omelnitskiy Larion, The Director of The Confederacy of Vransvar
CC: His Majesty, King Alexander III of Basphere
From: King Elijah IV of the Allied States of New Edom
Subject: Restoring Order
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Dear Director and Your Majesty,

The government of the Allied States of New Edom shares concerns over chaos and civil war. As a nation which survived a nearly decade long civil war itself, our country could only have survived and become whole again through foreign assistance of nations which were helpful but also gave our country the chance to improve its opportunities and economy.

We would like to do this for your country as well, through our economic connections with a number of nations which could assist in improving any development or other economic issues your nation may have. However in order for this to be fruitful, your government must survive. Director, we would like to partner with Basphere in supporting your nation's security needs.

At this time due to our own large security committments we cannot perhaps offer so large a force as other nations might, but we would be glad to work directly with Basphere in supporting your government, and could provide perhaps an amphibious surface squadon along with an expeditionary force of ground and air units. Whiel this might seem a small contingent, I assure you our forces are highly professional, highly experienced and very well led. Naturally we would also like, if you accept, some idea as to a proposed mandate, rules of engagement, and strategic and tactical goals.

I look forward to your reply.

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Postby Vransvar » Thu May 26, 2016 7:04 pm

From the desk of the Director
King Alexander III,
This is a interesting proposition you are proposing here. One I am inclined to accept fully. These reformist are threatening the very grounds that Vransvar has stood for. Ages has the government acted as such without a single cry of discomfort. These are simply snakes in the grass. I look forward to your troops boots on the ground. This Duke you speak of seems like a able man. With this I doubt this pitiful rebellion will last over a week.


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King Elijah IV,
You are given permission to assist in this conflict. The troops you send here will be welcome with open arms. These rebels are unorganized beasts with no regard for human life and I see that we treat them in a similar manor. My troops will take no prisoners and a direct assault before they have a chance to bolster their defense would be the best to destroy this incursion.


Monarchist Rebel Base Near The Fratanican Insertion Point

The rebel base was a mess. There was a single transport helicopter for the four hundred people bustling around the complex. Men and women sprinted around in the chaos as drills were ran and plans were received via radio. Most of the people here were simple civilians that had packed up from home. Simple clothes to deal with the weather took the place of actual military apparel. Scarfs. Jackets. Coats. They looked more like a casual gun club than a organized militia. Most at least were armed with a hunting rifle or some form of semi automatic handgun. Those that had access to military grade weapons were to be deployed behind those without in order to preserve the men trained with said weaponry. A old artillery piece sat pointed vaguely to the enemy border. Ready for anything. These men could put up a fight if push came to shove. Though they didn't look like much of anything these were dedicated men to the cause. Each of them have devoted themselves fully and volunteered to serve in the Royal Forces.
The monarchist banners flapped in the snow drift caused by the wind. There had been heavy snow in the past week and little sun to help melt it away. Odds are this snowfall would remain till the winter and into the next summer. This had its advantages and disadvantages. Advances would be hell for any army but defending a position would be quite easy. This hardly helped the rebels though. In order to succeed in their goals they had to free the whole nation. That meant a advance against the Confederacy.

Confederate Base. Fifty miles from the border.

Compared to the rebel camp it was night and day. Clean pressed uniformed officers barked orders off to the men marching into the several transport helicopters stationed at the base. Fully automatic rifles sat in nearly every mans hand and those who didn't have that were holding onto another specialty weapon. The Director was not going to wait for his allied reinforcements. He wished to prove a point he knew he could prove. Within the hour a strike force of one hundred trained Confederate soldiers would be sent across the border and strike a rebel base. They would arrive with a rain of gunfire and grenades. No diplomacy. Not a single life would be spared. Those were the orders given by the Director who decided to act as military Commander for this front. The quicker they could strike, he thought, the quicker they could demoralize the rebels. The helicopter had to be used as transport for the simple reason that traveling on foot or via a land vehicle was near impossible on the snowy plains of Vransvar. A quick strike from the air would always be the best move within the nation or making the conflict move into urban combat.
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Postby Wiepolskie » Thu May 26, 2016 7:38 pm

To: Lord Vulkan Karpov
From: President Wladyslaw Piludski
Subject: Liberation!
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Dear Lord Karpov,

Your insurrectionist movement against the tyrannical Confederate government of your homeland has been noted and we have decided to support you in your heroic effort. We have pledged to help the defenders of liberty and justice, in any shape or form, and it is with this judgement that I and Parliament have approved a task force of seven thousand (7,000) soldiers, along with additional armored vehicles and air support, to assist you in your struggles. Please do not mistake us for an occupational force. We are not here to invade, we are here to assist.

Thank you for your time, and I await your response.

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Postby Kalovicha » Thu May 26, 2016 7:46 pm

Heading Towards The Confederacy

Multiple soldiers rode on various means of transporation to reach the Confederacy airfields. The planes smelled foul, almost to the degree of which repulsed soldiers. However, while they were not trained well, their loyalty for their leader was high. A total of 45,000 under-trained, low-paid soldiers set foot on helping the Confederacy in beating back these Republic rebels. They were equipped with low-tech assault rifles produced in the 1940s and hand grenades simliar to the Chinese stick grenade. At 8:15 AM, the Federation troops landed on Confederacy soil. The terrain and area was completely unfamiliar to the troops. They noticed cleanly-cut men clad with body armor. The technology seemed to be more advanced than that of the equipment of Kalovichian troops. This large contingency of troops marched to the command center, where they were to receive further orders from their own military leadership and the Confederate plans.
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Postby Fratanica » Fri May 27, 2016 10:40 am

Monarchist Rebel Base, Vransvar

Once the Fratanicans had landed at the rendezvous point, they all detached their parachutes and buried them in the ground thoroughly to avoid a discovery. The Fratanican special operations teams moved to the nearest Monarchist rebel base. Their feet crunched through the heavy, thick snow. Looks like Vransvar hadn't gotten the sun for weeks. The wind was blowing fiercely, getting through the terrain getting more difficult as they reached their destination. The wind kept dying down and picking up. Snow was being blown into the faces of the men from the snow drift. Visibility was somewhat low due to the weather that ensued. To avoid intimidating and scaring off any civilians, the men split up and took different backroads. Rather than walking through the road, each team used the nearby wilderness and plant life to hide themselves from visibility. While they were certain that the local people would be friendly, they were not going to take any chances. Hell, even they would find it off if 280 unknown, foreign troops were patrolling their own cities. The lack of visibility posed as an advantage and a weakness, allowing the multiple teams to reach the rebel base without being detected.

The rebel base was close to the insertion point. After walking what seemed to be almost an hour, they got to the Monarchist base. It looked like a refugee camp rather than a base to most of the operators. The Fratanicans had expected more of a fighting force from the Monarchists, however, they were surprised to see a rag-tag group of rebels with outdated weaponry and limited firepower. This group of rebels carried only basic hunting rifles and semi-automatic, antiquated handguns. How the hell they were able to take the land with such limited ammunition and resources was beyond these men.

"Jesus Christ! Are you sure these guys are the rebels and not some damn refugees fleeing from their homeland?" one of the operators whispered.

"Yeah, that's them."

"How in the life of hell and above have these rebels captured territory from the Vranvarian government?"

"No clue. Probably used guerilla warfare to accomplish their task. Whoever these men are, they've been through hell and back, so I suggest you don't give shit to them."

The teams quietly approached the men, proceeding with caution as learned throughout their training courses. One of the operators tapped on the shoulder of one of the Monarchist men. They waited for a response.

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Postby Basphere » Fri May 27, 2016 11:30 am

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To: Omelnitskiy Larion, The Director of The Confederacy of Vransvar
CC: Elijah IV, Allied States of New Edom
From: His Majesty, King Alexander III
Subject: Extension of Alliance
Date: Friday May 27th, A.D 2016




Dear Director Larion and His Majesty Elijah IV,

The Alliance is in good order indeed. United with the goal of utter destruction of the slow burning rebellion, I hope we can further fall on to more common, shared ground when we discuss other major theatre and campaign targets.

Further more, I recognise the military alliance with The United States of New Edom. A new nation in our cause is always welcomed at the table as a close friend of Basphere. Let us strike down the trade and other international barriers, strength is key and at heartily positioning.

Once again, I delegate all further discussion to Colonel Fierce Hedgerow. He is a very high ranking diplomat and has assumed acting command of the Basphere diplomacy mission in Transvar. I ensure that this will be a more quickened and detailed response from him, as he is currently on site and is more aware of the national state.

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Postby Vransvar » Fri May 27, 2016 1:54 pm

From the desk of the Director
King Alexander III,
I will direct all messages to this Colonel from here on. With the three of us we should easily quench what little hope they have. I wish you the best. I would like to strike trading deals with those proud nations that have assisted Vransvar today after this insurrection dies in its boots. It would the least I could do in payment.


To:President Wladyslaw Piludski
From: Lord of Vransvar, Vulkan Karpov

Thank you for your message. It is wonderful to know there are people out there that will not let the flames of freedom die as easily as others would hope. You have full military access to the Fiefdom and your troops are welcomed to be stationed here. A broadcast will go out informing the civilians of the nation. They are sure to be glad for the assistance.


Monarchist Rebel Base

The boy that had been tapped by the Fratanican didn't even flinch at the feeling. He was quite young. Around sixteen or seventeen. Not someone that should have seen combat at all. Much less the grueling tactics used so far by the rebel forces. Guerrilla and terroristic tactics have been used to take key targets and push as far as they have. They were careful though not to hurt any civilians as they did so. As every region liberated offered a fresh supply of men that would be ready to support the cause. Much like this young boy.

He slowly slipped a carton out of his pocket and slid out a cigarette. Taking his time with covering it from the winds as he lit it and took a long extended drag before finally replying to the Fratanican.

"A snipers been trained on you since a few minutes before you entered the base. If you had tried something he would have gunned you down instantly. He radioed it in for me. We hunt in this weather, stranger. You don't think we'd be able to sight a man?"

He scoffed and took another drag before speaking again. His snarky attitude only coming from his age.

"Suppose you are the relief force we have been informed about?"

Without any confirmation he leaned in and spoke into a transponder on his coat near his breast. Calling off the sniper from aiming at the Fratanican forces.

Confederate Command Center

The men arriving from Kalovicha were greeted quickly by the Confederate troops. They Officers within the base began to run security drills as was common when any besides a Confederate force was stationed within the base. The General-Officer, the highest ranking military rank within the nation that was given to base commanders, quickly met the force and rooted through until he found the man that seemed to be the highest rank among them all. The General-Officer was an imposing man that stood tall. He seemed quite prideful just by the way he strides. His voice boomed when he spoke with a stentorian bass.

"Greetings, I am Officer-General Dmitri. I would wish to begin planning immediately for the advance against these Monarchist rebels. The Director wants a quick and simple war."
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Postby Wiepolskie » Fri May 27, 2016 2:38 pm

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o: Lord of Vransvar, Vulkan Karpov
From: President Wladyslaw Piludski
Subject: Military Affairs

Dear Most Esteemed Lord Karpov,

We acknowledge your terms of alliance, and celebrate our newly established friendship.

Our Soldiers from the First Expeditionary Brigade are mobilizing and will arrive at your Headquarters soon.

Long live Freedom! Liberty or Death!

Signed,
President Wladyslaw Piludski, 15th President of the FR Wiepolskie


At the Monarchist base
Several C-130 Transport Craft filled with the Wiepolskian Troops land in the Monarchist Rebel Airport, unloading their cargo quickly and efficiently. Once all of the Material was unloaded, the Transport planes quickly took off for fear of identification by opposing forces. The Wiepolskian Soldiers were...distraught, to say the least, about their allies condition. One Soldier commented to another.

"Hey, are we sure these are the guys we're supposed to be assisting? A bunch of students and farmers? These people remind me more of protesters and demonstrators than actual fighters."

"Eh, don't worry about it comrade. Whatever their state, we'll whip them into fighting shape soon enough."

The rebels, on the other hand, were in awe of the firepower their allies had brought. Main Battle Tanks which could easily penetrate Confederate government lines. Fast, Fighter-Bomber aircraft could give them the upper hand in urban combat. And the soldiers? They looked like they chewed lead and spit Napalm. Even so, it was a relatively limited force. Nonetheless, this new force gave the morale boost they so desperately needed.
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Postby Basphere » Fri May 27, 2016 3:22 pm

Just outside of Bohovan, Transvar

The large tent cited for use by the general staff and other higher status personnel was blantly lit up like a beacon in the vast emptiness of the surrounding fields. Quite nicely efficiently and in a way of organisation, beds and draws were filed towards the back of the rectangular tent that in a way strongly contrasted with the line of the strategic and operational section adjacent. It reminded the men of the two sides of war: human and mechanical almost robot like creatures intending harm to common fellow beings. The lanterns hung up on several beans throughout swung gently in the slight, chilling wind. A wind, that to much of the annoyance of the officers, that rippled and grasped the paper map of Vransvar laid down on a rounded table. That night, the staff were called up to discuss the theatre and campaign ahead, following the successful transportation of the rest of the army which waited in anxious idling around the fields enclosing the establishment. Field Marshal Leon Paul himself was present.
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"Every man showing mercy to the Moarchists will be shot on sight, whever I have the pleasure of conducting your execution or not. By refusing to declare war officially on them, we have not recognised them as a nation, allow us to exploit the fact that many rules don't apply to non-nations"
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Postby Fratanica » Fri May 27, 2016 3:51 pm

Monarchist Rebel Base, Vransvar

The men watched the teenager take a drag from his cigarette. He seemed to be somewhat fresh from training, a young man. It didn't matter though. They were sent here to train and assist rebels, not have a physical and political evaluation session. They let their weapons hang from the ceramic vest. When the operator tapped his shoulder, he had no response. The rebel should have been in school learning, not fighting an occupying and hostile force. He was smug and stubborn. The team of men smirked at the young teen. "Who the hell brought the classic puberty-hitting schoolboy into a base?" many of them wondered. They watched the boy speak into his transponder and a slightly visible barrel disappear.

They examined their surroundings, looking for any other barrels being pointed at them. It didn't matter that it was their job to assist these rebels; they were also scanning for threats and ways to navigate in case those barrels became active. The vehicles used by the rebels seemed to be old trucks which were converted into machine gun nests and armed transport vehicles. Just the normal insurrection scene they were used to dealing with; it was nothing special. The men looked at the young boy who had just took a drag from his cigarette. One of the men approached the young boy.

"Yes, we are the relief force that you just referred to. You mind if I have a light myself?"
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Postby Vransvar » Fri May 27, 2016 4:46 pm

Monarchist Rebel Base

The boy simply gave a nod and slid a second cigarette out of the package and lit it as well before handing it over to the solider. He knew they would be judging his age. The fact that he should not be serving. Along with his general attitude. In his mind he did not need to justify himself to these men and simply gave began to speak to the group of soldiers. He couldn't help but glance back at them and take in how professional they appeared. A single one of these men was seemingly more outfitted than any of the troops here combined. The cavalry had arrived.

"Glad you came. We were running short on men. Taking this region had hit us hard."

He paused as he took another drag.

"The Commander is located in the large tent located in the center of camp. I assume you'd want to speak with him."

As he spoke these words his radio began to break into a plethora of chatter. In the background the noises of planes landing and troops and vehicles quickly unloading. The boy went for his gun at this disturbance. Several quips in worried tones before a loud voice broke out through the confused chatter coming from the radio. A long winded spiel came from this man about a second force entering the base from Wiepolskie. This place was unfamiliar to many of the people stationed here. The rebels were quick to move in and help assist the Wiepolskie arrival force. Hell. The cavalry certainly had arrived.

"Looks as if we have even more company. I suggest you all, or at least your highest rank, hurry to the Commander. The lead of the these Wiepolskians will be sent along with. I'll radio your arrival to the Commander." The boy said.

Baspherean Base outside Bohovan

The only member of the Confederate government at this meeting was a local General-Officer from the region by the name of Danil Gajevic. The Confederacy didn't wish to take much risk. Especially with this meeting taking place so close to the rebel capitol of Bohavan. The Officer-General was uncomfortable to say the least. He feared sudden attack. He feared that this whole situation would blow back in his face. He had done much to reach this position. Lived through the hellish military drills of the Confederacy and the harsh winter of '75. That is partially why he was cautious on this assignment. If the rebels caught word he feared their odds. Besides that he had remained quite through most of this and had simply been a observer in this. Finally deciding to speak up. As he did he tugged his coat closer to his neck. The black collar being tossed about by the wind like a child's plaything

"Getting a man inside of the rebel faction would be a major assistance to war effort. Sadly we have tried this before. To no avail. Around five POWs have been made because of it. If you cannot tell our espionage is lacking. Preferably one of your men could be sent to the task."
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Postby Wiepolskie » Fri May 27, 2016 5:04 pm

At the Monarchist Rebel Base

Colonel Bronislaw Dzikowski of the First Expeditionary Brigade was quickly rushed into he Command tent of the Monarchist Rebels. Standing with two other advisers, he faced the Monarchist commanders with a steely determination in his eyes.

"Hello Sirs, Colonel Dzikowski, First Expeditionary Brigade, Wirpolskie, at your service. How may we be of assistance here?"
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Postby Fratanica » Fri May 27, 2016 5:26 pm

Monarchist Rebel Base, Vransvar

The commanding officer of this team of men was Captain Louie Hansworth, a member of the Army's Special Forces Battalion for 9 years. He was armed with a MARS-3 bullpup assault rifle with a DPOT red dot scope, a Glock 18 pistol equipped with a flashlight, a 21 pound rucksack, various grenades and magazines, and chemlights on the back of his ceramic vest. This was the last mission he was going to participate in as a member of the Special Forces Battalion, however. A month before this deployment, he had just passed selection for the Combat Operations Group. It was a grueling 8 month process, with various levels of physical and psychological training. Right after this operation, he was going to transfer to that unit, where he would be entering the world of operations of the highest secrecy.

Captain Louie Hansworth did not just control the men from the Special Forces Battalion sent with him for this operation. He also had 3 IIA paramilitary operators from the Special Operations Division. They had not revealed their names, and any communication outside of tactical was never responded to by these clandestine operators. Just some "that matter is classified" bullshit. No seals, no insignias which would distinguish them, nothing at all. Each of them looked almost identical to the men from the Special Forces Battalion, besides the use of silenced, camoflauged SMGs. They also seemed to possess the same breaching tools and explosives that the others carried.

He ordered his men to heed the words of the young boy and talk to the Commander, whoever this unknown figure was. There was no clear description of this man, which further raised ambiguity among the members of Hansworth's 15-man squadron. They hoped that whoever this man was was going to be extremely important to planning. "To hell with this guy", Captain Hansworth thought. The men walked into a small, cramped tent, where a man was waiting.
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Confederate Base, Vransvar

Senior Sergeant Yovys Lazuhko stepped forward and greeted the General-Officer. Senior Sergeant Lazuhko was the commissioned officer of the 7th Company, 6th Rifles Division of the Kalovichan Army. They were meant to be well trained, as they were part of the Kalovichan infantry divisions. However, while they received some training for marksmanship and navigation, they had not received enough. On top of it, their equipment was inferior to many nations and malfunctioned easily. The Senior Sergeant began to introduce members of his company, and explained that more companies of men would be arriving soon. The men were ready to run the security drills which were mandatory to all forces foreign and not trained by the Confederacy.
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The New Edomite Fleet
They that go down to the sea in ships, That do business in great waters;

These see the works of Jehovah, And his wonders in the deep.

For he commandeth, and raiseth the stormy wind, Which lifteth up the waves thereof.

They mount up to the heavens, they go down again to the depths: Their soul melteth away because of trouble.

They reel to and fro, and stagger like a drunken man, And are at their wits' end.

Then they cry unto Jehovah in their trouble, And he bringeth them out of their distresses.

He maketh the storm a calm, So that the waves thereof are still.

Then are they glad because they are quiet; So he bringeth them unto their desired haven.

Oh that men would praise Jehovah for his lovingkindness, And for his wonderful works to the children of men!
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Eight vessels were moving across the open ocean now. Two blocky amphibious ships with escorts spread out around them, a little dagger like minesweeper, a hefty replenishment ship, and somewhere far beneath and ahead of them, a diesel submarine moved quietly on an advance scouting mission. Helicopters moved like flies around cattle away from and near the ships, keeping security watch out.


The fleet's combat air patrol consisted of six Terrier VSTOL fighters, four TH-300 Sea Lakota helicopters, two CFHN-1 "Kite" drones and four Schiebel-100 Camcoper drones. The pilots or drone handlers ere very professional and well trained, and nearly all had seen action recently either in the 3rd Civil War or in anti-piracy actions.

NENS Blasco


The hangar was cave-dim, oven-hot, crammed solid with noise and the heavy stink of kerosene. The two officers stopped just inside. One stood six feet in his dress whites; the other was shorter and much broader in the hips and areas of the chest. One was male, the other f female. For a few seconds, they looked up at the aircraft. Then the woman tugged open her collar. She blew out, then raised her voice above the clattering howl of a grinder. “Chief. Chief!”

“Ah, lieutenant, welcome to Engineeria!”s aid a round faced sweaty Chief machinist’s mate, popping his slick warm looking face out of the engine. “Here in our cave of wonders!”

“If I wanted jokes I would invoke Litotes the Clown, Zuph,” she snapped. “Will this infernal machine be ready to go? You may not be aware, Chief, but there is an extra-regional deployment being ordered up by the admiral.”

“The orders of the great Admiral Davenant are heard and obeyed, Your honour!” exclaimed Chief Machinist’s mate Zuph. “And the wicked shall fear the might of our hydrophones and quake at the noise of our sonar buoys. Alas, you gentlemen in your flight suits always make it harder for a poor mechanic and his mates to keep her flying.”

The TH-300 Sea-Lakota in question crouched ike a great metal insect, painted with low visibility pale paint in the cavern that was her lair aboard the NENS Blasco, a Casso class frigate used almost entirely for Anti-Submarine Warfare patrols around the SOSUS line.

The two pilots glanced at one another. Zph was a clown, but he wa a good mechanic.

“Don’t play with yourself too much down there, and don’t literally mount the machine,” warned the woman.

“What an awful thing to imply, Your Honour, I am shocked…” he descended mumbling, back in.

"Hey!" the woman cried.

"Yes Your Honour?" his head popped up like a jack in the box again.

"Is it possible for you to have our bird ready by the time we are underway?" she said insistently.

"Your Honour! Everything is possible in Engineeria!"

They rolled their eyes and left.

“This rust heap is like living in an Arcologian village,” grumbled the young man following the lead pilot’s plump rear end along the flight deck and towards a companionway leading up towards officer’s country.

The ship was full of sailors going about their duties--deck force, weapons, engineering. Until very recently she had been used as a training ship, and as a result she had an old captain, Commander Simeon Ephod, who had stumped his way aboard after spending the last three months largely ashore.

“He used to be a good skipper, a great one, during the First Civil War, and he did win the Navy Cross during the Jedorian War—“ she said.

“As a junior lieutenant on a minehunter! God help us now. How long may a man live on his glory?” the younger man said, leaning on a rail and looking out at the harbour.

They had stood in the wardroom with other officers of the ship litening to their old—he was nearly sixty—captain explaining the mission, wheezing occasionally with some condition he had.

“We are……to join...Admiral Davenant's amphibious squadron... on an operation which will be defending another nation in our region… region..providing fire and air support to the Confederacy of Vransvar. You will have information in your dossiers. We are once again deployed against...ah...oppressors and provocateurs...ah...so we must…” he gave a long pause. The officers tried to politely listen but the two pilots were shifting uncomfortably. “Ah…ah…be vigilant…as the fish..hawk…is vigilant.”

“Is he going to die on us?” murmured the woman pilot to the male one. It was almost funny but neither felt inclined to laugh save as gallows humour.

"At least the Shiebel and her crew are in good working order," sniffed thewoman.

"Yes the Schiebel," he said irritably. "Don't mention that soulless little monster and her human drones to me. And where the hell is Deweden?" The officers opened their dossier folders and began to read up on the country, it's security concerns, and how to get there. One of the intelligence officers from the admiral's staff stepped forward and began to guide them through the available intelligence.

The two young pilots’ names were Jacob Alkonah and Martha Ezar. They were both lieutenants, had been friends in flight school, then reunited for service with the Blasco.

2nd Squadron, First Shock Cavalry, aboard NENS King David

Near to six thousand troops were crammed onto the big ship, Lieutenant Stephanie Grey, an Anglo-German young woman of 22, sat on a short stack of skids feeling tired and miserable. She was having her time of the month and everything was uncomfortable. One advantage to being in the Army was that women got free prescriptions for The Pill, which helped a bit at least. And one thing was that you couldn’t really talk about it to anyone. You had to be calm, the Troopers had to see you ready to give orders, dispassionate, neat, and authoritative. Her command was full of soldiers who were so rough and tumble she practically needed a troop lawyer to deal with their after leave calling to the carpet. But they were very good in action. Terrible on parade--their mantra was often 'men are dirty, vehicles and weapons are clean'. Grey herself unfortunately was a slob by personal habit, and she had to fight to look decent in the mess. 'dirty as Grey' was another regimental saying.

But...they spearheaded the way into the rebel stronghold of Pelias in Damoclea. It was epic enough that the 16th--arguably one of the toughest Mounted Light Infantry regiments, or indeed any units in the Army--now stood them drinks and saluted them whenever the regiments ran into one another--particularly the Recon troops. Grey received her promotion to First Lieutenant after that, and got the Gold Link and the Iron Wolf.

"I don't care if she shows up for formation naked with her ass painted blue," said the regimental commander of her when in his cups. "She fights!"

Smoking helped; it gave her something to do. You could squat on a skid in the vehicle bay and smoke; it was impossible to read. They’d eaten—no one wanted to eat any more and it was not advisable. One of the assistant gunners had been a cook before he decided he wanted to be in the infantry, and a good enough one that he could actually produce a restaurant quality meal in the field. Today it had been lamb and lentil stew with carrots and stewed onions, with pistachio pudding fore dessert.

In the old days, they could get a little drunk, but they couldn’t do that anymore. There was too much information to process in modern war.

It was appropriate that their vehicles, the M28s, were called The Vigilo was designed to be the forward eyes and ears of friendly armored and mechanized infantry formations. With a competent crew in the Vigilo, this information would be passed onto the rest of the force without the enemy knowing that they were there until it is too late to stop them. To assist in this role, the Vigilo is light, and fast. With a total weight of 18 tonnes and an inline-four engine developing 160 kW of power, this results in a power to weight ratio of 11.92 hp/tonne. The vehicle’s design was made to avoid being hit by undercarriage damage, to prevent shock damage to the 3 person crew, and to deal with up to a 65 degree incline. A tough little vehicle, it was designed within the New Edomite department of defense not only to the original Lamonian design but to be fully integrated to the CROMWELL II battlesystem.

She was proud to command a unit of them. They were concealed well, in fact they were ready to slip across the border, but they’d been waiting days now, and she was sick of waiting. She could tell the Troopers were too—she and the NCOs gave no hint of their own weariness, they joked, they gave orders, they maintained discipline, they kept a schedule, they organized the Troopers to stand watches and conduct short distance foot patrols, set ambushes.

Now and then she talked to the Troop commander, gave reports on an unchanging situation, got updates on a larger scale unchanging situation.

Sergeant Letim, her Troop senior NCO, a narrow faced psychopath that she controlled like you'd control a mad dog that loved you and hated the world, approached her with a salute.

“Hey, Lieutenant, message from the CO,”

She had just accepted a nice refreshing mug of mint tea from her driver, Corporal Sharp when this came. The message was that they were to gear up for another attack. So this wasn’t just nuisance firing then.

“Alright, equipment and vehicle checks, and map route confirmations, tactical info prep, let’s do it,” she said, hiding her tiredness, throwing the cup on the little fire they’d made. “Put that out, Corporal.”

'We aren't doing our target practice yet?" said Corporal Sharp with disappointment. "The Mortar Platoon was just up there..."

"Oh why are we waiting," began one of the Troopers to the tune of 'O Come all ye Faithful', and the others began to take it up, "whyyy are we waiting, oh why are we waiting oh why, why why? Why are we--"

"Shut up!' snapped Sergeant Letim, noticing her look of displeasure, though privately she though it was funny as shit and remembered singing the song as a cadet. "Get to work, you blaspheming whores!"

Just in time too--the Squadron Commander, Lieutenant-Colonel Ashur Gedor, was strolling by with some of the staff. His eyes sharply took in her ruffians and he simply said with flinty eyes, "Afternoon, Grey."

Shit. Grey saluted neatly, but she knew that she was in for it again.

In point of fact, Gedor liked Grey a lot, but she needed to learn to spruce up if she wanted to make captain,s o he had to be hard on her. He had a lot on his mind. His wife. Tamar, had gone back to her maiden name and was serving on the Royal Crest, one of the AWACS that was assigned to this mission, so he heard her name all the damned time. She was now shacked up with some Ghantar knight since serving at the Air Force Base here, and she liked it here. She had a nturally bawdy mind and it served her well socializing in Ghant. God he missed sharing her bed, sharing her laughter. It was not dignified to make this clear though,s o he just avoided her and was cold to her.

Gedor commanded a formidable strike force and he had to focus on that. 2x Ironheart command modified vehicles
12 x M20 Command Vehicles, 84x M8 Litoneur Main Battle Tanks;,, 60 x Sorcha IFVs
40 x M20 APCs, 20 x M28 Recon Vehicles, 10 x LY6 Werewolf Tank Destroyer, 20x LY7/366 Lammasu SPH, 10x King Shepherd ADA, 1 x Skyguard ADA Battery. Paired up with Lancers and Light Troops with supporting artillery and engineers, it would be a formidable fist against any enemy.
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Postby Vransvar » Fri May 27, 2016 6:27 pm

Monarchist Rebel Base

When the men entered the tent they would be assaulted by a rather strong smell penetrating the crisp cool air that enveloped them. Simple black coffee. A pot of it sat on a wooden desk next to a hand drawn map of the region. Two men were standing at the sides of the entrances when the arrivals would walk in. Both wearing visible Kevlar vest and FN-FAL assault rifles slung across their chests. Each of them had their right hands on the pistol grip of the rifle with the other at their side. On the far left corner of the room there was a pole with the monarchist banner hanging from it. Pristine and clean. Fresh off the line. Behind the table itself stood a man in his fifties to mid sixties. He wore a simple grey dress shirt and matching pants. He was another that looked completely out of place here. In his hand he held a mug filled with steamy coffee. His hair was white with either age or stress and it showed with the full beard he wore.

"Greetings. I am Commander Vlade Karbashewski. Former Confederate Officer-General. Now I am the leader of all the Royal Armed Forces. I have five campaigns under my belt. Sent to this base to asses the front line situation."

He took a small sip of his drink in between speaking.

"You will learn quite soon how you can be of help Colonel Dzikowski. Firstly. I must now what number of forces you arrived with and how well trained. I need this info from you both."

Confederate Base

The Officer-General returned the greeting with a introduction of himself and his job at the base. He made sure to have it radioed out that even more allied troops would be arriving soon.

"Your troops are prepared for combat I assume? If so they should quickly be prep to be deployed as well. The Director is attempting to rally a quick response force against the rebels. Your men will be briefed on how to handle operations with our troops within the hour. After this they should hurry and prepare to be sent out. A minor amount of them staying here as a defense force. This of course will all need your permission."

The man came off as brash and quite bossy with these statements. Saying them all as simple fact.

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Postby Wiepolskie » Fri May 27, 2016 6:37 pm

Vransvar wrote:Monarchist Rebel Base

When the men entered the tent they would be assaulted by a rather strong smell penetrating the crisp cool air that enveloped them. Simple black coffee. A pot of it sat on a wooden desk next to a hand drawn map of the region. Two men were standing at the sides of the entrances when the arrivals would walk in. Both wearing visible Kevlar vest and FN-FAL assault rifles slung across their chests. Each of them had their right hands on the pistol grip of the rifle with the other at their side. On the far left corner of the room there was a pole with the monarchist banner hanging from it. Pristine and clean. Fresh off the line. Behind the table itself stood a man in his fifties to mid sixties. He wore a simple grey dress shirt and matching pants. He was another that looked completely out of place here. In his hand he held a mug filled with steamy coffee. His hair was white with either age or stress and it showed with the full beard he wore.

"Greetings. I am Commander Vlade Karbashewski. Former Confederate Officer-General. Now I am the leader of all the Royal Armed Forces. I have five campaigns under my belt. Sent to this base to asses the front line situation."

He took a small sip of his drink in between speaking.

"You will learn quite soon how you can be of help Colonel Dzikowski. Firstly. I must now what number of forces you arrived with and how well trained. I need this info from you both."

Confederate Base

The Officer-General returned the greeting with a introduction of himself and his job at the base. He made sure to have it radioed out that even more allied troops would be arriving soon.

"Your troops are prepared for combat I assume? If so they should quickly be prep to be deployed as well. The Director is attempting to rally a quick response force against the rebels. Your men will be briefed on how to handle operations with our troops within the hour. After this they should hurry and prepare to be sent out. A minor amount of them staying here as a defense force. This of course will all need your permission."

The man came off as brash and quite bossy with these statements. Saying them all as simple fact.

"Commander, our force consists of Roughly 7,500 infantry and other ground forces, 40 T-90 Main Battle Tanks, and 25 Su-17 Ground attack aircraft. These men have been on several joint training exercises with some of the best militaries in the world, and are widely considered to be very well trained." Colonel Dzikowski replied, looking between the Monarchist soldiers in the room.
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Postby Fratanica » Fri May 27, 2016 7:45 pm

Monarchist Rebel Base, Vransvar

"Our group of men consists of 280 men. 250 men are from the Fratanican Army Special Operations Battalion, and 30 of these men are a combined force of, well, unknown operators who we ourselves could not identify. However, these men are some of the best trained in Fratanica and the world, and have gone through training courses which could be considered as Satan itself. We assume they're spooks from our intelligence services, but of course, it is a possibility they were just some Fratanican security contractors who came along for the fight." Captain Louie Hansworth stated.

"In terms of equipment we have brought, we have everything we need to run security and assistance operations. We got firearms of various purposes, such as the MARS-3 bullpup rifle, which I have clipped onto my body armor and can be used for CQB, the BL-553 marksman rifle used for long distance, and M17 for suppressive firepower. We have breaching tools in case we need to enter and clear rooms. We have medical kits with enough tools to treat anything from allergies to injuries from a bullet. We will be solely relying on the ground vehicles used by the rebels."

"Moving on, we are just here for an advisory and training role, Commander. We are only here to support the rebels in their fight against the oppressive country that is the Confederacy. Nothing else. Of course, if fighting gets too serious, we are also here to support you. We can also assist in hit-and-run attacks and small-unit tactics to defeat the enemy. However, we are not here to fight an all-out war with the Confederacy and their allies. We will support the rebel teams in small skirmishes and pushing back the enemy. We will support the rebels in toppling their oppressive regime. However, we are all that the nation we come from is going to offer in this operation. There will be no reinforcements from our country unless a declaration of war is passed by our parliament."
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Postby Vransvar » Sat May 28, 2016 4:38 pm

Monarchist Rebel Base

The commander gave a nod as this slur of information was laid out before him. Help was help after all. Despite the Fratanicans not being here on terms of total war it still would be a great assistant to the cause to have them here. The men here were ungodly undertrained and only have made it this far because of sheer dumb luck in all reality. He glanced between the two men in front of him before speaking.

"Training is a thing we require here. We have a lack of trained men and or people to help assist in training the others. So your arrival is a God send. I will hand all training procedures over to the Fratanican forces here. The men here are inexperienced. However they are quick to learn. In this land it is either adopt or die. That is how it always has been. They should adjust to your methods quickly. Onto you Colonel Dzikowski. The numbers you are bringing is quite frankly outstanding. Hell that would be enough to make a forward push when we wished. Though until that is ready I would ask that you assist the Fratanicans in training our men for combat and, if you have any to spare, send detachments to nearby Monarchist Bases in order to assist in training them as well."

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The sonar station was one of the last within Confederate hands. It had little use in the war so far. Most stationed there had taken a casual attitude to their jobs. Stationed on the coast they were intended to monitor the sea. They thought they would never see anything. They hadn't. They had express orders to attempt to establish contact with any that entered their waters and identify them as friend or foe. This would be the case when the New Edomite ships entered the Confederacy waters.

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Postby New Edom » Sat May 28, 2016 4:46 pm

The New Edomite Fleet, Approaching

Over an encrypted signal Vice-Admiral Isaiah Davenant communicated the approach of the fleet to Confederate command within 200 km of their approach. They were using two Kite drones as early warning aircraft.

With howling screams, Terrier VSTOL fighters were rising off the decks of the LHD surrounded by a haze of heat vapours, like knights of the air the pilots taking off across the water and into the sky. Commodore Eglon was envious of them, their clear simple purpose, but his lot was now to be the Air Squadron Commander. Of course his rank was the result of all he had achieved, by God's grace, but sometimes how Davenant loved this. Plane after plane flashed off in a broad fan towards the coastline.

Sixteen Terriers were sent out in flights of four: Cardinal Flight, Bluebird Flight, Bunting Flight and Plover Flight. Lieutenant-Commander Pabadakis, Lieutenant Schlossel, Lieutenant Zebedee, and Lieutenant Shams were in command of them respectively. In flight command deck on the tower she watched their positions, heard the muted chatter of reports, laconic voices around him. How did the pilots all become so damned young, Vice-Admiral Davenant wondered, envying them. Plover Flight was currently up, replacing Cardinal which had been up.

Therefore the SATCOM information was programmed into the CROMWELL II battlenet. For now the Terriers stooped high, moving up to cloud cover for the time being until the assault was ready. They had been armed with AIM-120s for air to air purposes, ready to do battle with enemy air cover and sweep it from the skies to protect their allies.

Klaxons were blaring around the destroyer. Decks were being cleared, readiness for missile launches were being declared. With awful purpose, missile racks soullessly moved the long slim deadly tubes up towards their launch positions. Up in CICs and weapons rooms quiet young men and women with focused nearly robotic responses like they were reciting prayers spoke in announcements of their targeting calculations. It was vitally important that the launches be timed properly. This was when a fleet was very vulnerable to enemy attacks.

Captain Dorian Lardis was commanding the destroyer; a chunky unheroic looking man with a meaty face and beady eyes like a capybara’s; he was however a canny, shrewd officer who had been commanding a frigate before being given a destroyer and then ordered to escort the protective mantle of the fleet towards their new friends. Now this unromantic figure had the task of protecting the fleet against any enemy ships or air attacks in tandem with the CAP.
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