Monarchist Revolution of 2016 (IC Closed)

[Wiepolskie]

At the Monarchist Headquarters

"As you wish Commander. I will send several Platoons to assist your forces in other areas, however, as you've said, Our focus needs to be on training rather than assault and military campaigns. As of now, my forces are under your command. While I may still be the *official* Commander of this force, it is now up to you where you want my troops, when you want them, and what you want them to do. Good luck and Godspeed." And with that, the Colonel and his men left the tent.

Elsewhere in Vransvar...

Several platoons of Wiepolskian soldiers had already begun to move out to their designated Monarchist rebel cells and strongholds. As one Platoon neared their target, they suddenly found themselves surrounded by Monarchist soldiers.

"Halt!" One of them shouted, most likely the unit leader. "You don't look like Confederate troops, so who are you? Some foreign imperial power here to assist them?"

"We mean you no harm" The Wiepolskian Lieutenant responded. "We are here to assist you in your fight against the Confederacy."

"Ah, so a another country helping the fight for freedom? You seem like friends in my book. Here, I'll show you to our base." Said the Monarchist leader, beckoning for the Lieutenant to follow.

[Fratanica]

Monarchist Rebel Base, Vransvar

"Very well, I will have the 280 men that have accompanied me on this operation spread out across multiple rebel checkpoints and bases through Vransvar. We can also, like you said, take over the training for the rebels. I assure you that by the end of this, your rebels will be more trained than the Confederacy you are fighting." Captain Hansworth assured the Commander. He politely extended his hand for the Commander to shake.

"Your rebels will be taken good care of, Commander."

Hansworth and the 15 men he had been tasked to lead exited the camp. He then met up with the other squadron leaders. 20 squadron leaders, in charge of 10 to 15 men, assembled in front of Hansworth to listen to the orders that were about to be given. They all huddled around to listen for the information that was about to be presented.

"Alright, listen up, lads. This is the gameplan for the op. Each team will be divided up across multiple bases around the Monarchist territory. In addition to spreading out the squadrons around Monarchist bases, 2 squadrons will be assisting the rebels in combat where the Confederacy troops are advancing. You know the drill. Train their asses hard and don't give them many breaks. These are former students, carpenters, and mechanics. They are poorly trained, are malnourished, and probably can't aim a gun for the hell of it. You, as leaders, need to delegate tasks for each of your men and have them train small groups, for individual assistance. When the rebels from your base are deployed, you follow them and you help them go door to door, trying to find Confederacy posts." Captain Hansworth pulled out a map, marked up with diagrams and positioning of each team.

"Teams Zulu and Marauder will be up on the defensive line, fighting with the rebels. Lincoln, Charlie, King, Juliet, and Zebra will be placed along the eastern bases. The rest will be spread across the eastern and southern bases. Our team will be positioned right at this base. As squadron commanders, you would have been responsible for bringing maps and other navigation tools. On those maps should be the gameplan that I had just laid out for you all. Dismissed." The squadron leaders left and went to assemble their men and get into their respective transportation.

"I need all Kilos on me! Urgent!" The members of Hansworth's team came to him, awaiting further instructions from their squadron leader.

"This is the deal. Tonight, we are hunkering down here. Tomorrow, we will be up early, around 0400, in preparation to train these rag-tag group of rebels. Don't waste any time bullshitting, and meet me where the little boy was. Get all of your equipment and shit together before you come meet with me. Have your rucksack, magazines, grenades, and the rest of your equipment on you when you come. When the team of rebels are divided into small groups for each man, work on the basics first. Discipline and simple marksmanship first before you go into any advanced drills. Training for them will start at 0600. When they get the basics down, then you move on to moving and shooting, small unit tactics, and all of that. Dismissed."

[Vionna-Frankenlisch]

1st Squadron, Crimson Fleet
Approaching Vransvar

The 1st Squadron of the Crimson Fleet was a hardened unit, having lost it's main carrier during the Battle of Cape Winter (after which one of it's frigate's was named) and then losing it's flagship and commander (Commodore Phillip Mc Candless) who still have not been located, it was a battle scarred unit. As of the 30th of May it was carrying the 4th Expeditionary, the squadron had been reinforced with a new frigate (HMNS Cape Winter) 2 new Light Cruisers (HMNS Dominator and HMNS Jutland) and assigned a Nuclear Submarine escort (HMNNS Frederiksland), they had been ordered to convey the 4th Expeditionary, which mainly consisted of Mountain Divisions with some Light Tanks and Helicopter-bourne Infantry along with the 3rd Marine Infantry Brigade. Every spare living space in the fleet had been taken up by the specialist infantrymen and an entire cruise ship, the RMS Romulus was filled to overcapacity with soldiers, who commonly joked that they had to 'top and tail' which would have been funny if it weren't true for most female soldiers.

Vice Admiral Reginald Poltov, the uncle of Field Marshalls William and Karl Poltov, sat on his office chair on the bridge of HMNS Medalion, a King Haakon I class Battleship and flagship of the squadron after the HMNS Mary Bithwick, the previous flagship, went missing with all hands. He stood up and beckoned his batman, Midshipman Swan, over.

"Fetch General Townsend." Were the only words Poltov mumbled.
"Sir, he's not feeling too well right now, he gets seasick anyway but the weather is making it worse."
He had good reason to be sick, a horrendous storm had plagued the fleet, basically since it left Frederiksland. Almost half of the land forces being carried were sick and around 100 had been interned in the fleet's sick bays for injuries and illness. The day before, a soldier of the 3rd Mountain Division had cracked his head open after falling down an open hatch, he was currently in a coma and transport was being arranged for him to be taken to HMNB Katrina for medical care.

"Very well..." Replied Reginald, he was many things but mean wasn't one of them, he wasn't about to rouse the poor man just to ask him for some information he could easily get himself. "Send for Brigadier Molotov, tell him to bring casualty reports, I need to know if our medbay's are at capacity."
"Yes, sir." The 26 year old midshipman scampered off to retrieve Molotov.
The ship unevenly churned it's way through the choppy waves as it made it's slow journey, made even slower by the storm, to help it's monarchist comrades in Vransvar.

[Basphere]

The Empire of Basphere

'Our Nation of Iron'

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To: His Majesty, King Alexander III
From: Field Marshal Leon Paul, Duke of Norton
Subject: Reorganisation
Date: Monday May 30th, A.D 2016

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Your Majesty,

My force has successfully landed together and is actively defending the capital city of Vransvar. However, without a bigger army the task at hand seems dreadful looking. I feel now is the time to dedicate more resources to the campaign with the immediate reformations and fall out of the end of the war on Legatum Basphere was engaged in. As such, we will fortify and make camp in the city until these are carried out and reinforcements arrive. After this, the war is within reach.

Sincerely,
Field Marshal Leon Paul, Duke of Norton

[Vionna-Frankenlisch]

Northern Coast of Vransvar
4th Expeditionary Landing Ground.

Unable to locate a port controlled by Monarchists due to their sub-par maps of the country, the Vionna-Frankenlischian fleet, somehow undetected by others were forced to land troops on the barely inhabited coast directly north of Bohovan. Helicopter Troops had landed first to scout several miles inland to make sure that no enemy troop movements would interrupt landing efforts. However, despite meeting no resistance, the troops quickly discovered that the majority of the nation was, in fact, plains, hills, woods and forest rather than mountains as was originally expected. Thus... 20,000 Mountain troops had been basically wasted on the expedition.

Admiral Poltov quickly had requests for regular troops as well as airborne units sent to both Horse Guards and the Admiralty. Despite their lack of experience on such terrain, the mountain divisions were still sent ashore and led the advance towards Bohovan to held in the erecting of defences and to rest, refit and resupply also to receive orders from the Fiefdom commanders.

The initial invasion force, consisting of 25,200 men, marched inland towards Bohovan while HMNNS Frederiksland, a Megladon Class Nuclear Submarine, prepared it's multiple Delta Priority SRBMs.
Interceptors and CAS Aircraft launched from the fleet's two carriers scouted the areas ahead of the invasion force.

Order of Battle: Troops being rerouted to Vransvar

Imperial Vionnan Army
3rd Battalion, Imperial Expeditionary Logistics Regiment [510 Men, along with trucks, supply chinooks and armoured supply vehicles]
1st Independent Medical Support Battlegroup [150 Men, Ambulances and Medevac vehicles.]
5th Motorized Recon Battalion [510 Men, Recon equipment, Helicopters and multiple APCs]

Frankenlisch Defence Force
6th Division, King's Londinium Division [8,000 Men, Tanks, IFVs and Light Artillery]
18th Division, King's Camulodunum Division [10,000 Men, IFVs and Divisional Artillery]
15th Division, King's Durolipons Division [10,000 Men, APCs and Light Artillery]