Newell-HCR war. (SUNALAYA ONLY)

[Federal Republic of Newellia]

AUGUSTINE TOWERS ATTACKED, INVASION OF NEWELLIA

At 6:43 PM, UTC, two Newellian passenger planes were hijacted by HCR manchurian candidates and slammed into the Augustine towers in Augustine, Newellia. around 3,400 people were killed in the attack, including the two hijackers that held the respective crews hostage. the Newellians were in a state of shell shock, but worse was to come.



With the Newellian military caught completely off guard, the Holy Christian Republic invaded, swiftly capturing St. Walker, and laying seige to St. Dye. Prophet Moses Elijah had started a war.

Dark Red: HCR
Light Red:Occupied lands
Blue: Newellia/coalition.
Light Blue: Liberated Lands.

[Whiaye]

12:30 PM
Whiaye Senate House, Megaros
"In closing we have a strategic, and moral imperative to send aid to the Newellilla Republic against the unprovoked HCR attack" Palaemon Petrakis said closing his argument.
"Are their any more aguments from members of the Senate" Speaker Steafan Kostopoulos asked.
"3 Hours later"
"The votes have been counted in favor of intervention in the Newell-HCR conflict on the side of Newell 156 for, 44 against" said Speaker Steafan Kostopoulos.
"Let this vote show that we shall send 4 company's of men under General Arcadicus Paules to reinforce The armies of Newell until the conflict is ended" ended the Speaker.

[Vukmire]

Following the attacks on the dual Augustine towers the Vukmiri forces soon were forced to mobilize. 800 soldiers in a mechanized infantry battalion with 30 APC's and 25 IFV's move to the western front from the northern shore where the ships are, ready to provide fire support when needed. The other 1200 troops and an entire tank battalion lay in wait, ready to be used as reinforcements or support shul they require it. The Vukmiri battalion named "Shirka battalion is currently en route to Newellian forces and will soon work beside them and to take out the threat of the HRC.

Roy
"Here we go again." Roy repeated those words again and again in his head, letting those words settle then clawing at them again in his mind, not letting what he saw at the gas station in Zokol leave his memory, after all, that is the reason he is here. After the incident wit the young boy and his mother in the Zokol gas station Roy was deemed mentally unfit to serve in Yokohaul for any longer, especially during the rebel skirmishes in the mountains. Roy would just simply sit in the back, looking at his Corporal patch while clutching onto the barrel of his rifle, wiping his goggles and taking off his ski mask, nor a wise move since he is way up north but in the APC, it was as hot as it could be. The tension and stress in the air was heavy, and all of these men did not want to be here, but they all knew that they had to do this job if their country wanted to be taken seriously from others across the world, especially in Ventismar.

[Federal Republic of Newellia]

St. Dye, Newellia
Silence filled the downtown area. They had less than thirty minutes before they would have to go out to the outskirts. The soldiers looked for anything to occupy their time in an attempt to hide their anxiety. Some checked and rechecked their gear, some prayed, but most took their time to write a letter to their surviving loved ones. These trenches have protected its occupants for years and withstood hundreds if not thousands of assaults. In the beginning the trenches were simply deep ditches in the ground, but with time it was improved and fortified. These trenches now stretched the entire length of the city. With concrete walls, steel roofs and heavy weaponry poking out of every hole like a porcupine. The trench on the St. Dye cathedral area was the first of three and was the first line of defense, with the bulk of the firepower. The second trench was connected to the first by a series of tunnels and housed artillery, vehicles, and the medical centers. The last trench more than a mile behind the first was connected to the second by an underground rail and housed the HQ, barracks, mess, and armory.

Many soldiers visibly jumped when "Angus Dei" suddenly blared on the intercom. The ancient song was sung by a choir of children and women which caused some of the soldiers to cry uncontrollably. Some tried to comfort their comrade in arms, but most stared ahead pretending not to notice. The song filled the silence with its haunting vocals and finally ended after a long six minutes. The intercom went silent for a few seconds and soon a man's voice with a Carolinian accent filled the trenches. "That was the Free Newellia Gdansk Choir. They wish you all victory and speak for all Free Newellians when they say they will pray for you." The man paused for a few seconds giving the soldiers some time to relish the gesture. "Well you all might have noticed all the new bodies in the trenches and your first guess is probably right. This is the big one gentlemen. These trenches have been good to us for all these year. Every Newellian n male not serving on the other fronts… is here. Our allies from across the globe have sent their best to aid us in our counteroffensive. Were getting our asses kicked and if we fail to defend this city, the war… Newellia is over…" The man's voice became shaky and he cut himself off and returned after a long awkward pause. "You know what's at stake gentlemen. Watch over the new guys and God speed. General Conrad. Over and out."

The lights dimmed and the soldiers moved briskly to their predetermined locations. Silently they moved. Not one soldier spoke. It was no battle drill, but the real thing and everyone was lost in his own thoughts. A small group of soldiers moved away from the rest who were now poised along the edges of the first trench. The small group swiftly entered the tunnels and reached the second trench. Once they arrived they jostled past reinforcements heading to the frontline.

"This is it." One soldier said as he pointed at a truck sized vehicle. On closer inspection the vehicle resembled a tank without the treads. It was sleek, black and from top to bottom was no taller than a man. The tank was equipped with three .33 MAG guns; two protruding from the front and one on top of the main gun turret that could be manned from the outside. The main gun turret sat on a swivel, the cannon itself extended out the length of a jet wing, capable of firing 188mm rounds of depleted uranium shells. Suddenly a hatch on top of the turret swung open and a head poked out.
"Mount up." The man half-inside the tank gestured for them to climb aboard. The soldiers climbed on finding harnesses on top of the tank where they could sit securely. The man in charge of the small group manned the top .33 MAG gun and felt the new weapon up and down like a kid inspecting a Christmas present under the tree.

meanwhile in the skies above St. Dye
Frank, you can do this.” The Captain said to himself, trying to alleviate his fears.

The mixture of his own sweat and his co-pilot’s blood temporarily blinded him. He wiped it out of his eyes and removed his bloodied facemask to try and breathe easier. It worked long enough for him to bank his aircraft towards the ground. The planes engines and fuselage moaned as he pushed his aircraft to its limits and beyond. Every alarm in the cockpit wailed at him as he put his plane on a collision course with his target. His hands vibrated violently as the shakers on his yoke set off, trying in vain to remind him to pull up. He had made his decision, his final decision. The cockpits computer soon screamed at him in a dull mechanical voice “TERRAIN! TERRAIN! PULL UP! PULL UP!” He ignored it and was determined to complete his mission.

The planes left wing was hit by anti-air fire as he set it on a nosedive straight into the heart of the massive hydroelectric dam below. Its left wing broke off along the middle where the engine and propellers sat. The splintered pieces of metal broke off in a flaming chunk that still had a spinning propeller attached. The bits of plane cut into a streaking ultramodern Chinese fighter that happened to be flying close by. The propellers blades sliced through the canopy unleashing a cloud of blood into the air. A fraction of a second later the HCR aircraft exploded into two fireballs that fell harmlessly back to the Earth. The Captain of the crippled plane smiled to himself at his unexpected kill, but soon snapped back into reality when his aircraft lurched to its right and spun out of control as it descended without half of a wing. He pushed the yoke down with all of his might and tried desperately to stay on course with his target. The large gray concrete wall that was his target rapidly grew larger and larger as he spun towards the ground. As he plunged downward a barrage of anti-air flak streaked up across the sky towards his aircraft. The first barrage missed, but with each successive barrage the flak would come closer. First the tail was shot off, and then the cockpit itself lit up like a fireworks extravaganza. The Captain felt his body rip to shreds from the shrapnel. His hands still shook with the shaking yoke which he now loosely gripped from loss of blood. He cried out for his mother and closed his heavy eyes. He slipped in and out of consciousness as the computer screamed “EIGHTY! TERRAIN! THIRTY! PULL UP! TEN!” The world went completely black as he died still strapped into his seat.

[Whiaye]

Newellian waters outside St. Dye
Arcadicus woke up with a jolt, they've been sailing for the better part of a week now. He got dressed in his uniform and began his walk to the central command bridge for the meeting.
He arrived at the command room a few moments later, He saw a his collages, and subordinates in the room waiting for him.
Admiral Andreas Georgiades spoke first "Now that we are all here we can began, in roughly three hours we will be in radio range of Newell".
Arcadicus ordered a nearby ensign "To send word to the Republic for the right to dock".
Chief engineer Alexandrukas Procopios spoke next "My men are ready when we land to began fortifying the weak points of the Newell front lines".
Arcadicus replied "Good to know anything else".
With no other statements all the could be done was wait for the message form Newellia to dock.

[Federal Republic of Newellia]

NEWELLIA NEWS NOW
Newellian forces fight in St. Dye

Tens of thousands of Newellian troops, police officers, and armed citizens fought through Downtown St. Dye, the skies were lit ablaze with gunfire of all sorts, with allies from all sides coming to help, the Newellians realized that soon all would be well and that Newellia would be liberated. Squadrons of Newellian aircraft flew across the skyline, firing at artillery and HCR units. forces from Whiaye have arrived, and are coming to aid the Newellians, Engleberg, Vukimire, and Rezua have all also come to our aid. This war will be in Newellia's favor very soon.

[Engleberg]

EKS Jäger Outside Newellian Waters



Carrier Group "Germania" Outside Newellian Waters, EKS Germania, EKS Ozean, EKS Taifun, EKS Sturm, EKS Luther, EKS Kolonie, and EKS Rhein

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August 22, 2016, 19:00
Siegesplatz, Engelberg, Engleberg -- "Seiner Majestät, dire news from Newellia." Spoke Generalfieldmarschall Hans von Planwitz, in the main hall of the Siegesplatz. Konrad II stood before him, in his green uniform. "Two aircraft were flown into the Augustine Towers in Newellia just 17 minutes ago, 3400 people confirmed dead. A dormant nation has been credited with these acts, the 'Holy Christian Republic.' It borders Newellia, and has recently begun to 'open' itself to the world - in quite an opposite way that a Christian nation should. Großadmiral Schlieffer has already ordered Carrier Group 'Germania' and the EKS Jäger to outside of the conflict, since they were the closest to the area. With your permission, I would like to prepare the Fallschirmjäger for deployment to the HCR."

Konrad immediately responded with a face of surprise. He never would have expected a nation, much less a Christian one, would commit such a horrendous crime against innocent people. It took him several minutes to take it in, forcing him to sit down. Newellia was an ally of the Englean Kaiserreich, once being a territory until 1877. Konrad then stood up, walked to the large fireplace within the palace, and took hold of his ceremonial sword. It was dated to 1100 AD, which was a time of the Englean Crusades; a defense of the Englean Kaiserreich and Christianity from foreign invaders. He turned to Planwitz, "You are permitted for any force deemed necessary and within our budget. Keep our men out of unnecessary harm as well. I promised the people to keep us out of war, and we're about to break that promise. I would prefer not to have to speak for the deaths of many." Later that day, the Englean Reichstag approved deploying forces into the HCR. Konrad delivered a special message to the HCR, which was being relayed through the fleet near the nation.

Moses Elijah, you have no right to claim the title of "Prophet." The acts committed by your nation would not be condoned by God, nor would he instruct any Christian to commit. As the Head of the Englean Christian Church, I hereby excommunicate you from the Faith, and deem your nation heretical. Attacking an Englean ally and former territory was a grave mistake, and therefore you have awoken the Eagle.

As he was speaking, an Englean "Feuerspatz" (Fire Sparrow) missile was launched from the EKS Jäger. This missile was purposely fired to hit the target of Gideon City as Konrad finished speaking the message. As he concluded, the Feuerspatz detonated within the city; acting as a "retaliation" for the attacks in Augustine.

[Federal Republic of Newellia]

The satellite tracks a fleet of Newellian carriers launching Black Hawk helicopters to invade a city in the HCR. A TV station is pinpointed in the middle of the city.

Deadly: Outlaw, this is Deadly. Refueled and fully loaded.

Vasquez: Marines! Spotters have a possible fix on Moses Elijah. in a building at the west end of this town. We're gonna secure the perimeter and grab Moses. Oorah? Lock and load!

The satellite tracks Sgt. Paul Jackson of the N.M.C., 1st Force Recon in one of the Black Hawks.


[1st Force Recon Co., N.M.C.]

Sgt. Paul Jackson starts in a Black Hawk carrying a task force of Marines invading a city to capture Moses.

Black Hawk Pilot: Shoreline coming into view.

Female Pilot: Copy, Striker 6-4.

Black Hawk Pilot: Feet dry in ten seconds.

Female Pilot: Copy.

As they approach the docks and the city, gunfire and RPG fire attempt to shoot down the choppers to no avail.

Black Hawk Pilot: Taking fire here.

Female Pilot: Roger that. We've got RPGs down here.

More RPGs and machine gun fire attempt to shoot them down.

Black Hawk Pilot: Shit, that was close.

Female Pilot: Got a visual on the target.

The Black Hawks arrive at the LZ in the city.

Black Hawk Pilot: Five seconds. Standby for green light.

Vasquez: Get on the rope! Go go!

Marine: Go go go!

The Marines rappel down from the choppers. Jackson rappels down.

Vasquez: 2nd squad on me to the target building! Move!

Some Marines can be seen laying out barb wire fences to block the street.

Marine: Move it, move it! Set up the blocking position! Let's go!

Lt. Vasquez, Jackson, Pvt. Massey and 2nd squad move towards a building.

Vasquez: There's the target building! Left side door breach! Stack up!

They stack up at the door. Vasquez/Massey places a breaching charge on the door.

Vasquez: Blow the charge!

The charge explodes. They breach the building.

Pvt. Massey: Breaching, breaching!

Vasquez: Go go go!

They take out the first two soldiers.

Pvt. Massey: Clear!

Vasquez: Jackson, take point.

Jackson moves downstairs into a weapons room and engages Opfor. The room is clear and the Marines stack up by the door to the next room.

Vasquez: Jackson, throw a flashbang!

Jackson tosses a flashbang into a room and clears it.

Vasquez: All callsigns, check the bodies. We need a positive ID on Al-Asad.

Marine: Negative ID over here Sir.

Marine: No sign of Al-Asad here Sir.

Vasquez: (on radio) HQ, this is Red Dog. Target building is secure but we don't have Al-Asad, over...(after receiving new orders)...Roger that HQ. Out. (To the squad) Heads up! I just got word Al-Asad is broadcasting half a click east of here at a TV station! We're gonna move out on foot and take down the package there. Move out.

They fight through the maze of streets and make their way to the TV station.

Marine: Heads up! Friendlies at your six!

They reach the TV station.

Vasquez: Target building in sight.

Marine: We've got the TV building locked down and surrounded, Sir.

Vasquez: Good. Get in position to breach.

The team stacks up to the entrance. Vasquez/A Marine plants a breaching charge.

Vasquez: Do it!

The breach explodes.

Marine: Breaching, breaching!

Vasquez: Go go go!

They move into the building and encounter some enemies in the halls. They enter the central news room and engage more OpFor. After a long fight, they clear up and move forward.

Vasquez: Room clear! Move up! Al-Asad should be on the second floor!

They move further into the TV station. M1 Abrams tanks are seen rolling down the streets.

Marine: Yeah, there goes our boys.

Marine: Oorah. Oorah.

SSgt. Griggs and his squad come out of the foyer.

Griggs: Hold your fire! Friendlies coming out!

Griggs' squad groups with Vasquez.

Griggs: No sign of Moses, sir.

Vasquez: All right. Fall in, Marines. Stay frosty.

They head up the roof of the building. On the way, Marines in the parking lot engage more HCR coming out of an alley below. The Marines move up a roof access stairs.

Griggs: Watch your six, Devil Dog.

They move into a hall and stack up outside the door to the broadcasting studio. Moses can be heard inside the room.

Griggs: I think he's in there. I hear him.

Vasquez: Do it!

A Marine shoots the door hinges with a W1200 and kicks down the door. They enter the room, but it is empty.

Marine: Clear!

Marine: Room clear!

Marine: He's not here.

Marine: (referring to the broadcast of Moses) It's on a loop...the broadcast is a recording.

Griggs: Yeah...Score one for military intelligence!

Vasquez: Griggs, turn that off.

Griggs: Roger that. I got something better anyway.

Vasquez: Command, this is Red Dog. The TV station is secure but there's no sign of Moses. The broadcast is a recording, over... Roger that, Command. Out.

Griggs turns off the broadcast recording and puts on a rap song.

Griggs: Yeah. Oorah.

Vasquez: Marines! Rally up! We got a new assignment. Get your gear, and get ready to move out! Let's go!

[Whiaye]

St. Dye
The WIF (Whiaye intervention force) had disembarked from the fleet which then left for a safer distance.
General Arcadicus was attempting to get in contact with Newell command to see where his men were needed.
"Hunk of junk, can't you do anything to make it work" The general said to the engineer next to him.
"Just hold on for a moment sir, There we go" As he finished it the radio started to pick up communications form the city.
"Get me in contact with Newell command in the city" The general ordered as he left to go check on the supplies still being unpacked.

[Rezua]

Rezua, Eomeria,
Royal Palace

Christina Everen signed heavily as she sat in the Imperial Conference Room. An emergency security meeting had been called to react to the Holy Christian Republic. Christina sipped on a coffee and looked at yet another war plan. She looked up and caught the eye of the Prime Minister. She smiled suddenly and chuckled "Hoelmon, we can't clean up the world for more than five minutes before it f*cks it all up again." Hoelmon nodded solemnly and looked back at the map. Christina groaned and spoke out loud "You know, I should be the last person saying this but...let's try diplomacy. For appearances."

Police Commander Balfour looked at Christina with a stern face "Christina, you are the acting Empress. We are depending on you to make the tough calls." Christina smiled at Balfour, the man who had basically become Ymira's and her own father after Yosef's death. The acting Empress nodded "I know. You can trust me on this one, I think I've got it." A man muttered "Jesus" under his breath. Hoelmon snapped at the unknown individual "This is our acting Empress. If any of you have doubts about her then get out now. Christina Everen may not be the most experienced politician in this room, but she's given more to this empire than us. She has never failed us before, she will not fail us now. Any doubters will slow us down." Christina was taken aback by Hoelmon's support and quickly assumed a sterner face than him.

She glared each of the men and women in the room right in the eye. None could bare her gaze for long. Christina was not herself anymore, she was just like Ymira. Like an Empress. She cleared her throat "Active 10,000 troops and get them moving towards the Newellian Republic. Have all available fighters on stand-by, our allies will end help. Deploy the 4th fleet as well." Christina laced her fingers together and rested her arms on the table in front of her "Now, we are going to start to talk the HCR out of their suicide mission."

Together, the Upper Council created an e-mail to the HCR:

To: Moses Elijah

War is not a kind thing. Many of your people will be killed, as will many of your enemies. Rezua has won wars, but always with a price. To be frank, there is no way for you to win this war. You are completely outnumbered and cannot fight off multiple nations. It is our believe in Rezua to defend the oppressed. We believe that you are oppressed. Christianity is viewed negatively in your country, you feel cornered, threatened. We can't help you if you oppress homosexuals and non-Christians. Cannot you not see that you will become the oppression you fight against? We want to help you but war is not the way. Trust us, we have had enough war to last us for decades. Your people shall only grow sadder with each bullet fired.

For the sake of your people, do not start the killing. As a fellow Christian nation we feel for you. As fellow human beings we feel for you. But killing is not the way of God. As fellow Christians we know that Jesus used non-violence to speak out against injustice. Make peace with us now, and stop your oppression of those who you do not like and this let us help you bring the respect you deserve. We don't want to fight you, but we will fight you, and beat you, for the greater good. Please do not force our hand, no one else will care to help you.

[Pantorrum]

USS Trenton
603 Miles from

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5 A.M.

The Nimitz Class Carrier sat in international waters, holdings its position exactly where Naval High Command has ordered it to be. It had been tasked with launching air craft over a long distance to monitor and report on any events that occurred in Newellia. The carrier and its small escort hadn't actually expected anything to come from the events that day.

The Admiral had been woken up by the dull dinging of his early 80's style alarm clock. He had reached over, smacking down hard on it as he stepped out from the twin size bed that sat snuggly in his cabin. It wasn't difficult for him to rise up so early, as it was something that everyone on the Carrier did every single day. By 6 A.M., the carrier would start its air operations and he would be briefed on any missions that were to be under taken by the Trenton.

Of course, the Admiral knew exactly what it was going to be. The mission would be exactly the same as it has been for the last week.

HOLD POSITION- OBSERVE NEWELLIAN FEDERATION AND THE HOLY CHRISTIAN REPUBLIC

The orders hadn't changed at all. They had been launching AWACS all week. Launching them, landing them, launching them, landing them. It was a repetitive cycle. And it wasn't as if repetitive was all bad. They had been doing almost the same exact thing in the months leading up to Operation Rising Freedom. The difference was that surveillance was for Pantorrum. This, it didn't benefit the nation at all. It was to help in a situation they weren't involved in.

But the Admiral had little say in the matter. He had been told that Orders came down to the Naval High Command. And he knew exactly what that meant. There were only two people who sent orders DOWN to the High Command. The Secretary of Defense and the President himself. And the Admiral was to smart a man to argue the point with either of them. They were leagues above him in sway, and the President had broad public support. Telling the President he had been foolish was just asking to be discharged. Begging for it. And he had no interest for that. Regardless of how wasted a Nimitz was just sitting around, he had to do it. Because apparently, the 3rd Fleets Administrative Zone didn't demand it elsewhere. Even if he wanted to argue, he had to admit, there wasn't anything else to do anyway.

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6:00 P.M.

By the time dinner was over, the Admiral was ready to retire to his quarters. But, they had been order to remain under way until 9:00 P.M. And that was exactly what they were going to do. They had 2 AWACS up near Newellia. One was returning, the other was just arriving. And it wouldn't return for another 2 and a half hours, right when they were scheduled to end. So, acting mildly presumptuously, the Admiral decided to sit back in his chair and drink a cup of coffee.

It wasn't even 9 minutes later that the Carries Commander approached him rapidly.
"Sir, we have reports from the AWACS. It's urgent." The Admiral nearly spit up his coffee as the Command startled him.

"Well," the older Admiral said, his gray hair and wrinkled expression one of anger. "It better damn well be good, Commander. Spit it out!" The Commander nodded, leading him to a monitor.

"Sir, we are tracking 2 Passenger jets that have deviated from the flight plans. We've doubled check with the Federal Aviation Administration, and we are sure they are off course. At their current heading and speed, they'll be passing over Augustine in about 30 minutes or so." The Admiral crinkled his brow as he watched.

Before the Admiral could ask his next question, the Commander had answered it. "And sir, we've tried to contact the flight 3 times, but with no response. The FAA says they lost track of the flights about the time they came into range of the AWACS, meaning whoever is piloting the planes has intentionally tried to mask themselves." The Admiral nodded. He looked around the room as the entire staff glared back at him.

"Don't stare at me, we have jets to scramble! I want 3 F-18's on deck and airborne in 5 minutes! Lets go, lets go people!" He turned to the Commander. "Johnson! Get me a line with the White House right now!"

He hurried away to his office, where a red phone sat on a neatly organized desk. He sat down, waiting for the President's call. Meanwhile, 3 F-18's soared off the flight deck in a row, quickly swooping around and entering a triangular formation as they headed at full speed toward Newellia. Estimated arrival time, 30 minutes. That means that at best, they'd arrive over Augustine at 6:45.

Shortly after the birds were in the Air, the red phone range. The Admiral all but raced to grab it, almost slamming it into the side of his face.
"Mr. President, we have a situation." The Admiral said with a serious tone in his voice. "We are tracking 2 passenger jets that have deviated from the plotted flight path. On their current heading, they will pass over Augustine at 6:45 to 6:50, we're estimating. We cannot establish contact and the planes vanished from the FAA monitors when we started tracking them. If I get permission, sir, we can shoot them down before they get over the city. I've got 3 F-18's in route right now, but they wont arrive until 6:45."

President Glendale listened patiently on the other end, taking ever word in and considering his options.
"Admiral, I'll let you make the call on whether or not shoot down those planes. If you can't get them to respond and allow for escort, then you do what you have to do. If this is anything like the attack in Victoria years ago, then you may have to shoot them down or a lot more lives could be lost." The Admiral nodded as the President hung up before he could say 'yes sir'.

Rushing from the room, he stood on the Carriers command bridge, looking out as the after burners of the F-18's vanished over the horizon.

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6:41 P.M.

The Jets were nearing their targets, just a over a or so miles out. That meant it would be a good 6 minutes before they actually caught up to them at their current speed, and But according to Mission command, they didn't have 6 minutes. The planes would be over the City in 2 minutes at their current speed, and their was was no way the fighters would arrive in time. The AWACS had actually been forced to land to refuel, so for some time they had actually lost track of the deviating passenger jets. In that time, the jets had sped up and started descending toward the towers.

Every minute passed by slowly, as the entire carrier sat ready. The Admiral nervously drummed his fingers against the table, and when 6:43 struck, something strange happened. In just a few second, the planes vanished from the AWACS radar. They simply disappeared all together.

"Commander, what happened? Where did they go?" The commander shook his head as he got off the radio with the AWACS.

"Sir, it seems the AWACS report that the jet liners struck two towers in Augustine. The could see the flash from 20,000 feet. It seems we were just 3 minutes out, Admiral. We almost had them."

The Admiral slammed his fist against the table as he closed his eyes and shook his head.
"Damn it, almost isn't good enough! There is no telling how many people died just now!" The commander looked down, now equally disappointed after fully thinking about everyone lost.
"Leave the 18's over the city. Watch for any deviating aircraft. Keep the AWACS up for another 3 hours. We won't let anymore through."

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8:00 A.M the next morning

PNN

"Thanks for tuning in to PNN, I'm Barbara Sandrea. This morning we have a breaking story out of Newellia. It seems at 6:43 P.M. yesterday afternoon, 2 passenger jets slammed into the tallest towers in the city of Augustine, Newellia, killing an estimate 3,400. The attack is being blamed on the Holy Christian Republic, despite a lack of solid evidence to that claim. In response, the President has mobilized elements of the 3rd fleet to help assist Newellia. 2 Ticonderoga Class Cruisers, a Wasp Class Amphibious Assault Ship, and an Arleigh Burke Destroyer are being moved to Newellian waters and will arrive in approximately one day."

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[Romaleus]

Tag. I'm going to post tomorrow.

[Belantica]

Undisclosed Meeting Room, Parliament Building, Center City
8:23 PM last night

Presdient Narrows walked into the room, where several military leaders were already sitting, waiting for his arrival.
"It's pretty late calling a meeting like this,"Narrows said,"I was just finishing up dinner downtown with my family, then I get a call from you lot about something involving Newellia and the HCR".

"That's correct, sir" Defense Minister Linebecker said, while shuffling through papers he had in hand about the current situation, "You see, the HCR for a long time was under hiding and recently, deciding to 'come out' as their leader claimed, and had started several attacks on the government of Newellia and coordinating terror attacks in many of their cities, claiming civilian lives in the name of religion. Funnily enough, I'm not the one proposing an intervention, both the Common House and the Senate are asking for you to do something about this crisis".

"I see," Narrows responded,"and from what I see in this room, you assembled many of our military leaders and experts here tonight, probably against whatever they were planning to do tonight".

"Well, I wasn't planning on much of anything", spoke up Elizabeth Westin, the Grand Air Marshall,"so naturally I wasn't really bothered by needing to attned this meeting, except it is kind of late and I would really like to fly back down to Nuranto sooner or later so I can get home. But yes, the issue of Newellia and the HCR has been raising concerns from many people, including those within the ranks".

"What my colleague the Air Marshall is saying is we should actually head over there and help out the rightful, just government in place", said Grand Admiral Peter Mauser of the navy,"for too long, we have been sitting on our hands and letting all the other free nations of this world go in and stop such conflicts. However, due to the Senkarian debacle that happened not too long ago, many of those nations are too exhausted or too inept to do anything about the HCR, which puts us in a position to put our navy and air force back into the status of being one of the best of the best!"

"I can see you're quite enthusiastic about this, Mr. Mauser,"Narrows replied,"But are you sure that this won't backfire horribly on us?"

"Rest assured, that I will have one of my best admirals under my command to make it short and sweet," Mauser said," Carol McGreggor of the 2nd fleet I know is very persistent in her work, and I believe that sending the 2nd up there under her command will help provide assistance to those who are against the HCR, which is growing by the day, or hour even".

"Alright, but I don't want this ending up a total stalemate either." Narrows replied back.

"Mr. President, if you'll give me a moment", spoke up General Amber Constantine, head of the anti-terrorism committee.

"Go ahead, general."

"You see, the HCR is not a legitimate government organization", Amber began to say," But rather a large terrorist organization claiming to be the "rightful" government of Newellia, and even trying to extend such claims worldwide. This group, more or less, is made up of religous extremists wishing to turn our free world into a theocratic society where everyone is forced to believe one thing, their book of fairy tales called "The Bible", and not question their rule, which is by their little book. Now last time I checked, our nation is very secular and is in general, non very religious. And one thing that would make a nation fulls of atheists is to be forced to abide by the rules set by some religoius nutcase in a faraway land"

"You you have some points there, general," Narrows replied to her tangent,"but my problem is if it turns into something that is long and where no progress is being made".

"That is why I am suggesting, along with the others, to send in a naval fleet and a few squadrons of the air force to help with the conflict for Newellia, to protect their freedoms which they have won recently".

"Okay, I guess I can put two and two together," Narrows said in a tone where he has made up his mind," Both Parliament and you guys want me to authorize to send a small fleet of the navy to be sent over with a few squadrons of fighters from the air force, and because of those forces, I will authorize this to be done, just keep in short and sweet, as Mauser said'.

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Admiral McGeggor's office, Fairton Navy Yard, Fairton, MT.
7:22 AM this morning

Admiral McGreggor looked outside one of the windows of her office over the yard, she saw it bustling with activity, since it is uncommon to see much movement going on normally. Why the yard was full of trucks, sailors, officers, and crate of supplies was because of the order from the MOD to send the 2nd fleet, in which she commanded, over to Newellia to assist in the conflict. Earlier that morning, she met with the captains of the 7 ships that made up the 2nd, and gave them the rundown of the what was happening, some of them were a bit reluctant, but agreed to fulfill the MOD's order from Center City. The carrier, BNS Vanguard is the most important ship of the 2nd fleet, being one of Belantica's newest and most advanced carriers to date, that is carrying enough planes and crew to provide substantial aerial support for anyone it's working for, and driving down like a hammer for those who are in the air force's sights. She had out her watch to make sure the ships were out of the docks by 7:30 this morning, and hopefully, all the crew makes it to the docks in a timely manner.

Dock 21, where BNS Vanguard is moored, Fairton Navy Yard
7:25 AM
Airman Freddie McDaniel, known by his nickname of "The Joker of The Skies", walked up the catwalk of the Vanguard and thought to himself "Man, good to be back in the pilot's seat". He proceeded into the are where the pilots are quartered, and dropped off his stuff next to his footlocker. For a nice view of deprture from the harbor, he went up to the flight deck, where he crossed paths with a petty officer.

"Oi, careful airboy." The officer said to McDaniel.

"Ahh, I see you don't know who I am." McDaniel replied.

"Your name, son?" The officer asked.

"First Airman Freddie McDaniel, rule of the sky!"

"Oh, my apologies, you're the famed "Joker" That I've heard about!"

"Yep, that's me, right here in the flesh."

"Well, pleased to meet you, I'm officer Harry Pearson, and welcome aboard the Vanguard."

"Are you by any chance related to the great Robert Pearson? The one who went around blowing up factories and railyard with his brother during the 2nd World War?"

"Yessire, that's my old grandfather there."

"Damn, your family seems to be everywhere I look."

"Yeah, I swear we must have something to do with the founding of this nation, and everything that happened. And not to metnion I have a few cousins who are more likely to continue the family's legacy of doing rather insane things."

"Well, I guess you are the one that's probably the least likely to live up to your name."

"Meh, it's not anything major towards me, I was just born with it. And here I am, a lonely petty officer on board an aircraft carrier, related to a man who destroyed entire industrial complexes some 70 years ago, and now I'm heading over the Ventismar, just like he did."

"Well, I'd hate to keep you from your duties, Harry, since you are an officer aboard this fine vessel, maybe we might see each other around more."

McDaniel then continued his way towards the flightdeck to get a good view of the Fairton harbor and skyline as the fleet shoved off into the great blue ocean.

Harry Pearson went towards his quarters, where he sat down to open up his agenda, filled with various notation, doodles, and tibits of information about his ship, which a though of as his second home.

At 7:30 sharp, the airhorns of the Vanguard blew loudly, the ties came off the ships, and the 2nd fleet slowly made it's way through the busy and beautiful Fairton harbor, making their way towards Newellia on a mission to protect a free nation from an oppressive organization. McDaniel stood on the bow of the Vanguard, watching the skyline pass by on their way to the sea.

[Romaleus]

August 22, 7:54 P.M
Romalean Capitol Building

President Remigo Mazzotti was sitting at his desk in the capitol building reading the most recent new on his desktop monitor. All the news had a similar title that read something like: HCR hijackers crash planes into Augustine Towers and 3,400 innocent people killed in build collisions. Everyone in Romaleus sat in silence, praying as the horror unfolded. The President swiped the sweat off his face with his hand. His face was stern and serious, staring into the text that lay on his screen. He couldn't remember ever seeing such a murderous act as President. Just then, the Prime Minister, Marcello Accorso, and Head of State, Louis Armellino, along with the whole cabinet, burst through the president large wooden door. Their faced also added to room's tone.

The Parliament had just voted about the course of action to be taken by Romaleus. However, the President also had a say in the matter. The men and women filled the President in about the war in general, what can be done, and how can Romaleus help end the war. The conversation was long as each advisors gave his view on the war and Romaleus getting involved. However, before insurrection could begin, diplomacy would have to come first. The advisors battled each about how to end the war. Finally the room fell silent as President Mazzotti spoke. "I believe the way to end this war is through diplomacy first. We should speak with with the HCR's leader and understand where his hate is coming from, and ask him to end this end. If he accepts we shall send peacekeepers and medical aid to Newellia and help rebuild what has been destroyed. However, if they deny, I see no other way but to aid ours allies like Rezua in an intersection against the Holy Christian Republic.

To: Moses Elijah
From: Representatives of Romaleus

We believe that there is still a way for you to end this war. We believe that your people feel oppressed because of their religious beliefs and the way you felt that you can is to oppress the homosexuals and non-christians. Though, by doing this, you have become the oppressor. It is felt that your judgement was blinded by your hate for homosexuals and non-christians and therefore your recent actions have been irrational to say the least. If you felt so cornered, you should not have created a war that you are certain to loss. You could have brought this issue up with other countries like us and we would have gladly help Newellia sort out the problem. Even though you have done wrong, their is still time to do right. End this war before it is escalated any further. If so, the Parliamentary Republic of Romaleus will send aid and relief for those who have been injured and help rebuild the destroyed. Though, if you choose to deny our first proposal, Romaleus will be left with no choice but to forcefully disband the HCR. You are a threat to all of Ventismar and also to the whole world and should be treated as so. The choice is up to you.

[Vukmire]

McKnight
Larry McKnight peered into the distance of the city engulfed in fighting, a light, condescending scowl on his face as he moves the binoculars from his eyes and squints down at the plumes of smoke and blinks with the gunshots echoing from the conflict below. Larry stood at the commanders hatch on his IFV, 150 men behind him in their vehicles as well, watching the first and second company make their way down into the city, their primary objective to support Newellian forces and to call in offshore fire support from Vukmiri Vessels should it be needed. "That's Saint Dye huh? Man... we are screwed if we're going down there." He says, shaking his head as he gestures to a random soldier carrying a mortar. "So what? This hill is gonna become an artillery position in a week? Who knows if we will even hold out by then, and our tank battalion doesn't come until two, no air support, tough missile ROE restrictions... what nut job approved this?" Soon a young man would open the back door to the IFV and knock on the metal armor above the roof. "Yo McKnight! We gotta go man! We're on our own man since we're going to the left flank and first and second are going to the right, plus we gotta let the engineers set up artillery positions, so you need to get back in and we need to go!" Larry would groan and look into the distance at Saint Dye. "I'm not gonna die here, but... there's no use postponing it any longer I suppose." With that said he sinks back into the IFV and closes the commanders hatch, his vehicle roaring to life with the rest of the company as they drive and begin to enter the hell scape city below.

Roy
All he could hear is the ringing of his ears, his jaw open in fear and fright as the red emergency light and open hole in the side of the APC clearly highlighted the mangled status of his comrade, mostly the empty cavity in his head that used to be where his grey matter was. Roy could feel his neck be constrained and his breathing grows heavy as he is dragged out of the APC by his superior officer. "We just survived a direct hit from an RPG! And the first thing you do is open your mouth and sit there!? You aren't fit for war boy!" His officer says, pushing Roy into cover in a ruined building while a sniper bullet streams past them both, leaving the signature whipping noise. Roy, clutching his own sniper rifle decides to seek higher ground and scales the ruined building, jumping up and reaching for the roof, watching his APC's autocannon fire non stop at the enemy forces. Roy looks out into the enemy line and spots the sniper behind a tree, quickly Roy brings his rifle up and sets his crosshairs on the snipers chest, firing and sending him tumbling down to the ground, Roy sighing and coming to terms quickly that he just shot and killed a man.

Vukmiri forces would approach the crumbling city of Saint Dye, with 5 companies of 150 men, the first and second company would support the right flank of allied forces, the third moving to the left flank by itself, and the fourth and fifth moving to reinforce the central positions and ensure proper logistical flow and supply. The remaining soldiers would be on a hill over looking the city, setting up a command post and artillery positions that would arrive in about a weeks time along with surface to air assets to ensure air superiority over the battlefield. Vukmiri vessels would await orders to fire missiles, but under restrictive guidelines in order to avoid as many civilian causalities as possible, the guidelines being: Firing in an urban area is prohibited, Missiles fired must be first approved by the commander of the operations, before firing the area must be scouted to ensure no civilian presence, firing in villages and towns is prohibited unless it is confirmed by the Newellian government that the area has been evacuated.

[The Holy Christian Republic]

A message to all nations from the Prophet Moses Elijah.

YOU FOOLS! YOU REALLY THINK YOUR INFIDEL ARMIES CAN STOP US, OUR ALMIGHTY GOD WILL SMITE YOU ALL! MAY GOD'S CURSE BE UPON YOU! WE SHALL SLAUGHTER YOU ALL! MAY GOD SAVE US FROM THE NATIONS OF THE WORLD! . YOU ARE WEAK, NEWELLIA, YOUR ALLIES ARE WEAK! YOU WILL ALL DIE!

[Rezua]

Rezua, Eomeria,
Royal Palace

The Upper Council Had gathered once again. Christina looked down at Moses Elijah's response to her offer. She scoffed "There do they dig up these brainless maniacs. He doomed Christianity in Newell because of this bullshit." Christina shook her head and said "There is no way to stop an insane man. Except, of course, to kill him. Our main objective is to destroy the government of the HCR and to try and safe the Christian people of the HCR from their control. Begin moving our troops into the HCR. I want bombing runs and drone strikes on all known HCR military bases and positions. Moses Elijah thinks God will save him from the joint strength forces of the nations coming against him. Well, even the original Moses was denied entry into the Promised Land. Let's keep this Moses from ever seeing the end of his goal."

10 miles from the Newell Border

At Christina's orders, tanks and troops began to be transported to the north of Rezua. 3,000 troops already were in that region of the country. Marhilda, Isaak, and Volker stood on the edge of a port. Most of the soldiers they serviced with in Senkaria were either retired from service or dead. These three remained for the love of their country. Isaak took in the surrounding scenes of Rezua. The bay was calm, just hugging Rezua's border before the land turned up into Newell. They would be transported by land, but their support would come from the sea, thus the meeting in the port. Isaak looked at Volker, his friend and second in command, to see the same face he'd seen for the last ten years. Proud, stern, and brave. They weren't as young as they were when they joined at 18. But 28 was still young enough to fear death before living a full life. Volker never showed that fear, the fear painted on so many other faces, even if faces tried to hide it behind smiles. Isaak nodded at Volker "I argee. We will win."

[Federal Republic of Newellia]

NEWELLIA FREE, INVASION OF THE HOLY CHRISTIAN REPUBLIC BEGINS

Invasion of the HCR

This is Mark Obama reporting for Newellia News Now. Today the coalition began to invade the Holy Christian Republic and has already seized a good chunk of their territory. The Holy Christian Republic, led by Moses Elijah, is already beginning to collapse within itself as Newellian Esotana, Vukimire, and Asnazian forces cornered them like animals. May the Coalition win, and God bless you all.


[b]Newellian and Rezuan forces in the HCR[/i]

[Belantica]

BNS Vanguard, somewhere on the open ocean
12:37 PM

Admiral McGreggor proceeded down a hallway towards the bridge of the Vanguard, carrying a small tablet in her right hand. Once at the doorway to the bridge, she opened it to meet with the captain of the vessel.

"Ahh, Admiral McGreggor!" The captain spoke up, while giving a short salute," Pleasure to have you up on the bridge of this fine vessel!"
"It's a pleasure to here here as well, captain," McGreggor replied, "Also, I just got an email from MOD, they just said that they sent 3 more destroyers to help with this operation, and I just got word that they'll be near our current position within a few hours."
"Well, ain't that something." The captain said back.
"Also," McGreggor chimed in,"Now the Rezuans, the Engleans, and now the Romaleuans are starting to help out. I got words that the Rezuans are starting to send up troops into HCR lands, while the Engleans have positioned their navy to start prepaing to land marine units on the side, and there also a Pantoran carrier up there just monitoring, although I'm not positive if they'll get involved or not, since we know know how much of a Leroy Jenkins those lads can be."
McGreggor looked out the window out towards the sea, scanning the water for those 3 destroyers that the MOD had sent, as she was now expecting them to arrive at any moment.

One of the navigation officers watching the radar then saw something pop up on the radar screen.
"Captain, admiral," the officer said, "I see that those ships are coming in hot, I think they've been running at full speed to catch up."
"Damn, those destroyers sure can move." McGeggor said to the officer,"Also, let me know when you see another large vessel pop up, since I also was told that a vessel from Aznazia, a carrier to be exact, is meeting up us to help with the effort, providing another base of operations for aerial units and what not."
"Sure will do, admiral." The officer said back, then began to monitor the radar again for the Aznazian carrier.
"How nice of them to give us another ship to host our fighters on," The captain said to McGeggor, "Lucky for us, I believe they also have a crew aboard to do run the ship, while we just provide the planes and pilots for those tactical airstrikes, which will be quite a show from the deck."
"Yep, it will be a show alright." McGreggor replied, while checking her watch to see what time it is. She then moved over to one of the bridge's various windows to look over the sea again, watching for both the small flotilla of destroyers from the homeland, and for the Aznazian carrier they are expecting to meet up with later on today."

At that moment, McDaniel walked into the bridge.
"Oh hey fellas," he said, "hope y'all aren't too busy up here."
"Not really, just playing a waiting game." The captain replied.
"That's what most of what war is now, waiting, and more waiting." McDaniels said sarcastically to the captain.
"Sheesh, you always seem to find a new way to exploit joy out of other people's expense, don't you?" said the captain.
"Not necessarly, but now that you put it that way, I guess that's kinda true." McDaniels replied with a smile that a cynical jerk would make.
"Okay biys, enough of the small talk, we still need to wait for these other ships to meet up, "McGreggor said with a sharp tone," and also we need to figure out how the hell we're going to get additional fighters and VTOLs over to this lent carrier, which may take a while."
"Aye aye, admiral" McDaniels said," I guess I'll just walowitz back down to the flight deck and play a game of cards while we wait for these slow pokes to catch up."
"Okay, just don't brother me or the captain again, ya' hear?" McGreggor replied.
McDaniel then left the bridge and went back down to the flight deck, where he took a seat on one of the various boxes sitting on the deck, and got out his pack of cards to play a game of poker with some of the midshipmen and officers aboard.

Just then, Harry walked up, and gave a friendly wave to McDaniel sitting on a crate.
"Oh hey Freddie, what's up?"
"Oh nothin' much, just went to the bridge to see what going on."
"To what, chew the ears off of the captain and the admiral?"
"I guess you can put it that way, besides, we're getting some new ships joining our little parade."
"Really? Which ships?"
"well, I believe we have 3 new destroyers heading up from the homeland, and a carrier from Aznazia joining up to give us more space for the pilots to carry out their work."
"Well, what a party this be be."
"You can say that again."
"Now, you playing a game of cards?"
"I'm panning to."
"Well, I hope you don't mind me joining in, I don't have much to do on this boring-ass ship."
"Then pull up a box or a barrel and take a seat!"
"Sure thing, mate! Also, what does your folks back home think?"
"Ehhh, they're proud of me, at least my pop is, but mum thinks I'm some kinda suicide jokey."
"Meh, don't worry. All I know is by parents are a little worried, and my cousin Karen sent me an email telling me how I need to not screw up, or how she'll give me hell come around the next family reunion, that crazy lady she is."
"Oh, you're related to that hotshot detective in New Aulens, huh?"
"Unfortunately."
"Why you say that? Is it because you're scared of her kicking your arse if you manage to fuck up big time?"
"I guess you can put it as that, hopefully once we return, we don't end up in NACA, but knowing how these sailors are, that's gonna be high on the list of places to turn them lose at all the bars in that town."
"I went there once, and had a hell of a time, although I couldn't remember a lot."
"Let's just shuddup and play some cards, alright"
"Sure thing, buddy."
"Freddie and Harry then proceeded to play some cards to pass time waiting for the rest of the ships to make their appearance.

[Pantorrum]

USS Talon
6 Miles from Newllian/HCR Border

The Wasp Class Amphibious Support ship had been moving steadily forward, setting its course squarely on the border where it could be most useful. It had been moving with reserved speed, having been ordered to not rush an arrival before Naval Command had given a detailed plan.

She moved with a rather formidable escort, involving 2 Ticonderoga Class Cruisers and an Arleigh Burke Missiles Destroyer. The small task force had been tasked with delivering, safely, 1,800 Marines to the battlefield, and proving helicopter and naval support to allied forces on the ground. And they had recently received word that the USS Trenton would, after all, be joining them in due time.

For now, however, it was time to begin deployment. The Rear Admiral in command of the task force had been up for the last 6 hours on the bridge, personally keeping an eye on all operations, almost taking charge to the point of micromanaging. After the failure to prevent the jet liners from reaching the city, he didn't want to mistakes of his own. They had to be on their game, ready to deploy and take immediate action. This was no longer a matter of observation, it was a matter of war. The HCR had launched an attack, of which they would not recover. Naval Command was adamant, this would be the end of the HCR and beginning of a free state.

The ships came to a halt within the next 30 minutes, positioning themselves loosely together along the coast. They were now 3 miles out, and the Arleigh Burke sat 400 yards West of the Talon. The two Ticonderoga Frigates were positioned separately, one 500 yards behind the Amphib, to the East, and the other was 300 yards to the south, closer to chore than any other vessel.

The Rear Admiral finally gave the order after the word came that the offensive had moved within the HCR. He voice echoed out over the ships intercom system.
"All crew, battle stations. I repeat, all crew to battle stations."

Within a minute, crew ran from place to place, carrying out the orders they had received before hand. Thousands of Marines had mobilized across the ship, hundreds moving to the flight deck and hundreds more to the 8 mechanized landing craft and 1 Landing Craft Air Cushion below the Amphib.

Sirens blared on the Arleigh Burke as it received the order to begin the missile strike. 6 Verticle Launch systems opened their hatch as Tomahawk Cruise Missiles burst upward, turnign at about 2,000 feet up and swiftly moving toward the HCR. Their targets had been pinned by the AWACS that the USS Trenton had kept fueled and airborne over the past several hours.
All 6 were aimed to strike key coastal defensive positions where the Marines had been assigned to land.

As the last of the 6 Tomahawks burst out, the landing craft moved slowly forward with their transport of 200 Marines and an M1A2, inching their way toward shore. 20 Osprey's lifted off from the deck of the USS Talon carrying a total of 640 Marines, followed swiftly by 3 F-35's that had just lifted vertically from the Amphib's flight deck. It didn't take them long to soar past the slower but still fast moving Osprey's, flying quickly towards the shore where they were going to lay down heavy air support before the Marines reached land.

[Rezua]

Crossing the Border Into the HCR

The march had been long for the soldiers of the 93rd Armored Battalion. Not because they were walking, but because being in their tanks for so long was so boring. The battle had finally begun for them, and now their boredom was blown away, just like their opposition. The tanks reached the border just after the air force began to begin pounding from above. Shortly afterword, the infantry arrived and took cover in taken fortification.

Breach-point A, since this was the first breach-point, was a two mile long stretch of land under the full wrath a maelstrom. 5,000 soldiers and 200 tanks unloaded onto the HCR forces, all the while, Rezuan aircraft circled over head like vultures. The tanks had formed a star point into the enemy line. The triangle drew the fire, while the side-points took out those going down the center. Every half an hour, the tanks slowly advanced, then stopped again in the same formation.

Isaak and Volker had taken cover behind a large cluster of rocks. Besides them were their new squad-members, as well as the other squads now under Isaak's command. Isaak ordered his soldiers to stay in cover until a group of enemy soldiers got too close. At this range, infantry were still at a disadvantage. Isaak caught the eye of one of his men- young Deumox- and follow his hand gesture. Deumox was like that, alert and quiet. If he had a minute of warning he could disapper into any terrain.

A group of 100 enemy troops were charging at the tanks. Isaak's troop numbered 75, but they had the element of surprise. Isaak turned to Mortar-leader Gregory and ordered quietly "Send a mortar right behind them. They'll be confused and head towards us. Then we'll finish them." The motars roared once and slammed into the rear of the advancing column. The enemy turned to take cover in the rocks. When they were within 30 feet the Rezuans sprung up, howling like demons out of hell, guns blazing like a sea of flame. The bodies of the first few rows fell into pieces. The enemy panicked but returned fire. Some Rezuans were killed but by now the enemy had been cut down into only a handful. They returned and ran, still being chased by bullets. Volker said swiftly "That's how you ambush the enemy."


The lead tank, known as Goliath, was under the command of Ashley Johnswin. Johnswin sat inside the tank, giving orders to her gunners, Sam Regnel, and Travis Willingham. Johnswin and Sam were gnomes compared to the bearded Travis. He was musclar, handsome and amazing strong. Sam was a shorter man, with quick hands and a quicker tongue. Johnswin used her calm demeanor to keep the men focused and in high spirits in battle.

Johnswin saw ten tanks lumbering at the Rezuan tank column. Johnswin shouted "Range: 20 yards out! Load high explosive!" Sam and Travis followed their orders, passing a quick joke at the same time. Then Sam took aim and fired the shell. A tank exploded, followed by another, the third was damaged. However, a Rezuan tank also was lost. Johnswin and gave the range of the next tank. The enemy was going to pay.

Far up in the clouds was Princess Chrisitna's second-in-command, Lieutenant Krause. Krause ordered his men to chase off any fighters that came close to halting the bombing runs. One enemy jet roared passed Krause and dove down after the Rezuan tank column. The Rezuan man turned on a dime and locked on and fired. He watched as the enemy plane fell to the earth, harmless.

HCR waters

The Rezuan fleet had reached HCR waters. It was made of 20 ships, since the Rezuan navy only had about 90 warships. These 20 included 11 destroyers, 2 cruisers, 1 main carrier, 2 submarines, 2 destroyer-carriers. The RIN Christina launched most of the aircraft attacking the northern part of the HCR. The destroyer-carriers acted as missile defense as well as anti-submarine ships. The goal of this fleet was to aid in the blockade of HCR as well as act as a attack and supply depot.

[The Shady Looking Vukmiri Delegates]

With the city of Saint Dye being taken by coalition forces, Vukmire has officially announced the end of its advancement into the country at the city and would like to let the rest of coalition forces take reign into the invasion of HCR territory to the west. Vukmiri forces will remain in the city, ensuring that it is well defended and aiding the distribution of humanitarian needs and services. The battle cruiser task group has officially ceased and orders are to return back to the mainland and let air forces take over the distribution of heavy fire support. With Vukmiri forces seizing the airport inside the city, they have opened up allied air traffic to the coalition forces and have allowed for the landing of supply planes, jet fighters, and other aircraft. A Vukmiri supersonic strike V/STOL squadron has arrived and will be willing to supply friendly forces with air support if they need it. However the restrictions on missiles and such are the same as before with the battle carrier group. The Vukmiri forces have been left with 550 men and 15 tanks and 20 armored vehicles. The Vukmiri casualties in the battle are estimated to have reached up to 120-140 with the destruction of three armored APC's.

[Rezua]

OOC: Yes he said I could use his troops

Y woke up and saw the light of the moon outside the window. Y groaned as she turned to look over her left shoulder, past Mary, and look at the clock. It was 4:42 am, but for some reason she'd woken up. She found Mary's arm still around her mid-section and felt the presence of the other woman behind her. They did not have much time to spend the night together often. Y had still not come out yet and was afraid of her parent's religious zeal. This weekend, Y's parents were away on business, so Y had run off to Mary's small apartment to share the weekend with her lover.

Mary stirred behind her and tightened her grip on Y ever so slightly. Mary was a few years older than Y, living off campus from the university nearby. Mary never liked having to send Y away and tried to push their meetings as long as she could. Mary exhaled softly in Y's ear to show her she was awake. "Morning, dear" Mary whispered. Y turned so that she was facing Mary. Mary looked over at the clock and sighed "Man it's early." Besides the clock was Y's application for the armed forces. Mary frowned when she saw it and turned back to Y and said "You don't need to go join the army to get away from them. Come to the university with me." Y smiled and stroked Mary's hair "I'll be fine, I want to join." Mary smiled "Well...if that's what you want." Y nodded "You can be the smart one, I'll be the strong one." Y put her head down to go back to bed, but Mary seemed to want to stay up, just to take in the moment again. Mary leaned down and kissed Y's lips and whispered into her ear "Sleep well, Ymira."

On The Way To Coalition Controlled HCR

Y woke up from her nap and sighed. Mary...she was gone. Why did sleep always have to haunt her? The Rhodeve girl sat in the narrow walkway oblivious to the others around her. Or maybe oblivious wasn't the right word, she was aware of them but took no part in the conversation. The young Rhodeve soldier kept to herself, it was her nature. This transport aircraft happened to be a Rhodeve one but the Rezuans had sent aircraft to help move troops as well. It really wasn't necessary, the Rhodeve could move 400 soldiers by themselves. The Rhodeve could have moved the troops just as fast without the Rezuans. The young soldier made these observations silently. Y thought to her self The Rezuans, as usual, are doing their damnedest to be the best little heroes they could be. Y didn't dislike Rezuans, they just seemed to be odd people to her. Why were they so willing to always out-do everyone? To Y, it reflected their inferiority complex.

Y looked out the window and saw the sea below. They were going to land near the north of the HCR and push in from there with the rest of the coalition. They were going to meet the Rezuans in the middle. Many soldiers were eager to meet the Rezuans again. Most of this group of Rhodeve had never seen the Rezuan Army. They had heard rumors, heard of the war's Rezua fought. Some were inspired, others thought the Rezuans were foolhardy for going to war so many times. Regardless of the reason, the Rhodeve were curious to see what their few commonwealth members were like.

[Aznazia]

FRAS Menderson
500 Nautical Miles from the Holy Christian Republic

Captain Gibson made his up to the bridge of the light carrier after a quick nap before they met up with the Belantican naval forces. It had taken 5 days to reach the point where the meet up was scheduled and had nearly burnt out an engine trying to catch up with the Belantica fleet. The 40 year old "Mendie" was nearly at the end of here career and was only a month away from decommissioning when someone up in the chain of command felt that they might have the perfect opportunity to show that Mendie might be old but she still had enough life in her to warrant her sale. This would than give time for Aznazia to receive a new class of light carriers that were behind schedule and then sell new carriers to replace the old Menderson class.

The cold Ventismarian ocean air sweet across the pilot house walkway as Captain Gibson climbed the exterior gangway to the bridge. He pulled his slicker closer to him as ocean spray rained down on him as the ship pitched up and down. 'Damn it was cold' as he cursed himself for taking the "scenic route" to the bridge. However he was still happy that he would be able to conn his ship one last time before she was retired from the Aznazian navy. The bridge was full of crewmen standing over the plotting table, watching the radar, and one man on the ship's wheel. As opposed to the more modern that use a small metal wheel, the Mendie still had the traditional wood wheel that ships had been using for centuries. Gibson always loved the fact that he still conned a ship that had a bridge that looked like a ship's bridge as apposed to a tech store.

"Capt'n, the destroyer BNS Watkins is sailing just astern of us on the port side." Said the XO Jim McKenzie (Executive Officer). McKenzie had been Gibson's XO since 2013 and loved his job and ship almost as much as his wife and two kids at home. Gibson took the binoculars from McKenzie and focused them on the Belantican destroyer that had managed to catch up with them. Onboard were 25 pilots of the Belantican navy under the command of CAG (Commander, Air Group) Captain Gavin O'Hare.

"Have they begun moving the pilots over to us yet?" Asked Gibson.

"Yes sir, Captain O'Hare is already on board and being shown up here now to meet with you. Our escorts Jenny (FRAS William E. Jensen) and Lowery (FRAS Anna W. Lowery) have begun to peel off and are heading back to Aznazia."

Just then the Belantican CAG came on the bridge and the sailor of the watch called out "Officer on Deck!" causing everyone to stand up a little straighter or salute the commander. Captain Gibson saluted and then reached out his hand to shake O'hare's.

"Welcome aboard your new home Captain." Said Gibson.

"The pleasure is all mine Captain." Replied O'Hare with a smile. "The last of my men are arriving aboard and will be ready to start conducting flight operations as soon as they get acquainted with their aircraft."

Gibson lead O'hare over to the port side of the bridge and pointed down at the stern elevator of the flight deck where a Belantican VTOL fighter was rising up from the hanger below.

"We are ready when you are and will will be within visual range of Admiral McGeggor's 2nd fleet in a few hours. I will show you around the ship and make sure you and your men are feed if they are hungry." After gesturing of O'Hare to follow him, Gibson lead the way to the interior gangway and down to the officer's mess hall. Once there Gibson pulled out a bottle that he had "stowed away" and poured both of them a drink.

"Thank you for the hospitality Captain Gibson I hope our mission goes well and that we all return home safe", said O'Hare as he toasted and the two men drank.

[Belantica]

Bridge of the BNS Vanguard
500 Nautical Miles from the HCR
4:37 PM
"Admiral", one of the communication officers spoke up, "I just got word that Captain O'Hare is now on board the Aznazian ship, known as the FRAS Menderson, or better known by her nickname "The Mendie". He's has met up with Captain Gibson on the carrier, and is making itself comfortable on board, as well as the pilots that got transferred over."
"Excellent to hear!" McGreggor replied to the officer," Now since our friends are with us, I believe it is about time to head up toward Newellia and start operations ASAP."
"May take a while," The captain Vanguard spoke up, "Since we have to sail a bit closer to the HCR without straying into Arvian waters, since I got a message that they decided to go total neutral again, and therefore will throw a temper tantrum if any foreign naval vessel enters their territorial waters, and that includes us."
"Well," McGreggor replied,"we should taker a look at the charts to see where these waters are exactly so they won't give us hell about accidentally wondering into their waters, because I personally don't feel like playing diplomat with a nation that doesn't really want to be diplomatic in any sense, since that isn't my area iof specialty, now is it?."
"I'll go see if I can find some charts," one of the navigation officers said, "I know we have a chart of these water lying around here somewhere, probably shoved in a closet or something. But, I'll try to dig it up."
"Sure, go do that", McGreggor said to the NO, "And while you're at it, run and grab me a cup of coffee, I'm feeling as though I'll need one sooner or later."
Aye aye, Admiral!" The officer said, and then proceeded to look for the chart of northern Ventismarian waters, and to grab McGreggor a much needed cup of joe.

McGeggor then took a seat behind one of the various counsols that displayed a variety of information about the ship's systems, and glanced over them, even if she didn't understand helf the information on the screens, she still though it was interesting to watch, taking her mind off of the upcoming day.

Deck 3
Freddie checked his watch, and stared out the porthole into the blue and gray emptiness of the ocean sea. Watching the rain pelt against the glass.
"Ugh, the only problem with ocean travel is the vast periods of looking at nothing," He said to himself as he tried to stand straight to the rocking of the ship,"and I need to work on my sea legs, since those navy guys can seem to walk just fine in this kind of weather."
At that moment, an air force officer knocked on the metal door. "McDaniel," he said, "We're starting to draw closer to the mission area, there's going to be a short brief in about 24 hours or so about what we're going to do, since we're about 500 or so miles from their lands."
"Oh great," McDaniel replied through the door," Hopefully they won't give us too much trouble, since I am assuring myself that we'll make quick work out of whatever they have, especially if they got their hands full on the ground."
"You can say that again," the officer replied," all I know is the CAG wants us to give them hell while we're swarming their skies, while the boys and the ground are giving them distractions to take away their attention from our jets!"
"Whatever you say, cowboy." McDaniel replied.
"Okay, I'm gonna let you be now, and please, don't call me 'cowboy', I don't like being called that" The officer said back, then walked off to wherever he's planning to head next.
"so, we're getting closer, huh?" Freddie thought to himself," That means I get to be a show-off again, which I always do enjoy putting on a show for those on the ground, or in the air with me."
Freddie them slumped back onto his cot, and started to dose off, while staying alert of the call to the briefing before getting airborne once more.