Urgently requesting aid against pro-ISIS rebels [MT, OPEN]

[Definitely not Helghan]

Dot.INC HQ, Commercial Sector

Rexxar has just turned on the news to see a massive terrorist attack killed 217 people in a nation that he didn't really pay much attention to. He had word sent to the Enforcer Corps HQ in the military sector to double patrols and reinforce corporate owned mines and offices in and around that nation. Each places Enforcer Marine guards have been doubles from 20 to 40 marines. Each group of Marines will arrive in 1 day to bolster the defenses of the corporate owned areas. Meanwhile airstrikes and 600 marines will be dropped into the nation during the witching hour to hold back ISIS from a city that holds the regional Dot.INC HQ. The Enforcers will mainly be infantry but 12 IFV's and 8 HAV's will acompany them.

[Fuso-]

Imperial Ministry for Foreign Affairs, Kyōto, Province of Yamashiro, the Empire of Fusō

Winters in the capitol of the Empire was generally milder than their equivalents on the European continent, with far more even sunlight than places such as Stockholm and Sudentor. This was one of the reasons the Imperial and Royal Ambassador to the Empire was seen this Monday morning in just a suit ambulating with his suitcase towards the foreign ministry.
His Serene Highness Wilibald Ignaz Wichard Reichsgraf von Wolckenstein had been Imperial and Royal Ambassador to the Empire for a little over 4 years now, and these years have been both enjoyable and at certain times stressful, but he had never had a more difficult task than the one set before him now by his new Foreign Minister. To ask the Empire of Fusō to not only increase its involvement against the Islamic State to such levels that it would essentially equal the Orussian effort, but to defend the states that are being divided up between a multitude of foreign powers like some perverse parody of the Scramble for Africa, some of the involved entities even decidedly unpleasant and others were downright hostile. This would be a daring proposal in normal circumstances, but this was no normal circumstance, as evidenced by the presence of the Ambassador Extraordinary and Plenipotentiary from the Court of Saint James's.
Evidently the Britannians also thought that this recent development was most troublesome indeed.
Arriving on the exact minute of the appointed time with the Imperial Minister for Foreign Affairs they were invited in without a word required, and guided to one of the many spartanly decorated conference rooms (for European tastes) and served tea while waiting for the arrival of the Minister.

---

His Excellency the Prince Saionji Sakurauchi was a seasoned politician in his late 60's, appointed to head the Ministry for Foreign Affairs in 2010 he had a vast wealth of experience behind him, amongst them ambassadorial appointments to the countries that he was hosting today. Arriving in a neatly pressed suit he waved off the attempts by his guests to stand and bow with a smile.
"Your Lordships, courtesy can be reserved for the Sovereign when we meet her, for now let's keep things simple and quick. The faster we can sort out the details the faster we can get a decision made. What do you need?"
"Very well Your Exellency." The British Ambassador the Earl Dalhousie made a reply then started illustrating the current situation in the Middle East and in Diyaristan with no further delay.
"As is clearly seen the Republic of Diyaristan is being torn apart by multiple state actors, some irrational, with a majority of the country threatening to fall under the dominion of the Islamic State in Levant and Syria." There was an audible hush through the room as the Earl Dalhousie spelled out the full name of the vilest state actor since Tamerlane, but Prince Saionji merely nodded, and Earl Dalhousie continued without pause.
"The Orussian forces, with the increased tensions and the prospect of open war in Eastern Europe has slackened off their efforts to contain this situation significantly, and since the EDA forces available on the continent are already tied down the European Defence Association formally requests that the Empire of Fusō assist us in replacing the Orussian forces in theatre as a stabilizing force. This would ideally mean that we deploy as a whole a field army with associated support structures to eliminate the hostiles present and secure peace in the region. Is the Imperial Court and Government in agreement with the points laid out so far?"
"Your Lordships are fully aware that the deployment of a field army requires at least six months am I not wrong?"
"Your Excellency is not wrong... but as we have seen with the Liberion experiment in Iraq a force not decisive enough to occupy a whole country will just lead to open civil war the moment the foreign power withdraws. Of course, the EDA is entirely willing to provide forces to bolster a possible intervention force, but as we have laid out we're... a little wanting in regular formations right now."
Understandably. I shall see what Heika wishes. After all, the final decisions in this country is not up to me or even the Prime Minister... you may accompany me to the Court, the audience should be scheduled by now."
Very well." Rising to their feet the diplomats exchange their bows and proceeded to depart to the Imperial Palace, a mere 20 minutes of a promenade.

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The Imperial Palace, Kyōto, Province of Yamashiro, the Empire of Fusō

The Imperial Palace complex at the old capitol was not a gigantic affair like the Purple Forbidden City in Peking, but it was comparatively modern and had received upgrades and suitable expansions along it's entire existence. Across its vast stretches, from South Sea Islands to the Kuriles, it was here, in-between unassuming patches of sugi that the beating heart of the Empire resided, figuratively and sometimes, literally.
This Monday morning began like all others for Reiko, the Empress of the Empire, unmarried as ever, and thoroughly alone in her single person bed. The main bedrooms in the palace complex had remained untouched since the demise of the last Emperor her father and she had retained the single-room complex to live in she received from him ever since. It was certainly unassuming living but she was approaching 29 and not found somebody to even consider marriage, to her family and house this was concerning but the succession was for the moment not threatened, however she and everybody around her knew clearly that the situation was unsustainable, they simply did not see the necessity to discourteously point the fact out.
Late in the forenoon and well into her morning promenade in the palace gardens her regular schedule saw a sudden interruption from none other than the Ministry for Foreign Affairs. Apparently the Empire's oldest ally was urgently requesting an audience, and postponement was simply impossible. With a long sigh Reiko cut her walk short and followed the fidgety junior aide sent to retrieve her. Appearing in the throne room an hour later, now in the Navy's full dress uniform she cast a glance at today's guests and noted approvingly that they were already in seiza waiting for her arrival. So with no further ado...
"Your Lordships to what do I owe this honour today?"
"Your Imperial Majesty," The Earl Dalhousie began with a bow, "As You may have already been briefed, the Middle Eastern situation has deteriorated to such a degree that a decisive intervention will have to be made before the Orussian lid on top of things blows off and... the consequences are imaginable... the Imperial and Royal Monarchy is far too deep in Serbia to spare the personnel and resources for such an endeavour, and Britannia alone... might not suffice. The required level of involvement we have already discussed with Your Minister for Foreign Affairs, we required however, Your Imperial Majesty's final approval for this intervention as Commander in Chief."
This briefing came certainly as no surprise to her by now, but an hour ago her reaction was certainly one that not radiated the serene disinterest she displayed. They interrupted her schedule for this trivial matter? Did they expect her to refuse? Refuse to pacify the raging metastasising cancer growth that is the Middle East? Adhere to some weird concept of isolationism and non-interventionism? Dishonour the centuries' old alliance with the Britannian Realm? Did they take her for a baka?
Completely unamused she gave a slightly nod in acknowledgement, partly politely and partly to hide the sigh of exasperation that she knew slipped past her demeanour. "Very well, Your Lordships, Minister Prince Saionji, You may have my final approval. Inform the relevant ministers and officers of the coming mobilisation. Anything else?"
"No, Your Imperial Majesty. We're satisfied."
Pulling a sigh now, a bit more visible than the last one, Reiko observed with some interest as her aides left to start the process that would ensure that the Empire would be at formal war for the first time since the Chinese Civil War.

Two hundred miles away in Yokosuka, Hochseestreitkräfte „Herzogin von Braunschweig und Lüneburg, Fürstin von Calenberg“ received new orders just as the crew were leaving their vessels for their expected leave, they would be out again at sea in less than 48 hours.

[Wilayah al-Kala]

Countryside outside Yarlaq

While the soldiers covering the escape of their brothers fought a battle to the death, others prepared to slow down the advance of their enemies in other ways. Major highways, and bridges over vast, dry canyons, especially ones leading to Cilim, were being blown up by the ISIS forces that escaped Yarlaq, disguised as ordinary farmers. Now they were just waiting for a Christoslavian detachment small enough for 10,000 men to catch by surprise along the way.

Above Darullah

ISIS anti-air capabilities appeared to be much stronger than anticipated, however. While its jet fighters are not numerous enough to give pursuit to practically anything, the city is filled with SAM batteries. Previous use of formidable anti-air ground weaponry in Yarlaq should have alerted the Karlslanders...

...but then almost all the batteries suddenly stop firing. Fires were appearing in other places, ones that were not struck by high-explosive missiles at all. Meanwhile, on the ground...

Darullah

"DEATH TO ISIS HERETICS! ALLAHU AKHBAR!"
"ALLAHU AKHBAR!"
"ALLAHU AKHBAR!"
"ALLAHU AKHBAR!"

The whole city was thrown into chaos as small arms seemingly fired from every building, back and forth, with no clear front lines. Except one: the rebels had quickly seized the Grand Mosque of Darullah. Neither side dared shed blood inside the Mosque itself for fear of angering Allah, resulting in a strange situation where neither the Islamic State soldiers nor the rebels inside would leave, and all became a psychologically captive audience as the rebellion's leader entered to speak:

"Today, Allah's soldiers fight for the revival of the Khilafah as it was in Abu Bakr's time. Inshallah, we will cast down the man-made Shariah and all other man-made laws so that the word of Allah alone, the Law of the Quran, may be supreme in all His earth...

...if you ask who we are, we are soldiers of khilafah al-Islamiyyah, the Islamic Caliphate. Any Islam in the "Islamic State" vanished when its leaders had refused the clear guidance of Allah when we came to steer them upon the correct manhaj. O believers, be firm against all the unbelievers, against the Jews, the Christians, the Qadiyani, the Rafidah, the worshippers of Sunnah, and gentle with the believers and those among the disbelievers who sincerely repent before the hour of destruction..."

Outside, slaves and slavemasters alike were being dragged out of houses, lined up against walls, and shot either for being Christian or Ahmadi, or in the case of slavemasters who supported ISIS, had takfir pronounced on them before being killed. All across the city, competing cries of "Shari" and "Khawarij" were being shouted across wherever the battle lines happened to be. Amir Abumasah Maparno, the Islamic State leader in Diyaristan, was a firm believer in Sharia law, with full conviction that it was right, but he had not anticipated such a challenge to his rule by an extremist sect of Quranists.

[New Communist and Socialist Unions]

Offensive Operation Against ISIS assets in Karbek

After running amok and pillaging any terrorist zones in ISIS controlled lands in the north, another offensive has been planned, and it was aimed against the misguided in Karbek. First and foremost, the disabling of SAM sites in Karbek. High altitude bombers and Predator drones would be sufficient, and they were launched, laying waste to the terrorists. Secondly, the softening. MLRS units, as well as available artillery pieces and troopers were now sent, and were en route to Karbek, after softening, comes the final puzzle piece of the operation, the conquest, after softening the defenses and defenders, a large contingent of troops would then swarm into the heretical city to conquer it, slaughtering everything except for civilians.

OOC: These are just plans, and some actions.

[Christoslavia]

Yarlaq Front
Road to Cilim

"Welp...fuck"

Those ISIS bastards were only delaying the inevitable, we had heavy trucks lay down bridges over ditches or wherever ISIS had destroyed them, and as annoying as they were we could afford the detours from bombed out roads. The 7th Marine Division made up the Vanguard, with Force Recon farther ahead to scout for enemy positions and let us know if there was an ambush. Armor and the Army 5th Infantry Corps made up the Rearguard, and the 12th Marine Division was in the middle. We were spread out enough to where if we were ambushed we wouldn't all die at once, but close enough to where if one guard was attacked the others could respond quickly. Each division was 15000 in strength, and hopefully it'd stay that way until we reached Cilim. Luckily we had another 15,000 fresh in country approaching from the East getting ready to take positions around the city.
"Keep your eyes peeled, they could be anywhere"

[Diyaristan]

General Baklayev, in his first act after consolidating power, has begun outsourcing control of entire government branches and army units to the highest international bidder. The business of war profiteering was good, indeed, he thought, as his growing riches allowed him to buy a palatial new mansion, uninhibited by corruption investigation teams or rival generals in the bureaucracy, many of whom he had purged on charges of corruption.

ISIS, meanwhile, has taken to desperate measures. Knowing they could not win militarily, they announced over their Al-Malhamah News propaganda channel that they "were nearing the completion of a nuclear bomb at the snow-capped Karbek facility, with parts purchased from corrupt elements in the Diyaristani Army through disguised international shell corporations."

[Wilayah al-Kala]

Kala Lumpur soldiers prepare to unload missile parts at the Karbek nuclear facility

South of Cilim

The insurgents, aware that Cilim would quickly fall, rose up from behind the advancing Christoslavian armies in an effort to delay their advance and attacked their rear. The plan was to force their armies to split so the defenders in Cilim had a better chance of holding out.

Everyone in the terrorist ranks knew what this meant: certain death. To the last man, they regarded death as a victory too, for they were convinced they would soon be with Allah.

Darullah

The Quranist extremist uprising was put down, but not before news of it spread and its shadowy, masked leader escaped. Some, but not all, Islamic State cells in the west switched their allegiance over to Khilafah al-Islamiyyah.

Rumors existed that the group's shadowy leader was another founder of the Kala Lumpur, who had been exiled from the organization long ago over a theological split and power struggle with Maparno.

Karbek

Amir Astar Azdirmek surveyed the damages to the nuclear research facility in Karbek from the recent air attack. "Damages to the facility are significant, but not irreversible. Contact Darullah immediately; we'll need a lot more slave labor if we want to finish this project on time."

[New Communist and Socialist Unions]

Karbek

After seeing what seems to be a suspicious facility guarded and manned heavily by ISIS, the generals have agreed on stronger and much, much brutal airstrikes, especially near and on that facility. The MLRS and artillery units arrived after a dozen salvos by the drones and bombers, and those units unleashed their own salvos, pulverizing already ruined buildings and collapsing anything that was standing, fortifications were blown out of existence. The troopers with them assaulted the city, storming buildings and raiding stores, eventually, the conquest phase was enacted, and the troops needed for said phase arrived, they, along with the other troops, entered the city, smashing into insanely intense resistance. Shouts of "DEATH TO THE HERETICS!" and "FOR CTHULHU!" resonated throughout the city's streets and alleys.

[Christoslavia]

Cilim

The last ditch ISIS assault was almost pitiful. As soon as their fighters rained RPG's down on our men, the midguards flanks spread out to encircle the attacking forces. Soon 10,000 fighters found themselves walled in on all sides and what ensued was an absolute massacre. AFV's and squads prowled the hills and mountains scouring for ISIS fighters and mowing down black clad jihadists. After 4 hours of intense fighting there were no survivors.
With that said and done the army moved onto Cilim in a blitzkrieg maneuver. Tanks crashed through the outer defenses, leveling entire buildings and clearing man made blockades. What immediately followed was a massive assault by over 100,000 infantry. Marines and Army soldiers went building to building, entire battalions patrolled the streets. Firefights all over the city erupted but key points in the City Center as well as most government buildings were captured with minimal casualties. The fighting continued for 3 weeks before the ISIS bastion surrendered. Adriack was not one for mercy, any and all ISIS soldiers or collaborators were wound up and shot, several thousand rounded up and put into mass graves as blood stained every foot of the city. As tanks rumbled through the streets the occasional RPG would go off only to be met with a firing solution that pulverized the poor bastard who pulled the trigger. Victory for Christoslavia, and onto Darullah.

[The Green Union]

OOC: Now, last I checked parachuting a special forces team onto the OP's presidential palace and subsequently claiming to clear the whole building and kidnap the president without detection is godmodding.

Not only is the tactic fundamentally flawed, but it claims that your special forces are directly superior to Diyaristan's. These aren't 'unsuspecting guards,' they are the elite that have been trusted with the president's life in a time of war. And writing so much of the assault without letting Diyaristan (who is the OP) throw his due wrench in the works . . .

But that's none of my business.

[Christoslavia]

Ooc: never would i do this in any corcumstance but he did give us express permission to rp as OP. Did you not read the OOC thread?

[Christoslavia]

OOC: Alright I've decided to stick with it but I'm going to redo it a bit more realistically

Cilim Forward Command

"Sir, I think he believed the message"

Adriack looked down at his coffee, creamy and thick, almost like mud, it was as if he himself was mired in the drink. Maybe that was some cosmic symbol for something, but he thought little of it. Adriack took a sip, exhaled loudly and replied,

"Excellent, the stupid bastard actually thinks he can just leave the whole effort on us. Captain, we are to execute Field Order 72. I want to see results within 24 hours."
"Yes Sir, a team is already en route, and our men are positioned"

He took another sip of his coffee, imported from Zevretin, his personal favorite. This war was far from over, and Baklayev was going to damn near cost it. As soon as we leave the people would be up in arms and we'd have to come right back, so it was best we put a stop to that now. He pondered what the response of the Coalition would be, then again, the coalition would never have to find out. For the Empire.

Qashmar
Presidential Mansion

Preliminary recon had shown that the complex was guarded by 50 of Diyaristans finest, the Presidential Guard. Although considering the job they did for Baghmetara, this should be a relative breeze. Force recon had scouted the complex for hours, observing the patterns of the guards, surveying the layout of the buildings, memorizing every position, this operation had to go perfectly otherwise our entire endgame was in jeopardy. Christoslavia would be deploying the Prowlers first, the heavily classified special forces contingent that incorporated active camouflage into their armor (OOC: Inspired by a Canadian company in 2015 that actually created an invisibility blanket of sorts). They'd infiltrate the complex first and take out the power, then the main assault of 35 Marines would begin. With the frontal assault in progress the Prowlers would extract Baklayev and bring him to Adriack directly. As a counter measure, Short range jammers were placed on all sides of the complex in the surrounding forest to prevent incoming or outgoing communications on their part. The operation was a go in 0100 hours.

Prowlers
Sgt. Karn

"Night vision on, camo on, operation is a go". The team had fastroped out of a stealth helicopter a few miles outside the complex and had hustled their way to the South wall. They grappled over and moved quietly throughout the courtyard undetected until they made their way to the Mansion itself. Cpl. Ish picked the lock and the fireteam slipped inside. At this point the stairs leading to the basement were in the room directly adjacent to them, there would be 2 guards on alternating patrols and one on the stairs themselves. The first guard came through the door and was quickly grabbed and pulled into the nearest closet, god rest his soul.
"Abdul, Abdul where are you? Dammit Abdul!". The second guard came to investigate, as he turned around after closing the door he was face to face with what appeared to be a ghost. As he was trembling he dropped his rifle, and his life flashed before his eyes before he even saw the shimmer of the knife.
The team opened the door and proceeded to the stairs, they didn't need to worry about the cameras because the cameras wouldn't be able to see them, nor would anyone else unless someone saw the light reflect off the armor, thank god it was midnight. The guard at the stairs closed his eyes for an instant, and never opened them again. He didn't know a ballistic knife had just pierced his frontal lobe, killing him instantly, and he crumpled to the ground. In the basement, there was the power for the complex, one piece of C4 would do the trick. The team quickly retreated upstairs, and pressed the button.

Force Recon

BOOM. The explosion shook the whole compound, and as soon as the sirens went off the firefight began. One sniper was posted to each corner of the mansion and were scouting the complex for signs of enemy activity, when all of the sudden 2 MRAPS burst through the front gate, turrets turned towards the front of the house. Vulcan miniguns began lighting up the facade, catching any poor bastard in its wake, then Marines began running out the back taking up offensive positions. One poor bastard got his head blown off by a sniper on the roof, which directed the attention of Scout Snipers in the woods, pinpoint accuracy and a clean headshot made short work of the 4 unlucky souls on the roof. This kind of assault caught the defending force completely offguard and they were trying desperately to rally. The Marines split into two squads of 12 and 13 and moved through the complex to eliminate resistance.

"MOVE UP! RPG ON THAT GUARD TOWER NOW!
Private James lifted his rocket phwoosh, the explosion lit up the darkness as a burning corpse tumbled out of the tower. A squad of 5 Diyaristanis took up a position in the East wing and were firing down on the exposed Marines in the courtyard. James lifted his DMR and caught the scalp of one who peeked his head a little too far out of the window, the squad charged through the courtyard under the cover fire of the MRAP's and barreled through the windows on the first floor. A Diyarstani lifted his SMG at James but he hit the deck and let off a volley from his DMR, with a round or two finding their home right in his sternum. The squad moved through the east wing and found Beta squad under heavy fire by hastily put together MG positions in the foyer. "Take out those MG's now, flank them!" the CO was screaming, James and his quad moved through the door to their left and found a set of side stairs, they caught 3 Diyaristanis running towards the fight and sprayed them down their backs. His team sprinted through the hallway until they were positioned above the MG's, James shoved into a Diyaristani on the third floor shooting down at his comrades and shoved him off the railing as he let out a blood curdling scream and hit his neck on the atrium floor
"Get on that gun James!"
He quickly got on the pig and began raining down on the unsuspecting Diyaristanis, bullets pelting the poor bastards like fire and brimstone. Couches and frames were exploding, chunks of tile were flying everywhere, and the chandelier had collapsed with a giant crash, crushing a poor Diyaristani underneath. With this distraction, Beta Squad moved up through the foyer and quickly overran their positions. After 30 minutes of fighting figures for Hostile casualties were approximately 26.
"Everyone fan out and clear the complex, the job isnt done yet."

Meanwhile, the Prowlers had quietly found their way upstairs, lobbing a grenade into a squad of enemy troops posted at the door of Baklayevs room, followed immediately by a salvo of bullets to clean them up. "Sir, scans indicate seven enemy troops in the room".
"Breach and clear"

Mohammed had never been more terrified in his life, he looked composed but on the inside he was shaking in his boots, whoever these guys were, they weren't ISIS, and what was worse, comms were down so they had no access to backup. He was praying hard inside his head, Allahu Akhbar, Allahu Akhbar, Allah please don't let me die, please let me live through this.
Then the door blew open as wood splinters flew into his face and the dust obscured his vision. Even if he couldn't see he could still shoot, and as he got on his feet he unloaded his entire clip into the door along with the rest of his squad. "DIE, DIE! DIE YOU COWARDS!".
As the dust settled and everyone reloaded, they saw there were no bodies at the door except for that of their brothers.
'Im-Impossible! Where are th-" He was cut short by a hail of bullets.

Sgt. Karn and his squad had simply stepped out of the way of the door, then stepped back when the bullets stopped, only to return the favor. The idiots had crowded the door and made themselves easy targets. He raised his rifle, and the faint whisper of his silencer betrayed the deadliness of his weapon as he dropped one, two, three enemy combatants. "Targets down, area clear." Explosions, screams, and gunfire rocked the compound as Marines were still clearing out resistance. "Alright let's make this quick".
They swept the room, kicking down the door of the bathroom to find a cowering Baklayev who began firing blindly at the door with his sidearm. Once Karn heard the click signifying he was out of ammo, he calmly strode into the room, turned off his camouflage, and promptly disarmed Baklayev and threw him to the ground.
"General, I'm sorry to say but you're coming with us"
"Who-Who are you?! You will pay for this!"
"No, you will" Karn shoved the butt of his rifle into his skull, and slung Baklayev over his shoulder. "Extraction is on the roof, lets move."

[Rupudska]

BOOM.

"Hold up, there's anti-personnel mines here. Attempt demining operations and await the imperialists."

Scouring the countryside for civilian "volunteers", they were divided into two classes. Communist sympathizers with no suspected connections to the Popular Frontist faction were given spare weapons and integrated into existing battalions. Others were assigned to landmine-clearing duty - which meant being force-marched into minefields to clear them. As Commander Kutzow explained it, "everyone must equally make sacrifices for the Revolution."

One of the guards force-marching men, women, and children into the minefields spotted a lot of soldiers and tanks with unfamiliar markings ahead, and reported back. "There might be as many as 50,000 imperialist slaves defending the city."

"I'll ask the Party Center in Izriktar to send heavy support. We will await our armor, artillery, and missile support columns to arrive before storming the city. By the time the demining units are finished with their task, our reinforcements should be here."

"How many comrades are coming?"

"Enough. Now let's start digging in before they attack. These rocks won't blast themselves."

Izritkar
Zerstörergeschwader 26

<<Algiz One-One to Algiz One-Flight, we are now approaching the combat zone. Ready your lances.>>

Six Tornadoes flew towards the city from the southeast in a flattened V formation, taking the shortest route from coalition territory towards the city. They flew low and fast, to give the communist forces the minimum amount of time possible to detect them before firing. Sure, there was a good chance that their radar was enough that it wouldn't help much, but if it helped at all, it would count.

<<Algiz One-Three. Targets on radar.>>

<<Right where intel said they'd be.>>

<<We'll be entering firing range soon, but they'll probably be in range before we are. Heads up. Don't be stupid!>>

[Christoslavia]

Izritkar
Zerstörergeschwader 26

<<Algiz One-One to Algiz One-Flight, we are now approaching the combat zone. Ready your lances.>>

Six Tornadoes flew towards the city from the southeast in a flattened V formation, taking the shortest route from coalition territory towards the city. They flew low and fast, to give the communist forces the minimum amount of time possible to detect them before firing. Sure, there was a good chance that their radar was enough that it wouldn't help much, but if it helped at all, it would count.

<<Algiz One-Three. Targets on radar.>>

<<Right where intel said they'd be.>>

<<We'll be entering firing range soon, but they'll probably be in range before we are. Heads up. Don't be stupid!>>

2nd Air Force
12th Rotary Wing

"All wings be advised, Coalition jets are in the area and assaulting enemy positions, check your fire".
"This is Captain Keryl to Coalition jets, friendly helos in area, please advise and respond with approximate trajectories".
The S-79's continued their sweep of enemy lines although RPG's had already brought down 3 of our helicopters. At this point they were on their 3rd strafing run, sending Viper HE missiles into trench lines and fortified positions, AA platforms being specifically targeted.

[Rupudska]

Izritkar
Zerstörergeschwader 26

<<Algiz One-One to Algiz One-Flight, we are now approaching the combat zone. Ready your lances.>>

Six Tornadoes flew towards the city from the southeast in a flattened V formation, taking the shortest route from coalition territory towards the city. They flew low and fast, to give the communist forces the minimum amount of time possible to detect them before firing. Sure, there was a good chance that their radar was enough that it wouldn't help much, but if it helped at all, it would count.

<<Algiz One-Three. Targets on radar.>>

<<Right where intel said they'd be.>>

<<We'll be entering firing range soon, but they'll probably be in range before we are. Heads up. Don't be stupid!>>

2nd Air Force
12th Rotary Wing

"All wings be advised, Coalition jets are in the area and assaulting enemy positions, check your fire".
"This is Captain Keryl to Coalition jets, friendly helos in area, please advise and respond with approximate trajectories".
The S-79's continued their sweep of enemy lines although RPG's had already brought down 3 of our helicopters. At this point they were on their 3rd strafing run, sending Viper HE missiles into trench lines and fortified positions, AA platforms being specifically targeted.

<<Algiz One-One to Captain Keryl, we are enroute to Izriktar, fully loaded with Brimstones. Advise you continue taking on anti-air, we will target tanks and hardened fortifications until we run out of missiles.>>

<<Estimate two minutes to firing range.>>

[Christoslavia]

<<Algiz One-One to Captain Keryl, we are enroute to Izriktar, fully loaded with Brimstones. Advise you continue taking on anti-air, we will target tanks and hardened fortifications until we run out of missiles.>>

<<Estimate two minutes to firing range.>>

"Roger that Algiz One-One, all wings continue fire mission, targeting AA platforms and Infantry"
"Black 5, roger"
"Black 7, roger"
"Red 4, roger"

[Christoslavia]

Karbek
Al-Kala Reinforcements

It did not matter if we all died today, martyrdom was something to be proud of. Death to the Infidels...

The assault on Karbek by Coalitions forces had been relentless, the Commander of our Heavenly army had dispatched 15,000 defenders from Darullah to attack the now exposed flank of Communist forces attacking Karbek and to secure the city...and our trump card. The enemy rearguard was the victim of dozens of car bombs that came rolling from the mountains, followed by hordes of black clad Jihadists riding in Hillux technicals and improvised armored vehicles. It was even said that shouts of Allahu Akhbar could be heard as far away as Qashmar...

Darullah
Christoslavian 3rd Army Division, 6th Marine Corps, 9th Marine Corps

We had been waiting, poised outside their self proclaimed capital for weeks waiting for the order to come down, today was the day. For weeks bombing runs had pummeled any Anti Air, or otherwise obvious fortifications within the city, targeting anything from parking structures to ammo dumps to make sure we had as much of a tactical advantage as possible. General Adriack had given the go, and so the siege would commence.

3rd Army, 7th Battalion
Pvt. Harden

It had only been 3 weeks since he was in country and he was already going to be part of one of the biggest offensives the war had yet seen, if we won here, these bastards were finished. The MRAP he was in rumbled to life, a few battalions had spent the last week clearing the outlying towns and neighborhoods and had established a foothold in an eastern area of the city, and now we'd push with everything we had.

15 minutes had passed and no enemy activity had been reported, it was..unsettling to say the least. They passed an abandoned schoolhouse, the yard filled with abandoned toys...and the bodies of some children. He tried not to think about it. Luckily there was a distraction because as soon as his vehicle rounded the corner all he heard were screams through the comms of CONTACT, and then the world went black.

"Get up soldier, I said get up! Fu-", Harden opened his eyes and saw the front of his Sergeants face explode in front of him, he grimaced in horror, and quickly grabbed his rifle and began firing in the general direction of wherever that bullet came from. "Harden, get the fuck over here!".
He looked across the street and saw his squad pinned down behind a garbage dump, with LMG fire coming from an old apartment building straight ahead. The MRAP was a burning wreck surrounded by bodies, as soon as he tried to make a move a stream of bullets sprayed the ground in front of him "You know, I think I'll stay here"
"Hey, armor moving up!", an F-92 came up and put an HE shell right in the building, we waited for potential RPGs to come our way but after a minute it was quiet, Harden got up and moved behind the tank. Reports were coming in that near every block of the city was booby trapped and that we were to go room by room in the assault. In short, this would take a while.

[New Communist and Socialist Unions]

Karbek
Al-Kala Reinforcements

It did not matter if we all died today, martyrdom was something to be proud of. Death to the Infidels...

The assault on Karbek by Coalitions forces had been relentless, the Commander of our Heavenly army had dispatched 15,000 defenders from Darullah to attack the now exposed flank of Communist forces attacking Karbek and to secure the city...and our trump card. The enemy rearguard was the victim of dozens of car bombs that came rolling from the mountains, followed by hordes of black clad Jihadists riding in Hillux technicals and improvised armored vehicles. It was even said that shouts of Allahu Akhbar could be heard as far away as Qashmar...

Darullah
Christoslavian 3rd Army Division, 6th Marine Corps, 9th Marine Corps

We had been waiting, poised outside their self proclaimed capital for weeks waiting for the order to come down, today was the day. For weeks bombing runs had pummeled any Anti Air, or otherwise obvious fortifications within the city, targeting anything from parking structures to ammo dumps to make sure we had as much of a tactical advantage as possible. General Adriack had given the go, and so the siege would commence.

3rd Army, 7th Battalion
Pvt. Harden

It had only been 3 weeks since he was in country and he was already going to be part of one of the biggest offensives the war had yet seen, if we won here, these bastards were finished. The MRAP he was in rumbled to life, a few battalions had spent the last week clearing the outlying towns and neighborhoods and had established a foothold in an eastern area of the city, and now we'd push with everything we had.

15 minutes had passed and no enemy activity had been reported, it was..unsettling to say the least. They passed an abandoned schoolhouse, the yard filled with abandoned toys...and the bodies of some children. He tried not to think about it. Luckily there was a distraction because as soon as his vehicle rounded the corner all he heard were screams through the comms of CONTACT, and then the world went black.

"Get up soldier, I said get up! Fu-", Harden opened his eyes and saw the front of his Sergeants face explode in front of him, he grimaced in horror, and quickly grabbed his rifle and began firing in the general direction of wherever that bullet came from. "Harden, get the fuck over here!".
He looked across the street and saw his squad pinned down behind a garbage dump, with LMG fire coming from an old apartment building straight ahead. The MRAP was a burning wreck surrounded by bodies, as soon as he tried to make a move a stream of bullets sprayed the ground in front of him "You know, I think I'll stay here"
"Hey, armor moving up!", an F-92 came up and put an HE shell right in the building, we waited for potential RPGs to come our way but after a minute it was quiet, Harden got up and moved behind the tank. Reports were coming in that near every block of the city was booby trapped and that we were to go room by room in the assault. In short, this would take a while.

OOC: Are you temporarily OP and control his puppet? Because if you are, HAIL.

[Christoslavia]

Karbek
Al-Kala Reinforcements

It did not matter if we all died today, martyrdom was something to be proud of. Death to the Infidels...

The assault on Karbek by Coalitions forces had been relentless, the Commander of our Heavenly army had dispatched 15,000 defenders from Darullah to attack the now exposed flank of Communist forces attacking Karbek and to secure the city...and our trump card. The enemy rearguard was the victim of dozens of car bombs that came rolling from the mountains, followed by hordes of black clad Jihadists riding in Hillux technicals and improvised armored vehicles. It was even said that shouts of Allahu Akhbar could be heard as far away as Qashmar...

Darullah
Christoslavian 3rd Army Division, 6th Marine Corps, 9th Marine Corps

We had been waiting, poised outside their self proclaimed capital for weeks waiting for the order to come down, today was the day. For weeks bombing runs had pummeled any Anti Air, or otherwise obvious fortifications within the city, targeting anything from parking structures to ammo dumps to make sure we had as much of a tactical advantage as possible. General Adriack had given the go, and so the siege would commence.

3rd Army, 7th Battalion
Pvt. Harden

It had only been 3 weeks since he was in country and he was already going to be part of one of the biggest offensives the war had yet seen, if we won here, these bastards were finished. The MRAP he was in rumbled to life, a few battalions had spent the last week clearing the outlying towns and neighborhoods and had established a foothold in an eastern area of the city, and now we'd push with everything we had.

15 minutes had passed and no enemy activity had been reported, it was..unsettling to say the least. They passed an abandoned schoolhouse, the yard filled with abandoned toys...and the bodies of some children. He tried not to think about it. Luckily there was a distraction because as soon as his vehicle rounded the corner all he heard were screams through the comms of CONTACT, and then the world went black.

"Get up soldier, I said get up! Fu-", Harden opened his eyes and saw the front of his Sergeants face explode in front of him, he grimaced in horror, and quickly grabbed his rifle and began firing in the general direction of wherever that bullet came from. "Harden, get the fuck over here!".
He looked across the street and saw his squad pinned down behind a garbage dump, with LMG fire coming from an old apartment building straight ahead. The MRAP was a burning wreck surrounded by bodies, as soon as he tried to make a move a stream of bullets sprayed the ground in front of him "You know, I think I'll stay here"
"Hey, armor moving up!", an F-92 came up and put an HE shell right in the building, we waited for potential RPGs to come our way but after a minute it was quiet, Harden got up and moved behind the tank. Reports were coming in that near every block of the city was booby trapped and that we were to go room by room in the assault. In short, this would take a while.

OOC: Are you temporarily OP and control his puppet? Because if you are, HAIL.

OOC:OP gave us all permission to RP Diyaristani and al-Kala troops, decide their casualties, and what not. Read the OOC thread. OP will return sometime in the future and see what they can do with what we do in the meantime but they are taking a break due to stress

[New Communist and Socialist Unions]

Karbek
Al-Kala Reinforcements

It did not matter if we all died today, martyrdom was something to be proud of. Death to the Infidels...

The assault on Karbek by Coalitions forces had been relentless, the Commander of our Heavenly army had dispatched 15,000 defenders from Darullah to attack the now exposed flank of Communist forces attacking Karbek and to secure the city...and our trump card. The enemy rearguard was the victim of dozens of car bombs that came rolling from the mountains, followed by hordes of black clad Jihadists riding in Hillux technicals and improvised armored vehicles. It was even said that shouts of Allahu Akhbar could be heard as far away as Qashmar...

OFFENSIVE!

So much for the trump card, as the army was laying mines on their warpath, blowing when something rolled over them. Overhead, snipers were paradropped in the dozens, and when the surviving marksmen landed, they scattered, throwing smoke grenades here and there to cover their path, they scurried off to safety, picking off Jihadists one by one from a safe distance, they also were granted predator drones to control, and they bombed the concentrations and the suspicious facility. Men in groups of one hundred stormed buildings, turning them into makeshift forts where they could fire safely. No bullets was not a problem, as anyone without ammunition grabbed ammo from dead comrades or stole guns from dead terrorists, if they were not able to do all that, they would then do melee, slashing anything with their great swords.

[Christoslavia]

Karbek

Azdirmak was furiously pacing around the command bunker, "Is it done yet?! GIVE ME AN ANSWER!"

"Y-yes sir!"

"We have no choice, the reinforcements from Darullah are being slaughtered, our leader will not answer his comms, which only leads me to believe the city is under attack. We will die martyrs today, but millions will go along with us. Fire the nuke."

'Sir, w-", "I SAID FIRE IT".

Akhmed gulped, his hands so shaky he was afraid he'd begin seizuring, "You idiot, if you won't do it, I will!".
Azdirmak pulled his handgun and shot the poor kid in the back of the skull, and pressed the button.

10 minutes later, Qashmar

The skies were beautiful, Abdul opened the shutters of his butcher shop ready to begin the day. There was an air of...calm. It was pleasant, hell, it almost made him forget there was a war going on not 3 hours away. But that was all in the back of his mind. He looked outside and saw some children playing futbol in the street, smiling and laughing, the only thing the government wasn't rationing at this point. A rare commodity. It made him think back to his youth where everything was so simple. There were no insurrections, foreign interventionists. Everyone just kept to themselves. He looked up at the sky and took a deep breath...then was swept away in an unforgiving storm of flame.

[New Communist and Socialist Unions]

Karbek

Azdirmak was furiously pacing around the command bunker, "Is it done yet?! GIVE ME AN ANSWER!"

"Y-yes sir!"

"We have no choice, the reinforcements from Darullah are being slaughtered, our leader will not answer his comms, which only leads me to believe the city is under attack. We will die martyrs today, but millions will go along with us. Fire the nuke."

'Sir, w-", "I SAID FIRE IT".

Akhmed gulped, his hands so shaky he was afraid he'd begin seizuring, "You idiot, if you won't do it, I will!".
Azdirmak pulled his handgun and shot the poor kid in the back of the skull, and pressed the button.

10 minutes later, Qashmar

The skies were beautiful, Abdul opened the shutters of his butcher shop ready to begin the day. There was an air of...calm. It was pleasant, hell, it almost made him forget there was a war going on not 3 hours away. But that was all in the back of his mind. He looked outside and saw some children playing futbol in the street, smiling and laughing, the only thing the government wasn't rationing at this point. A rare commodity. It made him think back to his youth where everything was so simple. There were no insurrections, foreign interventionists. Everyone just kept to themselves. He looked up at the sky and took a deep breath...then was swept away in an unforgiving storm of flame.

"KURWWWAAA!" screamed a soldier as he saw something fly into the air, "Are you Polish?" sighed another as he facepalmed. They all scurried off to basements, fortifying them.

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-NUCLEAR DETONATION DETECTED- said the monotonous voice of a machine somewhere.

OOC: Uh, detonation in Karbek or Qashmar?

[Christoslavia]

Karbek

Azdirmak was furiously pacing around the command bunker, "Is it done yet?! GIVE ME AN ANSWER!"

"Y-yes sir!"

"We have no choice, the reinforcements from Darullah are being slaughtered, our leader will not answer his comms, which only leads me to believe the city is under attack. We will die martyrs today, but millions will go along with us. Fire the nuke."

'Sir, w-", "I SAID FIRE IT".

Akhmed gulped, his hands so shaky he was afraid he'd begin seizuring, "You idiot, if you won't do it, I will!".
Azdirmak pulled his handgun and shot the poor kid in the back of the skull, and pressed the button.

10 minutes later, Qashmar

The skies were beautiful, Abdul opened the shutters of his butcher shop ready to begin the day. There was an air of...calm. It was pleasant, hell, it almost made him forget there was a war going on not 3 hours away. But that was all in the back of his mind. He looked outside and saw some children playing futbol in the street, smiling and laughing, the only thing the government wasn't rationing at this point. A rare commodity. It made him think back to his youth where everything was so simple. There were no insurrections, foreign interventionists. Everyone just kept to themselves. He looked up at the sky and took a deep breath...then was swept away in an unforgiving storm of flame.

"KURWWWAAA!" screamed a soldier as he saw something fly into the air, "Are you Polish?" sighed another as he facepalmed. They all scurried off to basements, fortifying them.

---

-NUCLEAR DETONATION DETECTED- said the monotonous voice of a machine somewhere.

OOC: Uh, detonation in Karbek or Qashmar?

ISIS has been building a nuke in Karbek, it has been fired at Qashmar

[New Communist and Socialist Unions]

"KURWWWAAA!" screamed a soldier as he saw something fly into the air, "Are you Polish?" sighed another as he facepalmed. They all scurried off to basements, fortifying them.

---

-NUCLEAR DETONATION DETECTED- said the monotonous voice of a machine somewhere.

OOC: Uh, detonation in Karbek or Qashmar?

ISIS has been building a nuke in Karbek, it has been fired at Qashmar

OOC: Okayz

[Christoslavia]

Darullah
Operation God is Dead

The assault had been going on for weeks before the nuke was launched. Units painstakingly went building to building, block by block, with drones providing close air support. They had dug tunnels throughout the city making matters worse, occasionally popping up behind a squad or vehicle column and doing serious damage. It seemed damn near every building was in the sights of a sniper, or rigged to blow, being careful wasn't enough because of how unpredictable the situation was. On the plus, pushes were being made from other sectors of the city, and the remnants of ISIS were surrounded and holed up in the central area of Darullah. Like caged animals, they went rabid. Guys with explosive vests jumped off roofs landing right on top of tanks, car bombs were around every corner, it was martyrdom. And the conventional fighting was nonstop. Bullets were flying every single second, nobody had slept in days for fear of a counter attack. Besides, it was hard to sleep through the noise anyway...

3 miles from city center
Pvt. Harden

The dull stomp of boots reverberated through the alley, he slid up against the corner and peeked around the corner, "Clear Sergeant!"
"Alright, we will be meeting several squads in the area to take over the government building and the city center, if we succeed, its as good as over. Move out."
Harden stepped out of cover...and as if on queue the bullets started flying. "Return fire, take cover!". Harden dived into the nearest window and began searching for a way to flank, he saw some stairs to the right and sprinted up them until reaching the fourth floor of the building before stopping to catch his breath. It was heavy, panting, and then he stopped. Bullets were close, closer than normal...in the next room. Harden crept up to the doorway and sure enough there were 3 al-Kala troops manning snipers and an LMG. Harden quietly pulled the pin from his grenade, gently rolled it into the room, and after some sounds of panic, 5 seconds later the rest of his squad might have heard a thud. Harden stepped into the room now covered in blood and ash, took a look at the pulp that was the jihadists, and took up a position in the window. He leveled his AR and switched it to single fire, sighting a sniper in the building ahead and taking his scalp off, then a grenadier and putting one in his eye. 20 minutes passed and the area was finally clear.


1 hour later

We were in control of 90% of the city with moderate casualties in the process. The city center, and some holdouts in the west were all that remained. 10,000 troops began assaulting the city center, moving deeper by the minute, block after block. Harden, along with 2 more squads, had assaulted an ISIS fortified position on the outside of the main government complex in the city center. On a lieutenants order, the 30 man team stormed the building but not before a mortar squad took down the front door and softened some resistance. Harden sprinted passed Roman style pillars and lobbed a grenade behind and overturned desk, a black clad jihadist soon flew 10 feet backwards and slammed against a wall before falling to the ground. 'Move up, suppressing fire". Friendly LMG's immediately took cover and fired downrange at retreating ISIS forces as they ran further inside the complex. At this point each squad split up to clear the building and find the ISIS leader Maparno, orders were to execute.

After the main lobby was cleared out, Harden's squad went directly ahead, finding small scale resistance in the various hallways and corridors they encountered, squads of jihadists with AK's that put up a hell of a fight, but ultimately not enough of one. 20 minutes of searching the building and they found a squad of jihadists outside a giant wooden door, "Contact". Everyone opened fire at the defending hostiles who eagerly returned the favor, cutting down 3 of our guys. Smoke grenades were tossed their direction and they began firing blindly, everyone equipped thermal goggles and quickly picked their targets and like that they were pacified. An RPG was brought up and the door collapsed like a great titan, Harden's squad indiscriminately fired into the doorway before the dust had settled, only stopping to reload. As it finally died down, inside were 12 dead ISIS troops, but no Maparno. Damn it. "Command be advised Maparno is not here repeat Maparno is not here, could possibly have escaped through tunnel systems be advised over".

Hardens squad double timed it to reinforce the other teams who were pinned down on the roof. The last few ISIS defenders pulled the pins off their grenade belts and sprinted at us only to be cut down immediately. After the frags went off, Harden slowly approached the end of the building and cut down the Wilayah al-Kala flag, unfurling a Christoslavian flag and hoisting it high for the entire city to see. The battle would end 10 hours later, and Maparno would have been found disguised as a sheep herder 3 miles outside the city by a team of Prowlers who had tailed him as soon as he escaped. He was detained and brought back to the city and presented to an angry battalion of Diyaristani soldiers, they beat him near to death, hurling hundreds of obscenities at him, before one Captain ordered a rope tied around his neck and for him to be dragged around the square in a technical. After a few minutes of this he was finally hoisted from a lamppost, and died a miserable, unceremonious death. And not too long afterwards, word came that a nuke hit Qashmar.