Unstoppable Wrath [Closed/ReDo - ATTN: Ukraine, Rostil]

[Belkaland]

Dinsmark, Belkaland
Belkan Central Air Traffic Control-North Station

"Attention Belkan Air Traffic Control; this flight is currently transporting the Estainian Empress from mainland Estainia and is seeking asylum in Belkaland in light of a possible coup de'tat. Please respond."

"Yeah... and I presume you're bringing with you half your air force and you guys just got here ahead of time?" Stated Herrman Riech as he took a glance over his magazine at the radar screen, which really showed only 6 fighter heading for the Estainian flight requesting permission to land. "Anywho, I'll forward your request to my superiors. I'll call back when I get a response." With that, Herrman turned off the radio and went back to reading his magazine. 'That Estainian dude from the other day was right, the Empress did come. He better hold up his end of the bargain and pay me ten million Slabas for keeping her on hold.'

Naval Task Force
Sea of Ceres

As war began to break out to the south in the Iron Sea between Birkaine & Ukraine's ally Solyhniya, the Belkan Task Force had been positioning LCACs & Kraken Troop Transports to launch the planned assault on the four islands. In the air, stealthy Hy-13s began their bombing runs on naval facilities and airports to render them useless to try and repel the naval task force.

[West Estainia]

Dinsmark, Belkaland
Belkan Central Air Traffic Control-North Station

"Attention Belkan Air Traffic Control; this flight is currently transporting the Estainian Empress from mainland Estainia and is seeking asylum in Belkaland in light of a possible coup de'tat. Please respond."

"Yeah... and I presume you're bringing with you half your air force and you guys just got here ahead of time?" Stated Herrman Riech as he took a glance over his magazine at the radar screen, which really showed only 6 fighter heading for the Estainian flight requesting permission to land. "Anywho, I'll forward your request to my superiors. I'll call back when I get a response." With that, Herrman turned off the radio and went back to reading his magazine. 'That Estainian dude from the other day was right, the Empress did come. He better hold up his end of the bargain and pay me ten million Slabas for keeping her on hold.'

"Wait what?" The pilot on the jet looked at his own radar screen which unsurprisingly was not a civilian variant. "Holy ****!" "Falcon 1 tell me you're getting this!"

"We're already on it! 2, 4, break off. Three, with me! Evasive maneuvers, engage engage!"

"This the Estainian Imperial Air Force to all Belkan Air Traffic Controllers, and I mean ALL of them. We are engaged with hostile air elements within Belkan Air space we need IMMEDIATE assistance!" The Gu-215 Pilot designated 'Falcon One' bellowed into his radio as the small flight broke off just as a missle streaked passed his fighter.

"Fortress; get the Empress out of here; I don't care if you have to break Belkan Airspace, just fucking FLY." The disgruntled Knight verred his jet off to the side as he deployed flares against the missile that had swerved back around.

"Already on it, Belkaland here we come!" The pilot of the jet responded as he forced the jet into it's highest speed; "Don't worry your Majesty; those pilots are the best of the best and I've got tricks of my own up my sleeve if so needed." The Pilot said simply back into the cabin, this caused Aleczandrina to jolt slightly, as she looked out the window of the small plane she watched one of the four jets barrel towards the sea in a ball of flame...

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Castle Fairfax - Estainia

"It finally comes to this. I told you I would break you, Communist. Yet you have proven to be quite the resilent bastard." The Colonel spoke as he held the pistol against Patterson's temple. "Have you finally get that the Goddess isn't going to save you?" "Maybe the First Triune those Naacalian whackjobs believe in will send someone to rescue you?" The sadistic ex-Guardsmen gave the most unsettling grin imaginable as Patterson coughed slightly.

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Odessa - Ukraine


"It's no longer political, is it?" The Sargent spoke bluntly and coldly as he addressed the General. "It's become military, eh? We examplify the only living example of Honor in this world; and you would destroy it?" The NCO was holding the fax in his hand because he was one of Alastaire's most trusted confidents. "You know damn well Aleczandrina didn't write this Alastaire, you know damn well she didn't."

"It's not a chance we can take."

"Like hell it's not. We cannot be responsible for this. This is not War, this is murder!" The NCO said loudly as Alastaire watched the misley line of Ukrainians lined up. "That's it?"

"Everyone else had the sense to leave when you told them to do so."

"They're all at most 16." King said slowly as he stared at them. "The youngest is at most six."

"Reconsidering?"

"O-open fire."

"I cannot give that order General, sir." The NCO said simply.

"Ready!" Alastaire yelled as he watched a couple of the Estainians line up their rifles. "Aim!" They did so. "F---No. **** it, let them go."

"That's what I thought, Alastaire."

...

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Pripyat - Ukraine

"The Ministry of Science is here, Kiev is about a hundred and twenty miles that way." Von Holtz spoke and pointed as they strolled the streets of the city as calmly as day.

"Fifty thousand people live here; god knows a single computer error and it becomes a ghost town." Smith remarked as he looked at the distant Chernobyl Power Plant.

"Yes, a growing matter of concern for my ministry as it is reaching it's thirty fifth year of life; normally they would not be so problematic but Chernobyl is old, very old. The technology I mean; it was one of the first nuclear power plants." Von Holtz ranted quickly.

"It's our concern what's under it, Minister." Anderson spoke up.

"So you've done your homework, I can't get you in there though, Premier's access only." Arik retorted simply.

"You're the second most powerful person in the country." Smith remarked.

"I am technically only an advisor, a fact the military and the ministry of science keep close to their hearts." Von Holtz said bluntly.

"Either way we're not headed under there; we've got to get to Kiev."

"I'll buy us a truck." Von Holtz said simply as he reached into his coat and pulled out a party check book.

"Good man." Anderson said simply.

[The Naacal]

Castle Fairfax - Estainia

"It finally comes to this. I told you I would break you, Communist. Yet you have proven to be quite the resilent bastard." The Colonel spoke as he held the pistol against Patterson's temple. "Have you finally get that the Goddess isn't going to save you?" "Maybe the First Triune those Naacalian whackjobs believe in will send someone to rescue you?" The sadistic ex-Guardsmen gave the most unsettling grin imaginable as Patterson coughed slightly.

As the Colonel grinned the air shimmered behind him. The Colonel heard a soft, almost melodic voice say "Thy wish is granted, subcreature..." A black-gloved hand slapped a crystal onto his forehead and the man went limp, his mind trying but failing to make his finger pull the trigger. Through oddly blurred vision he saw other black clad figures applying what looked like some kind of electrical stun rods to the throats and genitals of his men, all places designed to incapacitate and cause the most pain possible in doing so...

As the last guard fell stunned to the floor, Lethrel went over to Patterson. "Minister, Neirda sent us... we don't have much time". He gave Patterson a shot. The drug would both act as a stimulant and repair some damage to Patterson's body suffered from the torture. "Maren, take him back to the vehicle... we have a message to send."

Two of the team each grabbed one of the Estainian guards. They moved them up to the wall and activated their shrouds. The black clad figures and their captives shimmered. Lethrel went over to the now drooling Colonel and drew his crystalblade... Looking oddly enough at the crystal he put on the man's forehead he said "I was told to be creative".

As the team phased out with Patterson, there were two quickly choked off screams. Lethrel then slit the colonel's uniform and stomach, slicing effortly through the abdominal wall. "Don't worry...the crystal will keep you alive for this. As Minister Patterson said...do not be afraid of death..."

"Be afraid of US..." as he went to work.

Three minutes later, the team arrived back at their Infiltrator. Maren carrying Patterson in a fireman's carry. "I apologize for the indignity, Minister." Placing Patterson in a seat, the team waited. "We have two minutes left for mission parameters until alarm will likely be sounded." Lyriel said. Lyriel was the team's second pilot. "If we have to.." 20 seconds before the time allocated was up, Lethrel ran in though the door. Getting into the pilot's chair he sealed the vehicle and activated the engines.

"Cutting it a little close sir?" Maren said. "You cannot rush artwork, my dear." Lethrel said as the Infiltrator glided away, alarms starting to break the silence of the night behind them.

When the dead sentries were discovered, the whole Castle went on full alert. A messenger was sent to inform the Colonel, as the messenger entered the interrogation room, bile rose in his throat and he sank to his knees, vomiting onto the floor. The two guards were...merged with the hard stone of the walls, their faces visible, locked in a rictus of utter horror. What was worse was that they seemed to still be alive... barely. The messenger attempted to draw his sidearm, but the paralyzing terror clutched at his heart...his body...his soul. The Colonel was hanging from the ceiling light fixture upside down, nude, with his stomach slit open. On the wall was the message. "Ye have been Judged, and Measured, and found Wanting."

Through the nausea and horror, the soldier could barely realise through the remnants of his sanity that the message was written with the Colonel's stretched and hung intestines...

[Birkaine]

The tensions that were brewing up between Birkaine and Solynhya the Iron Sea were already becoming noticeable in the general Birkanian populance. The eyes that were fixed in the distant Ukrainian land now turned to the Iron Sea that separated Birkaine and Ukraine, location of countless naval battles throughout history, now with dozens of shipwrecks lying in its bottom, ranging from ancient wooden ships-of-the-line to modern supercarriers and submarines that had sunk into the abyss. It was thought of as a haunted place, where the ghosts of the sunken ships, and even the ships themselves made more ships go down near them, in a domino effect. While it was a relatively featureless body of water when sailed through by supertankers and cruise ships, no ammount of blessings or exorcising deprived the Iron Sea from its gloomy feel once warships from both sides prepared to give battle.

Throughout the coast, air defense assets were activated, as radars and the SOSUS pointed at the Solynhyan fleet, tracking every single one of its movements. Coastal defense regiments were brought up, massive trucks with large anti-ship cruise missiles mounted on them. Most of the coastal defense units went to seek shelter in pine forests located close to the shore, where enemy radar would be fruitless in trying to track them. Armed with Kh-55 missiles, the fleet, now referred as "enemy fleet" by command assets, was well within range of their launchers.

"Come on, is it gonna take you long?" The commander of the vehicle said as a couple tractors tried to pull it out.
"We're working on it, it's not easy!" An engineer said, looking at the ropes that were pulling the TEL.
"We're making a goddamn traffic jam" The commander insisted, then pointed at the column of SAM tanks and SP radars behind them "All of those guys behind us, see them?! They want to murder us right now"
"Well I'm sorry!" The engineer berated "Too bad these forest roads weren't meant to have such behemoths passing through!"

A small path had been made using steel plates, going around the massive Club-M TEL that had sunk into the soft soil of the forest. Small vehicles like command jeeps and the like passed easily trough the makeshift road, but the larger TELs and radar vehicles had to stay behind. Thus, a large traffic jam prevented at least half a dozen batteries from arriving into firing positions, but the 18 other ones did so without much problem, only losing a couple vehicles to engine problems. After setting up and deploying their launchers, the vehicles networked themselves with the radar system of overflying JSTARS craft so they would know where their targets where.

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Meanwhile, the airport of the city of Fort Konstantin, things were getting a little busier. The Ukrainian government had authorized the Birkanian Government's Middle Eastern Coalition peacekeepers to arrive at their nation, and the preparatives to send the arab soldiers to the ice-cold steeps of Ukraine were underway. Unlike the Solynhian, the MEC forces based off the Birkanian land would be completely airlifted, given that there was little to no need of ships given the close proximity of both nations. Using 8 MEC A-400M aircraft and 24 Birkanian Air Force An-124s, many things ranging from tons of food to water purification units to spare clothes and tents, as well as some MEC combat vehicles like Otokar Cobras and Patria APCs would be airlifted over the Iron Sea.

The total peacekeeping force was rather small, only numbering 1600 MEC personel, with help from some 80 Birkanian surgeons and specialists, as well as dozens of pilots, loadmasters and other logistics personnel. Of course, the entire peacekeeping force wouldn't fit in the planes alongside all the heavy machinnery, and thus the 32 aircraft would have to keep flying for a while. The first flight took off, escorted by at least four fighter squadrons as they would get in close proximity of the Solynhyan fleet.

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This is the Birkanian High Command to Solynhyan peacekeeping force. The Ukrainian Soviet Socialist republic has cleared us to begin peacekeeping operations in their territory to aid civilians affected by war, and by this night we are expected to begin working.

There is no longer a purpose for you to stay in the nation, so we demand that you leave.

[-the Ukrainian SSR-]

Outskirts of Kiev, Ukraine - Blood Plain

The expanse of land untouched by farmers or the government was kept all but bare except for the minimal amount of structures; that was until war came to the Republic. The Blood Plain had seen the clash of armies ranging from the ancient Cossacks to modern armor; blood had seeped into the narrow corridor between two rising peaks of the Waldreich Mountains and it had become to be known as a place of extreme strife and violence. Fortifications and defensive measures covered the peaks and the valley below ranging from surface-to-air missiles to 100mm Howitzers. Machinegun emplacements and other defenses formed the last line of protection for the captial of Kiev; aside from the defenders of the city itself and the capital militia.

"We are so screwed." One of the many soldiers on guard said bluntly as he watched the advance of Estainia through a pair of binoculars; only the outlines of the collums were visable as the army was still a great distance, the only reason he could see them was because of his elevated position in the mountains. His partner shrugged slightly "Better to die fighting than to surrender." The other man stated bluntly as he stared down the telescopic sight on his Mosin-Nagant. "We need better rifles."

"Yeah; we do. More bullets and more men would be a nice bonus too."

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Some Random Ukrainian Highway

"This panel truck is older than my mother." Smith remarked simply as he rolled down the window in the vehicle to get a breeze. The trio had procured a truck with Von Holtz's assistance and were enroute to Kiev with good timing; of the hundred and twenty miles they'd so far covered ninty of it and the outskirts of the city were barely in view. "We'll be there by nightfall by looks of it." That was Anderson as he signalled a car to change lanes; the highway was reemed with traffic on the account that Rostov was evacuating and Odessa had already been evacuated; now everyone was just trying to flee for their lives.

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Kiev, Ukraine

"Now it's time to move." The small room was filled with shadows despite it being the middle of the day. "These two pound at one another without a clue of what's going on. Time to end this idiocy." There was a clicking of firearms and a double checking of ammunition before the door burst on the large van? The figures stormed the building shooting the guards dead in their tracks. A Red Guard patrol tried to respond but they were gunned down by men with machineguns as the rest of the men ran inside the building. Screams and terror gripped the building as they arrived at a hermonically sealed lock; the Premier's office.

[Solyhniya]

Oblivious to the aggression of the Rostillian international elite, a convoy of EXPA trucks, IFV's and AFV's began pouring out of the military airport, reaching central Kyiv in under an hour.

About twenty thousand personnel were present, and had asked for the authority of the Party to set up a "Safe Zone" including field hospitlas behind the front lines of the battle that was to come. From here, EXPA assets were to head to Odesa and to the site of the previous battle; ETA: two days of travel as the convoy progressed.

[OOC: May continue this post; sorry for the brevity, I need to get my forces doing what they're they're to do.]

[West Estainia]

Kiev - Ukraine

Darkness consumed the streets of Kiev as the three moved inward; Arik had given the truck to some random person as a gift so they could slip in undetected. The two spies had ditched the AK-47s in favor of their supressed arms once more and Arik had taken to his revolver again, while not perticularly quiet it packed more of the required punch they might have needed in comparison to the supressed USP .45's; it wasn't hard to tell that in three days alone the atmosphere of the city had change considerably, the people walked briskly and silently, there was no speech or idle banter and no one lingered. "Something here is terribly terribly wrong." Von Holtz spoke slowly as they advanced down a darkened alley "You mean besides that the Imperial Army is overruning the country?" Smith cynically pointed out.

"That wouldn't have much effect on us." Von Holtz said as they came to the end of the alley. The Governmental Building towered it's seven stories in front of them and was very much changed from the time Arik had been gone. Sandbag emplacements were mounted with machine guns and a trio of men stood around smoking on top of the raised stairs. A banner hung across the top of the building clearly visable "This building is under the occupation of the Black Hand, those within have been dealt with." This caused Arik to shudder.

"Friends of yours?" Anderson said as he made sure the twelve round magazine on the pistol was full.

"Mortal enemies more like." As Arik did the same with his revolver's seven shot rotator, Smith followed this up.

"We've obviously not going through the front door." Smith remarked as they sank back into the shadows.

[Birkaine]

Southern Ukraine

The MEC camp was slightly closer to the frontlines than the Solhynyan one. The various MEC vehicles and some soldiers had to install a lenghty barricade and checkpoints to prevent the many refugees from simply rushing into the camp while it was still under construction. The soldiers looked at the supplicating masses that built up near the sealed entrances, trying to spread some food crates and look for any severely wounded refugees. However, when they gave the citizens anything, it only resulted in infighting that the MEC soldiers had to break up.

The camp established itself on a large flat extension of land and a makeshift runway, with several A-400Ms dominating the horizon, with their cargo doors opened as many supplies were unloaded. The An-124s were too large to land directly in the refugee camp, and instead they had to land on large civilian airports kilometers away. Thus, large convoys of trucks were heading towards the refugee camp from major cities. All the soldiers inside the camp worked as fast as they could to set up the installations, that included hundreds of tents, several field hospitals, field showers and kitchens, food distribution sites and other similar facilities that would allow the refugees to survive in relative confort the hard winter.

<<Lieutenant-Major Mortazavi, please report to the main command center. I repeat. Lieutenant-Major Mortazavi, please report to the main command center>> The loudspeakers blared, not in Birkanian but in Arab.

Mortazavi himself was standing on top of the only mortar-armed Patria AMV with a loudspeaker in his hands, ordering the citizens to stay calm in several languages while other soldiers tried to prevent them from stampeding into the camp.

"What do you want now?" He said, taking his radio and adressing the main command center, which was a large tent with huge antennae coming from it some distance away. "I'm busy here!"
<<Major Jahanbani wants to speak with you>> The radio operator said, and had to repeat twice due to the scandal the refugees were making.
"What about?" Mortazavi asked, shouting above the yelling "Can't I just be radioed things?"
<<Negative, this is important, we'd rather not have hostile SIGINT pick it up>>

The Lt. Major grumbled and jumped off the Patria. The pathways of the camp were still quite busy, with several Scandia trucks and Cobra vehicles going from one side to the other to supply the engineers that were working on setting up the camps, that were flooded with the smell of a number of soups and meals that were being cooked en masse. Everywhere he looked he saw either tents being put up or personel welding equipment together, with some helicopters flying overhead looking over the general structure of the camp and trying to take a guess on how many refugees would arrive. Defense for the camp rested solely on a group of Nimrod-armed Cobra vehicles, the Patria vehicles armed with a variety of weapons and a handful of professional soldiers and snipers.
Finally, he arrived to the command post, located on a subsection of the camp that was walled off the rest of the installation by sandbag positions with a group of heavy machineguns and a Stinger launcher tripod, as well as some simple radars. That part of the camp was where most of the military assets would reside, and also functioned as the entrance to the airfield. The tallest structure of the camp rose up from this point, which was the large comms mast that the MEC forces used to coordinate each other.

Mortazavi then entered the tent that was the closest to the comms mast, and inside it was packed full of computers and cables running across the floor, with operators and commanders glued to computers and maps. He then located Major Jahanbani; or Layan Jahanbani, one of the notable female commanders of the MEC after the organization had enforced gender equality. She appeared to be talking through a radio in Birkanian.

"What do you need me for?" Mortazavi interrupted.
"Oh, you came" She said, then muttered something in Birkanian through the radio "You are in charge of the camp setup, right?"
"I am"
"I've got word from Army Group Homefront." She said, referencing the military division in charge of all military operations within Birkaine "They tell us that we should prepare terrain to expand our camp to at least thrice our capacity"

A squad of three UH-60 helicopters flew above them, preventing the shocked Mortazavi to reply for some seconds.

"Are you out of your mind?" He replied "We can already house thousands of refugees, we should at least sustain the people that are out there before trying to begin everything from scratch? What does AG Homefront have to do with this situation anyways?"
"They say there will be problems with the Solhynyan camp"

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The two coastal defense battalions had already assumed their positions, totalling more than 20 batteries of two launcher vehicles each. Already deployed, they were completely immobile, and the only thing that stuck out of the forest was the radar antennae of the acquisition vehicles, while more into the woods there were a myriad of support vehicles looking over the launchers, with their tall antennae deployed to wait for orders from AG Homefront, all of them with their engines on filling the forest with the stench of burnt diesel. The vehicles themselves were six-shot Kh-55 launchers.

"This is Kotoboj, my vehicles are waiting" Said the commanding officer "Any updates?"
<<This is Kontrol actual, copy that>> He heard from the other side of the radios on his MT-LB commanding vehicle <<Agents report EXPA forces are heading into Odessa>>
"God dammit" He said, somewhat frustrated "What about Long Range Aviation, any updates from them?"
<<Morenko command has decided to stand down and relay the targets onto you, Kotoboj>> The army general replied. <<They will provide a second strike force>>
"So basically they just told us to F ourselves and get our hands dirty"
<<Pretty much. All restrictions are lifted, Kotoboj. You AO has now been established, I have managed to get you EW support from the Navy, I will give you a safe comms channel.>>

The commanding officer of the coastal defense units finished the transmission, grumbled, and then took a shot of vodka as his vehicle toured the various positions, and everywhere he went he saw the same scene. Save for eight vehicles that had broken down and had to be towed away, all soldiers reported normal activity. The vehicles were rather old and had almost never seen action, so this was a surprise to the commanding officer, who expected mechanical breakdowns to pretty much decimate his forces.

Coordinates and status of the enemy fleet had been acquired, as well as the range of frequencies their radars operated on. While this would have certainly take much longer with SIGINT equipment, the naval-based jammers picked up the frequencies almost immediately, and there was a single man to blame, a spy located on one of the Solyhniyan vessels. Not Birkanian and not even sharing the Birkanian ideology, but Maoist, part of the Force 7 terrorist group that harrassed Solyhniya.

"Allright, we wait for the higher ups to pull the trigger" The coastal defense commander finally said through the radio adressing his units, sighing in relief. "But don't stand down, we better not be caught dancing around campfires if they do want to shoot those Solyhniyans to hell and back"

The soldiers waited for some time, gradually getting more distracted, and turning some of the vehicles off to save fuel. However, the call came much earlier than expected, from the same general that had adressed them some time ago. This time his voice was much more agitated.

<<This is Kontrol actual to Kotoboj units, you are ordered to fire. I repeat, you are ordered to fire. Jamming will commence in two minutes and a half>>

The commander spit out his cofee and tried to reply, but the comms channel was already occupied by then. It seemed comms had peaked just after the general said this, and now everybody was trying to contact each other. Not wanting to hold down an order, the commander immediately informed his troops, and small sirens coming from the launcher vehicles made all footsoldiers run away for cover from the missile blasts as the launch doors opened.
On the seas, several Mirage-class electronic warfare cruisers that were currently sailing close to the Birkanian coast activated their jammers full power, targetting the frequencies at which the Solyhniyans operated on while staying far out of their attack range. The idea was to make the ships unable to shoot down the land-fired cruise missiles with their CIWSs, SAMs, and such.
Finally, the order to fire came, and 15 missiles were launched seabound by the vehicles, filling the forest with smoke. 3 of them failed and crashed some distance in front of their launcher, starting a fire that only managed to increase the confusion. Rear guard units believed these were enemy impacts, and launched 5 missiles more, giving the enemy aircraft carriers priority above any other ship, being guided by GPS using a midcourse update by the overflying AWACS and radar stations on the mainland.

[-the Ukrainian SSR-]

Kiev, Ukraine

"Alright, here comes Hell." Anderson spoke again as he pressed the block of Ukrainian C-2 into the wedge of one of the government building's many many pillars. "No structural damage, just a distraction." He assured Arik as the three moved away, circling up and around the block to come out in front of the building with Von Holtz shielded by the two spies to avoid his recognition. "Three two one, hello boys." The spy remarked idly as he depressed a simple detonator. The subsequent explosion sent the guards at the large bronze doors running. The three crossed the expanse following that with Anderson sinking two supressed shots into a lingering guards head before he could scream; Smith blasted one when they got through the door and the other spy sank a combat knife into another guards chest as they rounded a corner to the stairs. "Subtle." Von Holtz remarked blandly as they climbed the stairs with a startling amount of speed.

Topping the stairs the supressed pops of the two USP's rang out thrice more and three more men of the Black Hand fell beneath them. "The Premier's Office, where is it?" Smith asked this as they both reloaded swiftly.

"Around that corner and up another flight, it's hermonically sealed so I'm doubting they got in." Arik said with a tone that silently screamed 'I hope they didn't.' The three walked briskly down the hallway as though an aura of invinciblity surrounded them, twice more Anderson and Smith downed guards as they came out of rooms. Around the corner they went, a shot rang out before they could reach and Smith fell like a rock. As calm as day Anderson emptied his USP into the offenders chest and head. "That's for my partner." Anderson growled as he checked the downed man. "Are you dead?"

Smith coughed heavily and shook his head no. "Not yet. To hell if I can move though, I'll cover your rear." The injured spy said as he propped himself against a wall bleeding. "Remember what we did, when others will not."

"Always, Von Holtz; lets go." Anderson said simply and the two remaining men took off down the hallway...

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Odessa, Ukraine

"Listen to me!" He screamed at the idiot Estainian and his barbaric butchering of his native Ukrainian "Three, yes. Three. Woman, two children."

"I-...Oh God." The Estainian replied shortly before he remembered something and pointed at a low-baring rubble hill. "O-over there, we...I am so sorry."

"Sorry? Sorry?" That was all that was written as the Ukrainian lunged for the Estainian soldier's throat...

[West Estainia]

Kiev - Ukraine

"Right then, time to finish one part of this epic shadow game. Then I get to go back home and reclaim the throne for the Empress" Anderson said as he pushed the stairway door open with a flair, walking out as calm as day he fired two rounds into the chest of a guard outside the Premier's office. Arik was gone the moment the man fell, running full speed the surprisingly atheltic Advisor cleared the space in about twelve seconds, revolver at the ready just as another member of the Black Hand came around the other corner, three shots from the Nagant went off and the man flew out the window he was blown back to. "Anastasia!" Arik's cry was short not of fanatical but pure panic; he franically pounded the keys on the pad that released one part of the advanced lock. "Anya!" When the Advisor yelled the Premier's nickname Anderson just palmed his hand and knew. 'Politics and Romance, fuck.' The spy thought as he came to stand at the Minister's side. "So where's the other part?"

"In the office." Von Holtz muttered.

"****. Auxilary exit?" Anderson asked as he looked around.

"I believe so." The composure returned as the Minister took grip of himself, there wasn't any obvious break in the system.

"Well then, lets go find it!"

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Odessa - Ukraine

"I-...Oh God." The Estainian replied in rather bad Ukrainian shortly before he remembered something and pointed at a low-baring rubble hill. "O-over there, we...I am so sorry." He muttered as he tried to move away. The Ukrainian said something he didn't understand and then lunged at him; the Private stumbled backward suddenly and his rifle flew away from him as the civilians hands wrapped around his throat. He choked and sputtered as he fought off the enraged person but at best it was difficult due purely to the man's drive to kill him. "L-let go! L-let go!" He choked out in Russian as a shot rang out.

The man fell off and fresh beautiful air filled his lungs as he heaved great gulps in as a man with a revolver walked up next to him. "On your feet Marine." The man hoisted him up and pressed his own rifle into his chest. "This is your life line, it is your only defense. Do not ever make me shoot another civilian." The man said as he bid for a medic to check the still living man, he had only hit him in the arm. "Sir?" The Private questioned suddenly as the man went to walk away. "Yes Private?"

"Who're you, sir?" The Private asked.

"Me? General Alastaire King, and you just got promoted Corporal, for not acting on military instinct when it came to that civvie."

"G-general!?" The Private then tripped all over himself to salute properly.

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Rostov - Ukraine

"Move down the coast, continue the bomardment and lets not forget we have a carrier to hunt." The newly appointed Admiral was adjusting slowly to his field promotion but so far he'd made some sound decisions, leaving the IES-Luciella and IES-James Patterson along with support ships to cover the Marines in Odessa; the Admiral moved down the coast with the IES-New Horizons and the other half of the fleet[marines included] to harrass the mostly evacuated city of Rostov. "This isn't projected to be as bloody; the Ukrainians moved most of the civilians to Kiev or surrounding mucipalities, the only ones left are civilian militia; don't look at me like that Colonel, armed civilians are as dangerous as enemy soldiers; and the Ukrainian Red Army. Rumor has it the Red Guard is here as well but for some reason I doubt they're outside of Kiev, maybe Pripyat but that's it. Anyway lets go." "Right."

[-the Ukrainian SSR-]

Kiev, Ukraine

Von Holtz rounded another corner with revolver at the ready, three of the seven shots expended but the corridor seemed clear; both the Minister and the Spy cleared each room manually before Arik kicked a grate in. "Who's thinner?"

"Who will she react to more? You first." Anderson said plainly as he moved the grates plate out of the way. Von Holtz nodded slightly and shimmied his way into the wider-taller-than-normal air vent, bent half-over the two crept into a tunnel system that screamed 'secret passage'. Up and around, Anderson could easily say he was getting tired of ducking into Ukrainian holes. "I'm used to this but damn this is rediculous." The spy remarked just as the system came to an end at a wall? "I assume we're here."

"We are." Arik pushed against the wall with everything he had to shift the apparently solid wall inward; the minister fell through...

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Rostov, Ukraine
UNS-Minsk - Kiev-class VTOL-Carrier

"Oh Christ. The Estainians are here." The Captain was staring out at the entrance to the harbor, behind them the city was already getting alit in flame. "Fight or flight?"

"Fight; screw it. Get the planes in the air, if anything we'll go out swinging."

"Can't."

"Why?"

"They all got shot down. Yeah, we suck."

"Yes we do. Throw up the colors, get the anti-air batteries going, we'll do something."

"Right."

[West Estainia]

Kiev - Ukraine

"****." Anderson cursed as he dropped in behind Von Holtz expecting a gunfight. The scene was a little, different...

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IES-Luce - Valingrad-class Frigate

"There's a Ukrainian ship coming this way sir." One of the many radar operators said calmly as he watched the blip come their way.

"How do we know it's Ukrainian?"

"Simple; it's coming out of Rostov Harbor." The RO responded blandly as the visual of the superstructure came into physical view. "That is one big mother****er."

"...That's a capital right there, get the New Horizons on the l---" The Captain started to speak about the time the massive ship became alit with fire, a mix of improvised SAMs being fired at low baring targets? And anti-air fire from older cannons. "Brace for impact, Battlestations!"

---

[And the plot begins to thin out.]

[The Naacal]

Unknown Location
Mu Empire of the Naacal

Patterson awoke on a long table...it had the general feel of a doctor's examination table. Above him were a set of hanging lights and what looked like a softly glowing cluster of multi-colored crystals.

A Naacalian woman, her white clothing bearing the universal medical mark of the red cross over her heart was looking down at him. "Your injuries have been repaired Minister Patterson." she said. Patterson no longer felt the lingering pain of the beatings, the other tortures, the fatigue from imprisonment.

"You are in sick bay, Neirda should be along shortly."

[West Estainia]

Unknown Location
Mu Empire of the Naacal

Edward on instinct groaned as he awoke, the lack of pain causing him to blink a few times. He didn't immediately try to sit up and just stared straight up to the woman who spoke; the old man didn't respond immediately rather a few seconds passed before he laughed? The type of laughter that screamed relief and a thank without words. "Thank Luciella. I didn't---" He stopped suddenly and just fell silent smiling somewhat. "Thank you." He added softly.

[-the Ukrainian SSR-]

"This piece of land is ours, it isn't much but it's ours and we'll be damned if anyone is taking it from us without one hell of a fight." - Emperor Yaroslav I

Pripyat, Ukraine 145th Rifle Army

There was no speech, no idle banter as they professionally moved; army engineers did what they could with the time they didn't have to waste; fortifying the area as best as possible. The city was empty except for them and the civilian militia a scene being repeated a million times over as the entirity of the civilian population either fled for Kiev or one of the still being constructed Birkainian aid camps. "This is pathetic. This is our country, our land, our people and our blood and we're getting pushed back daily!" He was new and he was already complaining. "We'll push them into the ocean they came out of boy, all in due course now shut up and work."

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Kiev, Ukraine

What the spy found was not a scene ready for battle but rather more so soft and even romantic in a disturbing way. The two were wrapped in a hug, which constituted also as part of a rather deep looking lingering kiss before they released and Arik just clung to the taller woman for dear life. Their voices soft and indistinguishable to the point even Anderson's sharp ears couldn't pick up anything.

They were like this for several minutes, just standing there doting over one another without any regard for the Estainian until the finally and visably reluctantly released one another. "Хто це?" The woman spoke toward Anderson who blinked several times. "Что?" The spy asked with a confused look. "Хто ви такі?" The woman spoke again but still the spy was clueless until Arik started translating.

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UNS-Minsk

"Confirmed strike against several targets; no real damage though because these things weren't designed with ships in mind. We've expended them by the way sir. AA-batteries are still firing on to the sides of Destroyers as they're coming in closer but that's about all we're going to be doing today."

"Right, well brace for impact and hope that an Estainian Battleship doesn't pull up alongside like they did to the Kiev."

[Solyhniya]

Odessa, Ukraine

A mile-long convoy of trucks and IFV's rolled through the battlefield and into the city limits.

The scenes of destruction were beyond comparison with anything the EXPA personnel had seen before. A living hell, smoke billowed from the blown-out remains of high-rise apartment blocks, providing a Satanic foreground to a sky that was blood red and a city that smelt of death.

As EXPA continued to the residential districts where there were the most survivors, men, women and children crawled out from amidst the rubble. Having read the Ukrainian on the side of the aid trucks, and having seen the Solyhniyan flag flying proudly from the turrets of the APC's, more and more skeletal, war-scarred civilians poured out of the buildings. Solyhniyan soldiers quickly disembarked and began to set up food queues, making sure that infants were fed first. The evening air quickly filled with the smell of traditional Ukrainian borshch and warm bread.

Using the majdan at the centre of Odesa, EXPA troops set up a perimeter and watch posts, along with hundreds tents for civilians, propped up wherever there was room.

General Vlasyč approached, his helmeted head poking out of the manhole atop one of the IFV's, a smile on his face. He talked into his headset:
-"Well done, lads. Proceed with the plan: have patrols search the rest of the city, helmetcams and all."

[West Estainia]

Odessa - Ukraine

"That's quite a line." General King stood on the burned out remains of an IS-3 as he looked out beyond the beachhead. "I take half an hour to go talk to the Admiral and these---Colonel!" A man with a peaked hat from the Marine Corp Air Force popped out. "Where the HELL did all these civilians come from I thought this city was evacuated?" "And further more; how did they get past our patrols!"

"You'll find not many people willingly leave their home, General. Though as far as I know most of the population left. These fucking slavs seem to a symbol of hope though. Not to mention we can't fire on peacekeepers."

"Peacekeepers do not bring main battle tanks and naval fleets, Colonel. Find their commander, I WILL speak with him."

"Yessir." With that the Colonel was gone as Alastaire visably fumed. "Private!" Alastaire pointed to a soldier that was walking past; he was only about eighteen so his rank was easy enough to guess.

"Sir?" The Private surprisingly didn't salute. "Get the colors flying, I want the Ukrainians and their little friends to know exactly who it is that's in charge in Odessa."

"Sir, yes sir." The Private blandly walked off without a salute, a fact Alastaire appreciated. Five minutes later a Fortress-Flag of the Empire was flying over the tallest remaining building that was still stucturally sound.

---

IES-Luce - Valingrad-class Frigate

"Alright it's over. Stand up." The Captain of the Luce stood up on a wobbling deck. The Valingrad-class Frigate had taken a pounding from the improvised Ukrainian defenses none the less it had survived the onslaught. Of the numerous missiles fired from the massive Ukrainian carrier the Luce had taken eight of them with severe damage which was thankfully above the water line but none the less crippling. "SitRep." He was calm enough.

"Radar is ******, Sonar is ******." One of the many operators quickly assesed as the consoles started sparking. "Front torpedo tubes are gone, so is the VLS cell."

"What have we got left?"

"Small arms and the 5'."

"****. Pull us up along side that thing, I want it. I want it alive, and I want her Captain's head for ruining our baby."

"On it sir."

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IES-New Horizons - Nimitz-class Aircraft Carrier

"Status?" The Admiral wasted no time with formalities as he stepped onto the bridge, a few of the consoles managed to spark before engineers went to work. "SITREP." He repeated; this caused heads to pop up.

"Aside from losing a single radar array sir we're perfectly fine. We did however lose a flight of 214s."

"A FLIGHT? Goddess preserve them, damn it get S&R in the air NOW."

"Sir they're still spewing Anti-Air."

"At the Destroyers." The Admiral remarked as someone handed him off a battle report. "I want 214's in the air and I want battleship support yesterday!"

"Already on it sir."

---

Belkan Air Space - Flight Designation 'Fortress'

"Where are we?" The Pilot impatiently said as he eyeballed his radar and his fuel gauge simultanously. "Let me land you Belkan pricks. Let me ****ing land." He cursed to himself silently as he kept bulleting over the actual Belkan countryside at this point, interceptors were just one of his worries; that gauge was getting closer and closer to empty. Suddenly he heard yet another explosion over the radio. "Tell me you guys are okay. Lie to me if you have to."

"We're a little ****ing busy here if you don't mind. Oh Go----" The transmission cut and the Pilot gulped as he turned his head back to the cabin. The Empress looked visably worried and almost distraught. 'I can't **** this up. I can't...' He thought to himself as he pushed the aircraft deeper into Belkaland.

[-the Ukrainian SSR-]

Odessa, Ukraine

"This is weird." He was just one of the many who had emerged from the half-standing buildings, the Estainians hadn't bothered or assaulted them, it was expected of the honorific nation to not harm civilians as much as they could avoid it. "This is really weird." The same man said again as he stared one way at the Estainians, standing ready and armed; meancing but still. "They won't fire over here while we're here." Another one said.

"Tell that to my family." Another man came up with his arm in a sling. "Murdered them, those bastards over there. Shot them down in cold blood. They're not honorable, they're genocidal."

"You think the Solhynianians are using us as shields?" A woman spoke as she clutched a small child closer to her.

"Yours?" The man in the sling spoke and she shook her head. "My sister."

"Ah. Anyway; it's a possiblity but they're on our side aren't they?"

"They're on the goverment's side." Another man spoke when he walked up with a dusty looking old fashioned uniform on. "Militia." He said simply "Not that it matters anymore. I heard the Estainians are moving on Kiev; we're screwed."

"Thanks for the faith, comrade. You're one of the Militia, or Ex-Militia at any rate. You should be holding us together."

"We're together as it is. We're Ukrainians, they're Estainians. That makes them the enemy. That makes us comrades."

"Sounds about right."

---

Kiev, Ukraine

The ensuing conversation between Anderson and the Premier consisted of his speaking, getting translated, her speaking, getting translated and the process repeated; occasionally the two Ukrainians distracted themselves from the spy if only to stare at one another to assure it wasn't a dream they were going through. Finally the Premier opened her desk and presented a manilia folder to the spy who took it idly; flipping through it. "Holy ****" That was in English which caused Arik and Anastasia both to look up. "These are real? Like honest to god mechanized armor?" They nodded.

"We have to get out of the country." Arik suddenly said out of no where, Anderson blinked and then nodded. "Where to, I've got a million in every currency and we can hide anywhere."

"You're an Estainian."

"So was her mum." Anderson pointed to the Premier.

"That's subjective, never proven."

"You want my help or not? Natasha never had children, that woman right there is the last heir to the Romanov Dynasty."

"No I'm not." Anastasia spoke in perfect English...

[Birkaine]

Mortazavi had just come out of the command tent, looking left and right and saw several groups of combat soldiers readying some heavy defense-oriented weaponry such as two large VADS antiair chainguns, loading lenghty belts of 20mm ammunition into the iron beasts, relocating some of the TOW launchers and machineguns to face the direction of the Solyhniyan forces on Mortazavi's command, as the Birkanian military authorities told them to prepare for foreign agression at any moment, and they had to make do with the limited weaponry they had.
Out of the 2000 soldiers, only about 160 were actual frontline troops, whereas the rest was made up of logistics soldiers, medics and volunteers from various organizations that had ended up in that place. When Mortazavi returned to the roadblocks at the main entrance of the camp the situation was still pretty much the same, with several soldiers shouting different things to the desperate masses in ukrainian and arabic, the latter to see if there were any ethnic arabs that would make it easy to coordinate the efforts between MEC forces and the refugees, as all translators had their hands full.

<<Everybody, please group up with your families>> The soldier on top of the AMV yelled through the loudspeaker <<I repeat, everybody please group up with your families, it will make registration and entry much easier. Thank you very much.>>
"Any news, sir?" A captain asked Mortazavi, walking up to him "Can we open up the gates already? These people are pretty agitated"
"Yes" Mortazavi replied "But I don't want any fucking stampedes. Do it as orderly as you can, I don't care if it takes us the entire afternoon"
"Understood" The captain saluted and then went towards the gatekeepers.
<<Any missing persons are to be reported to the blue group>> The soldier with the loudspeaker said, showing the civilians a blue piece of cloth <<We are identified by the blue armband>>

Several desperate civilians took this as their cue to rush up to the vehicle, yelling in panic about their missing family members to the young MEC soldier, who couldn't do much about it, especially seeing how he could not understand a thing of what they were yelling all at once, despite speaking ukrainian. The tension of the civilians began increasing as time went by, until the gatekeeper soldiers grouped up and with a lot of effort lifted the chzech hedgehog that blocked the way to the camp via a lenghty piece of razor wire. Immediately some other soldiers had to intervene to prevent the camp from being rushed, by pushing back the refugees until they formed a line, where they entered more orderly.
Several soldiers were used to guide them to their respective installations, while the bulk of the personell was used to conduct a small census of the refugees, and found them numbering up to 7,500 and rising, and the large food distribution network was soon put up in place. Apart from numbering them, the MEC soldiers conducted medical check lists and missing families, and began putting up all that data on leaflets that were handed over to the civilians.

<<Section J is at full capacity, A through G are getting filled fast>> Mortazavi heard through his radio coming from one of the overseers.
"What!? So soon?" He said, irate "I still see a huge mass of people here and you tell me we're running out of space?"
<<Aye>> The overseer replied <<It's getting pretty crowded in food all distribution and hospital subsections too>>

The helicopters flew above Mortazavi again, deafening him for some seconds, before they got some altitude and began circling the camp, looking over the movement of the masses and trying to find any irregularities, and probably to shoot any bandit full of holes. Reconaissance units -mostly in the form of snipers- were soon dispatched to oversee the situation going on in the front and what the Solyhniyans were doing.

[Solyhniya]

-"What the f*ck are they doing?"
-"Someone's told them they're going to be attacked by us."

Vlasyč and three officers sat in a tent, surveying satellite pictures sent by the Komisariat of Defence.

-"You can see clear lines of defence... here, here and here. It's difficult to make out what exactly they're using, but it doesn't look like Lyran tanks, so I doubt there's much to fear."
-"Irrelevant. We already have assets in Kyiv. We don't need to confront them, and we do not want to compromise the operation. There are thousands of Ukrainians who need food and shelter and I'm not going to leave them out to dry just because these Arabs have been told to provoke us. We Solyhniyans are truly Ukrainians. We are one and the same. Can you imagine if our troops had abandoned the wounded in the Siege of Maryk two years ago in order to go chasing the Kurzhevski armour brigade? Neither can I."
-"This has all happened because of the missile attack on the backup task force."
-"Do you have the report yet?"
-"It's right here sir. Casualty estimates have not been calculated yet, and alongside an 'incident' on one of the subs..."

[-the Ukrainian SSR-]

Kiev, Ukraine

She didn't let the Estainian down gently, the simple straightforward approach had always been a speciality of hers after all. "No I'm not." Clear as day in perfect though slightly accented English caused the spy to drop the folder he was holding and look at her slightly dumbfoundly.

"I'm sorry, what?" Anderson spoke numbly at best, clearly shocked though it soon passed and he resumed his professional charm.

"I am not the last Romanov." She said as calmly as could be imagined, behind those eyes that spoke leagues of anger and despostic attitude there was a slight spark of warmth when she said it.

"Okay. So, who is?" Anderson responded calmly enough though if you looked at his eyes they screamed kid in a candy shop.

Anastasia smiled some, it was like a combination of sugar-sweet and really creepy so Anderson blinked a couple of times to avoid laughing. A silence took over for a few minutes as she left him to stew over the thought of it before she finally broke it with two simple words. "My daughter." Anderson fell out of his chair.

---

Pripyat, Ukraine

"So do we know who's in charge over there?" A man equal to the rank of Colonel spoke as a nice line of abrest Estainian tanks forwarded themselves along with lines of infantry and IFVs. "It's not General King, sir. That's about all we know as reports say King retreated to Odessa to set up his command post and hasn't left it in a while. Likely he'll be directly involved at Kiev, maybe Rostov but apparently he's left it up to one of his Lt. Colonel's here."

"Good, good. We can use that to our advantage; we're backs to the walls at this point gentlemen. We're the only thing that stands between those boys still fortifying Kiev and the surrounding passes and their destruction. No retreat, no surrender; I want ten of them for every one of ours."

"No promises but we'll do what we can." A Sargeant spoke as the screech of Estainian rocket artillery could be heard from the close distance between the two forces. Hell had come again...

[The Naacal]

Sick Bay
Location Unknown
Mu Empire of The Naacal

Patterson, taking in the surroundings could tell that the room had the general feel of a hospital ICU, although some of the equipment looked unfamiliar. The door opened and Minister Neirda stepped in, wearing for the first time Naacal traditional garb. "I am glad they were able to get to you in time, Edward. I hope you are well."

"We have obtained a selection of Estainian clothing suitable for one of your stature. I offer you the hospitality of my home until the political situation in Estainia stabilizes. I was wondering though... What events led you to become a prisoner? Is their a coup going on in Estainia?"

At the mention of clothing, Patterson is aware that all he has on is a kind of hospital gown. The door opens again and a man in a black uniform enters. Long-haired like most Naacalians, he salutes Neirda with the same style of salute the Naacal seem to use saluting royalty. "We were not tracked on our way out, and I brought this, for interrogation." Lethrel handed Neirda a small glowing blue crystal. Then with military precision turned and left the sickbay.

Neirda smiled, but it had an odd feel to it...the same kind of smile Patterson had seen on Director Nialyth... "Perhaps after I show you around a bit, you would like to interrogate that colonel that was holding you prisoner." holding up the crystal for Patterson to see.

For a brief moment Patterson thought he saw the screaming face of his captor...or maybe it was just a trick of the light.

[West Estainia]

"It's not what it seems; not what they think. You're just dreaming." - Natasha Romanov

New Moscow - Estainia

"The Imperial Guard has retreated across the country, reports indicate that they're probably going to tell everyone."

"Let them."

"Sir with respect the Nationalist Guard or at least the entirity of it does not stand with us, five hundred men will not hold off armies regardless of how good they are."

"We are more powerful than they can possibly imagine. Numbers do not and never have won wars."

"What about the Order? When Cornelius comes out of his tower we're screwed. We're going to piss off the person in the Empire with just as much power as the Empress."

"The Order of the Golden Spyglass is of no threat to me."

"I disagree sir, they are widely popular and they are the most powerful men and women in the country."

"Their secret boy scout club cannot stand against us."

"You are not the Emperor of Estainia, There is NO Emperor. Those people out there will not follow you; they will not bend their knees to a despotic and quite frankly neither will I-----" The soldier spoke no more as a bullet buried itself into his brain.

"Silence. Someone take him away."

---

Sickbay - Location Unknown - The Mu Empire of The Naacal

Patterson sat up as he took his surroundings in, when Nerida spoke he involentarily shrugged. "I am honestly clueless my friend." Edward said honestly enough, "I'm willing to say that with the circumstances of my capture there's a strong possiblity of a coup de'tat going on. Such a shame too, we had just reunited." He sighed slightly as his eyes caught the crystal in their sight. 'That was no trick of the light.' He thought, his experiences around Nialyth and Nerida had taught him one thing, never take anything at face value. That crystal was something far more...sinister and the smile that Nerida gave was disturbing. "I wouldn't mind that, though I should probably dress first."

---

Kiev - Ukraine

Anderson pulled himself off of the floor and picked up the folder and it's contents quickly. "So the Romanov family lives on. I would ask who the father is but I think I can guess." He said simply as he dusted his suit off. "If we're leav---"

"I am not leaving; my people need me here and I refuse to abandon them."

"You should go, she is in good hands. We will work with the Empress to end this before it gets worse."

"Very well, well my partner is a level down and badly wounded I need to see to him, if you would please?" Anderson nudged towards the door and Anya depressed a button, with a gentle hiss the door slid open on finely oiled ball barings. "Thank you. Dasvedanya!" The spy jolted out of the door with the folder in hand and went to retrieve his partner/friend.

---

[OOC: Lets just get this out there, we've been chucking this around for a couple days now but I'm going to cement it. This will NOT become a gargantuan clusterfuck of armies and alliances that will brutally murder my brother's first RP experience on NS, understood? Good.]

[Solyhniya]

[OOC: Lets just get this out there, we've been chucking this around for a couple days now but I'm going to cement it. This will NOT become a gargantuan clusterfuck of armies and alliances that will brutally murder my brother's first RP experience on NS, understood? Good.]

OOC: You got my TG, right? The only reason I'm here is because your bro asked me to join the war against you, and since we're both basically Ukraine and we've been allies for a while now, I accepted. I was about to until he launched an ICBM, causing me to rethink. I could then only justify sending peacekeepers with the side task of defending Ukie infrastructure. My backup task force moved into play in case they were attacked and needed air support or land support from the small temporary base in Ukraine. However, this was unacceptable to a number of Rostillian powers, who decided to show hostility.

As yet, I am soon to post a response to Birkaine's attack. He's a good RPer and the side story for this could be quite interesting, but seeing as this has descended into a (highly entertaining, I must say ) character RP, I don't want to fill your thread with naval battles that have nothing to do with your chars so we could easily start another thread for this. It's totally up to you.

[Belkaland]

Wehr, Belkaland
Aldermann LwB

General Erwin Schueler, the Commander of Aldermann Luftwaffe Base, watched a radar over the shoulder of one of the many radar operators as the radar showed an almost transparent blur off to the northeast of Belkaland. Detected roughly 10 minutes before, the radar operators had believed it to be a malfunction in the radar system, but after failing to clear it up, they called up General Schueler. "So what do think it is, Airman?" The radar operator fiddling with the radar in further attempts to cut through the distortion replied, "In all honesty sir, I'm not sure what it is. It almost looks like someone's got a hold of our radar frequency and is emitting that same signal to distort our radars." "Hmm... Get some birds in that area, I wouldn't put it pass the Solyhniyians to be flying spyplanes to see our defenses." "Yes sir!"

Out on the tarmac, 4 Hy-21 Omnius armed with 8 Joint Dual Role Air Dominance Missiles (JDRADM) with a pair of AIM-9Xs moved onto the runway and took off, heading for the suspected area to the northeast.