From the Mansmouth Saturday Post
...the vast majority of Home Fleet departed the Roads on Thursday evening, leaving past the Nenton Lighthouse by the northern passage. Of major elements, only GFS Behemoth (undergoing routine maintenance and upgrade to radranger systems in drydock) and GFS Galloqui (laid up with boiler problems) remained behind. Although no comment has been forthcoming from the Admiralty, we may surmise that this development is due to the announced summer training off Cape Deliverance in Noropia...
Holapur, Gallaga
Near the Crooked Border; Camp of the 1st Vesshampton Regiment of Artillery
“Christ, you took long enough,” said Corporal Andrew Olson when his mate finally returned with the cigarettes. “Give me a smoke already.”
“You should have seen the line, Andy,” said Private Gary St. John. “God-damn heathen Gallers stretched as far as the eye could see. Smelled like the inside of a latrine and looked like one too.”
“That's why I'm staying upwind,” said Olson, lighting up. “At least they're not trying to blow us up any more.”
“Speak for yourself. Big brute of a fellow shoved his shoulder into me on my way back, almost knocked me down. He had a Rumbiak Brigade tattoo, I think.”
“You knocked him down for his impudence, I hope?”
“With five brutes just behind him, fists balled?”
“God damn it, Gary, and you wonder why they don't respect us any more. Get a few of the boys, we'll go teach this rat-eating Galler of yours a lesson or two.”
“I, uh, I don't know if the lieutenant would like that very much...”
“All the more reason not to tell him. What are you, a fucking coward Noropian running home to momma? One of them pushes you, you knock them on their ass. It's the only way to maintain the natural order.”
By this time, Olson was already on his feet, barking at several nearby soldiers to get up and come with him.
“I'm not sure this is a good idea,” said St. John, but he still scurried after his friend.
SS Margaret Huxton
Approaching the Walmingtonian Cape Colonies
There was nothing to distinguish Margaret Huxton from any of the other British-registered break bulk steamers plying the southern Gallagan Ocean. Her master spoke with a broad Midlands accent, her papers were all in order, she moved at a leisurely pace along established shipping routes. Nothing at all – save her cargo of weapons, ammunition, and explosives.
Margaret Huxton was one of the many innocent-looking steamers employed by Iansisle's Naval Intelligence Office and she was here, off Port Elizabeth, on a vital mission. For months, agents of the NIO had been making contacts within the Cape Colonies' separatist movement, one which had previously had the power to almost completely stop traffic within Port Mavis itself. If Ranalte's gambit with Gallaga were to succeed, then Walmingtonian and Crooked forces in Gallaga must be isolated from their home bases. Two critical resupply routes ran into the area: one through the Walmy Cape Colonies, the other through Crooked Timor.
Unfortunately, as Home Fleet could not be deployed to the area without raising major suspicions, the Navy only had the strength to directly strike at one of these targets. Timor, because of its closer proximity to resupply bases at Batam, had been the natural choice. A task force consisting of most of Iansisle's local presence – the battlecruiser Liberty, the large MAFD Veritas, a light MAFD squadron, a light cruiser squadron, and a destroyer flotilla – were on their way to Crooked Timor, although they had left Batam declaring they were bound for Davao and only diverted well out to sea.
That left the neutralization of the Cape Colonies to more nefarious means.
((ooc: WoS, since it's your separatist movement, I'll leave this more up to you. ))
Holapur
“And just what in the hell do you think you're playing at?”
“Well, you see, sir, that Galler went and tried to knock down one of my mates --”
“I don't care if he fucking impregnated one of your mates, Olson! A black eye and a cut lip is the last thing we need before moving out!”
“...moving out, sir?”
Nusheld, Gallaga
The Rhinoceros Gate, Palace of the Republic
“...and thus the Gallagan Republic, with the full backing of the Federation, must demand the immediate and unconditional end of Crooked* colonialism on and around the Gallagan subcontinent. If this is not agreed to within the next twenty-four hours, then the Republic shall have no recourse other than military action.”
Of course, the ultimatum was something of a formality and an answer was not expected. So confident, in fact, were the Gallagan and Iansislean planners that they intended to launch the initial strikes of Operation Star-Rise (raids into Crooked Gallaga and Ceyloba) within just two hours of the note's delivery. Questioned on the international stage, of course, the Republic would answer that they were responding to reports of Crooked fire across the border. Whether or not this fire actually existed was irrelevant.
* -- or Walmingtonian, depending to which capital the note was delivered.
((ooc: OOC Thread here: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=58688))