Shadows of a Hot Summer

by **Arthurista** » Thu Jul 18, 2013 3:33 pm

64 bombers deployed for 'military exercise' in southern Pardes

A Tupolev/Arthuristan Dynamics Blizzard during the New Bristol Airshow

Mathilda Ochibwe, military correspondent

18/07/2013, 17:16

Loweport, Arthurista

A large contingent of the Arthuristan People's Air Force will be deployed to the Hardenburghian territory of New Caledon within 24 hours to participate in a previously unannounced joint exercise, the Ministry of Defence spokesperson said in a press conference today.

According to the surprise statement, the forces dispatched will include the 3rd Strategic Bomber Group, which has 64 Arthuristan Dynamics Blizzards within its order of battle. The model, essentially Tupolev Tu-160 Blackjacks which have undergone a deep upgrade program in the early 2000s, is one of the largest supersonic bombers in the world. Joining them is the 7th Fighter Group with a similar number of Arthuristan Dynamics Cyclones, a 4th generation fighter, albeit modernised and still very capable against most threats.

While the terse statement did not give a detailed explanation of the rationale for the sudden deployment, most observers agree that the move was intended to demonstrate Arthurista's resolve in defending its new ally against external intervention, just as Hardenburgh attempts to resolve its territorial dispute with Hippostania.

"I think the decision to send the fleet was a message enough," said a source within MINDEF who wished to remain unnamed, "this is just to make sure that they take the hint."

by **Belfras** » Fri Jul 19, 2013 4:19 am

H.M.S Dillan's hope.
Victoria-class BCGN,
Sixth fleet, second squadron.
Hardenburgh Coast,
Mouth o' the Tywal
Captain Neil Hamrock

The Dillan's Hope had cleared the naval port and was making her way out of the Mouth o' the Tywall, a respectably sized inlet area that led to the naval base. The deck was slowly getting quieter as people filed inside or went about doing their duties. Two people were up on the top of the superstructure supported by harnesses while performing some last-minute maintenance inside the enclosed radar mast. Behind the Victoria-class warship the last tugboat was turning around to head back to Tywal, happy that the warship was now fully underway.

The bridge was also relatively quiet. Despite the fact that it was embedded between four rather large phased arrays, the sound of machinery or electrical humming was completely muffled, leaving only the tapping of keyboards, touch-screen devices, or general conversation as the only noise on the bridge. In the captains chair, Captain Neil Hamrock was sipping away at his brew whilst idly looking at his display. The screens large representation of the ship divided into compartment blocks with status updates had a windowed cards game on the bottom left.

"Captain." a voice called from the aft, "Incoming communication from command, it's going through the decypter now." the crewman talking was clad in full digital workgear and had the appearance of Altrenian-descent. He darted over to Captain Hamrock shortly after the communication was printed out on the page. Hard-copy of communications, off of anything digital. Neil read it after nodding to the crewman, dismissing him so he can return to his station. Neil idly grabbed the handset and hit the 'SHIPWIDE' button before speaking into it.

"Good afternoon, Dillan's Hope. We've just received our orders now that we are out of the barn. From the Royal Admiralty at Portsdown to the Royal Naval warship Dillan's Hope. Chart and execute course for transit along Hardenburghian coastline north-bound or until further orders are given. Ensure all on-board systems are functional for patrol duties to be assigned at a later point." Neil nodded to himself after a few moments before flicking the switch again, placing the handset down. He then spoke aloud so everybody in the CIC could hear him. "The message goes on; Conduct emergency drills during voyage but stand-by for possible mission change as situation in Hardenburgh-Hippostania war unfolds. You know what that means, ladies and gents?" Neil called aloud, before pointing directly at his XO - Commander Natasha Gordinfell. "Simulate a fire in engineering and order the cantina to bring up more sandwiches."

H.M.S Dillimore
Fanwerth-class AGESN
Ninth fleet, 5th Intelligence Flotilla.
International waters, near Yoshiwa.
Captain Jebediah Orlando

In stark contrast to the uniformity, professionalism, and respect that a Royal Naval warship, the crew of the Dillimore was significantly less orderly. Most Fanwerth-class ships were crewed by a mixture of Naval personnel and specialist radar operators for the ships massive Camelback array. Most of the crew were still dressed in the navies new digital-pattern uniforms but, for example, the Captain was playing minigolf with several members of the CIC crew.

Cheers erupted after a Second Leftenant got a hole-in-one, having rebounded past two wire protectors and into the plastic cup. The cheers masked the beeping but not the rapid noise created by an encrypted message being recieved, decrypted, and printed. The chief comms officer ripped the sheet out of the printer and jogged over to Captain Orlando, still club in hand, before handing it to him. The Captain rested his own club to the side and read it aloud so everyone in the CIC could hear.

"Right'o.. From Naval Command, Portsdown to H.M.S Dillimore. Hold position 150 nautical miles north of Yoshiwa in preparation to shadow approaching Pravengrian fleet bound for Hardenburgh. Upon interception set Camelback array to active and report as much information regarding Pravengrian force to Nava Command, Portsdown. Maintain array as long as possible before withdrawing to a safe distance. In the event of being fired upon, follow protocol nine-alpha."

Captain Orlando then peered out at everyone, the room was deathly quiet. "Right. Warm the camelback up for action and set a course for the target area. SATCOM, commence uplink and constant datastream for INTOP." he waved his hand around afterward before pointing at a particular group of people. "Get CIWS online and double-check the liferaft launchers. After that, I expect this tournament to continue, got it?

by **Tehraan** » Fri Jul 19, 2013 12:35 pm

TCTV Regional

South Pardesi Commonwealth attacks!
Central Government condemns unwarranted aggression against Hippostania
^{It is a sign of strength to rail against fate, rather than bow ones head in acceptance.(The Union's eternal victory)}

Peace and Brotherhood

Foreign minister Mitalref Lraga during his address at the press conference

At the latest central government press conference, foreign minister Mitalref Lraga addressed the Hardenburg-Hippostanian crisis regarding the status of Nieuw-Aalmeria, a Hippostanian enclave that the Hardenburgian government has recently attacked in an effort to claim sovereignty over the city and its surrounding areas.

“The Southern Pardesi Commonwealth has no valid historical, political or cultural claim over the Nieuw-Aalmeria, nor is the enclave a significant threat to the SPC. There is no way to describe Hardenburg's actions, other than unwarranted and unprovoked aggression, aimed specifically with no other purpose but to expand the SPC's territory. The central government of the Hegemonic Union condemns the Southern Pardesi Commonwealth and anyone who supports it for its expansionism.” As quoted from the foreign minister's address.

Despite being a longstanding supporter of Rodarion and its schemes of terrorism and murder directed against peacefull and innocent citizens of the Hegemonic Union, the Southern Pardesi Commonwealth has maintained economic relations and trade agreements with Tehraan and the Hegemonic Union for years. There have been talks within the central government, whether such leniency for the sake of free flow of resources and free enterprise is worth considering the SPC's stance. However there has been no official confirmation that the central government plans to impose economic sanctions on the Southern Pardesi Commonwealth.

New to this pact, the People's Commonwealth of Arthurista, a militantly socialist nation long known for its vivid support of aggressive expansionism and anti-social insurrectionism as part of the International coalition of expansion, concluded an alliance treaty with the Southern Pardesi Commonwealth, further cementing its aggressive policy and is planning to move its navy south. Putting more pressure on Hippostania to bow down to SPC expansionism.

Whether the dangerous trend of aggressive powers joining to destroy peace and stability for the sake of increased political and territorial control will continue, is a question many in the central government ask. Despite opposition, the Pravengrian government has threatened to retaliate against the SPC, prompting increased tensions and further destabilizing actions with forces around the region gearing up for a conflict that can spread across the Telesian and central ocean. All for one small city.

Minister Mitalref Lraga reassured the Union and its citizens that "It is the Unions prerogative to take any action to assure peace and stability across the region. Our response shall be swift, justified and decisive, with the overall greater good of Pardes in our hands.”

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by **Pravengria** » Fri Jul 19, 2013 1:39 pm

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by **Rodarion** » Sun Jul 21, 2013 6:02 am

Saint Raphael Cathedral, Romula, 10.32am

Saint Raphael Cathedral, one of the great structures of the Papal Republic, it’s vast tower and dome dominated the skyline of Turecea District, across the Vedea River from the Vatican, it stood as a sister to Saint Peter’s Basilica, a proud structure and a national landmark adored by Rodarian’s religious population. The steps before it’s doors had seen many famous leaders of Rodarion past, the most famous to many was Adrian Antoneşcu, the founding father of the Rodarian Salvation Party and the first Christian Nationalist President. To many in Rodarion, Saint Raphael was a symbol of Rodarion’s conviction to God, it’s dedication to Christ and its servitude to the faith. It was a much loved building. But on this Sabbath day, it would never look the same again.
On this Sabbath day, the cathedral stood to the limits of its capacity, over 2,000 people crammed into the Church’s hall to hear the sermon of Bishop Emilian Dragu. A plump man, but very charitable, he led over six charities aimed at improving the conditions of Romula’s poor. This Sabbath day felt good in Rodarion, the national atmosphere was content and hopeful, the rise of Tiberiu Alexandrescu to the presidency has calmed fears of a major crackdown on freedoms and civil rights following the protests, the issues with Pravengria abroad have also washed away anger over the Pope Julius Square massacre, as soon as both state and free media in Rodarion began blaming the protests on Pravengrian agents.

The mood within the cathedral was warm and happy, the sun was out for the fourth day in a row in which now formed a continued heatwave, the economy was growing again and the cost of living fell for the sixth consecutive month. There was much to thank God for and they came in their thousands to do so.

As Bishop Dragu prepared his sermon, a man in the 28th row from the pulpit stood up and walked out, leaving behind a huge backpack, something so huge only a wealthy camper or backpacker would carry. No one noticed as the first hymn began to grow as thousands of Rodarian Catholics threw open their voices. As they sung Te Deum to their heart’s content, the mysterious man left the cathedral grounds and crossed the road towards a phone box, waiting patiently for this elderly woman to leave. As she did, the booming voices of Te Deum echoed out onto the street, the man looked unfazed, he placed in several Leu coins into the machine and dialled a number written on a tiny piece of paper he withdrew from his shirt pocket. As the ring tone hummed away, the singing became louder, then the ring tone halted. Two seconds later a huge boom roared across the open space around the Cathedral, the 653 year old glass windows shattered, releasing clouds of brown dust out of the sides, the main doors flew apart as further dust blew out, the bells shuddered as the tower swayed, a section of the Cathedral roof collapsed in, the singing voices were replaced with screams and sobbing. Within minutes sirens began to grow louder and louder as the emergency services raced towards this great atrocity.

Rodarion had suffered its worst terror attack, yet there was a plot much deeper to this bombing than anyone would care to imagine. War was on the way.

by **Rodarion** » Sun Jul 21, 2013 7:20 am

BREAKING NEWS

Saint Raphael Cathedral Bombed - hundreds feared dead

Emergency Services rush to the scene, hundreds are feared dead or trapped inside in the Cathedral

21 July 2013

Reports are streaming in from across Romulă of a huge explosion around Saint Raphael Cathedral, it has now been confirmed that a huge explosion has completely destroyed the Cathedral. Emergency Services have reported that hundreds are dead or trapped inside the rubble, casaulties outside the Cathedral have been already counted at 32 dead and 65 injured. There is heavy damage to surrounding buildings, with one apartment block completely wiped out, 18 Children were confirmed deceased by the emergency services. Romulă Police has cordened off the area and all gas mains have been shut down as a precaution. Six other structures surrounding the Cathedral have also been completely destroyed and many cars have been spotted burning, a Bus carrying 11 people was seen ablaze, Fire Fighters confirm all passengers have been killed.

There is also reports of structural damage to buildings several blocks away, with over 43 people being treated for wounds relating to falling glass. Emergency Service personnel have rushed to the Cathedral itself, with reports that half of the 653 year old Cathedral has collapsed, the main Cathedral tower has been reported to have collapsed onto a nearby apartment building. Members of the Papal Army have been called up for the rescue effort and over 300 Orducii members have volunteered to assist. Nearby Hospitals have been ordered to clear car parks and empty rooms for the injured.

Romulă Police have also stated an evacuation order has been placed on the Vatican and all 258 Cardinals are expected to be evacuated to a secure location soon. His Holiness is absent from the capital and is expected to meet his Cardinals at the secure location due to the threat of a secondary bombing against the Vatican. The Serpahim Guard has reportedly closed Saint Peter's Square. The Romulă Ambulance Service has stated that they expected total fatalities to reach over 1,000 due to the tightly packed nature of the Cathedral.

The Papal Defence Corps has announced it is in contact with the Papal Army, Office of the Holy Inqusition and Romulă Police in attempts to form a pan-government investigation into the bombing. The Romulă Police Command has declared the explosion a terrorist incident.

We will keep you updated.

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by **Rodarion** » Sun Jul 21, 2013 8:39 am

Brâlia, Rodarion, 10.45am

The City of Brâlia the largest urban area on the shores of the Gulf of Celes was the final tour destination of His Holiness the Pope Pius III, as he walked along the streets shaking hands and blessing his adoring people, news of the bombing had not yet reached Pope Pius, ignorant of the chaos and crime committed in the capital he continued to walk down the street towards Saint Gabriel Cathedral, the main church and religious hub of Brâlia. He was flanked on both sides by armed members of the Seraphim Guards although not in their usual ceremonial armour and armed with swords or halberds, they did however don their ‘out of base’ uniform, the dark red tunics with black trousers and armed with AM-11 assault rifles.

As the Pope passed a group of Nuns who bowed at his presence, a man jumped forth through them and fired six shots towards the Pope. The first shot missed and the Nuns pushed him about throwing his aim away from His Holiness and out towards the building across the street and down into the tarmac itself. The Pope flinched and threw himself to the floor, breaking his left wrist. The would be assassin again pushed into the street by the Nuns was then shot 28 times by the Pope’s guards. He flung about as the bullets pierced his chest and stomach, then fell to the floor. The crowds along the street screamed and shouted in fear. The Pope lifted himself up with one hand, holding his broken wrist close to his chest, turned and spat on the corpse of his would be killer, his small cap lay dirtied and bloodied on the floor, he picked it up and sighed. His guards and paramedics swarmed him, much to his annoyance. He waved them away from him as he was escorted to a nearby blacked out van carrying a first aid kit.
He turned to ashen faced aid.

“I am fine Nicolae, just broke my fucking wrist” the Pope groaned as a security guard wrapped his arm up.

“No, you Holiness.. there’s... there’s been a bombing” the young aide struggled to utter.

“What? Where?” the Pope stood up slowly, all those around him looking in fear.

“Saint Raphael Cathedral... it’s been completely destroyed, it was bombed during mass” the young man finally broke the news, his eyes welling up with tears.

“My God...” the Pope slumped back into the boot of the van, his face plain with horror and shock.

“God help them” he muttered, the worst day in Rodarian history had come to a close.

by **Rodarion** » Sun Jul 21, 2013 2:46 pm

BREAKING NEWS

Saint Raphael Cathedral Bombing

Emergency Services pushed to the limit as death toll reaches 984

21 July 2013

The efforts of the Emergency Services in the capital have been extraordinary, however they have reported strains in their response due to the huge intake of wounded, as it stands 984 people have died and over 1,000 have been wounded following the bombing of Saint Raphael Cathedral this morning. There has also been a confirmation fo a failed assassination of his Holiness the Pope at 10.42am, the Seraphim Guard has reported he suffered a broken wrist when he took cover on the floor, it is also reported that His Holiness was saved by a group of Nuns who lined the street to greet the Holy Father during his tour of Brâlia, they have been awared 5,000 Leu each according to the Government spokesman. In a most recent development, the Department of the Papal Defence Corps has reported that it has arrested one man who is believed to be the bomber.

He has been confirmed as a Pravengrian who has Rodarian citizenship and has lived in Rodarion for over six years, he was spotted by several CCTV cameras in a phonebox close to the Cathedral, his phone call resulted into the explosion and telephone line records placed his call onto a mobile phone, which was confirmed as the detonator by investigators already. He has been detained at a secret location outside Romulă, the PDC has reported that he will appear live to the nation in accordance to Rodarian law which will cover his confession.

Today has been the most dramatic and painful day in Rodarian modern history, over 1,000 people are feared to of have died and a failed assassination attempt on his Holiness has prompted a huge outcry of anger towards the government over why they failed to secure Rodarion from this most horrific crime. Hundreds of people have swarmed onto social networking sites to convey their anger at the terrorists and the government in failing to keep Rodarian safe from this mad killers.

Six people were arrested in Voluntari when they amassed around a Pravengrian home and threatened to set it ablaze, the Ministry of the Interior has issued a safety warning to all Pravengrians in the country and recommended they leave the Papal Republic for the time being. 28 Pravengrians were escorted by police to the Pravengrian embassy to keep them safe when one such man was attacked and hospitalised, he is in a stable condition and under police protection. However there are reports of police officers assaulting Pravengrians, however this most down to rumour and speculation due to the atmosphere in the capital.

The Seraphim Guard also announced that all 258 Cardinals have arrived at their secure spot and will remain there until the security services are certain the threat is over.

Bishop Dragu the head of the Saint Raphael Cathedral has been confirmed as one of the deceased, the National Health Agency has reported that 458 children are among the dead and they expect fatalities to reach to 1,200 by tomorrow morning. Romulă Police and Papal Army units are continuing the dig through the rubble and have managed to extract 103 people from the rubble alive, however they doubt this will continue due to the time between now and the bombing itself.

Pope Julius International Airport was placed on high alert following the bombing, however all flights have resumed as normal and police presences at train stations has been removed.

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by **Gratislavia** » Sun Jul 21, 2013 10:21 pm

The Krepostist Tsardom of Gratislavia
Artyomsk, Artyomsk Oblast
The Krepost
9:43 A.M. Standard Local Time
Light Rain with Heavy Cloud Cover

To say that the Tsardom was in an uproar would be an understatement, it had started with the Hardenburghian advances into Hippostanian territory, and now had evolved into a Pravengrian expedition into Pardes with a fleet scheduled to pass directly north of the Tsardom's territory. In saying such a mass rally of citizens had conglomerated around the The Krepost, demanding that Gratislavia uphold it's treaty agreements with Hardenburgh and the entirety of the South Pardesi Commonwealth. Along with less vocal calls for war with Pravengria who had, in the eyes of the common Gratislav man infringed upon Pardesian affairs one-too-many times. With these factors in mind the Grand Duma, and the Tsar himself set about deliberating a plan of action for the Tsardom.

"I think we can all agree that Hardenburgh deserves our utmost support in their attempts to retake territory that, geographically speaking is an integral part of their nation. Likewise we, as one of the few sovereign nations to inhabit South-Eastern Pardes, have a God-given duty to defend the area from foreign aggression and prevent assaults against our neighbors and allies." At the head of a long table in the depths of the Krepost, the chancellor of the Grand Duma, Alexander Romanivich. Began his argument, pausing to let his words sink in before continuing. "Furthermore, it is my opinion that the entirety of Gratislavia be placed under Ready Status Three, and a fleet be sent to intercept and if necessary destroy the Pravengrian flotilla approaching our borders."

There was a slight murmur of acceptance from the long table before one of the representatives, Gregor Kezovic from Vlademingrad spoke up. "While I think we can all agree that Gratislavia must support Hardenburgh in their endeavors against Hippostania the real question lies in what we are to do in regards to Pravengria. While I agree that measures need to be taken in order to check the threats they have leveled against our region of Pardes, before we go off sending a fleet to intercept their flotilla; I think it would be wiser to first send a diplomatic missive to Pravengria as a sort of ultimatum. We simply tell them to refrain from approaching the area with their fleet, or face a war with Gratislavia, likewise while we are doing this we put the 7th fleet in New Gratislavia on ready status and prepare the marine force there for imminent action."

The Tsar himself then moved to speak, standing as he began. "I think that, for the time being Mr. Kezovic's plan of action is in all probability the most reasonable. In saying such it is my intention to place the 7th on ready status, prepare the 10th Expeditionary Force for landing actions on Lustova, and redeploy 3rd Fleet to Nemsky. As well as issue an ultimatum against the Pravengrian state, if there are any objections let them be noted now." The room was silent as none of the representatives made to speak, allowing the Tsar to continue without argument. "Very good, a similar declaration shall be issued to Hippostania in the event they refuse the terms laid out by the Hardenburghian government. However as always it shall be the hope of myself, and of all Gratislavs that peace be afforded in the best possible conditions." The Tsar let a small smile come to his lips as he finished his statement. "Are there any other matters of business to be attended to?"

Kezovic stood again and began to address the council. "Yes sir, there are reports coming in from Rodarion in regards to a failed assassination attempt directed at Pope Pius III, as well as a bombing at the Saint Raphael Cathedral. The intelligence community hasn't confirmed who was responsible, however it is being reported by Rodarion media outlets that men of Pravengrian descent are responsible." A scowl replaced the Tsar's face as Kezovic finished, causing him to pause slightly before continuing. "If these reports are to be believed then war between Rodarion and Pravengria may be imminent, however for the time being no official ultimatum has been issued."

The Tsar turned quickly, speaking in an angry tone. "Why was I not informed before this Kezovic?"

Kezovic looked down for a moment, a look of genuine worry crossing his face. "I apologize your majesty, the matters concerning the Pravengrian fleet were more pressing. It shall never occur again sir."

"Make sure it doesn't Kezovic, in the mean time dispatch my orders and draft a letter of conciliation to the Rodarion people. And give that damnable Pope my best wishes, and that of the Patriarchs." Again the Gratislav Tsar smiled, waving his hand in a dismissive gesture as the men of the Grand Duma began to leave.

The Krepostist Tsardom of Gratislavia
Vezgrad, Gubernia of New Gratislavia
Secure Communications Relay
11:03 A.M. Local Time
Sunny with Clear Skies

The SCR in Vezgrad was a buzz with activity, aids and agents of the Okhrana as well as the 7th Fleet and the 10th Expeditionary Force had been in the last few minutes bombarded with a series of orders directly from The Krepost in Artyomsk. In an instant the various Commanders of all three groups had convened in an secure room within the complex and their proceedings began first with the Okhrana commander, one Colonel Gourkoul who began to address the other two men present. "Let me be perfectly clear gentlemen, what we are about to discuss is not to leave this room under any circumstances. Should even a trace of it be leaked by any one of us, the other two shall be shot as a precautionary measure." Neither the Admiral of the 7th Grand Fleet, nor the Field Marshal of the 10th Expeditionary made any objections, continuing to stare silently at the Okhrana Commander as he finished.

"Very good then, now as both of you undoubtedly know by now Pravengria has begun moving assets towards our sovereign nation and that of our ally Hardenburgh. The Tsardom views these circumstances as unacceptable and has taken measures to stop these aggressions from the Pravengrian nation. In saying such it is my duty as commander of the local Okhrana force to fill you two gentlemen in on the plan shoudl things go south in regards to Pravengria." The Okhrana agent reached down into his pocket, pulling out a map of New Gratislavia and Lustova respectively. "Now then, in the event of hostilities between our nation and that of Pravengria, Admiral Luhenzik will take the 7th fleet here." The Okhrana agent deliberately paused, pointing out a point between Gratislavia and Lustova. "Your orders will be to achieve naval supremacy in the ocean between the two landmasses and begin a strategic missile campaign against Lustovan targets, said campaign shall be aided by Strategical Missile Command here in New Gratislavia."

"After naval supremacy is achieved the fleet shall, with aid from air assets in New Gratislavia achieve an air cordon over the same body of water. While strategic bombing raids are commenced on hard and soft targets throughout Lustova, and against any maritime force the Pravengrians may have in Lustova. Now once this is achieved, Field Marshal Belochkin shall begin landing operations with the 10th Expeditionary against the Western coast of Lustova." The Okhrana commander pointed out several points on the island's west coast as he finished. "From here MarshalBelochkin you have orders to secure the island and await further commands from The Krepost directly. Do either of you have any questions?"

Neither man spoke, "Good, I trust you both to handle the logistical questions of your own portions of the operation, you are dismissed."

The Krepostist Tsardom of Gratislavia
Kurminsk, Kurminsk Oblast
3rd Grand Fleet of the Tsardom
7:43 P.M.
Heavy Rain with Dusk Approaching

Slowly, very slowly in fact, the Gratislav flag ascended the pole that jutted from the GIS Tsar Boris's bridge. The Tsar Boris was a modernized Battleship and the flagship of the 3rd Fleet. While not well fitted for modern naval combat, the Tsar Boris was an important propaganda piece and served as the figure head of the Gratislav navy as tradition dictated. It's complement however, was less symbolic and far more suited to action against a modern fleet of hostile ships. The carriers Tsar Peter, Artyomsk and Admiral Behenzolik each boasted a sizable complement of naval based aircraft, while an array of missile cruisers and destroyers formed the forward picket and offensive arm of the 3rd fleet.

The man commanding the fleet was Rear Admiral Michael Olayanova, a seasoned thirty year veteran of the fleet and a man well practiced in modern naval combat. At current his orders were rather simple, take the fleet to Nemsky and await a command to either proceed back to harbor in Kurminsk, or take his fleet north and interceded against the Pravengrian force moving towards Hardenburgh and the Tsardom. It was rather simple on paper, but the capacity for conflict and therefore death hung ominously about the man as he addressed the fleet staff via wireless communications aboard the Tsar Boris' bridge. "Gentlemen, we stand at the brink of greatness, today we sail for Nemsky and tomorrow there is a possibility we steer towards glory or death."

"We have been charged by the Tsar, and all Gratislavs with protecting our realm against an aggressor who would seek to come forth and bring to sword our sovereign ally Hardenburgh and all who would stand against them. It is our God-given duty to stand fast, and if called upon to do so, turn back this Hun from the north and send him squealing back to his den of depravity with his tail between his legs. The coming days shall see peace, or war, and make of us the stuff of legends. Should we be called upon to do so, let us go forth and show the world that Gratislavia stands by her friends, and shall turn back any aggressor who attempts to infringe upon South-Eastern Pardes. Gratislavia Goes Forward, God save the Tsar!" As Olayanova finished a rousing cry of God save the Tsar filled the hulls and bridges of the ships around the Tsar Boris, the Tsardom was playing her hand, now the ball was in the Pravengrian court.

by **Rodarion** » Wed Jul 24, 2013 9:20 am

BREAKING NEWS

His Holiness declares state of war

Pope Pius III addresses the nation, 'My wrist may be broken, but my spirit and belief in God is not and never will be'.

23 July 2013

His Holiness the Pope gave an emotional address to both the Sacred College of Cardinals and Parliament today at the Vatican today, in which he declared to them and to the nation that there now exists a state of war between the Papal Republic of Rodarion and Pravengria. He stated in his address that this was a righteous action against a state that had murdered thousands and expected to see Rodarion back down and cower in the shadows, but King Alestei is wrong. The final death toll of Sundays bombing of Saint Raphael Cathedral has been declared at 1,132 and over 2,000 were wounded. Around 327 children are confirmed to be among the deceased. Last night's shocking live broadcast of the terrorist's confession has enraged the nation who have marched on the streets of Rodarion demanding revengence through a holy war.

The live confession was held on all major Rodarian television channels and was broadcasted to television screens in every major city center. Some 3.4 billion Rodarians watched the confession and Rodarian social networking sites actually shut down due to huge activity of people posting complaints and comments regarding the broadcast. For those who did not watch it, we have been given a copy of the transcript of the exchange between the terrorist and the priest who questioned him.

Transcript (may cause upset)
P = Priest T = terrorist

P: Are you the individual that bombed Saint Raphael Cathedral on the 21st July 2013
T: Yes
P: You understand why you here, that we have given you this chance to confess to God almighty your sins?
T: Yes
P: So you will tell the truth and absolute truth under God?
T: Yes
P: Are you of any Christian demonination or any other faith?
T: No, I am atheist, but I choose to confess, so that I maybe forgiven by someone greater than I
P: Do you regret your actions?
T: Yes, I was not supposed to kill so many people
P: How many was you supposed to murder?
T: 100-300
P: According to whom?
T: My superiors?
P: And who are they?
T: The Pravengrian Secret Service
P: They ordered you to commit mass murder?
T: Yes
P: Was Saint Raphael Cathedral the main target?
T: Not at first. At first they wanted me to bomb a restaurant near the Rodarian parliament building, popular with politicians, they want to kill many Members of Parliament.
P: When did Saint Raphael Cathedral become the target?
T: When several agents proposed it as a more valuable target.
P: Pravengrian agents?
T: Yes
P: Why was it a more valuable target?
T: To Rodarians it is a symbol of their Christianity, a national symbol
P: So this attack was an attack on the soul of Rodarion?
T: Yes
P: What was the purpose of the attack?
T: To cause shock and horror within Rodarion and for the country to become so enraged it would abandon Hardenburgh and remain out of the growing conflict, You were supposed to blame some domestic group
P: So your entire evil plan depended on you not being captured?
T: yes.. [inaudiable]
P: Are you aware of any other planned attacks on the Papal Republic?
T: Yes
P: Such as?
T: The assassination of the Pope was another, there is planned rocket and missile attacks on Sanatasia planned, but it depended on chaos in the Rodarian government.
P: Was King Alestei aware of this operation?
T: He personally signed the order
P: Are there any other terrorists in this country?
T: No
P: Then we are done, I will pray for your soul, may you be forgiven by God almighty and given chance to repent on your sins.

Pope's declaration

Speaking directly to the nation, His Holiness decided it was time to declare to the world that war was now present. His first few words were that to pray for those who perished and for their families, he then went onto guide the Rodarian people for this dark period. He then began to speak through his main point - war. He lifted up his casted arm and declared, "My wrist may be broken, by my spirit and my faith in the lord is not and will never be broken, this is for all of us".

Following the attack, millions of people have marched on the streets urging solidarity and strength before the enemy. One banner read in Voluntari - "Destroy our homes, our places of worship, but our souls and our faith are indestructable". Hundreds of thousands of people who marched against the government in the protests several months ago now march with the rest of Rodarion, one former protester said, "I want the world to know, that i am no fan of this government, but by God will I fight for the country". The country has been witnessing vast protests and rallies against Pravengria, with one led by Father Anton Malaxa calling out for crusade. He was reported to have said that 'Crusade is the only option, to rise up as one army and vanquish those under Satan's influence, we must wipe the Pravengrian evil away from Pardes once and for all". He led a rally of some 98,000 people and still remains divisive.

The Holy Father however maintained a level of decorum, declaring that the Papal Republic would have no choice but meet this danger and threat and destroy it. "They not only attacked our country, our capital city, but they assaulted, desecrated and violated our nation's very soul.They attacked who we are as a people on God's earth and that is the most insulting aspect, they thought they would keep us down and out, but they have done the opposite. The Pravengrians entered this crisis under the rather childish delusion that they were going to bomb everyone else, and nobody was going to bomb them. At Romulâ they put their rather naive theory into operation. They sowed the wind, and now they are going to reap the whirlwind".

He went on to say, "We stand upon a crossroads in our history, do we stand tall and fight for what we believe in and punish those who would do us harm? or do we stand down and cower in the dark like a frightened child? Well I say we stand tall, we stand up firm and proud of our faith in God, with him at our side and his hand guiding the way towards victory, how can we not? It is for that reason, for the defence of our national spirit and our faith that I must declare to you now, that the Papal Republic of Rodarion is in a state of war with the Federated Commonwealth of Pravengria, and God wills it". His declaration of war was met by rapturous chants of Deus Vult (God Will's it in Latin) to which has become a major phrase in Rodarian society. Crowds in Saint Peter's Square chanted and roared out Deus Vult as the televised speech was shown to them through large screens.

#DeusVult has been trending for nine hours straight on Twitter, President Alexandrescu twitted '#DeusVult - our eternal victory' which was then trended by some 43.4 million people. Several Priests leading rallies have been found to be shouting "There is no victory except through God, may he be with us", that too has appeared in graffitti across many Pravengrian homes and businesses throughout Rodarion. Soldiers across Rodarion have also been found at rallies and marches. Orducii cells have been leading Crusade Stations at which people donate money, clothes and food to the armed forces or even sign up for Orducii Crusade Units.

However his Holiness has not declared this war to be a holy one, yet it is expected that he will due to popular demand.

His Holiness finished his speech with a warning to King Alestei of Pravengria, "You are a demon, a servant of Lucifer and you will be punished in time, if not in this life then the next. I pray onto god for his guidance because I believe in the sword of the almighty and that is the armed forces of Rodarion, we are his shield, his sword and his spear. With the Cross of Christ held before our men and women of arms, we shall be victorious because there is no victory except through God and he is with us, we are the righteous, the brave and the powerful, we are the warriors of the Christ and we face heathens, who have sinned against God's only son Jesus Christ and we will punish them, I pray to God that King Alestei finds in comfort that this will be a swift yet great victory for the armies of Christ, I pray that he may one day repent for his sin, God bless Rodarion and God bless our warriors of God, remember my brothers and sisters, God wills it".

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Gulf of Celes, 3,453km west of Sanatasia

Deep beneath the Gulf of Celes, sat in the dark depths 22 Rodarian Vigil class ballistic missile submarines, although capable of holding 16 nuclear armed ICBMs, for this operation they were given 16 DH-10 cruise missiles a piece in total 352 missiles were aimed at specific targets around Sanatasia, these mostly included airbases, their hangars, fuel depots, air traffic control centers and the runways. Other targets included communication hubs, bridges and highways leading towards the western coastline, at ports these included again repair yards, fuel depots and individual anchored ships of importance, cruisers, destroyers and spotted submarines. These targets were accumilated by weeks of satelite images being taken of Sanatasia, all done within the first few days of Pravengria's initial involvement in the Nieuw-Aalmer Crisis.

200km west of the submarines, amassed was the First Combined Fleet, 867 surface vessels of the Papal Navy, which prepared for the assault on Sanatasia, behind them already being amassed was the 1st, 2nd and 4th Marine Divisions in total 96,000 men and over 1,000 armoured vehicles. They would become the first assault force on Sanatasia, they would then be followed up by a further 45,000 men of the Papal Army and 16,000 men of the Orducii to take form as an occupation force, in total 157,000 men. In and around the Rodarian coast, thousands of men were deployed to the streets for garrison duty, every air defence base in Rodarion was placed on high alert and the coastal cities of Rodarion, were awash with SAMs and mobiled based radar systems, if the Pravengrians wished to launch any assault on Rodarion it would have a difficult time getting through the Gulf of Celes without being detected by them let alone the vessels on patrol in the Gulf. And as par with a state of war being declared, every Cardinal and even the Pope were to be transported to a safe undisclosed location and every valuable treasure and artifact vital to Christanity was moved with them, should the Vatican become a target.

At 12.23pm, the 22 submarines operating at a distance of 230km away from one another launched their 22 DH-10 cruise missiles towards Sanatasia, they roared through the ocean depths and darted out of the waves and up towards the sky, where they would reach 5,000 feet up and then dart back down to the waves at terminal stage, they would hug the waves at 10 meters up then carry the same altitude over the land of Sanatasia, then strike their targets. Phase 1 of Operation Divine Fury was complete, Phase 2 would soon come into motion.

by **Pravengria** » Wed Jul 24, 2013 4:20 pm

Pravene Dominion of the Islamic Republic of Sanatasia

The day was warm even for this time of year, it had just passed what would be lunch time, however the population was celebrating Ramadan, at least most of them. Outside the city of Allenzio, the rolling green hills gave way to huge spans of flat land country, dotted with little lodges and towns. A little boy, was running around in a small field, twisting and spinning to try and make himself dizzy, the sun glared down on him, and the huge shadows from the clouds swept over the land at different intervals before the sun retook the sky at sporadic moments. It was by all comparison a relaxing and beautiful day. A small gravel road stretched over this specific area of land, the boy and his fun was interrupted as he heard the rumbling from a far.

He stopped and stood as he watched large trucks come down the road, carrying troops, their engines rumbled as the soldiers looked and stared back, some quiet, others waved at the boy. He stood their watching them, first trucks, then smaller UAZs, then Jackals, and finally armour. They were massive the boy thought, he couldn't stop staring. As they rolled by, the boy after a few moments went back to playing. It wasn't unusual to see troops moving about, but not that many. Most of the smaller villages in the dominion hadn't heard the news.

Rodarion had declared war, the Pravene forces knew they were coming, but didn't know how or what to expect, no satellites were in close enough range yet to firmly verify any Rodarian movement in that part of the region, the Imskey Naval Yard was bustling with activity, there was only a few naval yards and they couldn't hold an entire fleet. The 7th fleet which was the basing force for Sanatasia, was mostly out in the deep waters, while some other ships were getting worked on. Massive cranes hovered over the yard, carrying containers, ammo and vehicles. Sanatasia was acquired nearly a century ago in a war with the original inhabitants. Since then, it went from a Military District to a self-autonomous republic, it owed it's allegiance to the Pravene Crown, but they governed themselves like any other country.

The only difference was that the Pravene were responsible for their defense. and the Sanatasians would need that more than ever. The news had definitely hit the entire Commonwealth, Sanatasia and Lustova had been on alert since the original situation with Hardenburgh. The Royal Government hadn't even had a chance to deny such allegations of them bombing Rodarion, before a country had already unleashed itself. Given, the Pravene didn't do the attack, and was most likely a false flag, but in their position how on earth would they be able to debate such? Pravengria didn't even have a secret service, but how could they prove that. There wasn't any time to come with an official statement.

Sanatasian Command was bustling as any main Head Quarters was, however they received a bit of troubling news. Something had pinged on the radar, before being lost and then pinging again. Then the number grew, phasing in and out from scans, the team was puzzled and quickly contacted the 7th fleet.

''X-Ray to Foxtrot 7-22, Come in'' a man said, wearing a dark black headset, his eyes fixed on a screen. ''Foxtrot 7-22, Lima Charlie X-Ray, What's up?'' a reply came from the PRF-Duna, a large nuclear sub with the beta task group just outside of Sanatasia.

''Foxtrot 7-22, Check your arrays, We're picking up possible bogies from one of our buoys near you, Grid Local Hector 4 Square One.''

''Negative X-Ray, we're not picking up any here on Sonar, nothing under the water at least, could be a malfunction, check with Foxtrot 7-64, I know they're running active at the moment, Over''

''Copy that, X-Ray out''

The man then switched frequency to the PRF-Gregory, a large Ticonderoga Class destroyer, ''X-Ray to Foxtrot 7-64, Come In''

''Foxtrot 7-64 responding X-Ray''

''Foxtrot 7-64, Just checked with Foxtrot 7-22 over possible bogies being picked up by a buoy in Grid Local Hector 4 Square One, any confirmation?''

''That's a negative X-Ray, nothing here but suntan lotion and ocean, looks like that node may be malfunctioning X-Ray''

''Hmm, Alright Foxtrot 7-64, Keep me posted if the sitrep changes, I'll dispatch a patrol boat to the buoy to see if it's been hit by something, damn fishing boats have a tendency to do that.''

''Haha, alright X-Ray, Foxtrot 7-64 out''

Little to the knowledge of the HQ or the 7th fleet, the buoy wasn't malfunctioning, just the missiles that had been fired from Rodarion were too low, and not close enough to their Grid to get a complete scan. A patrol boat, was dropped in the water from the 7th, its crew of engineers started it, and began to zip across the waves to the buoy. They were going to be in for a surprise soon enough.

by **Rodarion** » Wed Jul 24, 2013 6:40 pm

First Combined Fleet, 3,477km west of Sanatasia

The waves of the Gulf slammed into the bow of the HSS Sancte Gabrielis, the Virtue class aircraft carrier that also boasted the status of the flagship of the Fleet of Christian Fury, but now the mobile HQ of the First Combined Fleet. The FCF consisted of over 860 vessels of the Papal Navy, including 22 aircraft carriers, Archangelus class included. The FCF had enough fire power to wipe Sanatasia's cities off the map within a week, yet Central Command wanted the FCF to maintain its role to amphibious support and ASW actions. Following the submarine missile strike the fleet was placed on high alert should the Pravengrians attempt any counter-strike.

Forward destroyer pickets maintain constant active radar sweeps, AWACs aircraft from the carriers kept careful watch of the surrounding airspace and forward deployed submarines patrolled searching for any, unlucking Pravengrian military vessel or submarine. Aboard the deck of the HHS Sancte Gabrielis, all 90 fixed wing aircraft were being fuelled and armed for their first sorties against Sanatasia. Around the aircraft, anti-radiation, anti-ship and laser guided bombs were being amassed ready to be sent down upon the Pravengrians. The sea was rough, but the wind was relatively fair further up in the clouds. As the Combined Fleet approached the Sanatasian Islands, above all the activity and the swirling waves, flew over head were 8 H-6 bombers, armed with six CJ-20 missiles each. These 80 missiles were destined for suspected command and control centers, power plants and air traffic control towers for civilian air fields, operating at mach 2.5 these missiles were swift and deadly.

Civilian losses were deemed unacceptable in this stage of the operation, the Papacy had developed a strong sense of unity with Islam, for both had developed a sense of being people of the book against the pagan threat. Strong penalities were placed for pilots of aircraft confirmed as the origins of missiles which struck civilians rather than their desired targets, but how this would hold up is debatable. The Pravengrians were about to recieve a deadly second blow. 3 hours and 2 minutes after the first missile launch, these bombers fired their payloads.

by **Itailian Maifias** » Thu Jul 25, 2013 5:56 am

by **Belfras** » Thu Jul 25, 2013 11:59 am

Under-level thirteen - Green sector,
Ministry of Defence,
Isn Deslen,
Belfras.

Under-level thirteen was a hive of activity. The main feature of this level was the intelligence desks, secure rooms for intelligence meetings and the facilities rail station that connected the entire facility to others around the city. At the station were three men walking from the recently arrived train, which itself was misshapen into a tube that connected to tracks mounted at three axis, a novel 1960s design that was deemed to expensive for civilian rail usage. These men were in a mixture of suits, shirt-and-tie, and reasonably 'casual' attire. What they had in common, though, were their ID badges and that they were all talking.

"What's the official reaction to the Rodarion confession?" the casual-attired one said. He had the look about him of experience, despite the fact he would be widely considered middle aged. His identity would be something of a mystery, his ID card had a strike through the 'position' section and the name part was simply 'John'. "Official reactions mean everything." the one that answered was the one in a shirt-and-tie combination, his ID card giving him away as Lance Songard, Under-secretary to the foreign minister. "They're picking to not have a reaction at this moment in time, they very much want us to either come up with proof that it's a bunch of crap or that it's true. What's the RIBs opinion?" he peered at the last man, the one clad in a suit and leading the trio. His ID card was similar to Johns, but with Peter instead.

"They've declared war on one mans confession, a confession that offered more answers than a single man could know. When does an agent ever get told the purpose of something? Get informed of other plans, whereabouts of other agents? Any self respecting intelligence agency never tells their agents the whole plan for exactly this reason; getting caught. The chief is convinced this is a false confession, and it's backed up by the fact they've not allowed the Pravengrian authorities to respond or dialogue, they've gone straight for a declaration of war." by this time they had entered through an airlock into the facility itself, which was all very clean, very white. Packs of gas masks or fancy-pansy touch-screen units were dotted everywhere. They strolled through, somewhat admiring the sight whilst Peter himself had been here often and led them through.

"That's powerful stuff." John uttered as they walked. "If they government thinks the Rodarion are willing to do a put-up job just to attack the Pravengrians, what will they do about us? They've continually called us the northern barbarians, while the President is no longer able to cause a stir, the same Pope is in power." almost immediately Peter himself responded. "That's exactly what the chief is concerned about. Concerned enough to call this meeting, at the very least." at that, peter opened the doors that were in front of him. In front of the men stood a giant glass table, fully occupied bar three seats. All three of them could recognize the majority of the people as senior members of government. At the head of the table? Prime Minister Ian Davies and the frail King James the First. "Your Majesty." Peter bowed.

Karven Space Center,
Belfrasian Gulf,
Nautical territory of His Majesty King James.
Commander Thomas Aubrey.

Far from the worries of Pardesian nations stood a man. This man stood at a place of cultural significance for many countries. This was all because of the invention of the XR-1 spaceplane, the government allowed nations to join the space agency to form an unofficial Regional Space Program with a unified purpose - Peaceful, unified space exploration, maintenance, and so forth.

Thomas' mind wasn't where it needed to be this evening. His body was in his pressurized, air-tight jumpsuit but his mind was back on the mainland, with his wife and children. His left hand was clasping onto his mission case, which would be with him throughout the entirety of his mission. He was moving, walking toward the XR-1 'Achilles' that lay on the mighty runway of the space center. Small gangways on mobility gears were set up around it, doing last-minute checks and engineering members were inside, checking on the numerous computer consoles or checking on the cargo in the XR-1s cargo bay - A small satellite bound for a special mission.

Thomas eventually got to the XR-1 and ascended a small staircase to the opened nose airlock of the craft, at which point he crammed himself through and into the main cabin of the craft.
The interior was divided. Four seats sat up front, each able to rotate to face a console dedicated to that chair holders speciality. "Edward, Álfdís." Thomas nodded as he spoke, the two were already onboard. For the dark-haired, plain-joe Edward Grayson, this would be his first ascent of any kind. His uniform was that of the Nova Caledonian Space Agency and he sat opposite Leytenánt Álfdís Ivanikova, clad in her nations own unique spacesuit. They returned his smile and Álfdís tapped a button, "Command, Commander Aubrey is aboard Achilles, begin final pre-flight." she nodded to herself when confronted with a confirmatory "Copy, Lieutenant Ivanikova, beginning final pre-flight check now."

Thomas grinned to himself before turning and climbing up the small foot-and-a-half gap to the pilots chair that hang over the airlock. He sat himself down on the chair and flicked an over-head switch, causing the control panel on his left to swing in and lock into position. "Commander Aubrey to engineering teams, clear rear and stand-by engine start-up sequence alpha." he uttered, holding his VOX button down before releasing it. His next action was to switch the HUDs on each pane of glass surrounding him on, each of which highlighted individual pieces of information in colour tones that caused it to stand out from what was behind it. He nodded to himself and donned his flight helmet, which transferred all of that information to an intelligent, albeit incredibly expensive, headset device akin to that of modern pilot helmets.

"Engines one and two are online." Thomas spoke, hitting numerous switches and placing his left hand on the dual-control throttle, causing both engines to spark into life. "Achilles, Tower. Good ignition on both engines, engineering teams and overhangs clear. Final pre-flight checks are all clear. Clear forward, window of orbit entry is open. God speed." was uttered over his radio, causing Thomas to wave once with his right hand before placing it firmly back on the controller and beginning to open up with the throttle, causing the XR-1 to scream down the runway. She slowly tilted upward and, just as her gear left the runway, the thunder-clap of the sonic boom was issued by the departing XR-1 as she angled herself completely vertical and fully opened her throttle up. It was a staggering sight, seeing the XR-1 conduct a SSTO entry. But away she went.

Eventually she began her horizontal-shift to engage her scramjet engines. With her current course, she'd end up soaring over Rodarion airspace for mere minutes before clearing atmosphere and being, for all intents and purposes, in space.

by **Rodarion** » Thu Jul 25, 2013 3:10 pm

BREAKING NEWS

Second Confession produces concerns

Face of Evil - Terrorist gives second confession, states he lied during the first confession and gives more refined answers

25 July 2013

The Pravengrian bomber who killed 1,200 at the Saint Raphael Cathedral Bombing has reportedly been interrogated by the Office of the Holy Inquisition (OHI) and it is reported to have stated that he lied during the First Confession over several questions hoping that the answers would keep him alive. The first confession was carried out by the Papal Defence Corps following his arrest, according to several statements by Government security officials, the OHI was unsatisfied with the answers given by the terrorist and believed that he was lying especially in regards to knowing the greater Pravengrian plan.

The second interrogation took place last night when OHI agents took the terrorist from a PDC facility following a request by his Holiness. He was then transported to a OHI facility and interrogated for a second time. During which a transcript was taken, but due to OHI policy it cannot be published to the public. However a press conference by OHI spokesman, Dan Ionescu read out sections from the transcript and used to answer journalists' questions. It has now been revealed that the terrorist was not guided or led by the Pravengrian Secret Service, but rather six members of King Alestei's court. They approached him through a middle man, offering $3.4 million as an award for his services. This occurred several months ago when tensions began to appear over Nieuw-Aalmer, however the agent claimed he was approached regardless of Pardesi events. He was then contacted and paid to fly to Eslovakia, where a rented farm house was residence to the six court members and several of their associates, there they trained him in making explosives and smuggled the explosives to his home in Rodarion through a false Television set delivery. In Eslovakia, the terrorist stated that he met the other criminal who attempted to murder the Holy Father last Sunday.

The terrorist stated that this was not a huge plot involving the Pravengrian government but rather a select few picked by King Alestei, the OHI claimed that by the nature of the terrorist's confession and behaviour, the six men involved in the bombing were not privy to the nature of secret services and are categorically amatures. The terrorist also stated the group involved was no bigger that 15 but was guided from the highest authority. He also stated that he lied over the existence of missiles aimed at hitting Rodarion, on Sanatasia. The terrorist stated he lied over that, hoping his life would be spared.

Spokesman Ionescu summarised the interrogation, "What we now know and understand, is that the plot was carried out and planned by a small group of nobles from the Pravengrian Royal Court, hand picked by King Alestei to produce an attack that would be used in any scenario. The group that carried out the attack are amatures, poorly organised and divided. The terrorist has sworn upon his life that he is telling the truth and procedures taken by the Inquisition make us certain he is telling the truth. What this shows is that this dreadful attack was carried out by a poorly chosen group of individuals from the King's inner circle and although it succeeded, it failed to produce the results wanted by the Pravengrian government.

Although the terrorist lied about several things in his confession, this does not change the fact that Pravengria launched the most deadly terrorist attack in Rodarian history. The Inquisition stands tall over it's desire to interrogate the terrorist, due to the PDC's poorly carried out interrogation and swift jump to accept answers. We can also now confirm that the terrorist is deceased, being executed at 5am this morning. Our various test results on the terrorist, his psychological test, lie detector test and other instruments will be published to the public, thank you".

The Papal Defence Corps has not commented on the second interrogation or it's findings.

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by **Pravengria** » Fri Jul 26, 2013 8:52 am

Pravene Dominion of the Islamic Republic of Sanatasia.

The patrol boat, full of five engineers had left a cruiser and started towards the buoy. It wasn't uncommon for fishing boats to accidentally hit them, or for them to simply malfunction. The waves crashed against the bow of the boat as it bobbed up and down racing towards the coordinates. As they came in close to it after spotting it, the engine was cut and the boat began to slow as a man leaned out and tried to grab the buoy.

''Doesn't look like a boat hit it boss'' one of the engineers said, ''Open up the circuits, might have just malfunctioned, could have gotten sea water in it.'' the engineer began to take a screwdriver and try to unscrew the panel on the side of it, grunting as the boat continued to move. ''Jesus christ, I hate these things...''

''Hey boss, the hell is that?'' another one of the men called out, pointing just over the horizon. The sergeant turned to look and squinted his eyes, ''What's what Yuri?'' he asked. ''That!'' they all stopped for a second and stared, the sun was gleaming down on them, but a small speck could be seen. ''Is that a boat?'' ''No, it's too small''

''What the hell is it?''

About that time, the missile came flying right over the boat, the front window to the boat shattered, zipping by at such a high speed causing the boat to rock violently, and one of the engineers to fall in the water.

''Fuck! Was that a fucking missile!?''

''Holy shit!''

''Hold on Andre!''

The sergeant was awe struck, he ran across the deck and grabbed the radio, ''Echo-Tango 31 to Foxtrot 7-84! Come in!''

''Echo-Tango 31, what's going on?''

''We're under attack! The buoy wasn't malfunctioning, sea skimming cruise missiles coming at Sana hot. Over!''

The radio clicked for a few seconds, as a new voice came on, ''Echo-Tango 31 this is X-Ray, Whats the sitrep?''

''We just watched a cruise missile zip by us! We're under attack! Echo-Tango 31 is pulling back to the 7th, put the fleet on alert! I repeat, Cruise missiles, we are under attack!'' The sergeant turned the patrol boat on, and before Andre was fully in, turned it sharply, and floored it back to the cruiser they had departed from. The thing jerked harshly as it cut through the waves, slamming up and down and spraying water behind it. Cpl. Andre who was now in quickly manned the machine gun mounted on the front, holding on as he tried to latch himself to the safety rope on the mount.

7th fleet 'Foxtrot 7-0' Flagship PRF-Trireme

Admiral Raus was already at the bridge when the Intelligence Officer entered, ''Admiral, We have a Code Red, X-Ray just sent this in'' he said handing Raus a piece of paper. He read it for a second before turning to the others inside the bridge. ''Code Red, I want the 7th on full alert, Arm all intercepts, we've got company!'' he said as he briskly walked to the center of the room looking at a screen.

Within moments a massive alarm sounded off, echoing inside the ship. ''General Quarters, All personnel topside. Code Red. General Quarters, All personnel topside. Code Red.'' The intercoms echoed through out the fleet as the sirens blared. Red lights began to flash and the sounds of foot steps could be heard from every part of each ship. Sailors quickly jumped into gear and rushed for their stations as the ships began to arm. At the docks, the ships' sirens drowned out all other noise, they could be heard from the towns bordering them, as civilians watched.

From the 7th fleet, crews stared as a few missiles came flying by them, they were heading for the mainland not them. Flaks began to open fire as the plumes of water flew into the air from each round, the entire area around the fleet was now completely disturbed, they crews were hurrying as quickly as they could to get their AMG systems online to try and intercept the missiles. It was already too late though.

Sanatasia

One of the cruise missiles came straight into the port, right at the PRF-Piesna, those who did see quickly jumped from the small cruiser into the water below as the missile slammed into the stern. A massive explosion ripped through the rear-deck as shrapnel and debris were flung across the dock. ''Move! Move! Move!'' sailors began to pile off the ship as engineers quickly tried to grab hoses, in the short blast, the stern had already turned ablaze engulfing the rear deck. Captain Marley who was apart of the 23rd Marine Division, grabbed the nearest sailor to him, practically yelling at the man, ''Get ahold of Head Quarters, tell them we're under attack, go!''

After the first hit, the port came alive with activity, it was like disturbing a nest of bees, everyone was running around frantically. Civilians screamed as they fled up the concrete ramps and stairs, and headed for cover. The second missile entered the bay, and streaked straight towards the Fuel Depot. A massive complex of tanks that sat opposite of the Piesna. Marley watched as it entered the complex, seconds past, for what seemed like years, his eyes glistened as he watched the explosion tear through the tanks and the entire structure, glass, brick, steel, the entire complex looked like it had just imploded. The tanks combusted one by one, sending loud thundering blast that sent pieces of tank flying, many of which hitting sailors, civilians, and troops alike. Marley watched as his body fell to the concrete dock beneath him, he couldn't feel his legs.

He quickly looked down, in absolute shock and horror as he stared at where his legs should be, but were not. A piece of tank had come straight across the dock, and had cut both his legs off just above the knees. He screamed in terror, trying to grab at his legs before his eyes rolled back into his head and he fell limp, finally dying from too much blood loss.

The third missiles flew over the dockyard and towards the hills, it was heading for a small communication hub that rested on a hill over looking the port. The concrete structure had a large dish atop of it, and was somewhat dug in, as the missile closed the distance, people began to try and floor out the back way into the hill as quickly as they could. The CM came right through the window before detonating, sending a blast that blew out the rest of the windows, and silencing the screams of those who didn't make it out quick enough. The roof of the hub instantly collapsed, bringing the dish down with it and sending smoke piling down the hill.

X-Ray was getting reports in from all over, missiles had been spotted coming over the mainland and hitting bridges, power hubs, communications, ships, command stations. Anything and everything of importance, lines were going dead, towns had lost power, and there was no word coming in from the docks. Pravene soil had been attacked, and dealt a major blow. X-Ray quickly began to try and mobilize forces on the island, relying on older methods of communication, before long air-raid sirens were calling out across the land. Areas that were hit were in total panic, as civilians confused from the havoc were rushing to the nearest shelters available.

''X-Ray 3 to Charlie-6''

''Central-6 over, why are you using the emergency frequency?''

''Central-6, Sanatasia has been attacked, Imskey Field has been knocked out, Stations 3,8,12, and 24 have lost contact. Awaiting confirmations of compromise. Over''

''X-Ray 3, You are to mobilize and set to DEFCON 3, Get in contact with Foxtrot 7-00, Send sitreps. Consider comms compromised, switch to emergency protocols. Over''

''Copy that, On your way''

The main head quarters on Sanatasia began to flood all their original channels with static and random beeps as they started to switch over to different channels consistently. As forces mobilized, X-Ray began to send out signals to different operating bases, announcing that the island had gone to DEFCON 3, all reserves were ordered to mobilize. No one on the island had any idea what was going on, or who was attacking. Things however, were about to get much more hectic.

Out in the deep waters, Raus had ordered the submarines to dive and spread, as the fleet began to prepare for another assault. They had gotten lucky, a destroyer had moved out and was working on pulling what was left of a cruise missile from the water. They didn't know how many there were, but by the time the AMGs had become operational they were able to hit one. Naval officials watched as the crane lifted the warhead from the waves with the help of a smaller cruiser, as they carefully laid it out on the rear deck, they began to examine it. It's signature, matched with those they had been able to capture with PADS scans identified it as Rodarian. Unfortunately however, the fleet was in the dark, they were going to have to search through all the different protocols to find the correct channel to communicate with X-Ray again which had suddenly started switching sporadically.

''Contact Raus, Tell him we've identified the missile.'' ''On it!''

Reports finally began to come back in to HQ, many of the mainland runways had been wiped out, power was knocked out leaving stations that were lucky to have to use their reserves. Everything was a mess, almost all of the ATCs had been wiped out, and casualty counts were coming in from across the board. At this point, X-Ray sent out another distress signal to Central 6 and near by fleets. Under a third of the PADS systems were operational, while others were still being mobilized. The port city of Cruz was blanketed by smoke from the docks, 24 ships had been immobilized while inside the docks. Emergency teams had their hands full, working on trying to extinguish fires. It was already too late though, the second wave was here.

The city was deafened by the sounds farther out, people watched from the streets as the near-by Almensk facility that sat atop one of the hills over-looking the town was suddenly struck by a powerful missile. The entire hill face then collapsed as the facility, rock, and dirt came tumbling down. Not even 5 hours after the first strike, had there been a second. The military that had rolled into the city hours earlier quickly began to try and evacuate civilians in truck loads, at the same time they watched these missiles come flying over-head and inland.

Smoke piled over sites and cities from across the republic, however this time, PADS was now doing its job. Just as these things were coming in to bring death, the ground in different areas was lighting up with SAMS, rockets began to blare into the sky, Stations 2, 21, and 17 were the last remaining other than X-Ray. Over station 2, PADS sites lit the sky, as smoke trailed behind the interceptors aimed at the incoming cruise missiles. 21 was eventually taken out in this wave, along with 17, 2 however seemed to be lucky as PADS had done its job. However, the situation seemed grave over all, Central-6 had came back before comms went dark again to notify that help was indeed coming, but the island was practically going to have to fend for itself til then.

by **Itailian Maifias** » Fri Jul 26, 2013 11:10 pm

Edit: Moved here

by **Pravengria** » Sat Jul 27, 2013 12:01 am

OoC: Rod, move your arse here: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=254549

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