The War of Remnant Expansion [Ausozera Only] - IC

[The United Remnants of America]

The War of Remnant Expansion

OOC


"There is no avoiding war; it can only be postponed
to the advantage of others." - Niccolo Machiavelli

"Sit down, son, and let me tell you a story. To some, it was called the War of Remnant Aggression, an act by an imperialistic nation invading its peaceful neighbor of Zhangua. To others, it was a righteous act of patriotism in freeing a people and lifting their lives. And to others, it was simply a means to an end, a stepping stone on a completely unrelated agenda. But to me... To me, and to many of my friends who never made it out of that war as well as the many others from other lands, it didn't matter what people called it, only what it was. It was gruesome, bloody, and it avoidable. But it happened, nonetheless. So let me tell you how it started...

Prologue: If a War Starts in the Forest, and No One is Left Alive to Hear it, Does it Make a Sound?

Covert Operations Specialists Squads One Through Four

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Border Zone, URA

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22/4/20XX - 08:41

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When the Remnant government didn't want their uniformed soldiers to do a certain task, or to be in a specific area, they hired soldiers from the Contracted Personnel Division. The CPD was a loose retainer of contractors, mercenaries, and sellswords the URA kept on file to use in situations like these. Mostly, the jobs the CPD contracts consisted of were patrols along perimeters, guarding a location, or transporting objects. The simple menial tasks that the URA didn't feel the need to devote necessary personnel to.

As it was here.

The twenty contractors knew they were close to the border with Zhangua, but from what they knew, that wasn't much of an issue. They were just patrolling this area. The border between the URA and Zhangua was long, and not all of it was as secure as either government would like to admit. The contractors were tasked with patrolling this area, a simple forested region in the northern half of the border region. According to the maps they'd studied, the border with Zhangua was a mere kilometer to their left, but you wouldn't know it just by looking here. From this location, it was just more trees. Acres and acres of trees. They were patrolling this more as an afterthought. The URA knew the Zhanguanese wouldn't come over the border due to the URA's recent military buildups. It would be crazy to do so, but even so, someone should be covering this area, and all the local Remnant soldiers were in the nearby maneuvers a handful of klicks inland from the border; About as close as the Remnant Army could get without causing an international dilemma.

The pay was good, and the jobs were usually cushy for it. This was about the hardest any of the contractors could remember doing for the Remnant government. Patrolling through a forest wearing full combat gear. Not to mention you nearly lost your boots in the fucking mud. The April showers in this area had been heavy for the past few days with the weather patterns coming down from the bay. The lake-effect storms created a hell of a downpour when it wanted to, and usually just a drizzle the rest of the time. If the operators could see the sky from here, all they'd see would've been the thick, grey clouds in all directions: A sign of yet another day of bay rain.

"Contact, sixty degrees right." The twenty operators had been wandering more or less in a loose pattern as they patrolled the area. They had had about twenty minutes until they were to turn around and head back to their pickup point, a job well done and a paycheck in the account. But the point man's remark caught their attention rather quickly, and everyone stopped, with some dropping to the knee.

Someone else in the group, his voice a whisper, asked what everyone was thinking at that moment, "Right? Someone from the Army coming to meet us?" Everyone's eyes followed the point man's outstretched arm and the pointed barrel of his SMG, which went to a group of moving shadows and shapes in the trees a hundred or so meters away. It might've been Remnant Army, or maybe the Zhanguanese had finally crossed, which meant a lot more than any of the mercenaries cared to think about right now. A couple other operators began to whisper, assuming it was indeed the Army, and why they'd sent a group out to meet them.

All questions and sounds ceased when a muffled pop was followed almost instantly by the point man's head disappearing in a cloud of red mist which was quickly absorbed into the rain. The point man's body slumped into the mud, lifeless, leaving the remaining operators speechless until the most senior contractor shouted, "Contact! Take cover and return fire!"

Most of the mercenaries barely heard his command, because halfway through his shout, the storm erupted. The heavy chattering of light machine guns and assault rifles broke what was once a cacophony of rain on leaves and dirt. Bullets kicked up mud, tore at trees, and bit at the flesh of men who were stunned at what was happening. Some of the contractors swore that they could see glimpses of the red, white, and black flag patches of Remnant Army on the unknown assailants even as the muzzle flashes from the forms showed their true intent.

Operators fell left and right as they attempted to find cover and fire back, but they were caught unawares, and the incoming group seemed to be firing like they were twice as strong at least. To the last operator standing, hiding behind a tree, his breath hanging in front of him in a light mist before disappearing into the morning rain, this was death. Just ten feet away, his best friend was slumped against a tree, blood pooling in a mud puddle beside him from the several holes punched through his arms, chest, and neck, turning the water a dark rusted color.

The operator tried to fire back, ducking from cover, but a heavy punch in his side forced him to stumble and fall onto the ground face-first, earning him a mouthful of mud as the searing pain in his side began to register. The operator turned to his back and looked up at the canopy of the forest, blinking rain drops away as they fell into his eyes. The incoming fire lasted for only a few seconds longer before it stopped. There was no outgoing fire.

To the operator, it seemed a painful eternity before he heard footsteps in the mud, sloshing towards him, but soon a shape stood over him and his eyes readjusted. Above the grievously injured operator stood a single man, clad in the greyed-out military fatigues reminiscent of the URA, and on his shoulder to prove it was the familiar flag patch. The Remnant tilted his head to his shoulder and spoke, "Contact confirmed. It's hostile Zhanguanese. Can confirm we returned fire, and they're in our territory." As he spoke, the Remnant never looked away from the mercenary.

The mercenary's face tightened in confusion. Zhanguanese? Hostile? He tried to speak, but coughed at first, a heavy liquid coming from his mouth as he coughed, getting on his cheeks, but he managed to speak after, despite the pain he felt with every word, "Z-Zhanguanese? We're... We're CPD... You hired us... I don't... Don't understand..." It was too painful to talk anymore.

The Remnant bent lower and looked the dying operator in the eye. "You're invading Zhanguanese. You fired on us, and we returned fire, killing the entire advance force. This means war." The Remnant stood up again, in the distance, someone called, asking if there were any survivors. The Remnant called out, "None found! They're all dead!" The Remnant looked back at the contractor and leveled his assault rifle at the contractor's face.

"B-But... Wait.." The contractor tried to raise his hand to grab the barrel of the rifle. Was his hand always this heavy and slow? "I'm... I'm not-"

BANG

[The United Remnants of America]

Chapter One: Let Loose the Hounds of War

President Gabriel Drake

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Olympia, URA

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22/4/20XX - 11:18

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The press room of the Capital Building nestled in the metro of Olympia was always too small for the amount of people that tried to fit inside of it. Officials, bureaucrats, security, reporters, cameramen. Several times a day, every day, this room filled up for the latest in the news of the government: The next Senate bill, the next international statement, the next presidential announcement.

Today, the room was pushed to the extent of it's boundaries, far exceeding fire codes. It had been over two hours since the incident, and most major news sources had gotten at least a scent of what had happened. Now, every reporter in the room waited with excited, bated breath for what the announcement from the press secretary would entail, and whether it would support or quash these rumors and what the Remnant government would do about the rumors if they turned out to be true.

The room full of press was obviously not ready when President Gabriel Drake walked out to stand behind the podium. When the press would usually immediately bombard the press secretary, the press room fell eerily quiet at the sight of the president, and for those who knew of the rumors, their blood ran cold. If President Drake was doing the briefing, then that only meant the worst had happened.

By no means an especially noticeable man, Gabriel Drake would easily be able to blend in on the streets in any Remnant city as a distinguished gentleman of Anglo-Saxon ethnicity. In his late forties, Drake's black hair always seemed to be slightly unkempt, giving off a messy look he'd mastered decades ago. Even now, with the sides of his hair and the stubble around his cheeks and chin greying into a steely silver, Drake still managed to pull off a boyish charm when he smiled.

Today, however, Drake was not smiling as he stood at the podium, a sheaf of papers in hand. He adjusted the stack by settling them onto the top of the podium and stared out over the room of reporters, seeing their blank faces and seeing the recognizable glances of the undercover security at the edges of the room and scattered throughout the crowd. Gabriel Drake leaned down towards the microphone and began to speak:

"Roughly two hours ago, at approximately 8:45am, a patrol of Remnant Army soldiers was fired upon by forward elements of a Zhanguanese invasion force in the northern border regions. This forward element consisted of approximately two dozen soldiers, all of which were killed when the Remnant Army patrol returned fire. Both the Zhanguanese as well as the Remnant patrol were well within the Remnant border during the time of the firefight.

"The invasion testifies to a gross insult to the sovereignty of the United Remnants of America and her people by the government of Zhangua. Such actions only underline the need for increased military training, such as the current military maneuvers, as well as showing the need for the United Remnants of America to exert its power on those actors that attempt to undermine the authority of the Remnant government."

President Drake waited a beat before continuing.

"This invasion was unwarranted. However, it will not be without answer. Due to the unsolicited and barbaric aggression of the government of Zhangua, and the various violations of international law that Zhangua has brought in due to these acts, the government of the United Remnants of America hereby declares war on the government of Zhangua and her assets. This war will seek justice for the infringement of sovereignty the government of Zhangua has supported, and the URA and her allies will not stand for such infringements. Any allies that stand with Zhangua and support the lack of acknowledgement of a nation's right to exist without existing in fear of invasion which has been a cornerstone of Zhanguanese foreign policy will be subject to the same treatment with which Zhangua will be treated with."

After a handful of heartbeats, it was clear President Drake had stopped. The explosion of questions was deafening.

[The Jaclean Empire]

Eastwood, Small Town, Outside Lochbrook:
Lieutenant Jerry Huley sat on the couch in his mother and brother's house watching the Gladiatorial Championship, the announcer began to shout as a fight ended "Oh! Viktor The Vanquarian just knocked down the Tower! Spear-work like Viktor's has never been seen before, Viktor will move on to face Hector 'The Battleaxe'..." The rain landed in a soft pitter patter on the roof of the apartment, and Jerry felt like dozing off to sleep. Just as he closed his eyes he heard the *ding* of his smart band on his arm. Jerry read the message "You have 24 hours to return to your position or you will be considered AWOL." Jerry swiped the hologram being projected over his arm, and immediately began to pack up. He had been on leave for 2 weeks because he decided to take the 1 month his battlegroup was supposed to stay at port off and visit his sickly mother. Now the government must have been preparing for some fleet movement or he wouldn't have been contacted. Jerry packed up and before he left he walked into his brother's room to say goodbye "Tommy..." he started "I've been called to duty, gotta go. See ya when I get back." Jerry's younger brother, Tommy, who was nearly identical to Jerry but was shorter and chubby, looked at him through his round glasses and said "Make sure you come back alive". Jerry smiled "I'll try." he said as he walked down the hall to say goodbye to his mother. As Jerry walked into her room he was hit with an aura of despair. He walked over to her bed and saw all the machines she was connected to. It hit Jerry hard to see his mother suffer like this, but it was much better than the alternative of letting her die. He leaned in, noticing how much paler and thinner she had gotten, and said "Mother, I've been called to duty. I'll see you when I return." Jerry's mother's eyes opened extremely wide and she said "My son..." she began to tear up "My son please don't leave me!" she wailed as Jerry kissed her on her wrinkling forehead and walked out of the house.

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Lochbrook, Capital of The Lochbrook Province:
Jerry took a cab to the Grand Lochbrook Station, and purchased a ticket on the HyperTrain. As Jerry got on the massive white link of train cars he wondered how safe this new train was, and got a little nervous when he read the danger instructions. Jerry took his seat, and dozed off to sleep. He was exhausted, and it was a long ride to Greenport.

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Navy Marine Corps HQ, Greenport, Greenport Province:
As Jerry entered the massive city of stone they called the base, he saw the quartermaster, and old, grizzled, gnarled man, whacking some lippy recruit with a bamboo swagger stick. Jerry said to the quartermaster "Ah how I don't miss these days at all". The quartermaster turned and glared at Jerry "Watch yourself boy. You're on my turf, think about what you say. Unless you wanna revisit the days of me whoopin you?" Jerry just laughed and walked away. He noticed his marine brothers and sailor cousins were boarding ships. Just in time! Jerry thought as he ran towards the check in station. The large middle aged wrinkling woman sitting at the desk, whom Jerry knew from her tag was named Gladys, sat in her chair smoking a cigarette and talking on the phone. *Hmhm* Jerry cleared his throat trying to get Gladys' attention. "What do you want pretty boy?" Gladys said looking at him, annoyed about him interrupting her phone conversation. Jerry responded "Well erm mam, I need to sign in before I can get on my ship". "what's your name and rank?" Gladys asked; "Jerome Whittaker Huley, Lieutenant second class, Royal Marines, PRNV Hornet." Jerry answered. Gladys checked Jerry in and gave him his ID tag. "Thank you." Jerry muttered as he walked away from the desk, but the woman, Gladys had resumed her conversation on the phone and didn't respond. Jerry ran onto his ship giving the ship quartermaster his ID tag, and claiming his old bunk.

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PRNV Hornet:
Jerry sat on his bunk, looking at the blue steel colored walls, trying to fall back asleep, then the ship's wake up alarm went off, a two tone *DUR DUR*. Jerry awoke and got himself dressed and ready for the day. All men had been ordered to different areas to be briefed by their officers. As Jerry took a seat on the hard blue plastic seat of one of the Chow-Hall benches his officer began to speak "The URA bastards, are starting some trouble in the South. Thankfully when there's trouble in the south you can always count on the 4th to be deployed!" the men laughed in agreement with their commander, a short middle aged man with salt and pepper colored hair. "Our mission is to keep peace and defend Zhangua should it be necessary. Understood?" "Yes sir!" the men yelled in agreement with their commander. "Alright men, that'll be all." the commander said, stepping down from his podium and getting himself breakfast. The commander came by and sat down next to Jerry "Huley! My man! How's my number one subordinate." the commander asked. "I'm doing great." Jerry responded. "Hey." the commander said "I just want to say thanks. You really saved my neck last time we went out to fight those pirates how can I thank you?" Jerry replied by saying "Hey I was just doing my job, and you've thanked me enough by promoting me to Lieutenant. I won't let you down sir." The commander responded with "I know you won't, but things could get messy quick in this mission we're going on so I need you to be ready." Jerry answered him "Oh believe me I am ready, I will lead these men to do their duties and I will do it proudly." "That's great." the commander said as he got up to break up a fight nearby. That night Jerry laid down to go to sleep thinking about whether he and his brothers would actually have to fight.

[Free Asian Ports]

NAS Praia de Parata was a beautiful place. Nestled on the east coast of the Equator Confederation between two mountains, the medium sized town was a frequent tourist destination. A long, sliver smooth beach was the main feature that instantly caught the eyes of any who even glanced at a photo of the place. The general terrain here was flat despite being between two great hills, and there wasn't an exceptional amount of vegetation. The weather was the epitome of perfection, with consistently clear skies and good sunlight. The temperature this close to the equator was always warm, even during the cold seasons. Porteans often vacationed here, if not for the beach then for the amazing hospitality of the locals.

However, a military officer might have a better reason for thinking of Praia de Parata. The place was home to a Naval Air Station of the FAP Navy, and permanently based a squadron of P-8 Poseidons, along with a squadron each of Marine Corps A-4 Skyhawks and EMB-416 Sparrows. While modest by comparison to the city-sized military bases that the FAP operated overseas, NAS Praia de Parata (often called "Napp", as both an acronym of the name and a reference to the favorite pastime of those stationed there) was still the second largest such deployment on this continent. Poseidons operated from here patrolled the sea lanes between Equator and Azenyanistan, ruthlessly watching for pirates and cooperating with the Equatorian forces to ensure security at sea. Marine Corps aircraft were here mostly for training purposes, specifically for COIN and CAS training with the Equatorians, who are credited for at least being slightly better at this niche realm of combat. Marine aviators stationed here are nationally known as some of the most accurate attack pilots, and are said to be able to drop a 500lb bomb into a barrel. The famous handling characteristics of the Skyhawk and Sparrow (which have historically been used widely as trainer aircraft) have some role in this.

Escalations further to the south, however, have started to shift the focus of operations in Napp...

The time was rather late, around sundown. The sky was orange and long shadows darkened the landscape, throwing the locale into wondrous contrast. Porteans, who have only ever known clouds and rain in the gloom of Canton, are often shocked by the beauty a little sun brings. Naval aviators stationed at Napp quickly grew used to this, and go about their daily duties (of which there are few given the peaceful nature of the setting) without any trouble. Nine such Porteans, all dressed in flight uniforms, walked out to the line of waiting patrol aircraft. They were prepped for a sortie, and their designated aircraft was being given a once-over by the ground crew before the pilot and copilot made their walk-around. The electronics officers filed into the plane and took their seats, turning on and checking their systems. Before long, they were joined by the flight crew, satisfied the aircraft was in good shape. Several minutes later, the P-8 took off from the runway and vectored south along the coast.

Just another day in sunny Praia de Parata...

[Western Pacific Territories]

Adesa, Pacifica.
0723 Hours, April 23, 2015.

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It was a rather warm, and very sunny day, with no clouds in the air at all. To a tourist, it would have looked like a exceptionally good day. However, it was nothing unusual. It looked like this in the morning, every day, every month, every year. On the 17th floor of a towering skyscraper, a sign at the front saying simply "A.C.M. Headquarters Building", there was a meeting going on that would determine the course Pacifica would take regarding the declaration of war the Remnant government had issued yesterday. There were a couple of men in the building, the ACM's top leader, some lower-ranking people from the ACM, and the most important figure in the room himself, King Konstanin.

He wasn't too happy when he had came into the building, that was quite obvious. That was mostly because the Unionist press had leaked a picture of him and Princess Historia kissing a day ago, and he was still trying to get over it, and was nearly drowned by the press when it got leaked. Sipping a paper cup of Equatorian coffee, he started the meeting.

"Alright gents, you probably know all about what I'm about to tell you, but I'll give you a run-down if you need it. Yesterday, at 10:45AM the Remnant president Gabriel Drake issued a declaration of war on the Zhanguanese government, claiming that Zhanguanese forces entered deep into Remnant territory and the forward elements of this claimed "invasion force", in his words shot a Remnant patrol consisting of 2 dozen men."

He continued with a tired voice, saying "A few weeks ago however, a URA news source published a report saying that Remnant forces were building up along the URA-Zhangua border on claimed "military exercises", although leaks from the URA's 'Big Three' companies as well as several URA government forces say that the build-up was not part of a exercise. It'll also be worth noting that around the time period this report was published, President Drake and the Secretary of Defense, Konrad, had made claims about the URA needing to expand it's power-base "for the good of the state", not to mention their citizens being in more than overwhelming support of a invasion into Zhangua. There is overwhelming evidence of foul-play being involved, and we here have plenty of reason to believe that President Drake intentionally sparked a crisis to come up with a reason for a invasion of Zhangua." He handed the others a printed copy of the news report.

After a few minutes, Konstantin talked again. "Do you all have anything to offer?" The ACM head responded, saying "Ever since the recent buildup we've had our eye on the border, I can try and look at the satellite feeds from the URA-Zhangua border, fortunately one of our satellites was flying over the region, as well, we could also try and see if the URA hired any mercs, I hear they're fond of doing so."

Konstantin replied "Good, good, get on it." He grinned, before exiting the room and leaving the building.

[Novaya Equestria]

Morales Reichstag
Morales, Novayan RDPR
April 23, 20XX

"What? The United Remnants' preparing to invade Zhangua?" Asked ADM. Borealis Norsoutha. "Yes, Borealis. They're going to invade Zhangua. We must do something about it." General Kurenai Rika, one of the three co-founders of the Military Revolutionary People's Committee, answered. "We do not condone the URA's actions. This is one situation we cannot ignore. We must respond to these immediately!" Said Vice-Admiral Ushanka Mosin Aleksandr Zoborov. "Don't worry, we can send some units from the Sovereign and Sayotamashita Forces Precincts to New Azenyanistan temporarily. We don't want the URA to cause any more trouble, like what the four factions we faced off since the civil war did!" Admiral Borealis told them.

"The 1st, 2nd, and 3rd Fleets will also be sent to New Azen so that we can drive them back. I've decided that we'll form two expeditionary forces from their respective Forces Precincts. I hope we can defeat them." Borealis added. "Don't worry. We have qualities OVER quantity, Borealis." Ushanka replied.

[Empire of Donner land]

Sauraght, Donner Land, April 25th, 2015
12:24 PM

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"Ausozera Winter"

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Sauraght, a vacation spot for those that want to escape to warmer temperatures from northern Donner Land (to temperautures that dont immediately threaten you with frostbite) and a Major Port of the Nation itself where most goods exit and enter. Since Newron Voys program to reduce Isolationism and expand the Donnish Economy, the Port City has only grew. Once just a city on the coast, a Graveyard to Helgan Ships after the Helsan War, buildings damaged in the invasion, now a shining example of Donnish endurance and strength. Naval Military Ships were being constructed to protect Donner Lands new international interests. Everything was growing, expanding, getting bigger, like never before.

In a Restaurant and Bar on a street somewhere in the city three people sat in a booth. It was a favourite of the three, 'The Ten Rifles Bar and Restaurant' was it's name, a reference to the execution of the Donnish Monarchs back in the 1870's during the November Revolution, it's food was impeccable, and it's drinks were the best in the city. A shame no one visited more often, but it still remained in buisness. Pictures hung on the light brown wood walls of famous people; Politicians, Singers, Actors and even just regulars. As time went on the pictures from left to right went from black and white to full color and high definition. The entire wall was full of them, even the three sitting were on this wall of the distinguished. It was homely in every sense of the word.

The farthest into the booth, by the glass window that bright white light from the snow went into, was reading a news article from his tablet. His finger went up and down across the screen tapping ever so often. "Hey-hey... Guys the U.R.A just declared war on Zhangua. Why I never-Ausozera Spring ending this early?" He asked the other two looking up from his Tablet . His face was covered in a thick black beard and his eyes were a green color, uncommon for Ulianish people of which he was. He wasn't alarmed but quizzical if anything. Wars were common in Ausozera; so common that they had labeled two seasons of political tension. Spring and Winter. Spring seemed to be full of trying to destroy Terrorists, liberating countries and other good deeds. But once this ended, enter the Winter, where war between other countries began and the world was thrown into chaos.

This Spring seemed to have just began.

The Girl of the group looked up from her Menu, sitting across from the other two on the opposite side, she also looked quizzical, she raised her eyebrow. "That can't be right, are you making this up Verezeh?" She asked, jokingly. Her eyes were a deep blue, and her hair was a long blond.

"No-no-no, Honey, look." Verezeh handed over the Tablet. She looked and was convinced. Ausozera Spring did indeed end, it was only the beginning. She scrolled down reading the entire article.

"Well, what do you know... it's over." she said slightly dissapointedly with a tinge of fear. Fear of the unknown.

"What's wrong, Aeuntela? You seem... off" The other sitting next to Verezeh said. Genuinely concerned. This was Hefen, he had hazel eyes, but no facial hair (despite his family being moderately famous for their facial hair) Unlike his Best Friend Verezeh. He and Verezeh were friends since High School, they agreed to join the D.I.A together when they graduated but only after Verezeh married his sweet heart Aeuntela which took months. Hefen begrudgingly agreed, as he wanted to serve his country. He was always more enthusiastic about it than him. While Hefen saw it as a way to show his love for his nation, Verezeh saw it as a career choice. It annoyed him, but they were still friends. He waited just for him, jealously.

"Ah-uh, nothing I'm fine Hefen. Thank you though." An elephant in the room suddenly appeared. Though everyone tried to ignore it despite everyone knowing what it was about.

Verezeh shrugged and looked out the window. Cars passed by driving through the streets which were recently cleaned of snow. Parking lots were full on the other side of the street while their side was empty. It was then he noticed the wide variety of cars driving on the road. Not just Donnish Cars but those made in other countries. Before, those cars would've been rare, now they're everywhere. Not just Donnish people walked the streets anymore. Porteans, Vanqaurians, Helghans, Esgonians and even Pacifican among others.

"Things... really have changed haven't they?" He asked still looking outside as snow continued to sprinkle across the city. "Ha-I-hehe, remember walking down the street as kid with you Aeuntela, we walked past a car dealership. Every car was the same, save for the colors. Now we have all kinds'o cars." Looking at his wife who he had married just after High School.

"Yeah, Newron is really messing everything up isn't he?"

"What do you mean, Hefen?" Aeuntela asked. "Everything is so much better, now."

"His policies... they're going to get us in trouble, somehow, someway. He will get us into problems we wont be able to get ourselves out of. "

"That's what you said about Modeno when we were deployed with the 1st Exp. Now we completely occupy him, hell we're preventing elections to get them independant and causing us harm again. We wouldn't have been able to do that before. Now we have the power." They both were fond of their time in the Military, but Modeno was hell for them because they were split from eachother and put into different units, before they were together, the military kept siblings together rather than apart. And now for some reason, Hefen was more open about his experience then Verezeh.

"Things were better, if not just as good before the Helsan War, Verezeh."

"So you're a Conservative now, eh?" Verezeh punched him in the shoulder and returned to looking at his menu as the waitress came over.

"May I take your order, my favourite regulars?"

"Save the flattering, Darleh, you'll get your tip." Aeuntela joked. "I'll uh, take the Salad for me. You two?"

"6 ounce Steak, no veggies." The two said in almost perfect unison. They, the entire table and the waitress, weren't surprised, this happened all the time.

"You sons of birches never change do you?" Darleh wasn't allowed the swear in the Restaurant. The owner wanted to keep it family friendly.

"Unlike our country." Hefen grumbled handing his Menu to the waitress rolling his eyes.

"Don't be such a dinosaur, Hefen." Verezeh said handing the Menu also to the waitress. "People... need change." He finished.

"Yeah-yeah, whatever you say."

Time had passed and their food had arrived. The Elephant in the room watched them. It was silent and awkward, barely any small talk as they ate. None of then liked this, it was torture comparable to swallowing fire. In Aeuntela's head she was thinking how to approach the situation very carefully. As the Waitress gave them the bill and left with the plates she went into action.

"Uh... you don't think we'll get caught up in this war... do you? I mean, it's unlikely at the least right? We have no buisness being over there, there's no reason, we don't have any allies that will put us into that situation. I-it'd be crazy."

The two looked lightly shocked at her sudden change of subject from 'Why does snow burn?' to this. Verezeh smirked and laughed a bit "No I don't, w-why do you ask?" Hefen unlike his friend knew exactly why she asked.

"I... just don't want you two go... anywhere" she was deathly afraid of being abandoned again. Her father had died after before their wedding, thinking he had abandoned them some how, and her father actually did abandon her right after she was born. She liked to quote her father from time to time who said "She left almost as fast as you came!".

"No, don't be scared or worried. Voy wouldn't do something as stupid as that."

"I don't know Verezeh. He's been... ambitious. Trying to remove the IWA from the HF, warning Reutoa and threatening them, invading Modeno, the Novokrainian Tensions... it's not unlikely."

Verezeh in response kicked Hefen's shin. Hefen got the signal. "No, I don't think he'd do it." He looked at Hefen out of the corner of his eye. Daggers. Verezeh just didn't want her to get hurt again.

"It'll be fine, Aeuntela. Don't worry." Hefen said.

"If you say so, I trust your words."

"I'll pay the bill, let's get out of here eh?" Hefen said placing 42 Doneres on the table ontop of the bill. He got up and put on his coat and they all left waving at Darleh on the way out.

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Bögt, Donner Land
3:32 PM

"I don't think this is a good idea, sir. Getting in a war just to... prove a point that we've changed and to remove Isolationism? Newron, we don't need to do that. And we can test our weapons other ways."

"We can only do more for this Nation. We have to go forward. We have to show our populace and the world that we are no longer in the past. By intervening in the war we do this, how we intervene is just the question."

"They know we aren't in the past. They know, they know! Newron I... know how many War Hawks there are in the Council. And I know the vote to not intervene won't be stopped. Don't do this this, it'll be a waste of time, men, women and equipment. What will the North Arkanans do? What will our other Helsan Neighbors do damn it... it's too risky..."

"I want nationalism in this Country, Advisor. I want people to think and know our nation is superior than theirs. If it means... invading the Reutoans... anything. So be it. This is our chance. When I leave to go to the voting with the Council and they say yes. We will be invested into this. I want hourly reports on what's going on in the world."

"...Yes Sir..."

Newron Voy began to walk out of his office. He opened the wooden, engraved door, and stood out in the hallway and stopped. "We have come so far. Our nation has grown, the HF has grown. The World Is changing Advisor. I suggest... that you abandon your traitorous Isolationist thinking before it gets you in trouble."

"W-what?"

"You heard me."

The Council vote took hours. Arguing was had in the Council Building. The War Hawks fighting the Conservative Isolationists, but the Conservatives were outnumbered and some even converted to the other side of the argument. The votes were electronically counted.

91 yay, 34 nay.

That day the Advisor was found dead at 5 PM going home from work. The cause of death was heart attack with no signs of foul play. Officially stated "The stress was too much for him it appeared. Many people saw him not himself after the voting."

[Esgonia]

Eldrichta, Esgonia.
4/23/15 - 12:10 P.M.

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The capital, unlike the others, was experiencing a heavy downpour on this day, with people grabbing their umbrellas and raincoats while others run to find something to cover their heads from the rain. Not an unusual thing in the country. The rain, however, established a kind of gloomy mood in the city, particularly in Solaris Tower, one of the tallest structures in the country and is the heart of the Esgonian government, where government officials conduct their daily businesses to help run the large and powerful nation effectively. Although the nation was no longer aligned with any factions since the silent disbandment of ISAT and the nation's fall from the world power, Esgonia is still able to hold her own. But on this day, the mood of the rain fits to what their situation was.

Somewhere in the 23rd floor was a windowless and soundproof room, with a large oval table in the middle of the room, complete with monitors and a television to view local and international affairs. This was the room where the Joint Federal Council, a council of 13 consisting of the largest government and military officers, like the President, the Joint Chiefs of Staff, and the regional governors, would meet and discuss, and what they were discussing was something extremely concerning. This room has not been publicly known to exist, and no one other than top government employees have seen or accessed it.

"They finally did it. I knew that this was going to happen, and the Remnants actually did it." muttered The Army General, who was viewing the latest broadcast from Esgonian News. The Remnant Government had now declared a war on Zhengua, one of Esgonia's main interests for resources and trade, after allegedly trespassing onto Remnant border. However, most of the members were skeptical of this, as they could not believe the Zhenguan government would do this act. "I sorta believe that this is some sort of plot for the Remnants to declare war or so." the Director for the Esgonian Intelligence Service broke the silence. "I mean, the Remnants suddenly piling up on their borders, then their so-called 'military exercise'...this has got to be a ploy..", "You may be right, but we still do not know the truth, we need answers, and fast." President Erhard replied to him seconds later, "I'm still currently trying to contact President Xing to get his side of the story, for now he seems to be busy with his army." he added. "So, should we act to help Zhengua?" The Army General asked. The Esgonian and Zhenguan governments were supposed to sign a Mutual Defensive Treaty made to protect each other from harm a week from now, but with war looming, that treaty has to wait or be hastily signed, and the Zhenguans have not acted on this yet. "We still can't act as of now, as they have not contacted us yet." The room continued to put forth arguments pertaining to either act or not.

Minutes later, a telephone located in the corner of the room rang, which the secretary quickly picked up.
"Hello? Yes. Yes. Oh, they're coming here? Of course, will get this to the President. Yes. Yes. Thank you." the conversation lasted only for about 30 seconds before the secretary hung up and turned to the President. "Sir, External Affairs just rang. They're saying that the Zhenguans are requiring our help. They're sending in one of their delegates here to engage in talks particularly to ensure our support to them. They'll be here in about 12 hours", "I see. Thank you." After this, the Council knew that they were going to get dragged into a war, against a more powerful enemy too. But due to this, they also have problems of their own. "Our troops are stretched thin." commented the Air Force General "We're currently being deployed on operations overseas, Including Iodinae and Reutoa. If we are to deploy our forces there, we may have to stretch our logistics and command net even further." he added. With this, the President thought for a moment before reaching a decision themselves. "We probably have to pull out troops from places that they might no longer be needed. Especially those from Iodinae and Novokraina." The council unanimously agreed to this idea. He had also given the Director of the EIS a request to increase surveillance over URA, as he had a feeling that what the Director said earlier was right.

"So, will this be all? If so, I call this meeting adjourned." The President said. Soon, all of the members exited the room as the President slouched and sighed. "I guess I could feel what Alderhein felt back then..." before he and his secretary exited the room. Esgonia is once again dragged into war, a war that would possibly change Ausozera.

[Vanquaria]

Grand Palace, Auraxis

As night wrapped the greatest city in the world up in its black cape a frowning 32 year old pondered silently in his office.

The almost mythical ''Control Room'' of the Empire the chair Scott was seated upon had once been his father's, the most infamous warlord of the modern age. Now pressure was on him to live up to expectations though that was what Scott thought. In reality he had already done so much not only for country but for the world yet the young Autarch was under the illusion that the pressure was on him.

He had been able to defuse boiling situations quickly such as the Donnish-Novokrainian tensions, help achieve a extraordinarily fast end to get Modeno out of annilation's way and stop his twin children from going world war against each other.

But now he had ''failed'' in his eyes. URA has declared war on Zhengua based upon the report that Zhengua had deployed forces into URA though personally Scott found that ridiculous. For decades Zhengua has avoided conflict, it's armed forces having not seen any war at all. So it was hard to believe for him, that one of the most inexperienced armies not to mention apart of a peaceful country of Ausozera would intrude upon their neighbour's territory all of a sudden.

Tis indeed greed, desire for territory, desire for war and profit, desire to achieve status of world power... thoughed Scott with disappoinment.

During his father's reign there were so many wars...there were about 6 or maybe even 8 nations that would be classified as a ''superpower''. But Ausozera currently was at its most peaceful state nowadays and nearly all nations were so heavily armed and wealthy that in Scott's eyes there were only 3 world power nations left, UoAE, North Arkana and of course Vanquaria. It was all global entities now; IWA, HF, Union, USS, SDC...

Well, at least there are no rivalries between the organisations...no evident rivalries anyways he told himself silently.

Compared to his father's era, rivalries with ISAT and Diarchy were so intense, world war was around the corner at any moment. It was not the same currently but URA's imperialist desires threatened to disrupt the state of world peace Ausozera had currently attained. It would be against everything Scott had worked towards, friendship between all nations. More and more nations were getting involved, each had a purpose, Scott's purpose for Vanquaria's involvement was for Zhengua, for its innocent people and its flag that represented the peaceful nation which was being threatened by their neighbour.

Already his forces were in place in New Azenyanistan as well as his fellow Northern allies. Scott also wanted other nations that were also fighting against URA, no matter what their purpose may be, to cooperate with his military in this soon to become intense conflict. I am confident I have done more than enough since coming to the Iron Throne to prove I am not my father. Hopefully Vanquaria's former enemies, particularly North Arkana, realise that as well.

Now all that was left was not to launch a preemptive attack, something his father would do, but ask for consent from Zhengua's government to allow the Vanquarian Armed Forces to aid in their defence as well as declare war so the government of URA will be notified that they will also come into conflict with Vanquaria as well. I fight the fair fight, we Vanquarians can learn so much from our Helghast brothers

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Official Iron Empire Telegram

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To: Government of Zhengua

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Autarch Scott Esic He wishes to aid in the defence of your glorious nation against URA's imperialist aggression.

The Iron Empire requests consent from the government of Zhengua to station the forces of the Vanquarian Armed Forces and allies in your nation.

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National Radio Broadcast

'URA's imperialist aggression, unjustified, against the peaceful state of Zhengua in the south-east is a act of war not only against Zhengua but against world peace.

The Iron Empire will not allow innocents to suffer the sight of their flag that represents a proud yet peaceful nation to be replaced by that of an aggressive neighbour!

Therefore I, Autarch He, of Vanquaria declare war against the United Remnants in the defence of Zhengua's innocents!'

---

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Military Port, New Azenyanistan

Admiral Fujitora watched grimly as his fleet prepared to hoist anchor and set sail towards the south to Zhengua.

Countless battalions of Shock Troopers as well as Azen soldiers fighting for the Iron Empire marched across the tarmac of the port. The intimidating figure of Vanquaria's warships loomed above their heads.

'I have fought for Autarch Vlad in the name of conquest. Now I fight for Autarch Scott in the name of peace. Oh the irony indeed!' the admiral muttered as he sipped his morning coffee. Being a veteran of many wars since Azenyanistan as a junior Fujitora had always fought patriotically, after all all soldiers are patriots right?

In the admiral's opinion the young Autarch was of a different batch compared to other leaders. He fights for the right things, he does indeed. Could well be the First Emperor reincarnated haha he chuckled at his own inside joke.

Abruptly his door swung open to reveal one of his captains who saluted his admiral, 'Admiral Fujitora, sir!'

'Speak, captain', was Fujitora's reply.

'I wish to notify you that all vessels of the expeditionary fleet are ready for deployment!'

'Thank you, captain. You are dismissed'.

Flexing his old, wrinkled fingers Fujitora prepared to go into war once again for the Iron Empire.

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[Western Pacific Territories]

Adesa, Pacifica.
0742 Hours, April 23, 2015.

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Konstantin stared out the window. On all sides there was a almost never-ending row of European themed houses, about 3 stories tall. The roads of this ancient city were made completely out of cobblestone, and he could see the occasional tree pass by. Eventually, his limo reached his next meeting location, a very ornate looking building. The place was his home, the Palace. Here he was meeting some military personnel to discuss the nation's course of action, whether Konstantin should take war with the URA or remain neutral. Konstantin knew already that he wouldn't be joining the URA's side unless at gunpoint.

He walked into a large meeting room, with a table at the center, to see the 'Big Eight', as they had been dubbed. The first two men were the most powerful men in the military, the 'Lord Commander: Count Marshal, SCTA, SCTM and BAR' Krzysiek Dobrosław, in charge of the entire army, and marines, and 'Lord High Admiral Vice-Count Marshal SCTAF and SCTN' Remigiusz Narcyz, who was commanding the navy and air force.

Along with them were six other slightly lower ranking officials he didn't know. 'Lord Commander: Chief of General Staff', 'Lord Commander's Serjeant Major', Konstantin knew that the Serjeant Major seemed important but was actually little more than a glorified bodyguard, 'Lord High Admiral 1SL, CONS', 'Warrant Officer Class I, Warrant Officer to the Fleet', he was basically just a stand-in if the Lord High Admiral was unable to preform his duties, 'Lord High Prefect of the Air, COAS', and 'Warrant Officer, Warrant Officer to the High Prefect', again, another stand-in.

He stepped into the room and took a seat on a reclining leather chair. He would have felt guilty if everybody in the room didn't have the same seating as him. He started off, saying "Okay, so you all have had time to think about the situation at hand. Could you give me your ultimate recommendation?" Krzysiek responded, saying "A couple of minutes ago Vanquaria declared war on the URA." Konstantin replied "Are you being serious?" Krzysiek replied "Of course I am, sir." He handed Konstantin a printed copy of the latest news. Konstantin pondered his choices, and said "I can't make any decisions yet, but assume we're about to go to war against the URA."

The generals gave him a salute, then Konstantin walked out of the building, to head to the building where he preformed press conferences or the like, he just preferred it away from his house. He stepped into the window, and disappeared.

[Die Erworbenen Namen]

Hochburg, DEN
Central Command

"Yes, this... is quite a pickle, but it could easily, VERY easily be solved by simply backing off. Stay neutral." Vladimir suggested, still reading the report of activities surrounding the incident. While somewhat short, it still covered pages, and would give many a headache as it expanded upon itself as others joined in. "After all, there's over a million, perhaps nearly two, soldiers in the fight. Wouldn't it simply be better, and safer, to ignore them?"

"Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck." Maximus swore as he paced up and down his office, his hands slamming into his sides to emphasize each word. Just his luck, joining the Federation, making preparations to destroy Reutoa and join URA in battle, then realizing the Federation might be against it. But he still couldn't be neutral about this. "No, I won't ignore them. Not in the least."

"Sir, what could you possibly say? 'We want to support URA because we want to'?" Vladimir pointed out with a frown. "It's an obviously fishy incident. It looks like a false flag every step of the way. Not to mention, our 'allies' won't support us."

"That's the thing, though. It may be a false flag, but there's enough evidence to say otherwise. We can work on that, and we can cite the conflict that's constantly been occurring." Maximus replied. "My only worry is the rest of the Federation. We all know why I'm entering. If we an get this war finished, Reutoa will be nothing but a target for us."

"I suppose. But is that enough?" Vladimir asked. "Can we really declare war and risk Federation retaliation?"

"Ever heard of a non-aggression pact?"

*****

Official Press Statement of the United Socialist States

It is during these troubling times that our strength prevails, that the best, and the worst, of us is shown. And it is in these troubling times that we stand by our friends, loyal and supporting, no matter what. This... Intrusion, this sudden international condemnation, is abhorrent to us. The United Socialist States will stand by the United Remnants of America no matter what, come thick and thin, good or bad, we will help them defend their nation from the oppressors. From the fascists, from the misguided, we shall defend, and we shall not give up.

[Tomikosan]

Valerie-Reisenburg, Grand Alician Province

6:18

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It is an early morning in the grand capital city of Tomikosan. Shops have been already open to start selling their products, workers travel to their workstations to start their daily lives, and in the T.I.D.A Headquaters, Iron Commander Zhyrul Kotori is drinking his warm coffee to give him boost. He is quite old, at fifty nine years of age, but it didn't stop him from serving as Iron Commander throughtout his military career about fifteen years ago. He used to be a coward during his early days, but when his family is killed during the Hemnicks Rebellion, he join the army to avenge them. Fast-forward to the present time, he didn't remember how he did as a youth, but he is certainly prideful about how he ended up in the military, serving for the Grand Empress as he is today.

Zhyrul starts off his work by checking his documents, in regards to the military. He opens the file, checks on the report card and signs on the bottom left corner of the card. He puts it back where it belongs and begins the whole process again.

Suddenly, a knocking sound occurred while he is working, presumably to bring news to him. Then followed with the sound of the voice.

'Commander, I wish to talk to you!', said the person.

Zhyrul replied to the person, 'Come in, Chief.'

As ordered by him, the person opens up to door, revealing to Klargus Fynheyr, the Chief-In-Command. Although he has a teenage-like face, his physical strength his quite high and he is so strong he once lifted up a two gas tanks in one go.

He approached to Zhyrul's main desk, where the computer, the files and everything else appears. Then, he took out yesterday's newspaper and place it to the desk. He wanted to inform him that there is a war occurring in the URA and Zhangua.

'Commander, there is war going on in the other side of our lands. It appears that the so-called 'Renmants' are declaring war against Zhangua, saying that one of the forces has shot down the Zhanguanese soldier.', reported Klargus.

Zhyrul, feeling very shocked, responded to Klargus. He decided to arrange the meeting and check out if there is any reason other than what the newspaper.

'What the hell? What is with this bullsh*t? I'm gonna arrange a meeting to sort this out!

'Chief, arrange the meeting with me, the secretary and others. And that includes our Imperial Majesty and her family. Got it?'

Klargus replied to him, 'Sir, yes sir'.

'Now go out there and report them!'

Klargus leaves his office to arrange meeting about the incident that happened yesterday. Zhyrul resume his work as usual. He has hoped that most of the high commanders know about it.

[Empire of Donner land]

Bögt, Donner Land, April 26th, 2015
11:23 AM

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"Ausozera Winter"

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The halls of the Council Buildings were exceptionally quiet. Mostly because nothing was in session. However, foot steps were heard as two Donnish Politicians, dressed in their suits, walked down the marble floored hallways. The constant clicking of their shoes on the floor were rythemic. The Council building usually always echoed like this, a constant reminder of the hard working government. Since the November Revolution the Council of the Empire of Donner Land worked tirelessly and usually without thanks.

"Has the Telegram been sent to Reutoa, General Keenes?"

"Yes, iem Leifruer." Keenes said, the way men in the military had adressed their Commander In Chief also had changed, 'iem Leifruer' meant 'my Leader'. It made Keenes suspicious, but he had nothing but respect for Newron Voy. He was a good man and had always treated him we.

"Good. I want you to deploy the appropriate forces to deal with the communist threat once and for all."

"COIN sir?"

"No-no. Nothing like that."

"What do you suggest, iem Leifruer?"

"Much bigger than a COIN force."

"A-a... Occupation Force? Sir, I was lead to believe the threat to occupy Reutoa was just that. A mere threat. The region is extremely unstable and us comeing into the mix wouldn't fare well."

"Invasion Force, General."

The Donnish Head of State stayed silent as they walked. The General was worried now, an occupation force to deal with Communist Insurgents? Voy was following up with his previous warning to occupy Reutoa. It wasn't an empty gesture made for them to look tough as the General once thought.

"There's an old Donnish Proverb, Keenes, from the ages of the three Empires that make up our glorious nation in the before times. 'Walk forward, and don't think about your past steps, else you think too hard and fall'."

"Yes, every Donnish teen in High School knows it, iem Leifruer."

"It means "Do not think about your past, look forward to the future." This is our future and if we think about our Isolationist past, we fall, General. Do you understand?"

"I get what you're saying..."

"You will follow the orders, General."

"Yes, iem Leifruer."

"Without question, General."

"...Yes, iem Leifruer."

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An Official Telegram From The Empire of Donner Land.

To: The Reutoan Government and the leaders of the world.
From: The Empire of Donner Land.

We, the Government and Military of Donner Land feel that, due to the "best of your ability" you have not yet nor will you ever rid the communist insurgency that plagues your country without major intervention, of which we will provide. Your time has run out and the problem has not been solved.

You are not giving your citizens the best, you are not providing for them at your best, and therefore we will be taking immediate action of which the punishment has already been decided.

From, Newron Voy.

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Among the deployed men and women who will make up the 2nd Expeditionary Army who will go to Reutoa in the bloody conflict, Verezeh and Hefen will be there. Aeuntela will be grief stricken as well Verezeh. Hefen will try his best to comfort both before the time comes that they are to move out and report to their units. Ausozera Winter has just begun.

[Novaya Equestria]

Sayosoma Joint Forces Base, Sayosama Forces Precinct
Western Military District, Western Region, Novayan RDPR

Novayan forces from both the Sovereign and Sayotamashita Forces District were boarding the ships and aircraft, some transport planes took off from the Sayosama Air Force Sub-Base as three high-ranking military officers were walking, talking about the situation in Zhangua. "Generals Shenji Akamaya and Tohka Tomoshima, your forces will be stationed in New Azenyanistan so that everyone can drive the Remnants out of Zhangua. I'm starting to suspect that they used the idea of "Zhangua invades URA" as an excuse to invade Zhangua. That's why I called both of you here." Said ADM. Borealis.

"Really, sir? They used that as an excuse? Isn't that how liars say?" Asked General Tohka Tomoshima. "Yes. We all hated those who are liars. That is really against Christianity and Creatorism. I'm not allowing the damn Remnants to mess up Zhangua, like what the Stovies did to Gracemeria in Ace Combat 6: Fires of Liberation! Admirals William 'Humpty-Dumpty' Johnson, Gerard DuGalle, and Elena Williams will be bring your forces to New Azen. Once your forces arrive at New Azen, head to the Vanquarian war-room in New Azen." He told them. "Also, I'm bring along me some forces from the Sovereign Forces Precinct." He added.

"Yes sir, Admiral Borealis Norsoutha! WE WILL NOT FAIL YOU!" The two generals said before walking away. Borealis Norsoutha smiled as he watched the two walking away.

[Reutoa]

Bremenburg Reutoa, April 27th, 2016
06:23 AM

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"Imperial Chancellory"

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The Chancellor, Leopold Schechter waited patiently while Generals pointed to a Map of the Region where a War had just begun. The Chancellor sighed and rubbed his Forehead. Chancellor Schechter had made a Promise to the People of Reutoa when he had been elected 4 Years ago. To make sure Reutoa stayed out of War. But now, with this War threatening the very Stability of the World, how could he stay neutral? The Youth of Reutoa were growing more and more wanting for a War to show Reutoan Determination and Strength.

He looked up to see Minister of War, General Albrecht Daluege frowning at him.

"Yes Minister?"

"Sir, I need a Answer"

"Answer Minister? I am sorry, I wasn't playing attention. I was thinking about 4 Years ago"

The War Minister sighed and made a Hand on his Superiors Shoulder.

"Sir, the People voted for you, your reelection last year proved they support you"

Chancellor Schechter smiled some. Want fully aware that War would be arriving to the Reutoan Homeland. This time, it wasn't declared by the Imperial Government. Just then a Aid from the Foreign Ministry broke into the door and handed the Chancellor a letter.

He opened it to see that it was the government of Donnerland. He sighed and opened it and read it. After 5 minutes he opened it, with tears in his eyes. The Minister of War opened to the other Ministers and then back

"Sir are you ok?"

The Chancellor handed them the Letter and then sat down with his Hand over his Face. After 8 minutes he looked up. The Ministers had looks of Shock, Fear, and Anger in them.

"Gentlemen, I shall send word to His Imperial Majesty requesting him and his Family to go to their Villa in the Northern Mountains, while they move away. I want Imperial Guard posted around the Imperial Palace and the 5th, 8th, and 2th Imperial Guard to go with them."

A Aid, he had been writing down a letter showed the Chancellor. Chancellor Schechter nodded at the Aid and the Aid then started to run out the Door.

"I need a Paper and Pen"

He got what he wanted and started to write down a Letter responding to the Donnerish Letter.

Communique from the Kaiserreich of Reutoa

"Getreu uns , gemeinsam voran"

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From: Office of Chancellor Schechter
To: Donnerland and All Nations of the World

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Subject: The Government of Chancellor Schechter sees itself, and the People of Reutoa threatened by the Imperialists Views of the Donnerland Government, the Military will be Ready for any Invasion Plan by the Fascist State of Donnerland! You say you are here to help, we may SE asked for Help from The world, we never wished for Foreign Lives to be listed, nor did we ask for a Major City to be destroyed as well. We feel sorry for those families, but do you wish for more death, to be on your sons and daughters hand? If they take us over, Revolution will break out, in which I cannot stop, you will have united the People, May God be with us all.

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Signed by:

- His Imperial Majesty, Kaiser-König Wilhelm Heinrich Jürgen Karł Schmitz II
- His Excellency, Chancellor Leopold Schechter
- Foreign Affairs Minister, Count Xaver Lichtenfels I

[Tomikosan]

Kanzig, Potomac Province

8:12 p.m.

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Although darkness engulf the large city of Kanzig, it didn't stop shopping malls and restaurants to be filled by people who are willing to spend their lovely night. The moonlight later appears, followed by the full moon itself. This is the time where most teenagers hang out with each other. Nearby the tall skyscrapers is the mountainous place, a magnificent villa which is the home to the Secretary of Defense Army, Sir Ian J. Stonewall. Like Zhyrul, Ian is a coward back then. However, he has the opposite of his story. He is forced to join the military after his father join in. From then on, Ian later overcome his fears and went on to become one of the most famous soldiers in the T.I.D.A. When his father passed away, he later moved to where he currently lives. He is later elected as Secretary of Defense Army since 2014.

Ian is outside the patio in the 1st floor of his villa, enjoying his hot, sweet coffee. He looked at the huge city with pride and joy, as he remembers his children going to the central area with his uncle, Walter. Sipping in his favourite drink, he later turn on the radio to hear some good music.

But just as he flip the switch, his phone starts ringing loudly. It didn't take him long to notice the sound, before he picked it up to answer it. At first, it is just an interruption from a good time he has. He decided to answer the phone, no matter what it is.

'This is Sir Ian, Secretary of Defense Army. How may I help?', said Ian.

'Sir Ian, it's me, Chief Klargus!', replied Klargus.

'Chief, you're glad that you have answered me! How may I help you?', answered Ian.

'This is really important, Sir Ian. You see, Iron Commander Zhyrul asked me to arrange the meeting. It is something about the so-called 'Renmants' declaring war against Zhangua.', said Klargus.

'Are you serious? The so-called 'Renmants' are fighting against Zhangua? What's the reason behind this, Chief?'

Klargus pulls out the same newspaper he showed to Zhyrul early in the morning. Then he resumed his talking,'I got yesterday's newspaper in my pocket. It says that the reason why is because that one of their forces has gunned down the soldier from Zhangua. Following what happened yesterday, this is how they ended up with.'

'Oh, okay Chief. I'll come to your meeting tomorrow. Where do we start our meeting, though?'

'I'm not sure where, but maybe at the Magdenburg Royal Mansion, where the Grand Empress resides with her family.'

'Alright then. Thanks from calling in by. I'll come in the next morning.'

'Thanks, Ian.'

Ian, now being informed by Zhyrul, must prepare for the next meeting. There is no exact place for a meeting, but a royal mansion will do, as it has a secret room in bottom of the floor. The walls are made of out steel and concrete, so it is strong enough to sustain earthquakes.

All of the other leaders, including the Grand Empress and her family, have also been informed by the Zhyrul. Not many of them are aware of the war, but at least one of them has heard about it. For tomorrow morning, the meeting will discuss about what they should do about it.

[Western Pacific Territories]

Adesa, Pacifica.
0803 Hours, April 23, 2015.

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Konstantin felt the phone in his pocket ring. He pulled it out of his pocket, and realized that someone was calling. He picked up the call, saying "Hello?" The other end responded "We have more urgent matters, I would like if we could reschedule your press conference until 9:45 AM. We have some... news." Konstantin realized that this was the head of the ACM. He responded "Sure, sure. See 'ya." He hanged up, before telling the driver "The press conference is being rescheduled for tomorrow, I'm needed at the ACM building again." The driver nodded, before turning around towards the ACM building, distant in the horizon.

A few minutes later he arrived at the ACM building, and stepped out. He took a breath of air, and walked into the building. It was still active as ever, and Konstantin walked up to the empty elevator and stepped in. After travelling up to the floor where he was less than a hour ago, he stepped into the meeting room. All the same people were still there.

He took a seat, and quickly said "I hear that we have some urgent news, what is it?" The ACM head replied "The Donnish have declared that since Reutoa can't solve their own communist insurgency, the Donnish will do it for them by force." Konstantin replied "A bit unorthodox, but it does make sense. They can't solve their insurgency issue, so the Donnish will solve it for them." The ACM head continued. "Only problem is... Reutoa is in the Union." Konstantin replied "So they're just assisting us. Well, it's time we take this seriously. I'm not too concerned about the URA now, Reutoa is more important. It's about time they solved their own issues. I'll be at the press conference if you need me."

Konstantin stepped out of the building, and looked at his watch. 8:25AM. He entered his limo, and ordered the driver back to his house for a quick meeting.

After a bit he entered the room where the military officers were. He took a seat, and quickly said "You know about the Reutoan insurgency, yes?" The officers nodded. Konstantin continued "We're sending 2 Corps to help eliminate the insurgency."

April 27, 2015.

TO: The Reutoan Government.
FROM: The Pacifican Government.

Today, we announce that due to both of our nations being member states of the Union, we have obligations to send forces to help eliminate your nation's communist insurgency. As such, we will be sending 80,000 men along with armor and air support to preform anti-insurgency operations. Do not take this as a declaration of war, as a member state of the Union it is our obligation to do so.

Signed,

King Konstantin of Pacifica

[Exalibas]

International waters

Epsilon Fleet

"Ontzos! Druv Dreh mu bo ko kenlok! " shouted high-Master Zerum from the bridge of the Pillar of Dawn following the advent of their new orders, slamming a palm into his seat's arm, much to the dismay of those who could not speak old Exalibasian.

"Were just going in circles at this rate." He pointed towards one bridge officer.
"Tell the Zaurum to surface. We need to move quickly to a half-way point, Since apparently were the only ones available to respond to the growing situation." He rolled his eyes. Well over half of the fleet was being refurbished in more Vanquarian colours. Epsilon was the last to still bear the ISAT blues. His musing at how the identity of his kinsmen had changed so radically at the crowning of the glorious god-emperor was swiftly interrupted by heavy metallic thumping. A Knight was approaching. Cripples sealed in suits he thought to himself bitterly.

He kept his eyes forward, as the entire fleet changed course again, and as the heavy metallic footsteps opened the bridge doors.
"For the God-Emperor." The voice spoke.
"For the God-Emperor." He sighed.

[Equator Confederation]

NAS Caranhas
April 23rd, 2015

It was around 6 AM at the Naval Air Station of Caranhas, located on the Southern Coast of the Confederation. Once again, the dawn's bright caught everyone's state of sleep by surprise, though it was a routine already. Most of the Graduates and Officers were having their morning breakfast, which couldn't lack their traditional black coffee nor toast, of course. However, a sensation of greater discipline could be felt by everyone, something that they wouldn't feel during one of their most important chill moments of the day. General Allencar. The Prime Minister of the Confederation had demanded a meeting with Air Lieutenant Brigadier Karles Moranais, the highest-ranking officer of the airbase. Only God knew what would he want from him.

All graduates and officers stood on guard, saluting the respected Prime Minister and Officer as both of them passed by, heading towards the Karles' Office. They felt a bit confused, why would the Head of State be there? Nevertheless, they kept standing on their saluting position, though with their foreheads shining from nervous sweat. Having the Head of State at their Airbase would be something of twice a lifetime, perhaps.

Moments before both high-ranking individuals entered the office, large groups of somehow sleepy graduates were formed around themselves, it was clear that they were checking something. The people who had gotten a way to read any news source faster than others would be surprised by both the news and the eventual group surrounding them. A war right a block away from their fatherland? Hours could go by, but they knew Allencar and Karles wouldn't leave that Office until all plans were done, and they also had the knowledge that they would take part in it, take part in something greater.

[Free Asian Ports]

International Waters off the West Coast of Zhengua
April 23rd, 2015
0730 hours

Captain Nagahara Macha was about as cranky as was possible to be. She'd been rudely woken minutes ago by her XO, who'd (not so politely) informed her that her shift was on. Seated at her tiny desk with a face that could end star systems, she cradled a mug of Equatorian blend coffee. This early in the morning, the dense concentration of caffeine was just about the only thing keeping her awake. That, and a boat to run.

Of all the duty assignments for an officer of the Navy to be given, a submarine was probably the worst. Months at a time submerged, breathing the same recycled air mixed with the sweat of hundreds of women crammed into the confines of a metal tube. The only luxury was that the Type 15 sub which Captain Nagahara commanded was the largest class of submarine in the world, at nearly 250 meters long and a displacement approaching 50,000 long tons submerged. This really only meant that it had two parallel corridors over it's six decks as opposed to the single central hallway most submarines had, and crew quarters were more or less the same, albeit including surprisingly spacious exercise and recreational areas. The crew of 200 managed the colossal vessel (still named a boat due to the traditional distinction of submarines not carrying smaller boats with them) and all it's systems. This was a Block IIA configuration boat, which replaced some of it's missile tubes with a retractable hangar for a single SH-90 NFH helicopter. Additional armament includes 8 torpedo tubes, 8 VLS tubes, and a whopping 38 missile tubes for either Trident missiles or rotary Tomahawk launchers. The precise mix of the weapons types used by the ballistic missile subs is classified, but this boat in particular boasts the brand-new TRIDENT system, whose development was, for the most part, classified.

The U-1245 has been at sea for 2 months now. The fresh fruits, vegetables, and bread has long been exhausted, bringing morale down. Thus far, all it's done is a simple patrol mission. Day in and day out of monitoring computer screens, endlessly staring at a display waiting for something more interesting than a whale or school of fish to appear. The musk and stench of the sailors, female though they are, is easily overpowering to a newcomer. Fortunately, Captain Nagahara is not a newcomer, having commanded this crew for several years now. Regardless, the atmosphere didn't help her mood. It took every ounce of effort not to just fall asleep in her chair. Damn, this is boring she thought, taking another swig of coffee. Maybe that Zhengua-Remnant thing will boil over and they'll finally start pushing buttons...

A voice came on over the comm line from the bridge. It was the officer of the watch. "Sir, it's time for you to report to the bridge" she asked, half-politely. The crew didn't have time for petty formalities. They knew when their captain was being lazy and in a foul mood. They also knew how to deal with it. "I'll be right down" she reported back. "Aye aye, sir" reported the officer before the line went silent. Grumbling, Captain Nagahara got up, put on her uniform (in her privacy here, she liked to be naked to let off steam) and entered the hallway where her cabin was located. Like on all subs, the hallway was narrow and lined with pipes and soft panels to thinly hide the internals of the boat. The Captain's quarters were very close to the bridge, and Captain Nagahara arrived less than a minute after she left her room.

When she arrived, the officer of the watch saluted and handed over command. "Anything, Ensign Miyato?" she asked, exasperated. Ensign Miyato shook her head "I'm afraid not, captain. All quiet, business as usual". Captain Nagahara sighed and sunk into her command seat. "Maintain course and heading, as well as search patterns. Who knows, maybe we'll actually find something today..." she ordered before again contemplating sleep.

Quieter than a small bird on a soft pillow, the U-1245 slipped through the ocean, her potent weapons dormant and her eyes and ears wide open. And woe any that dares attract it's attention.

[Second Helghan Empire]

EOF South Orders as Follows; Encryption High; Destination-Vanquarian Military Command, EOF South Command, Vanquarian Azen Port Authority, Exalibas Military Command

EOF South force to move to Azenyanistani ports under administration of Vanquarian Iron Empire...EOF South Force to remain at location and build operational mass with Exalibas and Vanquarian military units...EOF South Force to advance on Zhangua and possibly other targeted regions with joint IWA force...End communications await full coding sequence before leaving Azenyanistan.

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EOF South, Tirusiak Flotilla, aboard H.I.S. Suvorov

Captain Laura Gale, or as her actual identity revealed, Princess Maria Stazko, was a fighter pilot in the EOF South. Few people knew who she really was, however she had used her clout to get her second life on the hush-hush. She currently shot past the fleet and circled, preparing for a landing on the Suvorov, her real home.

Captain Gale was not the best pilot in the navy, not even in her squadron. However she was very well respected for some of the stories about her risky flying style. "Loud and Fast" She always joked, "I want infantry to know I am there but only look up after I left". This all to her wingman Lieutenant Colter Wells.

Now sitting on the edge of the Carrier's flight deck and red a book about Azenyanistan she picked up from a friend who had immigrated to Helghan from there Captain Gale was surprised at the culture and history of the region and had begun to hope for a chance to visit some different places while the fleet stayed there. As her mind drifted she came to the conclusion that there most likely would be little if any combat ops, and even then she felt sure they would be turkey shoots. Good luck for anyone trying to distinguish themselves.

[Tomikosan]

Magdenburg Royal Palace, Valerie-Reisenburg, Grand Alician Province

6:11 p.m.

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In the Magdenburg Royal Palace, it is like a typical palace in terms of the appearance, both inside and outside. Everything from chandeliers, paintings and even a cream-like limousine appears like what normal people see as they imagined. This palace is different, though, by the fact that it has a hidden conference room underground, made from solid steel and concrete. It is said to be sustainable enough to hold on in natural disasters like earthquakes and floods, though it rarely happens.

Zhyrul, Sir Ian and others are invited to the meeting about a war that has been going on two days ago. There are going to have a discussion of what they should do when they engage combat, as well as which nation they will help them. It will determine who are they as nation when it comes to warfare.

'All right, people. Go in the room, take a seat and and be quiet. Simple as that.', ordered Zhyrul.

As ordered, Sir Ian, the officers and the royal family go in to the room and have a seat once they are in. The conference room isn't very huge in size, but it is big enough to fit three elephants and still leave out a space for something to put in. It has a huge, long table with black desk chairs to sit in. In front of a conference room, there is a large, black television screen enough to also fit in. There are lights and air conditioners in the edges of the ceilings, keeping the conference room colder and brighter.

Zhyrul sits in the middle of the table, facing in front of the sturdy metal door. Sir Ian and Klargus sits beside him, while the director of operatives sit nearby two officers on the left and right side. Finally comes Grand Empress Shen Zhao and her family sitting at the front of Zhyrul, in which there is a huge television screen behind him.

It is very silent once there are in the room, then a voice breaks it in half and everyone begins the meeting immediately in a weird fashion. Zhyrul later stands up and says with his charismatic voice.

'Good evening to you all!', Zhyrul exclaimmed. 'Now, I wanna discuss this issue that is happening two days ago. This is the reason why I called you all in the meeting, and we want do something that can save innocent lives during warfare.', he continued.

Robert Dickson, the Director of Operatives, questioned Zhyrul, 'What is it all about, Commander?'

Zhyrul praise Robert's words, 'Good question, Mr. Dickson'. He then answer his question to everyone involve in the meeting,'There is a war going between two nations: The United Renmants of America and Zhangua. These guys are fighting each other when the forces of the Renmant Army gunned down the Zhanguanese soldier. The leader of the URA, President Gabriel Drake, has declared war after the incident. Since then, there are countries in Ausozera who are involving in the warfare. Some are siding with the URA, while the others are fighting for the Zhanguanese Government. I need everyone to give me ideas about what we should do, and who are we joining the fight. Anybody have one?'

Another Director of Operatives, Mary Blacknall, simple commented on Zhyrul, 'I got an idea, sir.'

'What's your idea, Ms. Blacknall?', questioned Zhyrul with a smile on his face.

'Grab some intel in the warfare, and then we'll sort it out.', answered Mary.

Zhyrul isn't a fan of her idea of grabbing the intel, although it is important later on in the war. He disappointingly replied, 'Good idea, but not this time around.'

Sir Ian might have suggested a better plan than Mary's, as he pull out the map of the Eastern part of Ausozera and point to where the forces of Tomikosan fights. 'Commander, how about ordering Admiral Pantillion to land his ships on the western coast of Zhangua and when his captains sees the enemy, launch the missiles to the ships. And then later on, we land our troops nearby the border and secretly shoot down the forces. Do you like, Commander?'

Zhyrul like the idea better than the other one, and some people may agree. However, yet another Director of Operatives, Xechinto Alendris, dislikes Sir Ian's proposal and complaints about it. 'What kind of plan is that? The president doesn't need our help, unless he wants to.'

Sir Ian then explained, 'He won't know what we did, Mr. Alendris. We are helping him without being noticed.'

'Yeah, but what if the Zhanguanese starts to notice us and attacks us anyway?', Xechinto replied.

'Do not worry, we are going to help them, no matter what strategy is.'

'Strategy my ass, you don't know what's going to happen!'

'Okay, then give me a better plan, Mr. Alendris.'

'I give you a plan, that's is to put down your plan and shut your damn mouth.'

The argument becomes a little out of control, as Sir Ian and Xechinto start bickering loudly. Zhyrul try to calm them, but the volume of the voices increases each second. The husband of Shen Zhao, Grand Emperor Yen Sing Lam, later shout loudly to stop the argument. 'Enough! Both of you, stop fighting like little children!'

The quarrel turns into silence again, like at the start of the meeting. And just like at the start of the meeting, silence is replaced with Yen's orderly voice. 'Alright, I have a better plan, Commander Zhyrul.'

He pulls out the official Tomikosanese letter, and this letter is meant for President Drake and his allies.

Official Telegram from the Royal Family of Tomikosan

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From: Grand Emperor Yen Sing Lam of the Kiyotsune Clan
To: President Gabriel Drake of the United Renmants of America

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Dear President Drake,

I heard that you declare your war against Zhangua, after your forces have killed their unfortunate soldier. Two days until now, it becomes a war, as you know what has happened. Now, this is our chance to help you in your war against the foolish Zhaguanese. So, if you want our help, we are welcome to do so. This goes for the same thing as our allies, who wanted to assist you in your needs whenever your forces feel like they are losing.

Yours Truly,
Grand Emperor Yen Sing Lam of the Kiyotsune Clan

'Send this letter to the president of URA and our allies. We are fighting for the URA, as we are in the same group: the Strategic Defence Coalition or SDC for short. We will help them whenever they need us. Otherwise, we'll help them by ambushing the Zhanguanese forces, or whatever our plan is.'

Zhyrul then quietly answered,'Your Imperial Majesty, this is the best idea you ever came up with. I promise to send this letter to President Drake. Hopefully, he'll might agree to help us.'

'Thank you, Commander. I appreciate your words!', Yen honourbly praises Zhyrul for his graditute to him.

The buzzer suddenly rings to signalize the end of the meeting, and Shen Zhao said to Yen, 'Come, my husband. Let us go out from the room. This meeting has ended.'

The royal family left the conference room, then the Director of Operatives followed, and finally the three officers. The conference is now empty, with no sound and no atmosphere. Just darkness engulfing the entire room. The meeting is complete. Now, there are about to command two high ranked commanders to order their to fight. But how are they going to do this?

[Esgonia]

Eldrichta, Esgonia
4/23/15 - 7:55 PM

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As night fell onto Esgonia and the sun goes down, the city lights come on, helping continuing the daily life of Esgonians in the nation, especially in the capital, where they were expecting a certain person, a Zhenguan diplomat. In Solaris Tower, President Brunshelm was waiting for that certain diplomat in his desk, where both of them would meet to discuss whether should Esgonia support it's ally in war or not. As he drank a glass of water. A knock came onto the door. He must be here. "Come in" he says to the PA system. The door opens, revealing a Zhenguan male, of 35 years of age, and wore a business casual suit and a briefcase, flanked by two of his bodyguards. All three of them were on edge as their nation was to expect certain doom. The man then moves forward to his desk and shakes the President's hand "Welcome to Esgonia, Mr. Xi.", "Thank you, you have surely run a splendid nation." , the President thanks the diplomat for the complement before he sits down, with his briefcase sitting on his lap.

"So, Mister President, I am sure you all have heard of what is happening in our nation.", "Yes, I have heard. According to the Remnant President, an invasion force from your Army had been spotted crossing the border into Remnant territory and because of this, they have declared war. Has your government taken action on this?" fuming to what the President has heard, the diplomat replied to him angrily.

"What you have heard of is a lie! A blatant lie by those imperialists! We would never do so! Why would we even wish to invade our Western neighbor?! We even closed our borders with barbed wire, for crying out loud! If there was a case of any rogue forces doing so, we would have known! WE KEEP LOGS FROM OUR SOLDIERS, DAMMIT!. And let us not forget that the Remnants had done aggression against us by mobilizing their forces towards their borders and then launching military exercises near the border! Don't tell me that you believe in the lies of those Imperialists!" the diplomat then breathed deeply as he soon calmed down, President Erhard nodded on the diplomat's statement and said to him "Yes, it is quite suspicious that the Remnants would suddenly do these acts and the fact that you would launch an invasion against a numerically superior enemy with only a few soldiers and not even any sort of border clash..." after he had spoken, the Zhenguan diplomat continued. "Now, as you may know, I am here on the President's orders to see if you are still supporting us or not against this struggle.", seeing this, the President quickly replies. "Yes, we are happy to help and support our allies in their time of need, especially if they have been painted red, the same fate as Azenyanistan." the diplomat, happy, thanked the President of his decision, but Erhard continued. "But we could only send in limited amount of forces in the region, as most of our armed forces are being stretched out across the world in peacekeeping and counter-terrorist operations.", "That is fine, mister President, as our priority is to protect our people and important facilities, even a small presence of your forces will help us greatly.". With this, the President then grabs the prepared copy of the defensive treaty from his desk and presents it to the table, to which the diplomat grabs a pen from his briefcase and signs it, with the President signing it secondly. With this, Esgonia was not part of the war. "I thank you so much for being with us in these dark times of ours. We will make sure the nation will fight on until the end." After a few more conversations, they finish the meeting, and after a final handshake and goodbyes, the diplomat finally exits the building and returns to his flight.

As he sighs on his desk, the President stands up and heads towards the window, looking at the Esgonian capital, with worry in his eyes. I pray that this war will end quickly. I hate to see any more prolonged suffering.

Meanwhile, in the EIS HQ several kilometers from Solaris Tower, they have received reports from Zhenguan command about their story, complete with evidences they have promised to give such as soldier logs and status reports, maps and pictures of borders, and other documents proving their innocence. With this, they were sure that there was foul play in the incident, and they were determined to find the truth, and fast. Quickly, they plan on heading thorough investigation towards the matter, even informing the Portean FIA and the Rattean RSIM about the reports and to ask for support through this investigation.

[Mestovakia]

4/23/2015 - 11:50 PM

When it had become obvious that there were some jobs that the regular army was just unable to do, the late-Emperor of Mestovakia, Kayneth von Einzbern, had decided to set up the SCO Division, or the Special Combat Operations Division. Creathed 28 years ago, It was a relatively small group, never more than 250 in number. But it was also one of the most prestigious groups in the Military, recruiting soldiers who had scored highly in boot camp and sending them on the missions that the Army couldn't spare troops or tech for. Usually this was HVI Assassination, Base Takeovers, Installation Suppression, and Armed Recon. They relied on the individual talents of each soldier, and tech that was available to most other branches in the Army. Now, however, SCO was in a bit of a tight spot. The damnable Technology-savvy boffins over at Nightfall were fast getting the attention of the army, with their low-manpower costs and A.I-controlled Weapons of War, and the Military Opinion of the Special Combat Operations Division had gotten to the point where they had stopped sending them their best and brightest. Not a good sign, in anyone's book. And then there was the problem with Zhengua.

Colonel Karisa Melchiott had begged and borrowed and scrounged up whatever she could get to meet her new assignment: Get 2 soldiers and land in URA, marking the way for the 5th Landing Fleet. Knowing the Main Army's opinion of SCO nowadays, the General who had given her the 2 soldiers had most likely sent her a group of expendables. Unit 7 of the Special Combat Operations Division had seen a bit of downsizing over the year, with only the Colonel and an SC-97 Gunship remaining. And now there was an influx of 2 rookies she didn't even know. At these points in time, Karisa didn't quite know if the Universe hated her. Getting up from her seat, she addressed the soldiers now under her command.

Karisa was a Career soldier, one who had been through 15 years of the military life, and one could tell by the ice-cold glare in her eyes. As she got up, she put his hands behind her back, waiting for everyone's eyes to fall on her. As a hologram played on the landing door behind her, she launched into the briefing. "Excuse me, if I may have your attention..." Over a few seconds, both sets of eyes turned to her, the two rookies pausing to finish their conversations. "Thank you. As you may have heard, you are now a part of Special Combat Operations, Unit 7. I am Colonel Karisa Melchiott, your current Commanding Officer. As you know, Zhangua launched a border attack on the URA, and the giants of the world are rumbling into action. Such a war would threaten the balance of power in the region. In a worst case scenario, leaving us at the bottom. We will aid the URA, and make sure that the Balance of Power is preserved. Any questions?"

One hand was raised, belonging to Private Liesel (Actually Elizabeth, but she preferred Liesel) Altmann, who had hid her smartphone under her body before the briefing started. "I kinda have one...Isn't this kind of, like, a low turnout for, uh, the Pro-URA faction? Everyone else seems to be hating on them, and we're, eh, we seem to be one of the handful, if not the only ones supporting these guys." Liesel was the smartest on the transport. The Top grades attested to that. But she was also extremely lazy most of the time, and a laid-back speech pattern paid tribute to that. What she did have going for her, aside from her intellect, was that she was a lot stronger than she looked, being able to punch out CQB-trained soldiers and lifting LMGs with no problem. But she did have a point. There didn't seem to be a lot of URA supporters out there. Judging by the uneasy looks on the other rookie, that thought had also occurred to him. Trying to push the own doubts out of her head, Karisa continued on with the briefing as their transport continued on its way towards the URA coastline.

[Urran]

4/23/15- 10:36 P.M.


There was a metallic drumming sound marching along to the drum beat of some gosh-awful song, as well as some incomprehensible singing and instrument noises beneath someone's breath, much to the annoyance of the surrounding crew members.

"Knock it off Imahara." Captain Sato groaned, rubbing his temples from the elevated command station on the submarine's bridge. How long had they been deployed now? two months? Three? Blast it all he had lost track how long he had been on this boat, moving along in the silence beneath the waves, nothing ever seemed to happen.

"Sorry Sir, just a bit board." the female Ensign sighed, she'd been drumming along to one of her favorite songs on the side of her work station, greatly getting on the nerves of the rest of the bridge crew. She turned her attention back to her screen, face bathed in the pale light. It was technically night time in the world above and the captain had turned down all of the bridge lights except for the emergency lights along the creases where the walls met the floor. The bridge was dimly lit save for the pale yellow light from the auxiliary lights and the various control panels and screens that were in use.

"We are all board Ensign, do not feel the need to torture us any further." Sato replied, standing to his feet and beginning a patrol pf the bridge. Sato adjusted her earbuds and rolled her shoulders, turning up the volume of the music flowing through the wires, into the speakers, and then into her ears. She was a bit embarrassed to have been called out, and by the captain of all people.

Sato walked passed all of the work stations on the bridge and the people monitoring them. There was a young officer currently manning the passive sonar, a new crew member, just out of basic. He had his headphones on, staring at an analysis screen that his youthful face in pale blue light. He took off his headphones with a quizzical expression on his face, slight bit of concern thrown into the mix of confusion and anxiety. He hung the headset around his neck and raised his hand, causing the two crew members on either side to lean over and look at his screen to see what was wrong. This also attracted the attention of Captain Sato, who came over, placing a hand on the back of the Midshipman's chair and leaning over the officer candidate's shoulder.

"What is it Midshipman? Do not tell me you are getting jumpy on me." Sato calmly remarked, watching as sound waves jumped across the screen. The poor new guy clicked a few keys to try and clear it up.

"Let's hear it." The Captain ordered, taking a step back and folding both arms. The Midshipmen flipped a switch and the sounds from the outside filled the sub's bridge with their otherworldly presence.

"Click click click clrrrrrrrrck. Clickclickclickclick clrrrrrrrrrk. SKREEEEEEMMMMMRRRRRRPH. CLRRRRRRRRRRRRK."

"Enemy countermeasures Sir?" the Midshipman asked, turning around to get the answer from his captain, urgency in his voice, face further giving away his concern.

"Well, no Midshipman, you've just found Gojiria." Captain Sato remarked as if it was something that happened every day, but could not help but crack a small smile as he did so. His answer was clearly a joke and caused the rest of the crew, including Ensign Imahara to give a brief chuckle. The Midshipman's face fell at that, expression of concern shifting to one of embarrassment and shame, he blushed a bit.

Captain Sato tended to be a fatherly figure, having lost his own wife and children in an earthquake. He smiled a bit and leaned forward, giving both of the Midshipman's shoulders a firm slap and grab from behind, gently shaking him in his seat in an manly affectionate manner. "It's just a pilot whale Midshipman, at ease."

The captain returned to the central command platform and leaned against the viewer for the photonic masts. The easy going, slightly board mood was interupted by an alarm. "BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP" it sounded rapidly in deep, yet loud beeps.

Sato quickly moved over to his chair. "Status?" he demanded in a loud voice.

"Message from HQ Sir." Imahara stated firmly, having tossed her earbuds, and accidentally her phone, to the side, rapidly typing at her station.

"On screen." he replied, leaning back in his commander's chair, hands gripped firmly on the arm rests. He hoped that it would be a return to base order, but he knew it likely meant that some conflict somewhere had spilled over into a full blown war and that Urran was going in. As it turned out, this was true.

The face of the Prime Minister herself, pristine office in the background filled the centralized data center with its presence. This was, fortunately for those aboard, a prerecorded message so the crew could speak through it. "Greetings Captain Sato. The situation between the URA and Zhengua has worsened. The URA claims that it wiped out a Zhenguese invasion force, but Zhengua denies all involvement. Regional powers are beginning to stir. As you are the only Urranese submarine in that region, I am tasking you to monitor the situation as it happens in real time, particularly the naval activity of all parties involved. I need not tell you that this is Top Secret. only reveal yourselves if it is necessary. I will leave you at your own discretion. I have confidence that you will be able to do your job without any issues. We are counting on you Sato." After she had finished speaking, she vanished.

Captain Sato sighed and thought for a moment. "Turn 90 degrees west, take us up to 100 feet. Increase speed to 20 knots."

"Aye Aye Sir." the helmsman replid in the typical dronish sort of manner that was beaten into you in the military. With that, the 365 foot submarine began to rise from the black depths and towards to surface. It was highly unlikely that Urran would actually engage, but they were now on their way towards URA and Zhengua territory. The players were assembling for the battle of the decade.