Empire on Fire Chapter 1: In The Flesh (Ausozera only, IC)

[Empire of Donner land]

Sauraght, Donner Land
May 12th, 2015

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The Beginning
OOC: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=377870

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In the horizon is a city, Sauraght, which has seen conflict for as long as it's citizens remember yet always recovers. The Helsan War the most brutal of it when the invasion occurred and now this, an internal conflict in which one man has gained too much power, too much influence but not the first time it has ever happened in Donner Land. The 2014 Revolution being an example when one man decided he would try and put in place a Monarchy except he did one thing wrong. He didn't get the favor of the people, which caused a massive split in the country and destruction. Ajehski Veraski then took over and lead the country well until he fell ill and had to resign. In his place, Newron Voy.

Now the country is here.

Embassies lay under siege in Bögt and Sauraght after Nationalism, or even Ultra nationalism took over the populace like a raging inferno. The Azulnish and Ehgtuians became the first targets, they looked different than the Ulianish, they weren't native. Just the right reason to breed racial violence. Then came a Terrorist attack, the Azulnish were blamed and then their rights taken. Then the Ehgtuians. Now everything else foreign, the embassies were attacked, everyone not Ulianish was a target. Even Kaiserine Sigbritt, once loved, now hated, a traitor to her heritage and people. It was a fire no one could contain, that no water could extinguish except for blood. The source of the blaze was one man, Newron Voy.

So many betrayed, so many imprisoned, so many dead.

In a car, former Ambassador Selhg made his way to Sauraght. He had lost his job, he had become a target of his own people he promised to protect and had protected. He was the one who brokered peace with Vanquaria In the Helsan War. He had already lost everything, family, house, job, he was betrayed in a way even he couldn't see coming despite the feelings he felt about Voy. He was too ambitious, right out of the gate he began the Helsan Federation, it didn't seem right. Like he had a plan. And this was the culmination of it all. All Selhg could do was get out, but not without trying to save others.

He looked over the steering wheel, in the horizon the city and the cold southern sea. Surrounding him was a white deep blanket, snow, with bright patches of green and trees. The sky was grey but holes in the cloud layer allowed one to see the blue sky. But he looked ahead, to the city. Already electronic signs on the road spelt out "Foreigners Strongly Discouraged From Entering, Leave immediately." A warning to those entering the city, the same he had seen when leaving Bögt. The skyline got closer as he drove, he looked down and made sure his sidearm was still with him. On the floor of the car was a black pistol and three magazines sitting next to it. A last resort he hoped he wouldn't have to use.

The radio blasted news reports, keeping everyone informed, spouting propaganda since Voy took absolute control over everything. The same scenes played out across the country, Azulnish or Ehgtuians being beaten or arrested or any other foul action, Embassies in Bögt and Sauraght being surrounded and attacked with Donnish dieing, Countries evacuating their citizens. He wanted to help and in the process get out himself.

He entered the city, the windows were tinted to hide his identity thankfully or else he would have gotten pulled out of his car by now. As he stopped at a red light he looked on in horror as he saw two Donnish men chase down what looked like an Azulnish girl, no more than 17 at least. They were running down the street chasing after her but she tripped, she tumbled forward and rolled onto her back scrambling to get up. Selhg could feel the horror just by seeing her eyes. The two men caught up and Selhg could see their mouths moving, yelling in Donnish, but couldn't hear them. The woman was kicked in the stomach before she could get up and quickly one of the men pulled out a Pistol. Selhg couldn't look.

A bright flash of light, a loud bang and no screaming, just cheering.

Classified Location, Donner Land

The Forest, a beautiful place in Donner Land. The light breaks through the tree cover only to find the white snow where shadows don't exist, the light reflects too much off of it. Eight people stand under the trees wearing what seem to be regular civilian clothing but carrying large black duffel bags. One however stands out the most as he is infront of the others as if he was presenting someone or making a speech.

They drop their bags and stretch. They had hiked for a day through the dark sneaking to the Forest, some took out canteens and drank to hydrate themselves. Eventually they all settled and the leader of the group spoke.

"I think you all know why you're here, entire nations gone upside down." He says crossing his arms. "Voy has lost all sanity, the country has become unstable and our own people are being targeted. Some of you are the targets, sooner or later he was going to come after us."

"We're going rogue?" Asks one of them, a male.

"We aren't going Rogue, Voy has gone Rogue, we are the only ones who have their head straight as far as I'm concerned."

"Then what the hell are doing here, Sergzen?" Asks another.

"Consider it a briefing for a Mission"

"Which is?" Asks a female voice this time.

"Our first order of business is get out of this hell. We can try and sneak out during the embassy evacuations in Bögt or Sauraght. Problem is that they'll shoot us if we get within breathing distance of their fences and I doubt they'll trust us. Not only that, but we can't expose ourselves."

"Ide say this is good time to throw away all the rules, Jeerne. The Country is fucked up beyond repair." States a different voice.

"Nothing is beyond repair, Keneveh, the god has our side."

"Not the time for your mumbo jumbo, Teru."

"Enough, we took responsibility for this country, to keep it safe. Voy is threatening it, we have to get rid of him but we can right now. We have to get out. But until I know you're all on board I might as well head out myself. Teru?"

"Gotta stick with the plan."

"Keneveh?"

"Voy better look out."

"Nino?"

"I didn't bring all these explosives for nothing."

"Cer?"

"Let's kill the bastard."

"Xeyn?"

"What Nino said, hehe."

"Untuli?"

"Fighting our own country? Sounds like a challenge."

"Hes?"

"I'll drive a bullet into Voy any day of the week."

"Then it's settled. We head to Bögt at dawn. Set up camp."

[Esgonia]

Esgonian Embassy, Soraught, Donner Land
635 Hours
Who cranked up the party?

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Ambassador Francine Jercyzka gazes at the windows from her window at the embassy as the bright morning sun shines from it, looking at the mess outside, her dreary eyes kept looking at the chaos as the fires from nearby buildings replace the normal street lights she sees. She knew that sleeping at this hour is not a good idea, and the staff knew it too. About 230 citizens were sheltering here after they were constantly harassed and beaten by the angry mob outside. And already a few hundred have already been evacuated. Utilities weren't working, so they needed to switch to one of their large generators to maintain power, communication through cellphone and internet were limited, so they used satellite communications to communicate with Eldrichta and the other embassies nearby. Most importantly, their supplies were running low, so they needed to get out of the area, fast. Eldrichta has already initiate Code Black, and a Marine unit should arrive here shortly, along with helicopters to help evacuate the embassy. With the Donnish police and military nowhere to be seen, communications with the government seems to be down, and they were the only embassy located in Soraught, they were all on their own. But they could still hold their ground until everyone could be fully evacuated as security was tight, and will use lethal force if necessary.

Then, she sees something pushing towards the gate, it was a group of Esgonians requesting entry, some of them showing signs of being beaten badly, seconds later, her short radio crackled, with the voice of the security staff on the other end of the line, saying:

"Miss Ambassador, a group requests entrance to the embassy, they're Esgonian, what's our course of action, ma'am?"
"I'll be right there, stand by."

Quickly, she grabs her jacket and makes her way to the gates, checking the rooms and the staff on the way. At the gates, two security personnel armed with assault rifles stood guard as the ambassador approaches them, staring intently at the mob of protesters. She quickly observes the group requesting entry and asks "Can you identify yourself?" A man, of 25 years of age, stated. "Leonard Stronghart. 25 years of age, resident of Polina, Esgonia." acknowledging that the man and his group were Esgonians, she then asks for their papers, with the man pleading "Please hurry, One of ours has been severely beaten and needs medical attention." pointing at the woman who was bleeding excessively. She quickly identifies and verifies the passports, IDs, biometrics, papers, and other important documents that the group had, before she let all of them in. "Go to the infirmary, a nurse will treat your friend, quickly" she tells the group as they carry their injured friend inside.

Seconds before they closed the gates, a young woman suddenly puts her hands against the gates, crying. She looked as she was really desperate to enter. The ambassador asks the young woman her identity "I am *sniff* Asyazel, an Azulnish woman." Francine looks at the woman with pity as her eyes looked like she has seen hell, with this, she hoped that the woman brought proper papers with her as she asks for her documents.

"I do not have any documents with me, I have left it at home." with this, she knew that she could not let her in and the woman would have to find somewhere else. "I'm sorry, but we can-" before she could finish, the woman pleads desperately as the tears flowed like a stream "Please let me in! I am going to die if I don't! I have no where else to go, my family was killed by those bastards, there is nowhere to run and hide for me, Please, I will do anything for you, Please! Please!" she continues to beg and cry but she could not move the ambassador, who felt upset that she could do nothing to help the woman. "I'm sorry, but I can't let you in without proper papers. I'm sorry..." the Ambassador tells the woman as the guard loosens the woman's grip of the gate and begins closing it as the Donnish crow drags her from the gate and she disappears into the crown, gasping for help. Moments later, the ambassador and the security staff could hear the sounds of the woman screaming for help, along with the sound of people beating up the woman, but they could do nothing else but stand there helplessly. They could also see melee weapons being swayed around. The screams lasted for several seconds before the screams and the sound of beating stopped and was replaced with cheering.

With this, the ambassador returns to her post, but not before telling the guard. "This country's turning to shit, now isn't it." and the guard replying. "This is more than shit, it's an all-out madhouse.", she lets out a big sigh as she tells the guard that she was heading back and to tell her to inform her should anything happen at the gates.

Meanwhile, 3 CH-46s, escorted by a UH-60 takes off from the LHD after delivering their previous batch and headed towards Soraught, the distance being not very far compared to the other embassies, which were located in Bogt, but they needed to head there double time. The Marine force and the MSTF prepare their weapons and were given a final briefing as the helicopters move towards the Donnish coast, where they could see smoke and fire over the horizon.

[Western Pacific Territories]

Bögt, Donner Land.
0429 Hours, May 12th, 2015.
Cpt. Price

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The helicopter flew through the sleek black night sky, with Price hanging off the right door of the helicopter, looking towards the general direction of the embassy, smoking a cigar. He took it out and muttered "It's a real bloody mess out there." he said. "Alright, look, quick briefing. There's alot of mobs out there. Understand that a protester climbs the wall or they break down the gate, you are to shoot indiscriminately on site. We have some stranded Pacificans not too far from here that need to be brought home, but they're under siege. We need to help 'em."

A few minutes later, the helicopter landed on the roof of the embassy building. Cpt. Price got out of the helicopter as a few embassy officials came onto the top of the roof. He said to one of them "Alright, here's your ride. Once we unload supplies you'll be taken to a destroyer outside Donnish territorial waters." The embassy worker replied sarcastically "Be careful, there might be some Vanqs in the crowd." Cpt. Price replied "Sure, sure." His squad unloaded the supplies from the helicopter, then Price looked back to see the helicopter lifting up. Looking into the distance, he could see hundreds of people in the streets. They walked down the embassy floors to ground level, and stepped into another helicopter parked in the courtyard. He took a seat, lit another cigar and looked at his gun as the helicopter lifted upwards.

A few minutes later, the pilot reported "Sorry chaps, but we ain't getting this bird down on top of the target. You'll have to fight your way to the building, it's at the end of this street." Cpt. Price and his squad jumped out. Further ahead, he could see a loose group of Donnish protesters. He quietly said "There's some protesters up ahead, turn off your safety's. Don't hesitate to shoot." They walked ahead, until of them shouted "Go home Sovarichs!" One of Price's squadmates pointed a gun at the man. The protester pulled out a kitchen knife, and began running at Price. Before he could lift his weapon, the man had been shot in the head, and fell over flat.

[Die Erworbenen Namen]

Anzio Embassy,
Donner Land

"What? What do you mean they're at the gates? Who is at the gates?" The ambassador asked wildly, listening through a receiver as Sergeant Orlov reported from the front gate. His voice was heavy with concern, and one could hear a slight urgency in what he said. His voice, while normally a higher than normal time, was starting to go up as he attempted to report coherently the situation that was in front of him.

"Sir, we've got Namenian citizens, or ex citizens in some case, Namenians at any rate, gathering at the gate. They're asking me to let them in, sir." Orlov replied, looking out the window to attempt to attempt a count. He gave up after more than forty of them began to crowd around. "Sir, they're saying its urgent. I know at least one has died from recent activity."

"Are you sure they're Namenian?" The ambassador asked, twirling his finger around the cord of his phone, looking out the window. For some reason, the day looked darker than it really was, with a feeling of dread in the air. He knew why, he just didn't want to say it, for if he kept quiet, he could still pretend it wouldn't affect him. "How many?"

"A lot. 40... Maybe a hundred. Maybe more." Orlov replied, turning his back to the crowd again to reply. His eyes traveled up to the Stronghold, and he looked at the ambassador's window. Both of them could see each other, and at least the Ambassador could read his response well enough to know the situation. "More are coming, sir."

"Unless there's an emergency right now, tell them only those with their passports can get in. If they don't have it, they'll have to wait." The ambassador replied.

"Yes, sir. I'll tell them." Orlov replied, and as he was going to hang up, stopped himself. "Sir, when will our relief get here?"

"I have no idea, Sergeant. Just do your job and do it well."

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"Attention all citizens. Please have your passport out for checking. If you do not have your passport, please wait outside the gate." Sergeant Orlov had a megaphone out, and was addressing the masses directly with it. The SS squad was out among the people, acting as police and checking their passports. Off to the side was the actual 2nd squad, standing at guard to make sure no one was going to do anything stupid. "Please hand your passport to the SS soldier addressing you. Thank you."

The influx was enormous, to say the least. The guard there had trouble getting them inside the embassy quickly and orderly, and were often pushed by the mob. The soldiers out there had to have riot shields to hold them back, and 1st squad was forced to stay outside to watch for intruders. At this time, the only thing running through Commissar Utkin's mind was whether or not they would be targeted next.

[Western Pacific Territories]

Soraught, Donner Land.
0432 Hours, May 12th, 2015.

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Meanwhile, in a section of the city of Soraught, things were about to take a nasty turn for the worse. After recent events, the ACM decided they had to bring in some more intimidation, to follow up on their recent and incredibly successful last mission. However, they needed to spread more panic. Azulnish were being beaten, shot or worse in the streets each day, and Ulainish had been deemed the master race.

Now, it was time to show the Ulainish weren't so perfect either.

A driver of Ulainish ancestry had entered the van, and turned on the keys before looking into the back. There, he could see over 120 pounds of dynamite and the remaining space filled with shrapnel bits, for maximum effect, as well as a Azunish woman in the back, wearing loose, baggy clothing. It was almost too fitting that the driver was both suicidal and hated Voy with a passion. He knew his order. Kill as many Donnish civilians as possible, with any means needed.

After a few minutes of driving, he saw a crowd of rioters in the middle of the street. "Now, here, here it begins..." he thought. He parked the van, on the side of the road. He looked back and pointed at a building window. He said to the woman "The gun's in that room up there. You can get up there with the fire escape in the alley." The woman nodded, before stepping out of the vehicle, and quickly dashing into the alley. She climbed up the fire escape without being noticed. A few seconds later, the driver saw the woman.

He took a industrial torch in the passenger's seat, as well as a detonator, and climbed up the fire escape. When he was next to her, they both gave each other a nod. The woman aimed the rifle at a Donnish man and fired, bringing him down. As this happened, the man cut off the fire escape ladder using the torch. They couldn't get through the door. A few minutes later, a enraged crowd of 100 or so rioters were encircling the van, bringing up ladders after they realized the door wasn't a option. At that moment, the man pressed the detonator. Within seconds, the entire mob was dead or about to be. Suddenly, a man with a pistol fired, killing the woman. At that moment, he had expected this to happen. He stuck his head out the window, and was killed by a second bullet.

[The United Remnants of America]

Agent Abbas Merzhad

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Bögt, Donner Land

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12/5/2015 - 08:43

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Abbas' curtains were drawn in his apartment, and he didn't go outside much anymore. His door was locked and the dead bolt was in. He didn't turn his lights on much, but he sat quietly in his darkened living room and watched TV. The news was on constantly. If anything, Abbas was afraid for his own life. The Donnish had gone insane.

Last week, he'd lost his job. He only worked as a mid-level manager for a titanium mining firm in an office across the city. It was a simple job and it paid well enough. However, when Voy and the Donnish people went off their collective rockers, his Azulnish ethnicity had gotten in their way. Abbas had been fired without severance pay. He was probably lucky that it had happened so early on, because a mere two days later, his car had been vandalized, the tires slashed and the windows broken. "Go home Azulnish" was painted on the side, showing just how angry the people were here.

A nice old lady living across from Abbas went and had bought groceries for him. She was Ulianish, but she was nice and thought the racism in the country was "just silly." Either was, it worked for Abbas, who was running out of food since he was imprisoned within his apartment.

The news was the same every morning and every night. The Ulianish were growing increasingly violent, and other nations had been condemning Voy and his administration. Azulnish and Eghtuian minorities were targeted, as well as foreigners. Some nations had their embassies attacked, and some were trying to evacuate. Sadly, Abbas had no embassy to go to, seeing as how he was a Donnish citizen. And even if the URA had an embassy, he couldn't-

His watch lit up and vibrated against his wrist as he watched the morning news, the soft orange glow lighting up the screen. Abbas' stomach dropped and his heart stopped. So this was it, wasn't it? He checked the screen: Activation: Agent Merzhad. Directive: Evacuate Immediately. Abbas swallowed. He wasn't an out-of-work Azulnish Donnish mining executive anymore. He was a Marshal agent.

Abbas opened his closet and grabbed the backpack he'd kept here for years just for this circumstance. Abbas opened it and checked it: Water was still in this as well as tab-pull canned food. There were batteries, a flashlight, a small first-aid kit and some other survival supplies. It looked like a disaster kit. But on top of the gear was a orange earbud that he took out and plugged into a special phone he'd kept in the bag as well. The phone powered up without a problem and the watch lit up: Phone Paired. Good. Abbas put the earbud in and heard the reassuring feminine sound of SALI, the URA's artificial intelligence, which was set into every deep cover Marshal's gear as a guidance package. He was ready. Abbas quickly grabbed a winter coat and a pair of boots to brave the bitter cold of Donner Land as he unlocked his door. He almost walked out before he remembered; he'd almost forgotten his weapon.

When he came to Donner Land from the URA, one of the first things he'd done is used his new identification papers to buy a firearm from a surplus store. Abbas went to his bedside table and reached under it and grabbed his VPD-45 sidearm and two extra magazines. The weapon reminded him of the Remnant Military's R12 pistol, which used a similar .45 ACP round. Abbas put the magazines in his backpack and his the pistol in his jeans at the small of his back. Abbas nodded as he wrapped a scarf around the lower portion of his face and put a beanie over his dark hair. This would hopefully cover up his identity and, more importantly, his Azulnish identity for the time being.

Abbas had a destination in mind. He'd seen it in the news as being an embassy that didn't appear to be evacuating despite the people's protests. That meant there'd be security there. Security meant safety for Abbas, and the chance for his survival. Abbas pulled his apartment door open and began to walk down the steps to the ground floor.

Next stop: The Namenian Anzio Embassy. SALI's voice rang out in his ear again. "Leaving safe zone, Agent Merzhad." That was definitely an understatement.

[Equator Confederation]

Sauraght, Equatorian Embassy
902 hours

The Embassy wasn't accepting any more 'refugees:' it was besieged on its enterity by a donnish crowd.

Nothing else could be heard other than all the talk from the besieging Donnish crowd and Corporal Yuri's megaphone. It looked like a zombie invasion for any pop culture fan, but it was worse. The rest of Gamma Team Six was set up on defensive positions and had bayonets ready to be fixed. They wouldn't give the mob an inch of the embassy without blood.

"Everyone, back your asses from the embassy. I repeat: back away from embassy! This is your last warning!" The megaphone shouted across, but it was irrelevant. The crowd wouldn't give up: the eletrocutated Donnish who had made contact with the electric fence wouldn't help them to back off by simply talk.

"Urgh... They won't listen." Yuri said as he threw the megaphone on the ground near him.

"David, Leonidas, Araquennus, I want you to hold our left sector over there." Captain Marcellus pointed over to a place which was rather unguarded. "All units, CS gas."

After all men had taken their positions, they each threw a CS gas grenade, which was supposed to keep the riot under control.

"...did it work?" Lt. Marcos asked to whomever could hear him.

"I don't fucking know, can't see anything..." He got a response from Zermicja.

"All units, this is the Equatorian Embassy. We have reports of casualties at other embassies. They are not there to play or simply protest: they will try to eliminate you all. Usage of deadly force is authorized, I repeat: deadly force is authorized, over." The message echoed from all officers' radio systems. With a silent nod, the units loaded GL-launched grenades and had a machinegun position installed on a strategic position.

"May God be with us..." Araquenus said silently, though it was heard and repeated across the unit.


Meanwhile, Ambassador Matthew and his team were desperatly trying to call for an evacuation helicopter.

"Sir, the nearest helicopter team in Novokraina will take some time to get here..." The radio opeator said.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY SOME TIME? I WANT NUMBERS: GIVE ME SOME FUCKING NUMBERS!" He pushed the operator against the wall.

"I don't know! I honestly don't know!" The operator said with fear, by both the crowd and the ambassador himself.

Matthew sighed and backed off, walking over to his office and slamming the door as he did so, leaving the rest of the Embassy's team behind at the entrance.

[Western Pacific Territories]

Bögt, Donner Land.
0430 Hours, May 12th, 2015.
Cpt. Price

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Cpt. Price and his squad quickly advanced up the road, now simply shooting any rioter on sight. By the time their squad had gotten to the house the road was littered with dead bodies. As their neared the house, suddenly a window was shattered, the glass bits falling onto the ground. A few seconds later, a man, with a noose tied around his neck, was shoved out of the window and violently jerked, and began to choke. Price looked up. The man had been hung from the second story of the building, so if he shot the rope, the man would survive. Possibly he would break a leg or a arm, but he'd live. So he pointed his gun upwards, took a deep breath, breathed out, and then shot the rope in half, causing the man to fall onto the ground. The man let out a grunt, and Price walked up to him, taking out a knife to cut the rope.

The man took a few seconds to cough, before saying "There's no point going in there, everyone else was shot. They were going to hang me from the window instead of shooting me to make a point." Price took a second, before saying "Doesn't matter, wait out here." He then gave the man a loaded pistol. He nodded, and Price and the squad went in. The building had three stories. Almost immediately, Price saw a dead body on the ground, confident it wasn't Pacifican. He knew the nationals here had guns and were intending to hold out. They cleared out the first floor, nothing else of important was there, although there were holes drilled in the wall, meaning they could have been used as gun-ports.

They slowly climbed up the staircase, before they saw a face peer out. Before they could fire, the head ducked behind the wall, and the squad heard the cries of "The Sovarich's are here!" A few seconds later, a figure, wearing a black coat and pants, with a white ski mask covering his head popped out, facing the squad, holding a gun in his hands. One of Price's squadmates quickly downed him, and they ran up the staircase. At the top, they found 3 men, holding their hands up in surrender. All, except one of them. Price ordered to the lone man "Put 'yer hands up!"

When the man did not comply, Price coldly said "Kill them." Less than 5 seconds later, there were 4 bodies laying the ground. The squad then entered the room. They saw a row of rifles and shotguns, with one SMG, a couple of ammunition boxes, a few bottles of water and the bodies of 6 dead men laying in a row. On the wall, the words "Take that!" were written in red paint. Price said "The rest of them are on the 3rd story."

[Vanquaria]

May 12th, Donner Land

The plane touched down on the tarmac of Donner Land's capital city's airport. It was turbulent times right now so there were not much people that filed out of the commercial aircraft.

A particular figure in a dark brown cloak was left the airport that day amid the few dozen passengers. Calling for a taxi he was soon on his way.

Sergio's eyes, having seen many things, looked out at the city. Financial shortcomings were expected to hit the land of the Ulianish soon as the world retaliated against the onslaught of the so-called Donnish ''nationalism''.

The Autarch was already discussing the exclusion of Newron Voy and Donner Land from Auraxis and temporary suspension from the Helsa Federation. ''Lifetime Chancellor of Helsa'' was one of the key causes for this. Displaying selfish ambition the man called Newron Voy thought he was oh so powerful that all of the North will bow down to him, pathetic was the description by Scott, so soon the Vanquarian regime will stomp on his dreams not to mention the brainwashed Ulianish.

The Iron Empire had always had plans ready in case Donner Land chose a more destructive path. Although Voy's madness had never been imagined they were ready. Sleeper agents, VIA agents and special forces operatives were to provide intelligence and surveillance in Donner Land. Already Vanquarian military forces were massing in strength on the border as a Donnish invasion was now a possible event.

Master Sergeant Sergio Ravus, a Special Recon Service warrior, was apart of the defensive plan against a neighbour that threatened invasion. Personally Sergio never thought that his friends, cousins and brothers that were the Ulianish people would turn against their closet brothers.But as always reality was showing the truth no matter how much Sergio did not want to know it...

Soon he had arrived at his desired destination. It was a quiet urban street, apartment blocks around the operative. Master Sergeant Ravus made his way into block 65. Stepping silently up the stairs he soon came across another person.

He or She was dressed in a black sport jacket and dark purple pants. Wearing a ski mask, a common sight for inhabitants of the cold North, the person was standing above brown briefcase which was on the floor next to a plant.

Yawning He or She then walked past Sergio. Without glancing back Sergio picked up the briefcase and continued moving up the stairs to Room 45A.

Finally at the door he opened the briefcase and pulled out a blue key. Plunging it softly into the hole he twisted and a satisfactory click reached his alert ears. Striding inside he closed the door.

Sitting down on a couch he opened the briefcase. Inside was his gear and his weapons. Nodding with silent thanks to the VIA he began dressing himself up.

In no time at all Sergio was wielding body armour inside his clothes, bincoculars, a map plus pencil and a Jericho 941 with silencer and 1 magazine. The man left the room almost as quickly as he had entered it.

Time to get drawing Ravus told himself as his face was once again smacked by the Donnish cold.

[Congreveopia]

Approaching Bögt, 0846 hours, Palatinum Soldiers Mobile Diplomatic Security Force Seven “Hellbenders”:

”Twenty-five klicks out; ten mikes to touchdown,” said the pilot of the NH90 as the helicopter approached the massive city ahead. “ATC is willing to let us make a straight-in approach to the embassy, but they’re not okay with us doing a series of back-to-back landings and takeoffs on our own watch. They’re going to clear each helicopter down and up.”

“And if they stop giving us clearance before everyone's out?” asked Sergeant Amy Sharon, the leader of the four-person squad that was the helicopter’s only current cargo.

“Then we begin disobeying air traffic control as politely as possible,” replied the pilot. “I have no desire to get shot down today, but my orders are to get people out of that embassy, not faff about holding for a clearance that never comes.”

This NH90 was the first of a flight of eight, dispatched from one of Congreveopia’s Mistral class amphibious assault ships to evacuate nonessential personnel from the Congreveopian embassy in Bögt. That mission had since changed in-flight to evacuating everyone from the embassy when the sun rose and the crowd of protesters outside had grown rather than shrinking. The protesters weren’t worried about the police, and the police weren't coming to help the Congreveopians.

“Final mission briefing,” said Sharon. “Nexus, has the status changed on the family in the crowd?”

“Negative,” replied Nexus. “I make four people hanging back in the crowd who look afraid of everyone around them. Facial recognition confirms that at least two are Congreveopian. First job once you’re on the ground is to get them inside the embassy walls. Then hold while the helicopters make their pickups and await further orders.”

“Understood,” said Sharon. “Porter, you’re on the roof. Don’t shoot anyone unless you need to, but don’t miss if you do need to. The rest of you are on me. We’re taking the bulk of the embassy security detail and pushing into the street to retrieve the Congreveopians. Once the Congreveopians are out of the street, we can use tear gas if we need it. Then we button up in the embassy and wait for the helicopters to get everyone out. We’ve got a bit under a hundred people in there, so we’ll need five helos and then one for ourselves.”

“And the other two?” asked Kim Hill, the squad’s drone technician.

“Are backup, misdirection, adaptability, whatever,” said Sharon. “If the guys in ATC think we need eight helicopters to get everyone out, then they can wait until the seventh is through to try and throw a spanner in our works. Besides, other embassies might need help and the carrier’s a long flight away. Check your weapons and gear and get ready. Make sure you’ve got your headsets on active cancellation for the LRADs and the helicopters.”

Sharon was carrying an HK416C loaded with real bullets. In the underslung grenade launcher, though, she had a pellet shot loaded with plastic bullets. Jeffrey Porter was the squad’s marksman, so he’d be keeping his distance and only firing if he needed to. His HK417 was loaded with lethal ammo. Sabrina Ballard, the squad corpsman had opted for plastic bullets in her HK416, using her sidearm if she needed a more deadly weapon, and the squad drone tech had gone the direct opposite route and loaded her pistol with non-lethals and her rifle with regular ammo. The squad all checked their weapons and hoped that this would be another mission where they didn’t have to use them.

Congreveopian Embassy, Bögt, 0857 hours, Hellbenders Squad:

The wheels hit the helipad with a hard thud and squad was already running down the rear ramp. Sharon kept her head down as she hurried out from under the whirling blades and down a set of metal steps onto the concrete of the roof. Waiting near the helipad were twenty minor embassy personnel and the chief of security. He motioned the twenty up towards the helicopter, shouting a reminder for them to keep their heads down, then greeted Sharon.

“So you’re the salamander squad they sent to reinforce us, eh?” he asked as Porter split off to take up position with his rifle. “Aren’t there any more of you?”

“Sure,” said Sharon as she headed for the stairs to ground level. “There’s about a dozen other mobile diplomatic security forces out there, but we’re the ones that were sent to Donner Land. What’s the situation here?”

“Twelve of us, thirteen counting me,” said the chief of security, following her “Got two guys working the two-thousand-X over there. Nexus is controlling the two smaller thousand-RXs remotely. Those are keeping most of the protesters back. Nobody wants to go deaf just to hold their banner a bit closer to the walls. Every once in awhile someone runs into the field of the LRADs to throw a rock or something. We hit them with the water cannons if they get too near the wall; that’s what the other two guys on the roof are for. The other eight of us are in the yard, and they’ve got a collection of mixed arms loaded with plastic bullets. Only had to shoot once so far, when a group of college kids tried to get an aluminum ladder onto the wall. They ran off and we broke the ladder. There are weapons in the crowd, though. The only thing that’s stopping the violent ones from attacking is that they’re waiting for the best time to strike, and more people keep trickling in, reinforcing them. They’ll probably move soon, though. They’ve seen the helicopters and know that time’s running out.”

“If we’re lucky, they’ll wait to loot the embassy once everyone’s gone,” said Sharon, reaching the first floor and hurrying towards the lobby. “Have you nuked the servers yet?”

“Nexus activated the thermite charges himself after we loaded the backup drives onto the AW609 and sent it off to your carrier,” answered the chief of security “There’s nothing here we can’t afford to lose except the staff.”

“Although I wouldn’t mind a seat on the last chopper if you’ve got room,” said a robotic voice with a hint of a british accent somewhere in it. Sharon glanced over to see the embassy’s diplomatic avatar, a two million dollar puppet for Nexus to control, working its way around the embassy’s computers checking all the hard drives had been wiped properly.

“Good to see you, Nexus,” said Sharon. “Although I wish you had a riot control avatar handy rather than that.”

“And I wish that Donner Land hadn’t turned into a xenophobic nightmare overnight,” said Nexus “But we can’t all have what we wish for. The target is still outside. Man and his husband, both confirmed Congreveopian. One other man, unidentified, and a girl. Paperwork indicates the Congreveopians adopted the kid while they were over here, which has been the past eight years. I’ve got a cell number for one of them, and have been texting with them for the past half-hour. I can call them and patch you through whenever you want. They want to get into the embassy, but are scared to push up through the front of the crowd.”

“Okay,” said Sharon “Plan A, then. Chief, I’ll take command of the boys on the lawn. You get on the roof and watch our backs.”

“Good luck,” replied the chief of security before hurrying off to get back to the roof.

Sharon walked out onto the lawn and signaled the eight security guards to form up on her as she headed over to the inner gate. “Nexus, put me through,” she said. She heard the ringing of a phone in her headset as the inner gate rolled aside and the group moved into the “airlock.”

“Hello?” someone said on the other end of the phone as the inner gate slid shut.

“Hello,” Sharon replied “My name is Amy, I’m with Congreveopian embassy security. We’re going to come and get you. We’re going to push the crowd back to reach you, and I need you to stay where you are when we do, okay?”

“Yes, okay,” said the person.

“Attention Donnish crowd!” said one of the LRADs, switching out of siren mode. “Congreveopian security forces are moving to clear a path for official vehicles! Please stand aside when requested!”

The outer gate rolled aside and the group moved out into the street. Rocks, broken glass, and other debris littered the pavement. In either direction down the street, a crowd of angry civilians stood brandishing signs and banners.

The group advanced towards the crowd, which was confused for a moment. It was hard to talk above the siren of the LRADs, and there didn’t seem to be any leader to the group anyways. Sharon walked a little faster. It was best if they could finish this before the crowd had time to try anything.

The security officers leveled their weapons at the protesters as they approached and Sharon had to briefly resist the instinct to smack the nearest officer’s rifle down. The crowd thought all the guns had plastic bullets. The security officers weren’t escalating to a lethal exchange. Sharon raised her rifle and continued.

“Link arms! Link arms!” someone yelled “Don’t let the foreign scum through!” The protesters at the front awkwardly began to try and form a human wall without dropping their signs. That was fine, though. She didn’t need them to let her through, just to fall back a bit, and already some of them were trying to shuffle away from the security officers’ guns.

“Okay, I’m going to need you to try and push through to the front of the crowd now.” said Sharon as she neared the protesters. “We can’t get in there to grab you.”

“I d-” said the person on the cell phone, then the line went dead.

“Damn, he dropped his phone,” said Nexus. “They are making their way to the front of the crowd, though. Hold on.”

“Bit pressed for holding on,” said Sharon. She noticed someone was passing stones forward to the front of the crowd. Someone raised an arm to throw and Hill shot them twice in the chest with her pistol, knocking them backwards. The others nearby with stones stopped for a moment, then advanced after seeing that the person wasn’t dead. A rock struck an a security officer in the chest and another narrowly missed Hill’s head, then one of the embassy water cannons was firing at the group with rocks and they fell back.

Further to the right, Sharon saw the Congreveopian family had almost reached the front of the crowd. One of them was carrying the girl, and the other two were shoving their way through protesters. They were stopped by a burly woman at the edge of the crowd who had her arms linked with two other protesters, blocking their way. One of the lead men looked at the other, then punched the woman in the side of the head and burst through the line. Someone grabbed the other lead man from behind, but the one carrying the child made it through and ran towards the Congreveopians. The man still in the crowd was struggling with a teenager who had an arm around his throat. Ballard was at Sharon’s side and fired a trio of plastic shots into the teenager’s leg, who collapsed cursing. The man tried to run forwards, but the woman had pulled a knife from somewhere and drew back to stab him with it. Sharon fired her underbarrel launcher at her waist and she staggered backwards from the stinging blast. The man ran forwards towards the Congreveopians. Sharon saw a flame spring up nearby in the crowd as someone lit a molotov cocktail, but she didn’t have a clear shot on the person responsible. She looked at the Congreveopians. They were almost to her, but they weren’t close enough. Her gaze darted back to the molotov as the owner drew back to throw it.

A trio of shots rang out from the embassy and the person collapsed, dropping the molotov on the pavement. Flames shot up in the crowd and everyone panicked. Sharon heard another shot, but that one came from the crowd. She grabbed the man with the girl and pulled them to the ground behind her as she searched for the shooter. Ballard collapsed holding her stomach, then she saw the man with the pistol and shot him twice in the chest.

She grabbed Ballard and began dragging her back towards the embassy gates as the rest of the security force retreated. She heard more gunshots and one of the security officers pitched forwards. She spun to see someone in the far crowd holding a pistol collapse to a trio of shots from Porter then a water cannon blanket the front of that crowd. Another security officer grabbed the injured one and carried him back.

Sharon saw a woman in the crowd reach into their jacket and fired her rifle. The woman collapsed to the ground, the cell phone she’d been reaching for clattering to the pavement. Sharon swore. Glanced down at Ballard, a red patch spreading out from under her hands across the front of her uniform.

A steady hail of rocks was falling around them now. Sharon felt one hit the side of the helmet and her vision momentarily blurred. She felt a wave of heat and flames sprang up in front of them from another molotov, this one falling just short of burning her and Ballard to death. Another molotov shattered somewhere off to her right, then she was back at the outer gate, through it, and it was closed.

The inner gate opened and the security chief was waiting with some embassy staff and a pair of stretchers. She gently loaded Ballard onto one and saw the security officer who had been shot in the back fumbling off a bulletproof vest near the other, saying something about him being fine.

Sharon looked around. The four people they’d gone out for were safe inside the embassy walls. Nexus’s diplomatic avatar was escorting the parents and the girl into the lobby. She looked at Ballard being carried into the embassy and hoped that she hadn’t just sacrificed one of her squad members for them.

“Orders, ma’am?” asked the chief of security.

“The LRADs are no longer discouraging the crowd,” said Nexus “They are attempting to climb the walls, and the water cannons will only hold them off for a couple minutes.”

“Get everyone to the roof,” said Sharon, walking inside. “Lock the lobby doors. We’ll move to the second floor and try to hold them on the lawn. Nexus, inform them that we will use lethal ammo on anyone armed or who scales the wall.”

“I’m sorry,” one of the security officers was saying to the man who’d almost been stabbed. “You’re not Congreveopian, so I can’t allow you inside the embassy.”

“Do you have any family or friends?” asked Sharon.

The man shook his head. “No family. No friends aside from those three.”

“Would you like to be evacuated with us?” asked Sharon. The man thought for a moment, looked back towards the embassy walls, and nodded.

“Repeat after me,” said Sharon “Fearing for my life in my nation of origin, I request asylum in Congreveopia.”

“Fearing for my life in my nation of origin, I request asylum in Congreveopia,” said the man.

“I’m sorry, I can’t-” began the security officer.

“-that's okay, Sam, I can.” said a woman in a business suit, walking out of the lobby “Your request is granted. We need one more seat on the helicopters, Nexus.”

“Ma’am, you should not be outside,” said the security officer.

“Thank you ambassador,” said Sharon “However, you should head to the roof for evacuation now. Team! Form up on me! Lock the lobby doors, check anti-entry window grills are all in place, and take up positions on the second floor!”

[Urran]

URS Nishigahara, Donnish Coast

An Urranese task force was currently steaming across the Donnish coast, preparing to assist in evacuation efforts. The entire country had gone mad. Fortunately, many Urranese left at the first signs of the disaster, most had gone and the embassy shut down after the first protests had taken place, only a handful of Urranese were left in Donner Land now. It was doubtful that those that had stayed were alive at this point, but locating and rescuing them was top priority.

Urran itself was undergoing a bit of a political shift itself. It was not violent or bloody like this Donnish incident, that many saw as a type of civil war, but Urran was becoming more involved in international affairs. As such, the Urranese government had publicly pledged to offer all possible aid to citizens of other nations that were caught up in this conflict, as well as members of any ethnic minorities that wanted to get out. Obviously, the citizens of foreign nations would be turned over to their respective embassies after arriving in Urran, but Donnish citizens that wanted to leave would be resettled in Urranese Turkey and granted amnesty. It was the first time that Urran had made such a move in modern history.

The Ginza Class amphibious assault ship URS Nishigahara, flanked on either side by the Natano Class amphibious transport docks Gotanda and Oshiage and escorted by the Mosura Class destroyers Taiho, Orga, and Liaoning cut its way through the waters off Donner Land. Its flight deck held several large helicopters, all preparing for take off. The "lemons", that is, the yellow shirted flight deck crew members waved their orange batons in a series of expressive motions, directing the first HH53K to take off from the deck, it was the first of four that were on the deck. The wind from the massive rotor blades made it a bit hard to stand, but it was soon underway to Bögt to begin operations there.

There were also five HH60W CSAR helicopters on the flight deck. One of them, CX450, solid grey like all of the others, but with a navy blue silhouette of a praying angel, was piloted by Kenshin Fujita. Kenshin was a young man, mid twenties. He was a good pilot too, he loved his job. However, this operation gave him a bit of anxiety. Urran had always considered Donner Land to be a friendly country, but here he was, flying a CSAR mission into "friendly" territory. His helo had a crew of five. He, his copilot, two door guuners, and a medtech. Thankfully, this new version of the Pave Hawk had a larger cabin compared to the old one, as well as other improvements, it was an absolute joy to fly.

But the fun of flying the new toy was not in Kenshin's mind, far from it actually. He was looking over his flight instruments, making certain that they were all working properly. The FLIR was already displaying images one of the three full color touch screen displays in the cockpit. He flipped on the power and heard the engine whine to life, a high pitched mechanical whine. The blades suddenly began to spin and Kenshin looked over the displays, syncing his helmet with the flight systems. He had to admit, slaving his FLIR to the helmet and the addition of a helmet mounted HUD was one of his favorite features.

He leaned back heavily in his seat, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, exhaling slowly. The blades were now spinning rapidly.

"Heaven's Mercy, this is flight control. You have clearance for take off."

"We read you flight control. Commencing operations." He replied, opening his eyes and leaning forward, his copilot working out the navigation for the mission. The "lemon" in front of them was saluting them after giving his signals. The aircraft began to slowly lift off of the flight deck. It was the first time that he, being an Air Force pilot, had taken off from a Navy ship. Still, it was not that hard and he took off, banking away from the massive vessel and heading for Soraught. Though they had all been thoroughly brief, none of them knew exactly what they were getting into.

[Empire of Donner land]

Sauraght, Donner Land

The black SUV roamed the rather empty streets. Most people were either attacking the embassies, hiding rather than normal life. The occasional person walking the debris strewn side walks was spotted. Sauraght was again a battlefield, except the war was being faught from the inside out. From the inside of the car with the tinted windows it looked like a a war zone. There were some scattered blood pools and sprays against the ground and walls if buildings. Selhg even saw handprints scraped against glass as if someone was struggling to get up but was instantly beat back down again. His hypothesis was confirmed by a pipe stained in blood sitting below the handprint as the SUB slowly passed by but accelerating as it left.

Selhg took out a black box, it had multiple buttons on it, 'play', 'record', 'stop' among them. He used it to record himself speaking, to keep track of the chaos around him. Placing it on the dashboard of the Car he hut record.

"May 12th, 2015. Voy has completely destroyed the country in one night and simultaneously made me quit my job, or resign rather. Something that I thought I wouldn't do until I was well into my eighties. The son of a bitch planned it all." He said calmly as he turned the SUV right down another desolate road. Atop a apartment building on the left side on the 6th floor was a burning flag, before it was completely absorbed on flames Selhg knew it was an Esgonian flag. The embers of it fell from above and blew into the wind and up into the air. Below it was a cheering group of people that slowly began to turn around as the Car drove past.

"He got the support of the people, he was charismatic and got himself noticed and things seemed to improve under his establishment- well up to now at least. Our trust was in him, everyone, Ulianish, Ehgtuian, Azulnish. And then he betrayed the country all of a sudden, his speach was full of hate against the Azulnish, blaming them for our problems even though they had nothing to do with it and that the Ehgtuians helped. Everyone celebrated the end of isolationism, now it was just the Ulianish. It seemed only I knew better, maybe there were more... alert people out there. And now he's saying they're the master race, the true rulers of the North and the world. Everything is so upside down now. The terrorist attacks didn't help, first by the Azulnish, then a Ulianish terror attack. Both labeled to be from traitors. It only reinforced the hate against the minorities and now th-they're getting beat down in the street. We've dug too deep, and created a hole that can only be filled by bodies."

Silence.

"It's not too late..." he said with a sudden realization.

Click

He hit stop on the recorder and turned right. He had to get to a embassy and save whoever he could, it didn't matter who, Ulianish, Ehgtuian, Azulnish or foreign. If he was getting out he would be getting out doing his job, protecting the people of his country. He needed a way into the embassy first, they wouldn't allow just him and without information like a passport.

Looking up from the steering wheel as he was in deep thought he slammed the breaks. A large crowed appeared around the corner, cheering and screaming out. Leading the crowed seemed to be a a prisoner. He was blinded with a bandana tied around his head and gagged with a cloth. Two large Donnish men held him behind his back around his wrists. He was tied behind his back and walked in a military uniform. An arm patch visibly identified him as Esgonian, this is the parade he heard about on the news, the one holding the Esgonian soldier prisoner.

An idea struck his head, a stupid one, but an idea none the less that would help him get out of the country.

Congrevopian Embassy, Bögt

The scene that had unfolded getting the family out greatly enraged the crowd outside. They had not noticed the Foreign family until it was too late and had escaped but not without some backlash. Shots had been fired which escalated the situation, even more so when the Donnish found out that the four in the ground were dead and quickly pulled out of the crowd to be delivered somewhere else, either their families or a hospital though some of the people in crowd were already crying in grief.

A portion of the crowd then brandished their hidden weapons, small Pistols and took up the front of the crowd and being let up their. The others seeing them holding weapons then scrambled for something to use. Rocks, shards of glass, things they had in their pockets and knives among them. They would take the embassy, not to loot it, but for the simple pleasure of ridding their country of Foreign influence and killing those inside or taking them prisoner. It would be no easy task, but they wouldn't last forever and the people inside the embassy knew it. Already Molotovs rained over the walls into the courtyard their fires being affected little by the snow fall, A few were climbing the walls and the number increasing.

One of them, the first to mount the wall carried something large, from the ground it looked like it was a metal tube. As he climbed atop it he began to fiddle with it, as if he was untieing a knot. Quickly a large blue cloth unfurled from the tube and he raised it with him as he stood up balancing on the wall waving it from side to side. A deep blue banner with stars across it revealed itself to the Congrevopian embassy and the crowd. The Donnish Flag, a symbol of pride and unity now waved above the walls. The man waving it yelled.

"COME UP, COME UP! EUROI UN DONOSKLAN, ENDTUN UNT SOVARICH!"

A resounding yell form the crowd answered back. "EUROI!" And cheering following it as the gate was being pushed and pulled by them.

Sauraght, Equatorian Embassy

A thick where grey smoke engulfed the crowd. The CS Gas was pushing them back and they retreated for some time. However, bodies remained, those that suffocated and couldn't handle the gas. However the crowd would be back and stronger ready to attack the Embassy. They had bought themselves time being one of the embassies that had the smallest crowd attacking it.


Bögt, Donner Land, position of Pacifican squad

The gunfire brought attention. Some witness' saw the foreign soldiers occupy the building and quickly a mob formed throwing rocks into the windows of the building. The man who was being hung didn't escape as he had broken his leg from the fall, as the mob quickly approached and he tried to crawl away he was grabbed around the neck and stabbed repeatedly in the neck until dead, his body being left there and the mob focusing on the bigger enemy.

"Surrender!" Was being yelled from the ground floor as people armed themselves and prepared to storm the building. If they could capture these soldiers who were away form their embassy they could make a large point with them; do not mess with the Donnish people.

Anzio Embassy, Donner Land

The Mob outside wasn't all Namenian. Donnish too were beginning their siege of the embassy but unlike the others it was more organized. A small council of the most qualified was formed, mostly soldiers and hung in the back thinking as the Donnish mob began to strengthen and those were informed of the plan to attack and rid them of one more plague. Their answer was found in the very people they seeked to destroy.

While many were trying to get in the embassy, a duo were struggling to get out. The Donnish man of the duo held a gun and it was placed against the other persons side aimed upwards so that it would hit their heart. It was a woman, a Namenian woman to be exact that was chosen out of the crowd to be the part of their plan. How unfortunate it was that she would be the one to give up her life to do it.

"W-what do you want." She said sternly but afraid as she focused forwards with the gun to her side walking through the crowd. She had no idea what was going on, what eould happen to her or her family. The scariest feeling is the unknown, and with this she was terrified.

"You're going to help us get into the Embassy you sovarich shit." He said poisonously in an effort to scare her even more. Every once in a while as they walked he jabbed her with the gun to remind her.

Soon they were at the "Council". She was supplied with a dark, heavy and bulky vest and a winter coat and told to put on the best first. Inside she knew what she was being told to do, to suicide bomb the embassy from inside. The winter coat covered up the vest under her clothes. Their activities were shielded by the crowds movement and she was sent on her way and told "Don't do this and you'll die, do this and you'll die." She had no choice and made her way to the front gate, maybe if quickly explained her situation she would escape, anything. She didn't want to go like this, to kill her own people and herself as a pawn in a terrorists game.

Esgonian Embassy, Saraght, Donner Land

The woman failed to escape and was beaten ruthlessly. She had no papers, no identification, nothing to her name anymore. Now just a dead body she joined her family. Quickly her body was hoisted above the crowd and shown off to the Esgonian Embassy as the cherish overtook yelling. The bloody pulp that used to be her was unrecognizable, stab wounds covered her body, her head was practically caved in and she had been bullet holes in her. They tried to scare the guards at the front gate and guilt them with the body as it danced above the crowd.

Soon a man climbed atop a car with a megaphone in a black ski mask. "Esgonian fucks! Open the gate now and you will survive! Or else you will end up like the Azulnish traitor bitch in front of you now! OPEN UP THE GATES!"

[Union Of Autocratic Empires]

Bögt, Donner Land

Like in many other places, the Unionist embassy was sieged by hordes of furious protestors, who would want nothing else that drive the sovarich scum out of their nation or, failing that, end their lives. Painfully.

Unlike other embassies, however, the local garrison was fighting fire with fire - or, more accurately, fighting fear with fear, for the embassy's garrison was made up of Terror-Truppen, masters of psychological warfare and overall brutality, as could be exemplified by what the guards were equiped with - flamethrowers and incendiary ammunition. They had already used it on one particulary foolish individual who had tried to climb the fence; his charred remains were by the gate, and it had worked to make the crowd calm down.

Feeling that the ambassador himself didn't share, as he desperately scrambled to find his phone in order to make a very urgent call; another singularity of the siege of the Unionist embassy was how utterly fast the crowds aproached the embassy, almost as if they wanted to catch the personnel by surprise. And the worst part was, it worked, they surrounded the building while several staff members found themselves away in the city. Most of them had managed to come back safe and sound, with the mere exception of a secretary who had come back with a few cuts and bruises, but nothing serious.

That wasn't what worried him.

What worried him were those that hadn't come back. True, the Kaisarine could take her of herself, and she was in the company of two fellow valkyrias, but the other VIP was completely alone in the streers of Bögt, and was bound to bring unwanted attention one way or the other.

"It's not your fault, ambassador", said Captain Caius Seius Restitutus, chief of security of the embassy. "We had no idea this would happen. Nor a way to know about it, either."

"Which, if I recall correctly, is supposed to be your job in the first place", shot back ambassador Felipe Alvarado Parrondo with a raspy, somewhat shaking voice, as he looked all over his office for a phone. "Finding out about this things, I mean."

"Not really. That's Intelligence's job, not Security's." he said, leaning on the ambassador's table. "Regardless, can you blame them? One moment the Donnish receive the Kaisarine with open arms, and the next... well, you know." he said, pointing to the mass of demonstrators that could be easily seen through the jailed window, their screaming being a backdrop for their exchange all the while.

The ambassador sighed as he finally found the phone, right where it always was, and started dialing for the Kaisarine's number. "I know, I know. I'm sorry, it's just that Dorn* is still out there." He put the phone in his ear, and, after a small silence, spoke up again. "Think Dorn has been... assaulted... yet?"

"Shit, I hope not. No one deserves to go through that."

A few kilometers away.

A totally unremarkable car sped through the blood soaked streets of Bögt en route to the Unionist embassy, its occupants loooking with a mixture of worry, sadness and anger at the results of the initial carnage the Ulianish commited against basically everyone else. The group itself had been attacked, but they managed to get out of the situation rather easily. It was too bad the other ones being attacked lacked the training and the gear.

Kaisarine Sigbritt looked outside the window at the now barren streets, hurt by the events that were taking place in the birthplace of her ancestors. She had been very interested in Donner Land ever since she discovered she had Ulianish ancestry, studying their culture, language and traditions, so naturally, this journey was, at first, a chance to learn more about her origins and make the Union and this nation closer; all those plans had to be canceled when, during one of her visits to the Azulnish community, the meeting was interrupted by a bunch of Donnish trying to attack them. Fortunately they managed to drive them off, and even offered her hosts to go to the Union as refugees, act they decided to prize by lending her and her companions a car and clothes that would make them pass as Donnish citizens. All this situation hit her hard, because it reminded her too much of how Liyom and Abula were before the Unification War. She certainly hoped no war would be needed this time.

Aelia, on the other hand, wasn't so affected by this disaster - the Donnish ahd always been a bunch of racists, it was only a matter of time before they turned on their non-Ulianish countryman. Not that she would say it out loud, out of respect to the Kaisarine as both her friend and superior officer. She decided to break up the silence that reigned in the car. "Hey rookie, are you alright?", she asked to the third member of the group, Makuhide Kaori, a Portean who had finished her training this very year.

"Uh, yes, ma'am. It's just that this whole situation caught me by surprise. I didn't really expect the Donnish to lose their minds and start killing eachother.", answered the Portean, who was in the back of the car alongside Aelia; they put the Kaisarine on the wheel because she was the one that resembled a Donnish the most.

"You are not the only one", answered the Commander of the Valkyrian Guard. "This disaster brewed overnight. I'd be impressed at Neuron Voy's skills at manipulating people if people weren't dying right now", she said in her usually cold tone."

"Let's just hope this whole mess ends soon", interjected Aelia.

"I doubt it. As long as the national leadership pushes for this to happen, nothing will change." answered the Kaisarine.

"Do you think this will end in war?"

"Most probably.", said the Portean. "I don't know about the rest of the world, but our government doesn't likes it when its people are harmed. It could be seen as grounds for an intervention."

Sigbritt was going to answer when her mobile phone rang, prompting her to activate her earpiece to answer. It was ambassador Felipe. "Yes, ambassador? Yes, we are okay. How is the situation back in the embassy? I see." After a few seconds of silence, the valkyrias noticed their superior's eyes got wide open with an expression of horror, which worried Aelia more than any skinhead with a machinegun; she had known the Kaisarine for years, and it was almost impossible for her neutral expression to be broken by feelings when on duty, specially fear. She finished the call and turned towards her companions with an expression of worry that caught them by surprise. "I need to know where the monument to the Donnish-Vanquarian war is. NOW."

Makuhide, who had visited the city not long ago, struggled to remember. She then pointed at an opening they were about to pass. "Through there", she said pointing at the street opening, "all straight". Not losing a second, the Kaisarine skidded to not pass the exit, and once there, pushed the engine to its limit.

Whatever it was, it was something serious.

---

*Codename of the missing VIP

[Free Asian Ports]

Portean Embassy Complex, Soraught, Donner Land

Sergeant Nakamura stood in the courtyard just in front of the entrance to the Portean embassy. In front of him was the wall and front gate that marked the divide between Donner Land proper and the area of the embassy, which was considered Portean territory. Beside him was the rest of his platoon, the guards that had been assigned to the security of the diplomatic embassy. All had assembled, then dispersed to the perimeter of the compound. All were fully equipped. The 30 or so Marines could fight an entire war. And it looked like they might have to...

Hundreds of Donnish protesters crowded outside, shouting and raving complete nonsense. Some looked ready to shed blood. The Porteans, for the most part, were ignoring them. Porteans, generally, were naturally paranoid and any that visited Donner land during the brief warming of relations always stayed at the embassy. Luckily, none had been out when this business began. So the hundred or so Porteans and other foreigners at the embassy were now trapped by the mob outside. And it was the job of the Marines to keep them safe. Something they were easily ready for.

Nearby, Corporal Yitsune slapped the receiver of the tripod-mounted GMG closed on a chain of 40mm grenades. Most other riot police might choose to use tear gas or some other nonlethal munition to ward off protestors. These, however, were full-power fragmentation grenades. A full belt fired through the fully automatic GMG would turn hundreds of unarmored infantry into mince meat. This was matched by hollow-point ammunition and incendiary armored piercing sniper ammo in the more conventional weapons the Marines carried. Unlike other nations, the Ports considered it's embassies to be sovereign territory, and combined with the emphasis of safety for embassy personnel, any attempt to break in would be considered a hostile invasion. An invasion that would be responded to appropriately. If the protestors grew bigger balls than brains, the Marines would gladly take the latter off the protestor's heads.

Sergeant Nakamura slapped a full mag into his C7A2 assault rifle. He was a veteran of the Azen Wars, and was a sure shot with the rifle. If someone did make the idiotic attempt to get in, they would find themselves a few pounds of flesh lighter and a few tons of lead heavier. That Nakamura would make certain of. Between the infantry on the ground, the mounted machine guns of M2HB Brownings and MG3s, and the M14 snipers on the roof, the protestors could never win. That didn't seem to dissuade them, however, as hundreds still appeared in the streets. This might pose a problem. Sergeant Nakamura turned to Corporal Yitsune. "Someone get a flamethrower up here. If they get too many, we'll need to burn down the body piles for better arcs of fire" he ordered. Someone left to follow this order, and in exchange someone came outside.

She looked to be average military age, but definitely dressed much differently from the Marines. She was dressed in dark grey fatigues and combat webbing, but covered this with a black greatcoat. This interesting costume was rounded out by black gloves and sunglasses, which gave Nakamura a vibe that she was some kind of Intelligence person. A civilian, probably. "Should you be out here?" he asked when she approached the sandbag barrier. She turned to him with a blank face, apparently expecting him to know her security clearance. "As a matter of fact, I am. This is a security concern, isn't it? Then it concerns me. If they make it through you, then I have to deal with them" she said. Nearby, one of the Embassy's two V-100 armored cars drove up. It's pintle-mounted 0.50 cal machine gun was being loaded by a Marine, who settled in and aimed at the crowd forming outside. Sergeant Nakamura grumbled. "We won't let them through. Quite frankly, I'm insulted you'd even insinuate the idea" he said, turning away towards the shouting crowd. The woman scoffed. "A whole year of work to get the Donnish on our side, all thrown away because some king went insane and his people were gullible enough to follow. If killing's to be done, I want to do half of it" she said, finally.

Nakamura smiled. "Don't we all..."

350km south of Soraught
Z-35 was one of the most unusual ships in the Navy's fleet. The vast majority of ships sailed on the ocean, staying above the water on the buoyancy of their hulls against the sea. Z-35 stayed much higher above the water, instead on the buoyancy of helium and hydrogen cells that took it to heights that surface vessels would most certainly never reach. Many had thought the days of the airship over with World War 2 showing that the airship was much more vulnerable to the environment than previously thought and the higher speed and utility of fixed-wing aircraft made them better alternatives to the expensive zeppelins. However, in recent years a resurgence of the airship has been brought on, prompting the Navy to commission two new airships derived from the old Z-30 class, incorporating 21st century technology to vastly improve performance and payload. Z-35 and her sister ship Z-34 are helicopter carriers, designed to provide a forward platform for anti-submarine and transport helicopters.

Z-35's current mission was considerably more high-profile. She, along with a surface-base Carrier Task Force, was going to rescue the Portean embassy and any who saught refuge in it. Several days earlier, violence against foreigners had escalated to a point when the diplomatic mission to Donner became concerned, and a small task force was deployed from MB Randgriz to establish some support for the embattled Portean embassy should it become necessary. Already, a pair of NH90s and CH-53s was being prepared to begin the retrieval process. Far below, the aircraft carrier escorting Z-35 was also preparing the launch of fighter aircraft to protect the helicopters when they made their rescue mission. An airbase in WPT prepared to deploy additional airborne units to bolster the defenses of the embassy, if necessary. The mission, dubbed Operation Blue Chariot, was almost underway.

[Ratte]

Rattean Embassy, Bögt, Donner Land

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it had been 24 hours since the chaos had begun, smoke illuminated the sky and faint screams could be heard in the distance.The City of Bögt was slowly being turned into a warzone, with many innocent stuck in the middle of it. Like many other Embassies, the Rattean embassy located in the donnish city of Bögt had begun a mass evacuation of their citizens. Their embassy was crowded, people ranging from ages 13-45 lining up to escape the violence that had been unleashed upon the foreigners staying in the nation. Guards at the building had been actively on the move since the whole situation had started, their breaks would not come often and few were exhausted. Johannes Bonath, was among those exhausted. Johannes was watching the news on a T.V set up in the main lobby of the Embassy, he wanted to keep updated on the situation for not only his safety but his families as well. Johannes was half Azulnish, born in Donner Land to a Donnish-Rattean couple. He had spend his entire life in Donner Land up until the age of 17, when he left the country with his father to move back to Ratte due to the hate against ethnic groups that resided in Donner Land. once back in Ratte with his father, he spent the next 2 years living a normal life until he joined the military on his 20th Birthday. Johannes remained in contact with his mother, while he served his years in the armed forces.

While Johannes was watching the new's reports that appeared on the television a loud bang was heard, Sounding very familiar to a gun. Johannes disregarded it,assuming it was from the footage of fighting currently showing on the news channel. Another bang was heard again, this time catching Johannes attention as guards ran past him with their weapons in hand. Following suit, Johannes grabbed his HK147 and walked into the courtyard. As he walked into the courtyard, he spotted a giant horde of donnish nationalist.
On the Left side of the embassy, nationalist were scaling the wall. not wanting to hurt anyone, the embassy guards yelled warnings towards the civilians. Seeing as their orders were being ignored, Johannes gave the order to shoot anyone who would scale the walls. following orders, guards immediately began firing at those who would pose a threat, they also shot tear gas canisters into the crowds in an attempt to control them. after a couple of minutes, the crowd began to disperse and those on the wall were detained. The event resulted in 8 deaths, 5 injuries, and 4 detained.

Glad the the situation was now over, Johannes ordered for evacuations to resume. Once everything was under control and things were moving again, Johannes went back into the embassy lobby to watch the news. Before he could grab the remote and turn the T.V on, Johannes was interrupted once again but this time by the Ambassadors right-hand Assistant. The Assistant walked up to Johannes and requested that he go to the Ambassadors office, as he wanted to talk to him about the recent events that unfolded in the courtyard. Doing as told, Johannes began walking towards the Ambassador's office. Walking into the Ambassador's office, Johannes Spotted the man looking out of his Window which oversaw the Courtyard. As Johannes was making his way towards the ambassador, he became distracted by the things around the office and jumped when the Ambassador spoke. "I commend you for your work Johannes , but you have made quite the mess out there. Do you know how hard it is to remove blood from concrete?" The Ambassador said turning around the greet the young man." Hello sir" Johannes said shaking the Ambassadors hand, Johannes then joined the Ambassador and looked out the window. Johannes could see men putting the bodies of the dead in a pile outside of the Embassy, he assumed it was to strike fear into those that would think about attacking the Building. Johannes and the Ambassador talked for about 5 minutes before it had to be cut short due to an emergency meeting. Before Walking out of the Office, the ambassador spoke to Johannes for one last time
With a flask full of vodka in his hand, the ambassador spoke"Hell of a city, isn't it?". Stopping in his tracks, everything went silent for a minute until Johannes gave a reply. "Bodies of the dead on every corner of streets, Storm Drains filling up with blood. Yeah, it is a hell of city" Johannes replied before walking out of the room and shutting the door behind himself.

[Western Pacific Territories]

Bögt, Donner Land.
0433 Hours, May 12th, 2015.
Cpt. Price

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Cpt. Price and the squad moved slowly up the stairwell. To their surprise, there were 3 Donnish men, who had surrendered and held their hands up. Cpt. Price replied "We need to teach these guys down here a really brutal lesson." He then ordered his squadmates to bind them with some rope in the corner, which they did. Meanwhile, Cpt. Price said into the radio "We're surrounded, get us a ride outta here."

After that was done, he looked out the window. The crowd was quite large, and he noticed a rock coming straight at him. He ducked, and it landed harmlessly in the room. On natural instinct, he shouted at the top of his lungs "THE DONNISH LOST THE HELSEN WAR!" After he was done with that, the crowd roared in anger. He escalated the situation, saying "Hang 'em." The squadmates obeyed, though rather reluctantly. After tying the nooses, they attached the rope of one of them to a stack of concrete blocks. The Donnish man then stood on the window sill, almost crying in fear. At the very least, he knew if the rope snapped he'd live. Price then kicked him out of the windowsill, and heard the rope stress.

Within a few seconds, the crowd was silent. When they realized the man was now dead, they screamed and shouted so loud that Price had to cover his ears. The rock storm was intense, and he heard the sound of a Molotov cocktail landing somewhere on the 1st floor. At that moment, he heard the helicopter landing on the roof. The squad ran up to the roof and hopped into the helicopter.

It was a rather bumpy ride back to the embassy, but he could tell things weren't going well there. When the helicopter landed, the ambassador ran up to Cpt. Price, and he asked "How's the national's doing?" Price responded "They killed every single of them." The ambassador spitted onto the ground, before saying "I'll write Voy a letter telling him he's liable for letting the rioters kill over 5 of our nationals and doing nothing."

[Esgonia]

Esgonian Embassy, Soraught, Donner Land
635 Hours

The guards watch the horror from across the walls as they parade the dead Azulnish woman as if it was a ragdoll, but the guards stationed at the gate continued to watch the protesters, unabated, as they were ex-military, who served primarily in Azenyanistan during the horrifying stages of the Azen Wars, especially the Azen Genocide, so they were used to this kind of brutality. The ambassador, hearing the Donnish protester as she was about to enter the embassy, decides to talk to him to at least diffuse the situation at the embassy, which was worsening in the other areas. Grabbing a megaphone from the security room, she immediately returns across the gate, she was stopped by Lead, who tried to persuade her to stop as it was "No use to stop a madman, let alone a population of madmen", but she had to, to try to delay the Donnish siege of the embassy and to ensure everyone was out.

When she arrived there, she informed the mob across the gates with her megaphone. "Attention Donnish mob, we do not wish any conflict either, but we will not grant you any access inside our compound without proper authorization. We will leave in a few hours and the embassy will be empty by then. So please stay back, else face harsh consequences.

Moments later, the sound of helicopters was heard from nearby, it were the helicopter squadron, along with reinforcements to help protect the embassy. The civilians and foreigners who managed to take refuge immediately get inside the helicopters once they landed, assisted by Embassy security, while the Marine and the MSTF unit take defensive positions. The CH-46s were quickly loaded within a few minutes, with civilians, wounded or healthy, on board. Immediately as soon as the last man was inside, the helicopters take off, heading towards the LHD as fast as they could.

The ambassador watched the entire scene from the entrance, and had a brief sigh or relief, as she knew that a part of the people taking shelter were evacuated. But there was one disturbing thing that they had realized.

The ambassador's radio cracked again, it was from an assistant inside her office, watching a live broadcast. "Ma'am, you need to see this immediately." She quickly heads up to her office while Marines took her place, telling the mob to stay back and try to reason out with them. When she got there, she was in a huge surprise

"My god.." watching the live broadcast, the staff sees a lone Esgonian soldier, tied up and gagged, and paraded around by the mob. The soldier was from a Peacekeeping unit who was supposed to be stationed outside the Unionist Embassy before his vehicle was destroyed by the mob, and was unfortunately dragged by then. She asked an MSTF Operative if the LHD could perform a SAR mission at their perimeter, to which he says it was 'not possible at this time.', "The situation beyond the perimeter of the embassy as we speak is worse, and the fact that he is in the crowd would make the mission even harder for us. There is even a chance that our helicopters could get shot down if we head there."

With not choice, she decides to contact the nearby embassies near Soraught; Portean, Equatorian, Urranese, even embassies from Bogt were contacted to see if they could assist. For now their main focus was the safety of everyone inside the embassy compound.

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Somewhere in Soraught, Donner Land
635 Hours

How in the fuck did it end up like this
The lone soldier thought to himself as he was led around by a group of protesters, with a blindfold over his eyes and his hands being bounded by one of them. He had no idea on where they would take him, and would not want to know about it. He also knew that there was little to no chance that the Esgonian embassy could be able to mount a rescue at this time, given the chaos outside as he recalls how his vehicle was trashed and burned by the protesters and seeing corpses and burning objects around him prior to getting blindfolded, he could even smell the scent of death and smoldering materials in the air, combined with the odor from the protesters.

He could also try to fight off the Donnish or at least taunt them to show deterrence, but it would only result in death. He could just only hope that someone could rescue him before something horrible could happen to him.

[Urran]

Donnish Coast, Soraught Inbound

Kenshin's helicopter was already inbound to Soraught when the news was received. His helmet mounted headset crackled to life and the entire crew was in on the message from the "mothership".

"Heaven's Mercy, this is Mothership, Copy?"

Oh, what now? Kenshin thought to himself. He was aware that the situation was going from bad to worse all over the country, he had been assigned to find trouble spots and assist foreign militaries in evacuation processes once over Soraught, but now he had an atual assignment, or at least he thought that he did. "Heaven's Mercy, we read you, over." Kenshin replied, trying his best not to sound too upset by this.

"We have received request from the Esgonian Embassy. They have a soldier in the hands of a Donnish mob in need of immediate extract. Sending details now."

Kenshin and his copilot looked at the center screen of the digital glass cockpit. All three of the touch screens were multifunction, but it was the central one that was typically used to display mission data, the left aircraft health, management, and environmental information, and the right was mostly used for maps, though all three could be used for any of these.

The copilot pressed the color screen in a few places, bringing up a map showing the last known location of the embattled soldier, as well as a video from the mob, which was displayed in the upper left-hand corner of the screen.

Sweet Jesus. thought Kenshin to himself, staring at the screen with a concerned visage. His copilot actually said it and they looked at each other momentarily, hen back to the graphic images being displayed before them. The rest of the crew stared grim-faced over the backs of the pilot's seats.

"Mothership, we are inbound." stated the (nameless for now) copilot as he fed the last known coordinates into the navigation computer. The helicopter began decreasing its altitude and increasing its speed as it made landfall. It was 0647, the sky was beginning to grey with the dawn. The helicopter was of a similar color, it had a decreased acoustic, thermal, and radar signature. It was flying very low now, very fast, and with only three small lights on it's body and tail, dim green ones. They were going full stealth mode.

"Heaven's Mercy, be advised, the situation is considered critical, expect heavy resistance. God's Wrath is inbound behind you to offer fire support." God's Wrath was the code name for one of the AH64E's carried by URS Nishigahara. While Urran had not wanted to deploy what is considered by many to be a power projection/full military force tool, it was deemed necessary given the situation to send in an attack helicopter to assist in the rescue. The dedicated rescue helicopters were already being deployed across Donner Land to support other evacuation efforts, leaving Heaven's Mercy without any support other than it's own two 7.62mm machine guns mounted on either door.

"We acknowledge Mothership." Kenshin replied. "Heaven's Mercy, over and out." He then pressed another few buttons on the smooth glass screen nearest to him and began broadcasting on the channel that the Esgonians had been sending out communications on. "This is Urranese helicopter Heaven's Mercy broadcasting on an emergency signal. We are inbound to Soraught. Confirm last known location of captive soldier, over?" He spoke in Urranese, which was a bit of a mix between Japanese and Mandarin, still, Urranese usually communicated with Porteans and Esgonians quite easily as the Japanese was the dominate part of the language. It was similar to how one speaking Spanish and another speaking Portuguese could understand one another.

This is why Kenshin had joined the UAF, to save people. No one on board wanted to see the Donnish mob chewed to bits by machine guns or the attack helicopter's 30mm cannon, but they were willing to resort to that if they had to. In all honesty, Kenshin was silently praying that the Unryu (Urranese name for the Apache) would scare the wits out of the crowd and that they would surrender the Esgonian soldier without a fight. Still, these situations were usually guaranteed to get a bit dicey. He looked to the cross that was dangling from the ceiling between the two pilots. God, be with us. he prayed internally. ETA was 15 minutes.

[Die Erworbenen Namen]

Anzio Embassy, Donner Land

The woman was walking slowly into the crowd when the soldiers at the end of the gate stopped her and the rest of the crowd. She panicked, thinking the soldiers had stopped her because of the vest. In reality, he was stopping them to slow down the funnel of people. But she didn't know that. There was no way to. So, she pulled out a detonator, and took a run for it. The soldiers freaked instantly.

"Ma'am? Ma- GET FUCKING DOWN! SHES GONNA BLOW!" A corporal in 1st squad roared, and lifted up his rifle as fast as he could. It was almost too late, and she detonated her vest as he let off two rounds into the air. Surrounded by civilians and some soldiers, the blast filled the bodies with shrapnel and explosives, tearing the poor people apart and tossing them into the air. The corporal was filled with shrapnel, and was tossed to the side by the blast. Where the crowd was, there was a blast mark, and dozens of dead bodies, including three soldiers. The wounded was just as many, with dozens on the ground screaming in pain.

"Close the gate! Get the wounded in and close the gate!" Lieutenant Markov shouted as loud as he could, dragging an SS soldier from the blast and into the embassy. The civilians inside panicked almost instantly, forcing the soldiers to try to contain them. It was almost useless. "MEDIC! Get those wounded back!"

As confusing as it was, however, they managed to get the dozens of dead and wounded back into the embassy and close the gates, leaving a small crowd outside the embassy slamming into the doors as they closed, blocking them out. But they had to, only to keep the rest of them safe.

"1st Platoon! Get to the gate! 1st squad, watch the gate now! Line up! 2nd Squad, tend to the wounded! MEDICS!" Markov shouted once again, waving his arm in the air as the soldiers lined up at the gate. 2nd squad was just dragging the bodies into the courtyard of the embassy, and brought the dead bodies up to the side, and placed the wounded in the middle. Three soldiers, one SS and two regulars, were dead, and four more were wounded.

"Comrade Lieutenant! Report!" Commissar Utkin was running towards the platoon as soon as he heard the blast, and stopped just at his side. He was a large man, but kneeling down he was just the same height as everyone else there. "What in the Emperor's name happened?"

"Comrade Commissar, sir! Someone suicide bombed us, sir. We're trying to get the wounded taken care of right now." Markov replied, looking at the Commissar from across the pile of bodies. "Sergeant Genov! Give me a count!"

"Three dead, four wounded for us, fifteen dead, twenty wounded for the civilians, sir." Boris Genov replied, looking at the LT and moving a medic over to one of the more critically wounded. "We've got five more fatalities at least if we don't get more medical aide to them."

"Bring the wounded into the Stronghold. Strip the dead of ammo and weapons, and put them to the side. If worse comes to worse..." Utkin didn't finish his sentence, but nodded at the soldiers. "Don't let anyone in. Hold this gate at all costs."

[The United Remnants of America]

Agent Abbas Merzhad

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Bögt, Donner Land

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12/5/2015 - 09:36

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The walk was cold and bitter, and Abbas' fingers were starting to get stiff in the cold. He should've remembered to bring some damn gloves. He kept his head low, covered in his scarf and hidden from passersby with his hat pulled low. When he'd started out in his walk, it was fairly early and not that many people were in his part of the city, but as he neared the portion of the city that contained the embassies, and as the morning wore on, more and more people were out and about. It was still fairly calm as he walked along, but there were instances where Abbas tried to steer clear.

Some shop that was presumably owned by a minority of foreigner had a brick thrown threw it by a group of angry Donnish. Abbas made sure to stay on the opposite side of the street as that took place, planning to stay as inconspicuous as possible in case he was noticed. Maybe if he was seen, he'd just be discounted as a Ulianish trying to get to work in the cold weather, rather than a Remnant-Azulnish Marshal trying to sneak out of the country.

"Hey, man, where ya goin'?"

Abbas' heart jumped. He was paying so much attention to staying low, he didn't notice he'd walked within a few feet of an Ulianish standing on a street corner. Abbas shrugged and kept going, trying to mind his own business.

The Ulianish moved in front of Abbas and crossed his arms, "Hey, I'm talkin' to you. You deaf, buddy?"

Abbas stopped, but kept his eyes low. He glanced around quickly; the street was mostly empty except for this guy and Abbas. The Ulianish took a step closer to Abbas and Abbas looked up at him. The guy was bigger than Abbas was, but that didn't much matter. Abbas shrugged and shook his head, "Nah, not deaf. Just trying to get to work, y'know?"

The man's eyes squinted as he studied Abbas, as if he was trying to decide whether to pursue bothering this stranger or not. After a couple seconds, the man shrugged and stepped back to leaning against the corner, "Yeah, I feel ya. Stay safe out there, man. Watch out for Ehgtuians."

Abbas just nodded and started walking. He gave a nervous-sounding chuckle, "Yeah, I'll try to, haha." Abbas shoved his stiff hands into the pockets of his pants and kept walking, his left hand rubbing against the holster of his pistol, giving him a reassuring feeling as he walked these increasingly dangerous streets.

Only a dozen or so blocks until he got to that Namenian embassy.

[Union Of Autocratic Empires]

Bögt, Vanquarian-Donnish War memorial.

The car sped through the streets until it reached the memorial, point at which the vehicle stopped and its driver, Kaisarine Sigbritt, springed out of the car barelyt giving it time to lose momentum, sprinting towards one of the mobs that were all over the city. Her companions needed a few seconds to get out of the car and try to keep up with her.

"Is this normal?", asked the young Portean woman. She hadn't been so much time on the Valkyrian Guard as to get a taste of the Kaisarine's personality, so maybe she should get used to this.

"Not really", answered Aelia. If at all, this is everything but normal, thought her veteran comrade. She suddenly noticed her superior had drawn her gun, which prompted her - and her partner - to draw theirs. "But whatever it is, it's serious."

They approached the mob that was cheering and, apparently, beating someone up, when Sigbritt fired two in their general direction, prompting three of the thugs to fall down. The rest of the group, made up of anywhere from thirteen to seventeen Ulianish, turned to them, and one of them raised a blood stained wrench in an attempt to kill the Liyomesse, but he was inmediately put down by a precise shot to the forehead, prompting him to fall to the floor with a loud thud.

"Alright, scum, I'm giving you fifteen seconds to go away", said Sigbritt in a cold yet filled with anger tone, in a somewhat formal Donnish. "If you do not leave, your beloved soil will drink from your blood today." As she said this, the other two valkyrias caught up to her and trained their rifles on the crowd after switching to full auto.

Makuhide had no idea about what was going on. They were supposed to go to the embassy in case on emergency; why would they stop all of sudden to shoot at a bunch of demonstrators? She noticed some of them were wearing improvised weapons covered in blood, so maybe they had trapped an unfortunate VIP. Who was so important as to justify the intervention of the Kaisarine of teh Union herself, though? She wanted to find out, so she looked at the feet of the crowd, right behind them. In the floor, behind the crowd, laid what seemed to be a person on the left side of his - or her - body in the snow, and what seemed to b a pool of blood. She was tall, so she probably was a Liyomesse; this conclussion was backed by the pale skin color and blonde hair of the individual. Probably nobility, considering she was wearing a silk dress that, while covered in blood, was pretty obviously white. It was a slightly revealing outfit, but covered the body pretty well with some smartly placed hanging parts.

She was barefoot, too.

This was when the revelation hit her like a rock.

"Chikushō", she muttered in her native Japanese. "They got-"

"I've noticed.", interrupted Aelia, still pointing at the Ulianish. She didn't sound to happy about the discovery, either.

During what seemed to be an eternity, both groups exchanged looks filled with hate and loathing, no one knowing who would throw the first attack. The silent was only broken by the wind, distant gunfire, and the moaning of the individuals the Kaisarine had hit - the badly beaten Princess Historia was completely silent, though.

Finally, the Donnish decided they had done enough and picked up their injured and the corpse of their friend and retired. As they walked awway from the Kaisarine's daughter, her mother and bodyguards put themselves between her inmobile body and her tormentors. They still pointed at the crowd until they disappeared, point at which Sigbirtt holstered her weapon and dropped to her knees, her expression of worry turning into full blown terror as she put her hand on her shoulders in desperation.

"Historia?! Sweetheart, can you hear me?! Please talk to me!"

The Princess, noticing someone by her side, but not identifying who, asnwered by covering her head and body with her arms and a leg - the other one had been rendered useless. "P-please, no more." she wimpered in pain. "I-I don't want to die." The relief her mother could have gained from hearing her voice inmediately disappeared when she heard her words.

"Historia, sweetey, it's me! It's mom!" she tried to comfort her. Tears were starting to roll down her cheeks as Aelia turned to bring the car closer.

"...mom?"

"Yes, mom. I'm here now."

After recognizing her mother's voice, the princess started crying and rolled on her back to see her better, but it was for naught; all she could see was a blurry mark. "It hurts so much, mom. It hurts so much..."

"I know sweetheart, I know.", she said as she held her hand. Now she could get a look at her injuries, and they were frankly horrifying. She had gotten a serious hit to the left side of the forehead, serious enough as to damage the eye and - judging by how she was looking through her instead of to her - damaging her vision overall. She was covered in bruises, and her left leg was hanging lifeless. A small thread of blood ran down her mouth; this, combined with the fact breathing obviously hurt her, made her think she had a punctured lung, she worried she had gotten her lungs punctured. Fortunately (?), she found out she had lost several teeth.

She was regretting not having killed those fuckers when she had the chance.

Mewanwhile, Aelia approximated on the car and opened the backdoor. "Alright, His", she said calmly as she put her hand on her face and wiped her tears with her free hand. "Now we are going to take you somewhere safe so they can heal you, okay? To do that, we need to lift you. It's going to hurt, so I need you to be strong. Don't worry, we won't do anything until you tell us." She signaled Makuhide, and she nodded, going to grab her legs when told. They all knew the ideal would be leaving her in place and call an ambulance, but they all knew help would never come - not for them, anyways. After almost a minute of silence, Historia spoke up. "...now." As she said this, they lifted her from her limbs and put her on the back of the car, all the shile she fought back screaming in agony. After putting her in the car, head resting over Aelia's lap - who would sit back with her -, the Kaisarine held her hand. "Well done, His. You are a very strong woman. Don't worry, you will be fine in no time. I promise." she turned to leave, but the Princess desperately grabbed her, bloodying her clothes. "No! Don't leave me again!", she yelled in anguish. The Kaisarine kneeled down and put the princess' hands on her face. "I'm not going anywhere, love. I'm just going to drive us to a safe place. I'm going to be with you all alone, as will Aelia and Makuhide. Right girls?"

"Yes." "Of course!", the women answered. The princess relaxed her grip and her mother kissed her on her hand. "You are doing great, my love."

After finally getting behind the car's wheel, her expression turned bitter. "What is the closest embassy? I don't care if I have to run over thousands of those fuckers."

"Pacifican", answered Aelia in the backseat, trying to cal the badly beaten princess. "Don't even doubt it."

[Congreveopia]

Congreveopian Embassy, Bögt, Hellbenders Squad:

“ANYONE ENTERING THE GROUNDS OF THE CONGREVEOPIAN EMBASSY ILLEGALLY MAY BE FIRED UPON.”

Sharon looked out the open window at the wall and the inner gate as the LRADs blared out their warning message. It looked like most of the protesters were probably going to try and go through the gate rather than over the wall. That wasn’t ideal. It would take them longer, but once they got through, all of them would get through.

“What are the specs on those gates?” asked Sharon.

“No, I don’t know how long it will take them to knock one down,” said Nexus. “And that’s the question you wanted to ask. The gates are incredibly strong, but never underestimate a human’s knack for finding ways to break things.”

“THE EMBASSY GUARDS ARE ARMED WITH LETHAL WEAPONS AND HAVE ORDERS TO FIRE UPON INTRUDERS.”

A hand grabbed the top of the wall, then an arm was up. One of the water cannons re-angled and the person slipped off into the crowd.

“You know, that flag was flying proudly beside the Congreveopian one above this embassy as little as a week ago,” said the ambassador as a protester managed to make it onto the wall and unfurled the Donnish flag.

“Do you want me to shoot this one as an example?” radioed Porter from the roof.

“Nah, just knock the idiot down,” replied Sharon. A water cannon swiveled and the man went over backwards into the crowd behind him, which hopefully caught him. “No sense making a martyr of one of them unless we have to.”

In the time it had taken the cannon to bring down that one man, though, three more were already on the wall and one had dropped to the other side. Sharon heard the triple crack of a three-round burst from the roof, and the person fell. “And so it begins,” she muttered.

“THE CONGREVEOPIAN EMBASSY HAS BEEN ADVISED THAT EMERGENCY MEDICAL SERVICES ARE CURRENTLY OVERLOADED. NORMAL INJURIES MAY PROVE FATAL WITH DELAYED CARE.”

Sharon lined up her sights on a man who had just jumped the wall, no, a boy, couldn’t be more than eighteen. She hesitated. There was a crack to her left and the boy fell. She felt simultaneously annoyed with herself and relieved. She had hesitated. In the Platinum Soldiers that could mean death, but she hadn’t had to kill the boy.

Then again, someone else had. It could even be one of the embassy security people who had probably never killed before in their lives. Probably hadn’t even opened the embassy cache of lethal ammunition ever outside of drills. The annoyance faded to guilt.

“Are you going to shoot everyone once they break down the gates?” asked the ambassador.

“No,” said Sharon “It would be a bloodbath, and we couldn’t stop them anyways. If it comes to that, we’ll hope the lobby, hallway, and stairwell doors will last long enough for the helicopters to get everyone out.”

“And if they don’t?”

“Then at least we saved as many people as we could.”

“ANYONE UPON EMBASSY GROUND IS SUBJECT TO CONGREVEOPIAN LAW, AND CONGREVEOPIAN LAW ENFORCEMENT ACTIONS.”

[Western Pacific Territories]

Bögt, Donner Land.
0447 Hours, May 12th, 2015.
Cpt. Price

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Shortly afterwards, Cpt. Price and the squad along with the security there had gotten the order to open the gates, and mow down any Donnish on sight, regardless of what they were doing. He really felt, along with most of the others, that the Donnish had really earned it at this point. When the gates opened, there was a large crowd outside. Without hesitation, they fired into the ground, mowing down the mob.

A few minutes, it was over. The mob had, once again, been repulsed, and once again, a pile of dead bodies now lay on the street. Meanwhile, a sniper on the radio saw a car moving at high speed down a nearby road. The sniper reported "Captain Price, we have a vehicle burning rubber down the road, keep yourselves on alert, and get away from the gates." Cpt. Price responded "Copy that."

[Esgonia]

Esgonian Embassy, Soraught, Donner Land
637 Hours

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While the Embassy staff have been assessing the remaining civilians waiting to be evacuated, the security staff had received a call from an Urranese unit, the staff could not make up some of the words of the Urranese, except for the words that sounded like Japanese, upon hearing it, realizing that they were an Urranese rescue requesting to assist on the rescue and retrieval of the Esgonian soldier captured by the Donnish protesters and paraded around,.

with a sigh of relief, the leader of the Embassy Security Staff, "Lead", was about to respond, but one thing that they can't identify clearly, was the exact location of the target, so he had to rely on news reports and the very limited information they had to correctly locate him. From what they had seen in the news broadcast. His tracking beacon was not working, and no IR strobe was found; the protesters have probably destroyed them when they beat him up. When he looked at the news feed again, he noticed that the soldier was behind a large group of people, and the location seemed to be in a large area, so his best guess was either the city center, or somewhere near the city center, same went his colleagues. They was not sure about it, but they decide to go ahead of it. Trusting his guts, he contacts the Urranese unit, speaking in Japanese.

"This is the Esgonian Embassy, be advised, we have not confirmed the location of the captive soldier as his tracking unit's dead; Our sources indicate that he's in the city center, or around the area, over."

After transmitting the signal, the staff hoped that they were right, else they would be responsible should the Urranese encounter any hazardous situation.

[Urran]

Soraught, Donner Land 0652

Heaven's Mercy, now followed by an AH64E moved quickly over the city, hugging the buildings and tree line. In side, the displays tracked the flight's progress towards the city center. That was the last known location of the captured soldier. He had been captured there by a large mob. Kenshin just had to find said mob, easy, right?

"Keep a sharp eye!" Kenshin yelled over the noise of the chopper blades, the doors had slid open and the two gunners were manning their M240 machine guns and looking out over the city. They had no idea what type of weapons the mobs had captured or even if certain members of the police or military were in on these riots. Luckily, HH60W's were fast and quiet as far as helicopters went. Unfortunately, it had an AH64 with it, which was considerably louder.

One thing at a time Kenshin. One thing at a time. Just find him and hold this chopper steady until Himura gets him, then off we go. Kenshin thought to himself. No one aboard was in this to kill Donnish civilians, hoping that the attack helicopter would scare the mob into giving the solider up, but they were prepared to fire into the crowd to get him back if they had to.

The choppers whizzed over the streets, frightfully low. They were hoping to achieve surprise. They continued to close on the city center, ETA, three minutes.