Kaizerxisiv-Torassia War (IC, MT)

by **Kaizerxisiv** » Thu Nov 17, 2011 9:11 pm

From Temporary Leader Annika Sokov of the United Socialist States of Kaizerxisiv

"The USSK has been attacked by an unknown group of terrorists, and thirty-six citizens have been killed in the heinous act. Further, acting Premier Iakova Volkhov has been captured and his status is unknown. Two gunmen have been captured, and interrogations are under way. We will update the international community on the situation as updates are made apparent.

Thank you, and may the Gods protect us."

by **Torassia** » Thu Nov 17, 2011 9:25 pm

From the desk of President Julian Stanwick IV,

"Greetings Heathens,

We of The Holy Confederacy of Torassia take responsibility for this act, and promise there being more to come. If you need to know why, then you need only research your historical archives. Your Premier is safe, for now, but we will educate him on the wrongs of your nation, and, if he's compliant, we will send him back unharmed.

Signed,

Julian Stanwick IV"

by **Talath Romina** » Thu Nov 17, 2011 10:07 pm

"His Royal Majesty is most disturbed to hear of the slaughter of innocents within the land of Kaizerxisiv. Political, religious, and indeed racial differences aside, all sentient beings are brothers in the eyes of the Gods. If there is anything the government of Talath Romina can do to help in this dark hour, know that you need only ask."

-Lord Galen Belegam,
On behalf of His Royal Highness Finan III Sirrond, King of Talath Romina

by **Kauvara** » Thu Nov 17, 2011 10:21 pm

FIELDS OF MARS, PALACE OF THE FOX
CITY OF VULPES, IMPERIUM OF KAUVARA
16:32 HOURS

It was a cold afternoon as the Emperor of Kauvara, Aleksandr Or'yan, approached the podium to thunderous applause. "It saddens us greatly that this attack has occurred. We stand for justice across the world. As such, we are currently under DEFCON 3, and are undergoing talks with Kaiserxisiv. We offer them our support, should they require it." The crowd cheered as the Emperor walked back inside, approaching one of his generals. "Norvenus, get 'Scipio' ready to move on a moment's notice. If Kaiserxisiv wants help, we will step in.

SAFEHOUSE "SCIPIO"
UNKNOWN LOCATION, KASIERXISIV
TIME CLASSIFIED TO AVOID TRACKING

Captain Gavenson of the Imperial Kauvaran Special Forces sat back against the wall in the apartment, deep with Kaiserxisiv. The moon pierced the shades of the apartment used as the safehouse for his IKSF Cell. Sydney Dunn, the squad's sniper, sat against the wall, checking her sights. Richard Letkov, the engineer, and Sarah McGran, the heavy weapons expert, were playing cards. McGran threw down her hand. "Flush, little man!" she called out triumphantly. "Dammit, Sara, how do you always manage to beat me?" Suddenly, the terminal in the room burst to life.

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FROM: IKSF Command
TO: REDACTED
SUBJECT: BELLUM
ENCRYPTION: VERY HIGH

Kaiserxisiv attacked
Culprits unknown
Interrogations pending
Stand by for possible mobilization
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"You heard it, ladies and gentlemen! Be on prep! Warm up the helicopter outside! We're to be on constant readiness!" Gavenson called out.

by **Kaizerxisiv** » Thu Nov 17, 2011 10:40 pm

Talath Romina wrote:"His Royal Majesty is most disturbed to hear of the slaughter of innocents within the land of Kaizerxisiv. Political, religious, and indeed racial differences aside, all sentient beings are brothers in the eyes of the Gods. If there is anything the government of Talath Romina can do to help in this dark hour, know that you need only ask."

-Lord Galen Belegam,
On behalf of His Royal Highness Finan III Sirrond, King of Talath Romina

"Ma'am," said a member of the Intelligence Agency, "we've received word from the King of Talath Romina, asking what his nation can do for us at this time.

Annika raised her head from her hands, looking thoughtful.

"Tell them we have no idea what to do ourselves, right now. Our Premier has been captured by the Torassians, they killed our citizens, and if we make any obvious military movements they might do worse. Send a message to the King asking if he would be willing to participate in combat against the Torassians if the need arises.."

Another member of the IA stood up from his seat.

"Madame Speaker, might I propose that we mobilize the Special Forces? Remember, we do have the ability to locate him, unless they smash his wrist watch..."

"Yes.. Yes of course. Ready a craft from each of the three main bases, put them on high alert and track that watch." she said with finality.

by **Kaizerxisiv** » Thu Nov 17, 2011 10:51 pm

Kauvara wrote:FIELDS OF MARS, PALACE OF THE FOX
CITY OF VULPES, IMPERIUM OF KAUVARA
16:32 HOURS

It was a cold afternoon as the Emperor of Kauvara, Aleksandr Or'yan, approached the podium to thunderous applause. "It saddens us greatly that this attack has occurred. We stand for justice across the world. As such, we are currently under DEFCON 3, and are undergoing talks with Kaiserxisiv. We offer them our support, should they require it." The crowd cheered as the Emperor walked back inside, approaching one of his generals. "Norvenus, get 'Scipio' ready to move on a moment's notice. If Kaiserxisiv wants help, we will step in.

SAFEHOUSE "SCIPIO"
UNKNOWN LOCATION, KASIERXISIV
TIME CLASSIFIED TO AVOID TRACKING

Captain Gavenson of the Imperial Kauvaran Special Forces sat back against the wall in the apartment, deep with Kaiserxisiv. The moon pierced the shades of the apartment used as the safehouse for his IKSF Cell. Sydney Dunn, the squad's sniper, sat against the wall, checking her sights. Richard Letkov, the engineer, and Sarah McGran, the heavy weapons expert, were playing cards. McGran threw down her hand. "Flush, little man!" she called out triumphantly. "Dammit, Sara, how do you always manage to beat me?" Suddenly, the terminal in the room burst to life.

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FROM: IKSF Command
TO: REDACTED
SUBJECT: BELLUM
ENCRYPTION: VERY HIGH

Kaiserxisiv attacked
Culprits unknown
Interrogations pending
Stand by for possible mobilization
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"You heard it, ladies and gentlemen! Be on prep! Warm up the helicopter outside! We're to be on constant readiness!" Gavenson called out.

"We've also received word that the the Emperor of Kauvara is at DEFCON 3, awaiting say from our end."

Annika grunted and nodded. "Tell them the same thing we told the others; stay on standby until we know exactly where he is."

by **Torassia** » Thu Nov 17, 2011 11:16 pm

The President sat in his seat, feet up on the desk with a cigar in his mouth, acrid smoke filling the room.

"Mr. President, we have the enemy heathen in custody. He's at Base Six." said a younger woman, a presidential aid.

"Lord, why did they stop so far out that way?" The president asked gruffly. His aid simply held out a rather boxy looking satellite phone.

"Bartholomew, ya crazy bastard, why are you all the way out there?" he demanded in a good-mannered way.

"Further away from those heathen scoundrels the better, right Mr. President? Not to mention we have some good visibility in case of enemy aircraft."

"Yeah, I suppose that makes sense. I can't spare any other vehicles out that way, you realize. That'd be telegraphing the location."

"Of course, of course. You want to talk to the heathen, Mr. President?"

"Eh. Rough him up a little for me first, and put me on speaker phone."

The head of the Torassian soldier nodded, setting the phone down, and flicking the speakerphone setting. He turned around, looking at the Premier, who was tied to the chair, bound and gagged.

"You want me to undo the gag, Mr. President?"

"Of course, how else would I enjoy this moment otherwise?" he answered heartily.

Bartholomew undid the gag, looking at the Premier with obvious disdain, before throwing a punch at his stomach.

by **Kaizerxisiv** » Fri Nov 18, 2011 12:53 am

Torassia wrote:The President sat in his seat, feet up on the desk with a cigar in his mouth, acrid smoke filling the room.

"Mr. President, we have the enemy heathen in custody. He's at Base Six." said a younger woman, a presidential aid.

"Lord, why did they stop so far out that way?" The president asked gruffly. His aid simply held out a rather boxy looking satellite phone.

"Bartholomew, ya crazy bastard, why are you all the way out there?" he demanded in a good-mannered way.

"Further away from those heathen scoundrels the better, right Mr. President? Not to mention we have some good visibility in case of enemy aircraft."

"Yeah, I suppose that makes sense. I can't spare any other vehicles out that way, you realize. That'd be telegraphing the location."

"Of course, of course. You want to talk to the heathen, Mr. President?"

"Eh. Rough him up a little for me first, and put me on speaker phone."

The head of the Torassian soldier nodded, setting the phone down, and flicking the speakerphone setting. He turned around, looking at the Premier, who was tied to the chair, bound and gagged.

"You want me to undo the gag, Mr. President?"

"Of course, how else would I enjoy this moment otherwise?" he answered heartily.

Bartholomew undid the gag, looking at the Premier with obvious disdain, before throwing a punch at his stomach.

Once the gag was removed, Iakova opened his mouth to speak, but was forced to only yell out in pain. Coughing and groaning, he looked up at his attacker, gritting his teeth. He already had a bullet wound in his shoulder, and was almost certainly in for more of a beating than he was prepared for.

"What," Iakova began lowly, "the hell is going on? What did we do to you?" his voice cracking slightly.

Meanwhile, in Kyrsk, another aid rushed into the Situation Room with a file.

"Madame Speaker, madame speaker! We've tracked the location; if this reading is right, then we know he's in a wide open area, further East than we would have expected." he said, throwing the file down on the desk, opening it and pointing at the location on a map, as well as showing a satellite picture of the base.

"What?" Annika said, perking up slightly. "Further East? Why? Is there a tactical reason? Besides the obvious of making us fight harder to get to the location?"

The senior Intelligence Officer stood and walked over, taking a moment to analyze the map as the room fell silent.

"Air craft." He said finally. "They're expecting air craft. They apparently know our strategy of sending Special Forces in by air craft."

"What do you recommend then?" Annika said tensely.

"While I don't see any anti-air defense system at this base, there has to be a reason for this placement. I'd be willing wager that they have a missile system in the area, just waiting to shoot some of our people out of the sky. My recommendation is this; scour the area for, let's say, 12 kilometers around the base, and see if we can detect anything sketchy. Send the coordinates of the base to the nations who offered to help but tell them to maintain standby."

Annika signaled the aid immediately.

"What he said, do it. Now."

Also occurring at this time:

The two captured gunmen are strapped to metal chairs, tied back to back, while five members of the Special Police are beginning to rig up a car battery, some scalpels, metal rods, and small hammers.

"So.." an officer said, flexing his gloved hands, "Why don't you make this easier for all of us and just tell us everything. Or, if you want to cause me problems, we'll start with the interrogation field manual." He finished, holding up a rather thick and graphically detailed torture manual.

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To: Emperor Aleksandr Or'yan of Kauvara and Lord Galen Belegam of Talath Romina
From: USSK Strategic Intelligence Services
Encryption: Level 4

Message:

Enclosed are the coordinates of the location where Premier Iakova Volkhov is held. We request that your gracious nations maintain stand-by until further notice. We are thankful for your cooperation in this matter and will keep you informed on updates.

by **Lolzland3** » Fri Nov 18, 2011 1:18 am

Premire of the ussk, do you wish to gave help squashing the little whelps who did this?

by **Monahtan** » Fri Nov 18, 2011 3:50 am

"Civilians were killed, Sir," the uniformed man said. "We must intervene."

"I agree with Pyotr," the second man said. He didn't wear a uniform, but was well dressed regardless that the sleeves of his rich maroon shirt were rolled up to his elbows. "We have to help these people, Vad."

Lieutenant General Pyotr Evdokimov, the Director of Federal Intelligence and Minister of Defense Aleksandr Osipov sat in the two large leather chairs opposite the Premier. News of the horrendous attacks in Kaizerxisiv had reached The Republic and powerful men were lobbying the government to make a move.

"You promised no more wars, Alek," the Premier said slowly. He was staring down at a news report on his desk about the casualties and kidnapping that had taken place in Kaizerxisiv. "I agreed to raise your budget to protect our country. We cannot police the world."

Premier Vadim Mikhailov had been leader of The Republic for many years now, coming to power after the Second Revolution. He prided himself on not maintaining the same dated philosophy of leadership of those before him and although the nation still bore the marks of Communism, the ideology was far from it. Mikhailov led his people into a new era of freedom and prosperity and made his Ministers swear to uphold the same values. Since his time in power, the nation has grown considerably and foreign aide has become a top priority, but now he wonders if he may have gone too far allowing such things in the past.

"One battle group, Vad," Osipov said. "One battle group can maintain a huge presence and it'll let us flex our muscles a little."

"Has communication been opened with Kaizerxisiv?"

"Not yet," Osipov said in a hushed tone, dropping his gaze to the floor.

For the first time since the news report was laid on his desk, Mikhailov looked up at the two men seated in his office and shot them both an angry glare.

"Have I.A. draft a request for intervention. If they accept, we will send ONE battle group and no more. But let me make something very clear, Alek. We are no longer in the business of annihilation. Make sure Kaizerxisiv understands the battle group will be at their disposal to rescue their Premier. After that mission, we pull out. Understood?"

"Understood, Sir," The Minister spoke sharply. He rarely called his old friend "sir" anymore. They had been friends for longer than he could remember and served in both the Republican Army and the Federal Security Bureau together. They had an understanding deeper than any other minister in the government and as such, Osipov was granted a tremendous amount of leeway to do his job, given he knew his limits.

Government Communication

To: The United Socialist States of Kaizerxisiv
Fr: The Republic of Monahtan, Ministry of International Affairs
Re: Your Current Situation

Esteemed Government Leader,

The Republic of Monahtan is deeply saddened to hear of the troubling times your nation is going through. We sympathize with your position and our hearts go out to the families of the innocent people killed. We also extend our deepest regret that your Premier has been abducted.

The Republic wishes to extend our support to your great nation in the fight to preserve your nation identity and rescue your leader. With the blessing of those highest in The Republican Government, I have been authorized to extend you a conditional aide offer. The Republic would like to send the Seventh Battle Group of The Republican Navy, under the command of Commodore Sergei Lukin to assist you. Our fleet is equipped with the ability to launch attacks from the sea, the air, and the ground should the situation arise.

Please consider this offer. The Republic has no other motives other than seeing your nation prosper in the future. With your permission, I will have The Ministry of Defense dispatch the Seventh Battle Group immediately to a location you deem appropriate. Please be aware, the fleet is large and slow to move and may take several days to move into position. We are capable of sending advanced fighter squadrons ahead to assist you and your allies with any current operations.

Thank you for your time.

Alik Federov
Minister of International Affairs
The Republic of Monahtan

by **Kaizerxisiv** » Fri Nov 18, 2011 4:41 am

Monahtan wrote:"Civilians were killed, Sir," the uniformed man said. "We must intervene."

"I agree with Pyotr," the second man said. He didn't wear a uniform, but was well dressed regardless that the sleeves of his rich maroon shirt were rolled up to his elbows. "We have to help these people, Vad."

Lieutenant General Pyotr Evdokimov, the Director of Federal Intelligence and Minister of Defense Aleksandr Osipov sat in the two large leather chairs opposite the Premier. News of the horrendous attacks in Kaizerxisiv had reached The Republic and powerful men were lobbying the government to make a move.

"You promised no more wars, Alek," the Premier said slowly. He was staring down at a news report on his desk about the casualties and kidnapping that had taken place in Kaizerxisiv. "I agreed to raise your budget to protect our country. We cannot police the world."

Premier Vadim Mikhailov had been leader of The Republic for many years now, coming to power after the Second Revolution. He prided himself on not maintaining the same dated philosophy of leadership of those before him and although the nation still bore the marks of Communism, the ideology was far from it. Mikhailov led his people into a new era of freedom and prosperity and made his Ministers swear to uphold the same values. Since his time in power, the nation has grown considerably and foreign aide has become a top priority, but now he wonders if he may have gone too far allowing such things in the past.

"One battle group, Vad," Osipov said. "One battle group can maintain a huge presence and it'll let us flex our muscles a little."

"Has communication been opened with Kaizerxisiv?"

"Not yet," Osipov said in a hushed tone, dropping his gaze to the floor.

For the first time since the news report was laid on his desk, Mikhailov looked up at the two men seated in his office and shot them both an angry glare.

"Have I.A. draft a request for intervention. If they accept, we will send ONE battle group and no more. But let me make something very clear, Alek. We are no longer in the business of annihilation. Make sure Kaizerxisiv understands the battle group will be at their disposal to rescue their Premier. After that mission, we pull out. Understood?"

"Understood, Sir," The Minister spoke sharply. He rarely called his old friend "sir" anymore. They had been friends for longer than he could remember and served in both the Republican Army and the Federal Security Bureau together. They had an understanding deeper than any other minister in the government and as such, Osipov was granted a tremendous amount of leeway to do his job, given he knew his limits.

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Government Communication

To: The United Socialist States of Kaizerxisiv
Fr: The Republic of Monahtan, Ministry of International Affairs
Re: Your Current Situation

Esteemed Government Leader,

The Republic of Monahtan is deeply saddened to hear of the troubling times your nation is going through. We sympathize with your position and our hearts go out to the families of the innocent people killed. We also extend our deepest regret that your Premier has been abducted.

The Republic wishes to extend our support to your great nation in the fight to preserve your nation identity and rescue your leader. With the blessing of those highest in The Republican Government, I have been authorized to extend you a conditional aide offer. The Republic would like to send the Seventh Battle Group of The Republican Navy, under the command of Commodore Sergei Lukin to assist you. Our fleet is equipped with the ability to launch attacks from the sea, the air, and the ground should the situation arise.

Please consider this offer. The Republic has no other motives other than seeing your nation prosper in the future. With your permission, I will have The Ministry of Defense dispatch the Seventh Battle Group immediately to a location you deem appropriate. Please be aware, the fleet is large and slow to move and may take several days to move into position. We are capable of sending advanced fighter squadrons ahead to assist you and your allies with any current operations.

Thank you for your time.

Alik Federov
Minister of International Affairs
The Republic of Monahtan
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"Madame Speaker," called the tiring aid, rushing forward with the newest communication, "Another nation is offering military assistance."

Annika read the paper before handing it to the Senior Intelligence Officer, who nodded to himself.

"Tell them that they should begin moving their fleet to rendezvous with two of our Delta IV submarines and the "Zaria", off the Southern coast of Torassia, but keep 50 kilometers away. I would also recommend sending a message to all of our allies to prevent some sort of miscommunication; We don't want allies firing on allies because they didn't know the other was there. Also tell the Kayvarans and Talath Rominans to ready some small forces, preferably special purpose squads or the like, that way it doesn't seem like a terrible surprise to them that we're accepting their offers. Use Level 5 Encryption; we don't want the Torassians knowing they are slowly being surrounded."

Annika sent the aid away to do as ordered, turning to glare when Oleg continued, talking to her in specific.

"I would also make the suggestion to get the motors on the deployment vehicles running, for our own special forces. But don't stop there; after we secure the Premier, we should continue operations and crush the Torassian leadership. Sure, the Monahtan fleet will leave us once we get the Premier, but they can do enough damage before leaving. I suggest readying Armored Divisions 2, 6, 8, and 9. They're the ones that are closest to the boarder. Where are those satellite photos I asked for?"

"... I don't know, Advisor Chuikov, we're still waiting." Annika said finally.

"And the interrogations?"

"We've got our best men on the job."

From: USSK Strategic Intelligence Services
To: All Friendly Nations Involved
Encryption: Level 5

Message:

"We thank you all for your support during this terrible time. We feel it would be wise to inform all friendlies of our allies and make our military requests.

The Republic of Monathan is hereby requested to send it's Seventh Battle Group fleet 50 km from the Torassian shore, coordinates disclosed for one of their major port cities. Upon request, the fleet should move in range to initiate Torassian hostile navy vessels, and commence strategic missile strikes with support from two USSK Delta IV-class submarines and USSK Kuznetsov-class Air-and-Missile Carrier "Zaria".

The Imperium of Kauvara is requested to begin mobilization of Special Purpose Forces, but no clear zone of landing is established at this time.

The Kingdom of Talath Romina is likewise requested to mobilize Special Purpose Forces, with no clear zone of landing is established at this time.

We are mobilizing all USSK forces at this time."

Meanwhile:

"Gentlemen!" Called out Special Forces Commander Fedor Nikovich, "This is the moment we've been waiting for; it's high-risk, high-priority and could be the beginning of a war, or the defusing of an international incident. This is where we shine! Load up and get on board the deployment vehicles; we're to leave at a seconds notice!"

And:

"Rally around men," Tank Commander Nikolai Krajnik beckoned solemnly. "We are preparing to invade Torassia, it appears. We are to leave at any moment, and lead the ground forces in, spearheading the entire plan."

Also:

"Admiral Khrushchev, we've received word to position the "Zaria" and two Delta IVs 50 Km off the coast of Torassia and wait for support from another nations fleet."

"Well... fuck. Let's get to it then." He replied dejectedly.

by **Monahtan** » Fri Nov 18, 2011 12:28 pm

"Comrade Commodore, we have received a teletype from NICC," the young enlisted sailor stated, handing the much older, more experienced man a single sheet of paper.

Currently, the 27 ships of the Seventh Battle Group were a day out of the naval port city of Daft on the southeastern coast of The Republic. The fleet began its journey yesterday after its orders to commence training exercises were suspended. The first teletype they had gotten yesterday simply gave coordinates to start moving toward and the order to "stand-by for further." The further had arrived.

Commodore Sergei Lukin pulled the collar of his blue service uniform recalling the lengthy email he read last night from the Minister of Defense himself. It was rare the Minister sent orders directly and as such, Lukin knew the conflict he had been briefed about would soon erupt in violence from both sides. He was told to stand by should additional orders come in, and they had. Lukin was told before that should be receive those orders, his fleet would rendezvous with vessels from Kaizerxisiv. He glanced down at the pristine white paper and read the few lines it contained.

Code: Select all: -National Incident Command Center- -Republican Naval Command- >>43.165123,-24.708252 >>Move to position. >>Condition Yellow. >>Engage all enemies. Battle Group at full readiness. >>END.

"Thank you, Seaman," Lukin said, handing the document back to the young man. He turned to another man on the bridge of the RNS Askold, a man not much younger than himself. "The orders are in. We're going to war."

The second man, Captain Stanislav Spiridonov, was the Askold's commanding officer. It was a massive ship, but not a carrier. The Askold was a battlecruiser with enough firepower to sink a super carrier. The Battle Group did have a carrier sailing with it, but such a ship was slow and not suitable for the role of a command vessel.

"Understood, Sir. Once navigation plots the course, we'll move into position."

"Place the Naval Infantry and the Air Wing on full readiness. Arm the submarine's cruise missiles. We were ordered to keep fifty kilometers off, but that's more than close enough to launch attacks. Start sending up fighter flights to scout ahead and maintain air superiority above the Battle Group."

"At once, Comrade Commodore," Spiridonov agreed. He moved around the bridge like water rolling off a slick surface. His motions were fluid and practiced, like he had done this a million times before.

"Sir, navigation has plotted the course. We should arrive early tomorrow morning. We'll have the cover of night to protect our approach should they have any patrols out."

"If they do, we'll sink them," Lukin said, staring out the thick lexan windows of the Askold's bridge. "Captain, send a message to NICC. Have them contact the Kaizerxisivian (?) commander. They need to be aware we have troops in addition to air and sea forces, should they require them. I'm sure we aren't the only ally they have in this conflict and as such, we should be prepared to take on a support role as well as an offensive one."

"Yes, Sir."

The fleet had been sailing constant for several hours when the familiar sound of a supersonic jet flying overhead interrupted the Commodore's satellite phone call. "Yes, Admiral. I understand the importance of this operation. Rest assured, my Battle Group is ready."

Lukin let his head fall into the palm of his free hand and perched his elbows on the wooden desk in his office. The Republican Navy was known for small luxuries not afforded to other navies, such as spacious offices for command officers. "Understood, Sir. Goodbye."

Lukin placed the bulky phone down on the desk, sat back in his chair, and let out a long sigh. He could hear another jet approaching. A flight of Su-33 defensive fighters were sent up to protect the Battle Group while it moved, with the MiGs ready should all hell break lose.

He let his eyes fall to the large gold stripe and gold star on the cuff of his uniform. By most standards, he was overdressed to be effectively at war, but The Republic maintained a strict dress code for naval officers that must always be adhered to. Fleet personnel didn't wear camis or jumpsuits. The service uniform was uncomfortable and hot, but no one complained about it. It instilled a sense of pride and duty to those that wore it. Lukin remembered when he was promoted to Commodore and given his own Battle Group. He had been in the navy for 29 years and was offered promotion more than once, but always turned it down. The Askold had been his own ship; a ship he commanded for 11 years before finally taking a promotion at the plea of the NICC Commander. Now he had thousands of people under his command and was responsible for the well being of all of them.

He closed his eyes and let his mind wander for a few moments. He recalled being deployed to more conflicts than he could remember now, as the ribbons on his chest confirmed. He thought about the impending battle they would soon engage in and wondered if it had already began. He wondered if they would see the bombs exploded and the tracer rounds pierce the sky as they approached their position. Just because he had been to war many times before did not make this time any easier. With his eyes still closed, he silently prayed that all his soldiers, sailors, and airman would return home safely.

by **Torassia** » Fri Nov 18, 2011 1:44 pm

Julian laughed to himself boisterously as he heard Iakova's beating.

"What did you do, you ask? Bartholomew, get the map."

"Yes, Mr. President."

The soldier was handed a map, which he unfurled and held up for the prisoner. Torassia is labeled on the map as a territory of the Empire under Khazur, during the Dark Ages.

"This is part of the reason. Your people used to own us!" The President roared over the speaker.

---
Meanwhile, outside the base where Iakova is being kept:

A darker-skinned Gypsy man in the standard Presidential Security Team uniform is on a satellite phone, communicating with one of his fellow conspirators in the Torassian Worker's Party.

"Yes, ma'am. He's here. If we're going to do something we need to do it quickly. I imagine his homeland is going to be coming soon to get him."

"Very well," replied a woman's Arabic accented voice. "We're on our way; you know what to do."

"Yes, ma'am." replied the mole, ending the call.

---
Inside the interrogation room in Kaizerxisiv:

The bound gunmen look up at their captors, their eyes seemingly blank.

"You can torture us all you want, but you will get nothing from us." Said the first steadily. The second began to sing a hymn loudly, with the first joining in.

---
In a communications array, in Torassia:

"Sir, we've snagged a heavily encrypted message from the USSK." said one of the specialists whose sole duty was to intercept messages.

"Can you decrypt it?" Answered his commander.

"No, it's way too high up. Seems like a single-use code that you'd have to receive the key for."

"Well, that's just bloody great. Got any useful information?"

"There were three recipients." replied the Specialist in an irritated voice.

"...What? How do you know?"

"Because the message was sent three times, in three varying signal strengths. Meaning, the message was sent to three receivers."

"That is useful." replied the commander, pulling out his cell to call the President.

by **Kaizerxisiv** » Fri Nov 18, 2011 2:44 pm

Torassia wrote:Julian laughed to himself boisterously as he heard Iakova's beating.

"What did you do, you ask? Bartholomew, get the map."

"Yes, Mr. President."

The soldier was handed a map, which he unfurled and held up for the prisoner. Torassia is labeled on the map as a territory of the Empire under Khazur, during the Dark Ages.

"This is part of the reason. Your people used to own us!" The President roared over the speaker.

---
Meanwhile, outside the base where Iakova is being kept:

A darker-skinned Gypsy man in the standard Presidential Security Team uniform is on a satellite phone, communicating with one of his fellow conspirators in the Torassian Worker's Party.

"Yes, ma'am. He's here. If we're going to do something we need to do it quickly. I imagine his homeland is going to be coming soon to get him."

"Very well," replied a woman's Arabic accented voice. "We're on our way; you know what to do."

"Yes, ma'am." replied the mole, ending the call.

---
Inside the interrogation room in Kaizerxisiv:

The bound gunmen look up at their captors, their eyes seemingly blank.

"You can torture us all you want, but you will get nothing from us." Said the first steadily. The second began to sing a hymn loudly, with the first joining in.

---
In a communications array, in Torassia:

"Sir, we've snagged a heavily encrypted message from the USSK." said one of the specialists whose sole duty was to intercept messages.

"Can you decrypt it?" Answered his commander.

"No, it's way too high up. Seems like a single-use code that you'd have to receive the key for."

"Well, that's just bloody great. Got any useful information?"

"There were three recipients." replied the Specialist in an irritated voice.

"...What? How do you know?"

"Because the message was sent three times, in three varying signal strengths. Meaning, the message was sent to three receivers."

"That is useful." replied the commander, pulling out his cell to call the President.

Iakova looked up at the map, confusion plain on his face, which was slowly replaced with a bitter smirk.

"Are you serious right now? You, the President of Torassia in the year 2011, are pissed off about the actions of Emperor Khazur the First, in the year 1240?" Iakova began laughing, harder than was actually comfortable for him. "Mr. President, you are simply a sore loser and an idiot!"

---

"The Monahtans have forces that aren't limited to the sea and air." The communications aid stated, looking to Annika and the assorted Intelligence, Security, and Military advisers. The eyes in the room seemed to fall on Oleg Chuikov again. He looked thoughtful, placing a cigarette in his mouth.

"They only sent a fleet, so it's implied now that they have amphibious capabilities. That's really helpful. However, with what we have going on now, it should be a priority to establish naval and air superiority." he paused, only to light his cigarette. "I don't think the Torassians have a ground force strong enough to hold us back, with the way their government is divided as a confederacy. Shit, the leaders are always trying to kill each other to make it to the top. This is going to be a situation where we need to go around knocking off individual districts and hoping for the best. In other words, a complete and total disaster waiting to happen."

---
In the interrogation room, the prisoners are singing loudly, which the head interrogator is growing increasingly tired of.

"Alright, you psychotic little pricks! If this is how you want to play it, you had better hope your God can read your mind! Niko, hand me the pliers and a pair of shears. I'm going to cut their tongues out of their mouths."

Niko, another agent handed the tools to the first, standing idly with a small blowtorch to cauterize any wounds.

The first, Yuri, immediately gripped the prisoners tongue with the pliers, pulling it further out his mouth.

"Last chance! Tell us why your people attacked!"

by **Torassia** » Fri Nov 18, 2011 5:51 pm

The prisoners stopped singing as the interrogators armed themselves with implements of torture, gripping the tongue of the now-screaming prisoner with pliers.

"Y-you can't intimidate us! God watches over us! The Inquisition is coming! You and your kind are all doomed!" said the one who was able. "Your sodomite Premier is going to burn in Hell with the rest of your Heathen brethren! All hail Torassia! All glory to God!"

---

In the office of President Julian Stanwick IV:

"Yes, hello?" Julian answered in an annoyed manner, fumbling the phone slightly. He had hung up angrily when the Premier called him an idiot and had ordered the beating to continue.

"Mr. President, we think the Kaizerxisivian government is up to something; they've been sending messages to at least three outside receivers, and our Oceanic sensors have picked up some artificial vibrations we believe to be submarines."

"Oh, shit. Contact all of the Confederates and tell them we need everyone to be on high alert."

"Yes, sir."

"Oh, and commander, go ahead and call up that saboteur squad in the USSK for stage two."

"Right away, Mr. President." replied the commander, hanging up.

The president stood at his desk, refastening his pants, as he scowled down at the young female aid.

"Sorry, Laura, but I have some business to attend to."

---

In Kyrsk:

"Stage two? Excellent. We'll begin right away." replied Saboteur Agent Markus, hanging up and turning to his small team of three, all bomb experts.

"Stage two, eh?"

"Absolutely. Do we have the stuff?"

"Indeed. Four vials of anthrax. This'll put them down nicely."

"Good, good. What about the charges?"

"We're good to go. I've even built a couple secondary charges for the emergency crews or police or what not."

"We need to begin the set-up right now then."

---

In Base Six:

Bartholomew was resuming his beating of Iakova, taunting him with some of the observers.

"Don't bleed on me, I'm not interested in your damned diseases!" Bartholomew yelled.

"Beat that poof!" Cried one observer.

"Maybe we could get some sticks and make a sport of this, aye?" Joked another.

---

Outside:

The Gypsy spy plants a small C4 charge on the wall of the base, waiting for the signal from his comrades.

by **Kaizerxisiv** » Fri Nov 18, 2011 6:46 pm

50 Kilometers from Torassian shoreline:

Two USSK Delta IV submarines have arrived, scouting the area for naval vessels to destroy. Meanwhile, the carrier "Zaria" is arriving shortly, with four aircraft primed for launch.

On the border between Torassia and Kaizerxisiv:

The armored divisions are on full alert and poised to move into Torassia at a moments notice, while the ground forces are all on high alert.

In Base Six:

Iakova couldn't conceal his pain any longer, spitting blood from his mouth and shaking his bangs into his eyes to conceal the fact they were watering up.

"W-why are you doing this to us?" he asked weakly, hating the crack in his voice. "When they find you, I hope they torture you and kill you slowly!" he growled, trying to cover the weakness in his voice.

by **Monahtan** » Fri Nov 18, 2011 7:09 pm

Two Su-33 air defense jets streaked overhead above the Zaria, but made no aggressive actions. The rest of the Battle Group was only about five kilometers out and would arrive within the next few minutes.

"Roger, Sangria. Confirmed carrier siting," repeated a radio operator on the bridge of the RNS Iney, the Seventh's carrier. "Comrade Captain, the recon has identified an aircraft carrier approximately five kilometers ahead. She's flying the flag of Kaizerxisiv."

"Good," the captain of the carrier replied. "Send word to the Commodore."

Aboard the Askold, Commodore Lukin and Captain Spiridonov stood staring into the pitch black darkness ahead of them. They were standing on a small observation platform connected to the bridge making small talk about their wives when a young sailor stepped through the hatch to deliver the message.

"Pardon the interruption, Sir."

"What is it?" Lukin asked, blowing the smoke from his cigarette into the crisp night air.

"The Zaria has been spotted five kilometers ahead, Sir."

"Good news. Thank you," the Commodore said, taking a long drag of his cigarette as the sailor disappeared back to his duty.

"That means the two submarines are no doubt lurking beneath us. Our own subs should be picking something up..." Lukin said, trailing off.

"They haven't reported in."

"Then let's be thankful Kaizerxisiv is on our side or I have no doubt we'd be at the bottom of the sea right now," he said, flicking the butt of his cigarette overboard. "Go ahead and transmit a message. Let them know our fighters are airborne and will be establishing air superiority over all allied ships in the area."

"Yes, Sir," Spiridonov replied, stepping through the hatch to carry out his new orders.

by **Torassia** » Fri Nov 18, 2011 9:04 pm

Kaizerxisiv wrote:50 Kilometers from Torassian shoreline:

Two USSK Delta IV submarines have arrived, scouting the area for naval vessels to destroy. Meanwhile, the carrier "Zaria" is arriving shortly, with four aircraft primed for launch.

On the border between Torassia and Kaizerxisiv:

The armored divisions are on full alert and poised to move into Torassia at a moments notice, while the ground forces are all on high alert.

In Base Six:

Iakova couldn't conceal his pain any longer, spitting blood from his mouth and shaking his bangs into his eyes to conceal the fact they were watering up.

"W-why are you doing this to us?" he asked weakly, hating the crack in his voice. "When they find you, I hope they torture you and kill you slowly!" he growled, trying to cover the weakness in his voice.

In Base Six:
Bartholomew looked surprised for a second, looking at the observers before bursting into laughter.

"You're mouthy aren't you? Maybe some prisoners would like some time with such a princess as you." Bartholomew threatened with a mocking tone, a combination of fake scolding and terribly replicated Easten European accent. He delivered a kick to the side of the prisoners head, knocking the chair over causing the group burst into laughter again.

Outside:
The Mole, Andrzej began to get impatient, looking on the horizon for any sign of his comrades, blocking the C4 packet from view from any other members of the guard duty.

"God, where are they?"

Off the coast of Torassia:

Three small patrol ships, escorting a Torassian Destroyer began to head towards where the location where the submarines were estimated to be.

"Captain, we are due to arrive at the marker in seven minutes."

"Raise all alerts, we need to destroy those submarines if they're out here. Send the helicopters up to look from the air."

"Roger."

From the Destroyer, two small helicopters take flight, searching for the submarines.

---

In Commanding Executive Officer Oliver Jensen's office:

"I beg your pardon?" asked the aforementioned officer, in a disbelieving tone.

"We're in a bit of bind here, Oliver." Julian replied evenly. "If we don't unite all the Confederates right now, then our great nation will fall to these heathen communists!"

"Correction," retorted Oliver, pouring a glass of brandy. "Only your zone will fall, because no one else instigated an international incident." Oliver finished, sipping his drink, eyeing the President daringly.

"No!" Roared Julian, leaning over his compatriots desk. "I demand you follow my orders, or else we all die!"

"How do you figure?" Oliver replied, tilting his head. "The USSK has no reason to kill anyone but you."

"Odds are they don't know how our government works. We need to rally the Confederates!" Julian repeated. Oliver simply raised an eyebrow. Julian turned a violent shade of purple as he struggled to contain his rage.

"We, meaning you and me, will split their nation into two resource colonies..." Oliver countered, "Or else you don't have my help."

Julian ground his teeth. Oliver grinned.

"...Deal." Julian replied finally.

"Deal." Oliver replied. "This is what happens when the two richest men in the nation come together. We take out inferior people. I'll rally the others; God knows they always want to kill some one."

by **Kaizerxisiv** » Fri Nov 18, 2011 10:11 pm

Monahtan wrote:Two Su-33 air defense jets streaked overhead above the Zaria, but made no aggressive actions. The rest of the Battle Group was only about five kilometers out and would arrive within the next few minutes.

"Roger, Sangria. Confirmed carrier siting," repeated a radio operator on the bridge of the RNS Iney, the Seventh's carrier. "Comrade Captain, the recon has identified an aircraft carrier approximately five kilometers ahead. She's flying the flag of Kaizerxisiv."

"Good," the captain of the carrier replied. "Send word to the Commodore."

Aboard the Askold, Commodore Lukin and Captain Spiridonov stood staring into the pitch black darkness ahead of them. They were standing on a small observation platform connected to the bridge making small talk about their wives when a young sailor stepped through the hatch to deliver the message.

"Pardon the interruption, Sir."

"What is it?" Lukin asked, blowing the smoke from his cigarette into the crisp night air.

"The Zaria has been spotted five kilometers ahead, Sir."

"Good news. Thank you," the Commodore said, taking a long drag of his cigarette as the sailor disappeared back to his duty.

"That means the two submarines are no doubt lurking beneath us. Our own subs should be picking something up..." Lukin said, trailing off.

"They haven't reported in."

"Then let's be thankful Kaizerxisiv is on our side or I have no doubt we'd be at the bottom of the sea right now," he said, flicking the butt of his cigarette overboard. "Go ahead and transmit a message. Let them know our fighters are airborne and will be establishing air superiority over all allied ships in the area."

"Yes, Sir," Spiridonov replied, stepping through the hatch to carry out his new orders.

Aboard the Zaria:

"The SU-33s are friendlies; Monahtan fighters." Said a radar operator.

"Oh, lovely." replied the Admiral "Wait, they're using SU-33s?"

"Yes, sir."

"Hm. Make a note of recommendation to the government officials that after this is all over we donate a couple SU-35s to the Monahtans."

"Yes, sir. We're about to arrive at the marker."

"Excellent. Smooth seas, clear weather, and no ho-" began the Admiral dreamily.

"Unknowns to our North-West. Looks like a couple of helicopters in the sky, possibly sub-hunters. There are a few small patrol ships and a destroyer. Definitely not what the friendlies were supposed to send out. The Deltas are reporting that they are currently underneath the Monahtan carrier. Course of action, sir?"

"...stiles." Khrushchev finished with a heavy sigh. "Right, send the radar signals to the SU-33s, let them handle the helicopters, that should be like shooting fish in a barrel for them. We need to open up Missile Bay #1. Target the destroyer first, it's the only one that's a real threat. Ready countdown to launch."

"Yes, sir!"

---

"Adviser Chuikov, we have the satellite photos. There are two missile defense systems within range of the base."

"Good!" Chuikov replied, putting out the cigarette. "I suggest we send three fighters to deal with each. They know what to do. After that, send our Special Forces to the base."

"Adviser, the Zaria is reporting inevitable combat with a small fleet of Torassian ships, they've already began countdown to missile strike on the lead ship."

"Good, good. The Admiral knows his part. Contact the Monahtan fleet and tell them that they are cleared to begin air strikes into the Torassian Ports of Kingston and Esmeralda. Cripple those fleets, and then launch deeper air strikes to whatever tactical targets catch their eye."

---

The interrogator put pressure on the the shears, cutting into the prisoners tongue.

"Last chance! I'm sick of dealing with you!" he roared, putting enough pressure to cut the tongue off, regripping the bleeding remainder with the pliers as Niko moved into close the wound with the blow torch, filling the room with the smell of cooking human flesh. Yuri looked to the uninjured prisoner.

"You're next unless you answer the next question; what do you know about this whole thing. We can give you amnesty. We can pay you. We can make you a citizen or even send you to another country. But if you don't answer, I'll do this to you!" He yelled in his thick accent.

---

Iakova remained on the floor, his vision becoming blurry from the impact. He felt confused, fuzzy even. And intense pain. He sobbed quietly in a mixture of frustration, fear, and pain. He was starting to feel a sickening hopelessness, and was too disoriented to try to think positively. He felt his shoulder begin to bleed anew, and decided to just remain as still as possible. He was humiliated, to be sure, and resolved that if he survived, he wouldn't tell anyone about this particular detail.

---

Jet engines screamed as six aircraft raced to their targets, two SU-35s and four MiG-29Ms penetrating into Torassian territory, staying low and fast in order to approach their targets with the element of surprise. The six broke off into two attack-squads, one SU-35 flanked by two MiG-29Ms, going their separate ways to the missile defense structures.

by **Torassia** » Sat Nov 19, 2011 12:41 am

Kaizerxisiv wrote:
Monahtan wrote:Two Su-33 air defense jets streaked overhead above the Zaria, but made no aggressive actions. The rest of the Battle Group was only about five kilometers out and would arrive within the next few minutes.

"Roger, Sangria. Confirmed carrier siting," repeated a radio operator on the bridge of the RNS Iney, the Seventh's carrier. "Comrade Captain, the recon has identified an aircraft carrier approximately five kilometers ahead. She's flying the flag of Kaizerxisiv."

"Good," the captain of the carrier replied. "Send word to the Commodore."

Aboard the Askold, Commodore Lukin and Captain Spiridonov stood staring into the pitch black darkness ahead of them. They were standing on a small observation platform connected to the bridge making small talk about their wives when a young sailor stepped through the hatch to deliver the message.

"Pardon the interruption, Sir."

"What is it?" Lukin asked, blowing the smoke from his cigarette into the crisp night air.

"The Zaria has been spotted five kilometers ahead, Sir."

"Good news. Thank you," the Commodore said, taking a long drag of his cigarette as the sailor disappeared back to his duty.

"That means the two submarines are no doubt lurking beneath us. Our own subs should be picking something up..." Lukin said, trailing off.

"They haven't reported in."

"Then let's be thankful Kaizerxisiv is on our side or I have no doubt we'd be at the bottom of the sea right now," he said, flicking the butt of his cigarette overboard. "Go ahead and transmit a message. Let them know our fighters are airborne and will be establishing air superiority over all allied ships in the area."

"Yes, Sir," Spiridonov replied, stepping through the hatch to carry out his new orders.

Aboard the Zaria:

"The SU-33s are friendlies; Monahtan fighters." Said a radar operator.

"Oh, lovely." replied the Admiral "Wait, they're using SU-33s?"

"Yes, sir."

"Hm. Make a note of recommendation to the government officials that after this is all over we donate a couple SU-35s to the Monahtans."

"Yes, sir. We're about to arrive at the marker."

"Excellent. Smooth seas, clear weather, and no ho-" began the Admiral dreamily.

"Unknowns to our North-West. Looks like a couple of helicopters in the sky, possibly sub-hunters. There are a few small patrol ships and a destroyer. Definitely not what the friendlies were supposed to send out. The Deltas are reporting that they are currently underneath the Monahtan carrier. Course of action, sir?"

"...stiles." Khrushchev finished with a heavy sigh. "Right, send the radar signals to the SU-33s, let them handle the helicopters, that should be like shooting fish in a barrel for them. We need to open up Missile Bay #1. Target the destroyer first, it's the only one that's a real threat. Ready countdown to launch."

"Yes, sir!"

---

"Adviser Chuikov, we have the satellite photos. There are two missile defense systems within range of the base."

"Good!" Chuikov replied, putting out the cigarette. "I suggest we send three fighters to deal with each. They know what to do. After that, send our Special Forces to the base."

"Adviser, the Zaria is reporting inevitable combat with a small fleet of Torassian ships, they've already began countdown to missile strike on the lead ship."

"Good, good. The Admiral knows his part. Contact the Monahtan fleet and tell them that they are cleared to begin air strikes into the Torassian Ports of Kingston and Esmeralda. Cripple those fleets, and then launch deeper air strikes to whatever tactical targets catch their eye."

---

The interrogator put pressure on the the shears, cutting into the prisoners tongue.

"Last chance! I'm sick of dealing with you!" he roared, putting enough pressure to cut the tongue off, regripping the bleeding remainder with the pliers as Niko moved into close the wound with the blow torch, filling the room with the smell of cooking human flesh. Yuri looked to the uninjured prisoner.

"You're next unless you answer the next question; what do you know about this whole thing. We can give you amnesty. We can pay you. We can make you a citizen or even send you to another country. But if you don't answer, I'll do this to you!" He yelled in his thick accent.

---

Iakova remained on the floor, his vision becoming blurry from the impact. He felt confused, fuzzy even. And intense pain. He sobbed quietly in a mixture of frustration, fear, and pain. He was starting to feel a sickening hopelessness, and was too disoriented to try to think positively. He felt his shoulder begin to bleed anew, and decided to just remain as still as possible. He was humiliated, to be sure, and resolved that if he survived, he wouldn't tell anyone about this particular detail.

---

Jet engines screamed as six aircraft raced to their targets, two SU-35s and four MiG-29Ms penetrating into Torassian territory, staying low and fast in order to approach their targets with the element of surprise. The six broke off into two attack-squads, one SU-35 flanked by two MiG-29Ms, going their separate ways to the missile defense structures.

---

The missile defense systems radar is not detecting the low altitude jets, and since it is an unmanned device, they simply keep pivoting on their axis, scanning the skies for high altitude air craft.

---

Inside the Destroyer:

"Captain! Captain!" Cried the radar and communications operator. "We're being marked by a laser target designation system. They're to our South East, less than 6 kilometers!"

"Deploy the counter measures, turn to face the enemy vessel, load the front long-guns and alert the helicopters!"

"Sir, communications with the helicopters is down, there is a signal issue that never got resolved."

"Dammit!"

The destroyer rotated to face the Zaria, deploying launched flares, while a crew begins to load specialty high explosive rounds into the long guns. One of the patrol ship speeds towards the Zaria, whilst the other two stay close to the destroyer.

---
Outside Base Six:

Andrzej sighed in relief as he saw an armored car approaching the base rapidly, openly flying a red flag. He screwed a suppressor onto his rifle and beckoned two members of the base's guard detail.

"Hey! Hey! Come here, look! Enemy vehicle!" He yelled. The only other members ran to his position to spot the vehicle, one turning to run to run to the door to alert the others. Andrzej opened fire, killing him, and turned to rifle-butt the other in the face. He then pulled his side arm and fired a round into the guards head.

The armored car pulled up, five people getting out, all armed. Andrzej raised his right fist in a salute, which was returned. A woman with Arabic features, Shudun, readied an AK-47 and nodded to Andrzej, who grinned. "Never leave a Comrade to the wolves!"

---

Inside Base Six:

"Look, look! He's crying! How ridiculous is this? A supposed leader, on the floor of our base, brought to tears because the subjugated are now the masters. Some Communist spirit, eh?" one of the other soldiers said with a broad smile. Bartholomew laughed, but it was cut short.

An explosion tore through the wall of the base, flooring everyone. The breaching team from the Torassian Workers' Party stormed in, not firing a shot yet. Two of the rebels spotted the Premier and grabbed him, chair and all, hauling him outside. The other four grabbed the still stunned and unarmed soldiers, drug them outside and put them on their knees.

The Premier was cut free of his bindings as the two rebel began to explain to him they were on his side. At the same time, Shudun was giving a rather impassioned speech to the kneeling Torassians.

"You kneel in front of members of the Torassian Workers' Party, guilty of crimes against humanity. This aggression will not stand. You call yourselves men of God, but you slaughter and starve your own people. You work them to death, place them in extermination camps, and force conversions of people. You have the option, right now. Repent from your evil ways!" Shudun concluded, glaring down at the prisoners.

"Or what?" Replied Bartholomew simply.

Shudun, without hesitation shot him in the head.

"Last chance." She said coldly as Bartholomew fell to his side dead. The remaining soldiers began to talk over each other, loudly proclaiming their wanting to repent.

"Oh, that's better." Shudun said. "Andrzej, send them to their God with their clean consciences." She finished, turning around to Iakova.

"No!" The soldiers cried out in unison before Andrzej silenced them with his rifle.

"Premier, we need you to come with us. Are you willing? We're on your side but we need your help first." Shudun requested, sounding serious.

---
In the interrogation room:

The prisoner with the cut-out tongue is screaming incoherently, looking faint. The other prisoner began to speak rapidly, demoralized completely by this event.

"We have agents in Kyrsk, they're building an anthrax bomb right now!" He screamed, practically sobbing in fear. "They're in some cheap hotel in the center of Kyrsk. The bomb is supposed to be placed next to some memorial!" He cried out. "Please let us go!"

by **Monahtan** » Sat Nov 19, 2011 1:55 am

"Roger. Engage, Sangria," the radio operator aboard the Iney relayed the commanding officers orders. Helicopters were detected by routine fly-bys and now were destined to be shot down. Two Su-33s tore off west of the Battle Group's position to come back around on the helicopters. They broke off from each other and flew in opposite directions, both to engage a different target.

One of the fighters leveled off and checked his radar display and determined his target was less than a mile away. The pilot's hand grabbed the throttle and pushed it all the way forward; his plan was to make an initial fly-by and attempt to distrupt the helicopter pilot's concentration. The jet roared overhead the helicopter as it passed it at Mach 2. The pilot slowed and brought his agile jet around to engage. As he approached, he activated his HUD targeting system to obtain a lock on the enemy aircraft.

The cockpit of the fighter was pierced with a single, steady tone and the pilot did not hestitate jamming his thumb down on a button on his control stick. With an explosive pop, a single R-73 air-to-air missile detached from the jet and its own thrusters activated, flying forward in a cloud of fire and smoke. The missile streaked through the night sky like a shooting star on a direct path with one of the helicopters.

"Multiple signatures, Sir. Radar and Sonar," Spiridonov reported. "A large one about six away, probably a surface ship. Two more underneath the Iney; the allied submarines."

"Get the fighter Wing airbourne. Have our subs prepare their cruise missiles for launch and move the fleet to Condition Red. All defensive armament to full readiness. I would bet they have a capital ship out there somewhere and just because we can't pick it up, doesn't mean it can't hit us."

"Right aw-," Spiridonov began, but was interrupted by incredibly bright red flashes in the distance. "Counter-measure flares. She just gave away her position exactly."

"Send a guided missile destroyer and a submarine forward. They're already too close; sink them."

by **Kaizerxisiv** » Sat Nov 19, 2011 4:09 pm

Torassia wrote:
Kaizerxisiv wrote:
Aboard the Zaria:

"The SU-33s are friendlies; Monahtan fighters." Said a radar operator.

"Oh, lovely." replied the Admiral "Wait, they're using SU-33s?"

"Yes, sir."

"Hm. Make a note of recommendation to the government officials that after this is all over we donate a couple SU-35s to the Monahtans."

"Yes, sir. We're about to arrive at the marker."

"Excellent. Smooth seas, clear weather, and no ho-" began the Admiral dreamily.

"Unknowns to our North-West. Looks like a couple of helicopters in the sky, possibly sub-hunters. There are a few small patrol ships and a destroyer. Definitely not what the friendlies were supposed to send out. The Deltas are reporting that they are currently underneath the Monahtan carrier. Course of action, sir?"

"...stiles." Khrushchev finished with a heavy sigh. "Right, send the radar signals to the SU-33s, let them handle the helicopters, that should be like shooting fish in a barrel for them. We need to open up Missile Bay #1. Target the destroyer first, it's the only one that's a real threat. Ready countdown to launch."

"Yes, sir!"

---

"Adviser Chuikov, we have the satellite photos. There are two missile defense systems within range of the base."

"Good!" Chuikov replied, putting out the cigarette. "I suggest we send three fighters to deal with each. They know what to do. After that, send our Special Forces to the base."

"Adviser, the Zaria is reporting inevitable combat with a small fleet of Torassian ships, they've already began countdown to missile strike on the lead ship."

"Good, good. The Admiral knows his part. Contact the Monahtan fleet and tell them that they are cleared to begin air strikes into the Torassian Ports of Kingston and Esmeralda. Cripple those fleets, and then launch deeper air strikes to whatever tactical targets catch their eye."

---

The interrogator put pressure on the the shears, cutting into the prisoners tongue.

"Last chance! I'm sick of dealing with you!" he roared, putting enough pressure to cut the tongue off, regripping the bleeding remainder with the pliers as Niko moved into close the wound with the blow torch, filling the room with the smell of cooking human flesh. Yuri looked to the uninjured prisoner.

"You're next unless you answer the next question; what do you know about this whole thing. We can give you amnesty. We can pay you. We can make you a citizen or even send you to another country. But if you don't answer, I'll do this to you!" He yelled in his thick accent.

---

Iakova remained on the floor, his vision becoming blurry from the impact. He felt confused, fuzzy even. And intense pain. He sobbed quietly in a mixture of frustration, fear, and pain. He was starting to feel a sickening hopelessness, and was too disoriented to try to think positively. He felt his shoulder begin to bleed anew, and decided to just remain as still as possible. He was humiliated, to be sure, and resolved that if he survived, he wouldn't tell anyone about this particular detail.

---

Jet engines screamed as six aircraft raced to their targets, two SU-35s and four MiG-29Ms penetrating into Torassian territory, staying low and fast in order to approach their targets with the element of surprise. The six broke off into two attack-squads, one SU-35 flanked by two MiG-29Ms, going their separate ways to the missile defense structures.

---

The missile defense systems radar is not detecting the low altitude jets, and since it is an unmanned device, they simply keep pivoting on their axis, scanning the skies for high altitude air craft.

---

Inside the Destroyer:

"Captain! Captain!" Cried the radar and communications operator. "We're being marked by a laser target designation system. They're to our South East, less than 6 kilometers!"

"Deploy the counter measures, turn to face the enemy vessel, load the front long-guns and alert the helicopters!"

"Sir, communications with the helicopters is down, there is a signal issue that never got resolved."

"Dammit!"

The destroyer rotated to face the Zaria, deploying launched flares, while a crew begins to load specialty high explosive rounds into the long guns. One of the patrol ship speeds towards the Zaria, whilst the other two stay close to the destroyer.

---
Outside Base Six:

Andrzej sighed in relief as he saw an armored car approaching the base rapidly, openly flying a red flag. He screwed a suppressor onto his rifle and beckoned two members of the base's guard detail.

"Hey! Hey! Come here, look! Enemy vehicle!" He yelled. The only other members ran to his position to spot the vehicle, one turning to run to run to the door to alert the others. Andrzej opened fire, killing him, and turned to rifle-butt the other in the face. He then pulled his side arm and fired a round into the guards head.

The armored car pulled up, five people getting out, all armed. Andrzej raised his right fist in a salute, which was returned. A woman with Arabic features, Shudun, readied an AK-47 and nodded to Andrzej, who grinned. "Never leave a Comrade to the wolves!"

---

Inside Base Six:

"Look, look! He's crying! How ridiculous is this? A supposed leader, on the floor of our base, brought to tears because the subjugated are now the masters. Some Communist spirit, eh?" one of the other soldiers said with a broad smile. Bartholomew laughed, but it was cut short.

An explosion tore through the wall of the base, flooring everyone. The breaching team from the Torassian Workers' Party stormed in, not firing a shot yet. Two of the rebels spotted the Premier and grabbed him, chair and all, hauling him outside. The other four grabbed the still stunned and unarmed soldiers, drug them outside and put them on their knees.

The Premier was cut free of his bindings as the two rebel began to explain to him they were on his side. At the same time, Shudun was giving a rather impassioned speech to the kneeling Torassians.

"You kneel in front of members of the Torassian Workers' Party, guilty of crimes against humanity. This aggression will not stand. You call yourselves men of God, but you slaughter and starve your own people. You work them to death, place them in extermination camps, and force conversions of people. You have the option, right now. Repent from your evil ways!" Shudun concluded, glaring down at the prisoners.

"Or what?" Replied Bartholomew simply.

Shudun, without hesitation shot him in the head.

"Last chance." She said coldly as Bartholomew fell to his side dead. The remaining soldiers began to talk over each other, loudly proclaiming their wanting to repent.

"Oh, that's better." Shudun said. "Andrzej, send them to their God with their clean consciences." She finished, turning around to Iakova.

"No!" The soldiers cried out in unison before Andrzej silenced them with his rifle.

"Premier, we need you to come with us. Are you willing? We're on your side but we need your help first." Shudun requested, sounding serious.

---
In the interrogation room:

The prisoner with the cut-out tongue is screaming incoherently, looking faint. The other prisoner began to speak rapidly, demoralized completely by this event.

"We have agents in Kyrsk, they're building an anthrax bomb right now!" He screamed, practically sobbing in fear. "They're in some cheap hotel in the center of Kyrsk. The bomb is supposed to be placed next to some memorial!" He cried out. "Please let us go!"

Outside Base Six:

Iakova remains seated in the chair despite being freed. His hands went to his temples as he realized he was close to fainting soon. He also noticed his glasses were broken.

"Damn it." he said quietly, pausing to spit some blood onto the ground. He looked up to Shudun. "Yes, I'll go. I need someone to fix my shoulder, and my glasses if possible." Iakova said, rising from the chair and walking shakily to the armored car. "Oh. Yeah, can I radio or call back home?"

---

Rapidly approaching their targets, the fighters lock onto their target, firing a missile apiece at the missile defense batteries. The jets then break and lower speed, circling around the target.

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At the Special Forces bases, the 3 V-22 Ospreys are loaded with 28 men apiece, and are lifting off the ground, as patriotic war music plays from the speakers on base. The men not leaving are saluting and cheering their comrades.

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"Admiral Khrushchev, the enemy destroyer has deployed flares." Remarked the radio operator with some amusement.

"Fire four rockets. That should take out the destroyer with no problem. And spray that closest patrol ship with the AK-630. Message the submarines to share their signals with the Monahtan vessel; we don't want crossfire to ruin this. Tell the subs they are cleared to engage the enemy. And establish communications with the Monahtan ship, please."

On deck, the rocket pod is pointed towards the destroyer. A crew man throws a switch and it launches four unguided rockets in the general direction. Simultaneously, the AK-630 deck gun pivots and angles itself to face the Torassian patrol ship, before letting out a rapid stream of 30mm bullets.

Underneath the Monahtan vessel, the submarines begin to transmit signals freely to the carrier, while surfacing to either side to avoid possible collisions. Without taking long, they fire a solitary torpedo apiece towards the other two Torassian patrol ships.

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In the interrogation room:

"When is the bomb supposed to be placed?" Yuri demanded, flicking the injured prisoners blood at the other. "Exactly what time? Exactly what spot? Tell me before I staple this tongue to your forehead!" He said, picking up the severed body part and smacking him with it.

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In the strategy room:

"Adviser, Madame Speaker; The Zaria and the escorting submarines have engaged the Torassian vessels."

Annika stiffened and looked to Oleg with a grimace. He merely nodded.

"Alert the press and put everyone on the highest alert. We are now officially at war with the Torassians." Annika said quietly.

"Once the Special Forces get the Premier, we can send in standard forces, crush the outer Torassian provinces and we'll see if the people in that nation put pressure on the President." suggested one Intelligence officer. Chuikov shrugged.

"The way their nation is set up, that might be enough.

by **Torassia** » Sat Nov 19, 2011 5:46 pm

The Torassian helicopter pilot spotted the jet coming at him quickly and blanched. He looked to his equally terrified co pilot before swiveling around to try and get a lock on the Su-33, but the jet moved too quickly, zipping over him like he wasn't even moving.

"Son of a bitch! Why doesn't the radio in these things work?!" The co-pilot screamed over the roaring engine. The pilot rotated the helicopter to try and get the Su-33 in view, trying to find a way to open fire on the craft. However, before the jet was in his visual range again, the alert sounded in the helicopter, as the missile streaked towards them, lighting up the sky around it.

"God help us!" Cried the pilot just before impact, turning the helicopter into a ball of flaming wreckage.

The second helicopter dropped it's altitude quickly to avoid the same fate as the other, spinning around to fire bullets a bit haphazardly in the direction of the SU-33. Not being built for actual combat, the machine guns rigged to the helicopters stabilizing wings rocked terribly with recoil, sending bullets in a sort of unpredictable mess.

Onboard the destroyer, the deck is lit up by brightly burning flares. But the crew on deck trying to load the long-gun panics as they see the Kaizerxisiv rockets streaking directly towards them, some going far as jumping off the ship. One of the rockets slams directly into the bow, another into the bridge, while a third crashes into one of the defending patrol ships, practically turning it inside out. The fourth splashes into the water, but the damage from the others is grievous. The flames on the struck vessels lit the area brightly. Warning sirens sound from the destroyer as the crew scatters trying to put out the flames and save the ship from complete destruction. One communications officer scurries to the emergency radio, despite his horrid injuries.

"H-hello? This is Destroyer C-6628. We have taken heavy damage. The enemy fleet was better armed than we thought. The majority of the vessels are USSK, but there is another nation involved; we don't know who. They have carriers and submarines... this fleet is finished."

The small patrol ship heading towards the Zaria opens fire with it's small caliber guns, just before being sprayed with the rounds from the AK-630, lighting it aflame and killing nearly the entire crew instantly.

---
In the Torassian Strategy Council:

"So, President Stanwick IV, and Councilman Jensen, you both believe we should go to war? Because you decided it would be wise to kidnap another nations government official?" asked the Head of Confederate Issues, Chancellor Darren

"More or less." Julian replied coolly.

"How about explaining this, please?" the Chancellor asked. Hierarchy in Torassia was a fragile thing, full of checks and balances and enough animosity between each leader that violence was common, even in the council room.

"To put it bluntly, the heathens in the USSK used to own our people, and for too long we have let that slide. We have the duty from God himself to bring a most holy wrath upon them!" Julian thundered, looking around the room. Oliver stepped forward.

"We also have to come to terms, Chancellor, that we are needing more resources to continue running our nation as is. The Kaizerxisivian nation uses so little of their natural resources, it'd be a great boost for our economy to add the resources to our own supplies." He said in a more calm manner.

An aide rushed into the room, whispering into the Presidents ear.

"We're under attack from the USSK Navy and one of their godless allies! They sank our patrol fleet. We've just lost 300 men, and you want to argue about whether or not you want to declare an actual war?" Julian yelled.

The room became loud with low talking. The Chancellor shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

"Very well, I have no choice. The Confederates are now all in a state of war against the USSK and their allies. May God have mercy on the heretics and blasphemers. Amen."

"Amen." The room rumbled.

The President turned to leave, followed by Oliver and the aide.

"Sir," The aide said fearfully. "We've lost radio contact with Base Six. And two of our missile defense systems have been destroyed."

The president spun on his heel to glare at the aide.

"What?"

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In the interrogation room:

The prisoner flinched as he was slapped with his comrades tongue.

"I don't know! I don't know what time! They're using a blue sedan though! The bomb is supposed to be left in the car at the memorial for some war or something!"

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Outside Base Six:

"You two," Shudun said, indicating a pair of rebels. "Help the Premier with his injuries. And keep him awake. He seems to have a head injury. His glasses can wait until we arrive at camp." She then turned back to Volkhov, speaking in a more soothing manner as she noticed the tear streaks on his face. "Yes, you can radio your people the moment we get back. The radio in the vehicle is short range."

The rebels climbed back in their armored car, two setting to dress Iakova's wound while the rest remained alert. The vehicle left the scene quickly, the only evidence they were there being tire tracks and the executed Torassian soldiers.

by **Novarica (Ancient)** » Sat Nov 19, 2011 6:01 pm

I agree with the others, we hope your economy will stabilize after this war meets its conclusion yet if it does not, we will assist you in your hour of need
Message from Senator Homem

by **Monahtan** » Sun Nov 20, 2011 6:11 am

The Su-33 banked to avoid the incoming cannon fire, but was struck multiple times in the bottom of his plane by stray bullets. Alarms began to sound in his cockpit indicating a perfectly placed, or incredibly lucky, shot has pierced a fuel line and he was leaking fuel at a relatively slow rate, but leaking nonetheless.

"Control, Sangria. Under fire and losing fuel. I'm bringing her home."

"Sangria, Control. Negative. Do not land. Escort the second target aboard. If they change course or reopen fire, your orders are to reengage," the radio operator transmitted the message to the flight leader, code named Sangria.

"Roger, Control," the pilot replied. Sangria banked, forcing even more fuel out of his tanks. He'd been in the air for a while and was already low on fuel.

The other jet, having destroyed his target, formed on the left wing of his flight leader. Both jets reduced speed considerably to escort the helicopter back to the Republican carrier. They flew passed the helicopter several times, just making their presence known. The jets weren't capable of slowing down enough to actually escort the enemy aircraft in, but their quickness would allow them to blow it out of the sky should they try anything.

"This is the RNS Iney of The Republic of Monahtan. This is an order to immediately surrender and land on the designated zone on this carrier. Failure to comply with this order will result in hostile action taken against you," the radio operator broadcast the message on multiple channels and frequencies, hoping the helicopter received it. "Move three-thousand yards from our stern and approach slowly. Again, failure to acknowledge this message and reply will result in hostile action."

"There!" Spiridonov shouted, pointing toward the fireworks display that was once a Torassian destroyer.

"Recall our ships. They don't need our help over there," Lukin ordered. "Prepare the missile destroyers to begin firing on Torassian land targets. Have the subs maintain a constant three-hundred-sixty degree patrol under our battle group and our allies."

"Yes, Sir."

"And transmit our intentions to our friends over there. It's dark and sonar readings all look the same."

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