Terror in Irfgenstan (IC, OPEN)

[Pzetrovlaskia]

The Pzetrovlaskian Ministry of War and Foreign Affairs

We wish to state that any soldier operating under a Pzetrovlaskian flag and found to be causing any form of harm to the non armed populace of Irfgenstan we be Court Martialled and possibly spend the rest of his miserable life in Prison






OFFICIAL GOVERNEMENT SEAL: Pztetrovlaskia

[The Imperial Republic of New Kyoto]

The Pzetrovlaskian Ministry of War and Foreign Affairs

We wish to state that any soldier operating under a Pzetrovlaskian flag and found to be causing any form of harm to the non armed populace of Irfgenstan we be Court Martialled and possibly spend the rest of his miserable life in Prison






OFFICIAL GOVERNEMENT SEAL: Pztetrovlaskia

Hear! Hear! We applaud this public announcement and refer all of our own personnel to the Uniformed Code of Military Justice. Note that execution by hanging is still on the books as an appropriate penalty for murder.

[Pzetrovlaskia]

2nd F.L.D" from Milograd to Englonia" Report: Operation Eagle

In a join operation with the 8th Rifles, the 2nd Foreign Legion division has recaptured the city of Bahira in southern Irfgenstan. Taking minimal casualties, the task force took the main square at 0600 hours yesterday. All the captured civilian combatants have been released to go back to their families and reconstruction operations have begun.

[Saliu]

Prime Chairman soon recieved another telegram from Selisia, as he was reading it he saw where he mistaken some of the words. When the first transmission was sent it must have been interupted by static, with his eyes not the best in Saliu and that the message was blurred in some static, he easily mistaken it for a not well knwon code, the Saliu Code. But now with this clearer message, already having the His Excellency's Approval, he ordered all forces to move out.

I am extremly sorry for the mistaking your message, only that our long-range radar doesn't operate as well when the short-range reciever is being used. I have the authorization to send these forces:

20,000 Tribal-Christian Missionaries
5,000 Humanitarian Aid Workers
500 Health Proffessionals volunteering their services
The Saliu Peace Taskforce
The Saliu Death Triburnial
Saliu's High Exalted Priest Xavier Wentworth
and Saliu's Chairperson of Aid Arnold Pete'sport

If any of these people are killed in battle purposly, for providing humanitarian aid, the Saliu Death Triburnial will inform the Chairperson of Aid, who will inturn inform me and His Excellency, it shall be considered an act of war. In the event of an act of war, Saliu shall withdraw all Humanitarian Aid from that country until a reasonable explaination can be found.

Sincerly,
Rt. Hon. Sir. Marcus Deliah GCS HSCT GCHG
The Gracious State of Beauty's Prime Chairman
Saliu's Political Head
Knight of the Grand Cross - Order of Saliu
Honorable Surpreme Chief - Order of the Tribes
Knight of the Grand Cross - Haarchinguckpo-Guriona Order
Patron of the Haarchinguckpo-Guriona Order

[Saliu]

The Gracious State of Beauty that is Saliu, request safe passage throughout Irfgenstan from both the Invasionists and the Defenders. Saliu wants to be seen as a neutral figure in this war, helping about ALL People.

From:
Rt. Hon. Arnold Pete'sport OS
The Gracious State of Beauty's Chaiperson of Aid
Saliu's Irfgenstan Taskforce Leader
Officer - Order of Saliu

[New Emmerian Coalition]

The Fleet arrived just on schedule. Many more from neighboring Horodia joined as well. The Phonencians have commenced a bombardment of the coast, and because of this all hands on deck were instructed to wear gas masks and protective suits. Assault teams are launching to assist the allies.The carriers came closer.. Blackhawks prepped for dust-off.
Emmeria's Coalition Forces:
Trooper Fireteams: 400= 4000 men
Armored Battalions x 5
Ac-130 x 20
F-18 x 50
SEAL Teams 1 & 2
Naval fleet of: 3 Aircraft Carriers, 2 Destroyers, 2 Battleships, and 1 Rocket ship.
Horodian Forces:
Legion x 1 (4500 soldiers)
Armored Battalions x 2
F-22 x 50
SEAL teams 9 & 10
Naval fleet of: 1 aircraft carrier, 3 Battleships, 1 submarine, and 1 Destroyer.
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Only 30 blackhawks were on station for our men, so we would need to get back ASAP after dropping off the soldiers. They each took off. Operation DP had begun, and the Ambassador? The LZ was extremely hot, and there was no way he was going to get through. Emmeria and Horodia always fought for what was right, and this country needed some change.

To the allied forces:
We of the Invicta Coalition are ready to begin operations to support in the ally capture of enemy strongholds. Notify us immediately of any military action, whether ally or enemy. We know our involvement is sudden, but there are citizens in our country with family here.

[Boriem]

Message to Axis Coalition

After receiving intel of increased Allied forces, we have issued a warning, and the 3d, 4th, 9th, 12th, 62d, 77th and 112th Auxiliary Brigades have been ordered to assemble in the east in an attempt to protect the coastal cities, we have formulated a few key points of interest:

[Pzetrovlaskia]

Pzetrovlaskian Ministry of War and Foreign Affairs


We will order our troops not to fire on the by Saliuan peacekeeping and humanitarian force. But we will now treat Saliu as an independent nation not as an Ally





OFFICIAL GOVERNEMENT SEAL: Pzetrovlaskia

[Dimoniquid]

James Baker;
Luisiano;
Dimoniquid - 02/01/12

"This shit with Irf... Irfgenstan," James said, trying to pronounce the word. Looking at the television, he could see the pictures from Dimonicist intelligence and intercepted pictures and videos were genuine. "is going down the plug hole. If DSS has anything to do with this, they'll send some special force junkies in to cut off the president's head. Trust me, some of the stuff I saw when I was with them were harsh, they were." He continued, taking another sip from his drink.

"Again, Jim, you go on with this 'I was a secret agent' nonsense. What's it you really do?" The bartender asked.

"I am! I... I was. I was in the special forces. I was like, a proper agent, and I had my own guns, and everything! You... you just didn't know me then." James pleaded, finishing his drink. After his last operation, he was told to retire. Or train recruits - and with some of the newer, younger generation of special forces, he didn't fancy training those kind of 'patriotic, dying for the country' type. "Alright, I'm off. If my wife calls, I'm... at work." He said, leaving a ten pound note on the bar desk. "Keep the change." He said, putting on his pea-coat. His pea-coat was issued to him once he had left the special forces - fit with all of his medals and badges, he kept them in his breast pocket as a memento.

As he exited the pub, he felt the cold hit him in the face. Ever since he got back into security, he had to keep his looks in order - clean shaven, no drugs, and a stern look. He could do all of those things - although he wasn't quitting his drinks. That was the only thing keeping him sane. After putting up the collar, he trudged through the snow of the streets to get back to his apartment.

Fifty five. That was the big thing - fifty five years he had been alive. He had gotten married, had a kid. His son had left the family - his fathers lies about his special forces career had been too much for him, and he left. His wife had been holding on for years, yet the chemistry between them that had linked them from the first day they had met was gone. As he walked past a bus shelter, he felt his phone vibrate. Shuffling for his back pocket, he took out the old, Nokia mobile and accepted the call. "Hello, James speaking."

"Mister Baker, I haven't heard you for years. It's Charles."

"Charlie boy? Where the hell did you get my number from? More importantly, you know how to use a phone?!" James exclaimed, heading into an alleyway. He hadn't heard from Charles ever since his retirement - word was, Charles was running a PMC business.

"Yes, Jimmy. How are we? Still cold and wet as usual?"

"No, I'm not in that business anymore. Just security. You know, conferences, bodyguards for diplomats. Nothing too conspicuous."

"Good, Jimmy. I've got something to tell you. I've gotten word from... a friend, shall we say, high in the government. They're preparing to launch an assassination attempt on that dictator of Irfgenstan. You've been selected to help get some individuals through the country in order to get to where he is. Some young ones, I say." Charles said, James almost sensing that he was rolling his eyes through the conversation. James was on retirement from military action - why'd they pick him? How did Charles get involved? There were more questions than actual details.

"Charlie, thank you for the offer - but I'm gone from that kind of stuff now."

"It isn't an offer - there's a car on the way to your apartment to get your details. Right now, you won't exist until you get back to DSS headquarters. Even I don't know where the fuck that is. I'm sorry, Jimmy - but you have to do it. You're the best qualified, and there's human rights to consider." Charles replied. There was no escaping this time - James was back in. At fifty five, he knew he wouldn't be able to keep up. If that dictator didn't go down, innocent civilians were going to die. A lot of them. If he were to acquire any missiles, than that was a bigger threat.

"Charles, get them ready to pick me up. I'll be there within the hour." James finished, cancelling the call. After dumping the phone case into a skip, he pocketed the SIM card, and walked back to his apartment. This would be the last job he would do.

---

James had been picked up - some clothes back, and his gun. He wouldn't leave his gun - a Para PXT 1911. It was slightly less bulky and less obvious than the Para 1911, yet he still used it for self defense - and sometimes, he used it to scare the neighborhood kids. "So, Mister Baker. I've heard you got Mister Mulligans call." A young man said. He was no more than thirty, yet the tattoo on his arm showed that he was special forces.

"Yeah. Old Charlie boy was a blind one, yet he always called the right person. So, what's the pay like?" James asked, trying to wind the man up. He wanted to prove to him that he wasn't an old man - he was capable, and he much more experience than he had.

"Sir, I don't think you need to be concerned about pay. Right now, you'll be dropped off by helicopter, stationed on the DNN Harvey-Lee. It's an aircraft carrier - we've got two reconnaissance fighters collecting data. You're going to have three bags of money - one for weapons, one for security, and one for bribery. It's got more than enough for the warlords in the city. You'll pay for the equipment and security, then make your way to another warlord for intelligence on the dictator. You'll assault the compound, and then bring him back."

"What if the warlords don't talk?" James asked. The plan had obviously been thought through - and James didn't like that. It was too thought through - almost like a story.

"They will. Right now, they need all the money they can get. This is going to be more than enough. You're going to be military journalists focusing on the war." The man finished. James nodded, and began to speak.

"So, who are the two people I'll be escorting?" He asked. He never trusted anyone - although right now, he had to. "I need to know about them."

"One's a special forces operator. Specializes in sniper warfare and intelligence. Two assassinations, both carried out with ease - he's a master sergeant, code-named 'Isotope'." Bull. James thought. Another fanatic. Whoever this guy was, he obviously thought he was the best. "The other one is new - also specializes in sniper warfare, although is mostly a guy who likes to go loud with a machine gun. Code-named 'Bison'."

"Good. When do we start?"

"Right now." For the next three days, James Baker would have all his records erased again. He would have been given new clothes, a new identity, and some starting equipment - a ballistic vest capable of stopping pistol and some rifle rounds, some standard webbing for his magazines and equipment, and documents to confirm that he was allowed his items. Soon, it was time to go. James Baker was back in the game.

[Phonencia]

Saliu's Humanitarian force will be allowed safe passage to Irfgenstan under the protection of the Phonencian Naval Task Force Justice. Any force friend or foe deliberately firing upon Saliu's aid workers or other personell will be retaliated against regardless of their stance in the present conflict. As civilized human beings it is our duty to protect the innocent and weak of our kind and Saliu should be applauded for doing so. It is requested of all Allied Forces that the Phonencian military be allowed to try and sentence the various gangs and raiders that inhabit the nation, especially one Miguel Freyna.
Deo et Patriae,

Grand Admiral of the Navy Benjamin Wallace
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Slowly, the Drakes started to close in on the beaces, abruptly halting a good distance off-shore.
The massive doors and bays of the ships opened, UH-60s and the occasional CH-53 slowly lumbering into the air and buzzing towards the beach. LCACs splashed loudly as they hit the water, laden with soldiers, IFVs, Tanks and Humvees.
Aboard one such LCAC was a moderately famous (or infamous depending on your view) young man,
Lieutenant Matthew Soraf. He'd had numerous problems with the government of Phonencia's close ally, Menassa because of his elopin with the high priest's daughter and eventually marrying her. This wouldn't have been such an issue had he been jewish but the young nobleman had refused to convert from christianity and married his love despite the wishes of most of her family and government. Things had worked out well for him in the end though as he now had two beautiful children and the new government of Menassa was rather appreciative of him for his special operations work against rebels in their country. On top of it all, he'd been given command of one of the more experienced units in the Imperial Guards' Crucifix Company, 1'st Platoon. 59 other Guardsmen were under his command now, a total of three squads, the most senior of which was his, Hellhammer Squad.

As the LCAC started its dash across the waves, Matthew jerked on his gas mask, looking even more menacing with the impressive black DAUNTLESS Ballistic Armor the Guard always wore wrapped around his torso. A bulky LY-21 AHLAR with LY-67 Widowmaker Grenade Launcher, Infrared Targeting Laser and ACOG Sight attached added another layer of intimidation because of the bulky, advanced look of the rifle and its accessories.
High overhead, an F-35C screamed towards the beach, a pair of missiles ejecting from its bays and slithering through the air towards its targets...
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[Ahtreil]

To: Liam Slatford, leader of Irfgenstan
From: Dave Montaro, Vice-Minister of Foreign Affairs.
Encryption:High

The Ahtreilian people and our politicians are very concerned for the safety and future of your nation.

Irfgenstan has been added on our list of Politically unstable and Dangerous nations. This means that all travel directly from Ahtreil to Irfgenstan will be banned, except for in need, for example help personel or military forces.

This also means that all Ahtreilian people who got stuck in your nation during this sharp decline in economy and security without possibility of returning, will be evacuated back to Ahtreil, and all planes and ships incoming from Irfgenstan will be thoroughly checked for bombs, drugs or other illegal products.

This does not mean that Ahtreil will not help your nation in this horrible situation however, as we will help you in whatever way you find suitable.

Signed:
Dan Montaro, Vice-minister of Foreign Affairs.

[Boriem]

Saliu's Humanitarian force will be allowed safe passage to Irfgenstan under the protection of the Phonencian Naval Task Force Justice. Any force friend or foe deliberately firing upon Saliu's aid workers or other personell will be retaliated against regardless of their stance in the present conflict. As civilized human beings it is our duty to protect the innocent and weak of our kind and Saliu should be applauded for doing so. It is requested of all Allied Forces that the Phonencian military be allowed to try and sentence the various gangs and raiders that inhabit the nation, especially one Miguel Freyna.
Deo et Patriae,

Grand Admiral of the Navy Benjamin Wallace
____________________________________________________________________________________________

Slowly, the Drakes started to close in on the beaces, abruptly halting a good distance off-shore.
The massive doors and bays of the ships opened, UH-60s and the occasional CH-53 slowly lumbering into the air and buzzing towards the beach. LCACs splashed loudly as they hit the water, laden with soldiers, IFVs, Tanks and Humvees.
Aboard one such LCAC was a moderately famous (or infamous depending on your view) young man,
Lieutenant Matthew Soraf. He'd had numerous problems with the government of Phonencia's close ally, Menassa because of his elopin with the high priest's daughter and eventually marrying her. This wouldn't have been such an issue had he been jewish but the young nobleman had refused to convert from christianity and married his love despite the wishes of most of her family and government. Things had worked out well for him in the end though as he now had two beautiful children and the new government of Menassa was rather appreciative of him for his special operations work against rebels in their country. On top of it all, he'd been given command of one of the more experienced units in the Imperial Guards' Crucifix Company, 1'st Platoon. 59 other Guardsmen were under his command now, a total of three squads, the most senior of which was his, Hellhammer Squad.

As the LCAC started its dash across the waves, Matthew jerked on his gas mask, looking even more menacing with the impressive black DAUNTLESS Ballistic Armor the Guard always wore wrapped around his torso. A bulky LY-21 AHLAR with LY-67 Widowmaker Grenade Launcher, Infrared Targeting Laser and ACOG Sight attached added another layer of intimidation because of the bulky, advanced look of the rifle and its accessories.
High overhead, an F-35C screamed towards the beach, a pair of missiles ejecting from its bays and slithering through the air towards its targets...
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The missiles slowly came crashing down, damaging many sectors of the city, but after the squeals stopped, and the fire began, they were met with the sound of a scramble, and a group of A-10's flying up and firing into the range of enemies, and a few F-13's following them into the crossfire.

Meanwhile...

Inside of the embassy, the Captain's men went to him, and he briefed them on the scenario.

"Men, we're outnumbered out there, we may have the air superiority, but by no means the land or naval superiority, we may be able to rally some local men, and try an Alamo, but the missiles will wreck us." The Captain said, before continuing. "Does everyone understand that?!"

"Sir yes sir!" They all replied, before gearing up and heading out.

The standard garb for a Boriemese soldier being a revolver, Kalashnikov, three smoke bombs, five grenades, and two flares.

[Phonencia]

Captain Joshua "Jungle Cat" Anders glanced down at the radar display in his helmet's Heads-Up-Display.
"Panther Team this is Panther Actual, I've got bandits low, confirm you see the blips?"
"Panther-2, Alley-Cat, confirm, I've got a visual on the bogies."
A feminine voice replied.
"Panther Team, arm AMRAAMs and Sidewinders, we're going hot."
There was a chorus of rogers as the other two pilots obeyed the command, their bays opening and air to air missiles arming. "Engage, engage, engage!"
Joshua ordered, snapping his plane into a quick dive after an A-10 Thunderbolt/Warthog.
"Panther-1 has a visual on Alpha Ten attack planes, engaging."
he selected a Sidewinder and squeezed the trigger, the missile flying out and streaking after the slow, lumbering attack plane.
"Panther-1, Fox Two."

[Pzetrovlaskia]

Sgt Mark Anderson ordered his men to stop and rest. The D squadron of the 3rd regiment of the 3rd rifles had been marching through a deserted valley for the past 4 hours and their equipment: Standard guardsman flack jackets, a Bergen with survival rations and extra ammunition kit, a USP 45 standard sidearm and a big NPAR assault rifle with red dot sight and foregrip; was very heavy.
Then suddenly a KGPL transmission crackled on the radio pinned to his shoulder" KGPL to 3R3D, we have reports of a crashed enemy Mig about half a klik from your position to the west". It was true, as Sgt Anderson could see Smoke rising from the West."Ok copy, we are heading in to investigate"
After a half an hour rest, Sgt Andersons' squadron moved rapidly to investigate the wreckage of the enemy Mig. When on site ,Anderson ordered his men to fan out when Pvt Stiles said" Sir! The Geiger Counter is going crazy, so there must be a Radioactive element in the area.

With no enemies to be found around, Sgt Anderson shot open the lock to the cargo container of the Mig and stepped in. Inside, he saw something terrifing. A 10 Ton Uranium Atomic bomb inside a protective container. He instantly reported to KGPL" 3R3D to KGPL we have a possible nuclear device in the area. Requesting NEST teams to investigate. Be notified that we will leave the area immediately..."

[The Caldari Union]

our 20 troops are airlifted in with 20 helicopters, the helicopters strafe the cap city ground troops, destroying division after divison, the troops dispatch radio commadners, unarmed medical crews and aircraft with pinpoint precision, the call for positioning of Ion Cannon is given above capital city of Irfgenstan. shots are called down on key locations, killing troops and industrial facilities crippling industry of cap city. Drone Swarms assault the palace and remove dictator from power. the 20 spec ops troopers are evacc'd and relocated to secure reamining country.

Sadly Colonel was killed. State Funeral to be held.

[Pzetrovlaskia]

Message to the Coalition from the Pzetrovlaskian Minisistry of War and Foreign affairs

Encryption: ultra high


We are afraid that a nuclear element was found in the Azov valley wasteland. We need NEST teams for investigation and long range AWACS to help secure and destroy the threat.


Official Governement Seal: Pzetrovlaskia

[Phonencia]

our 20 troops are airlifted in with 20 helicopters, the helicopters strafe the cap city ground troops, destroying division after divison, the troops dispatch radio commadners, unarmed medical crews and aircraft with pinpoint precision, the call for positioning of Ion Cannon is given above capital city of Irfgenstan. shots are called down on key locations, killing troops and industrial facilities crippling industry of cap city. Drone Swarms assault the palace and remove dictator from power. the 20 spec ops troopers are evacc'd and relocated to secure reamining country.

Sadly Colonel was killed. State Funeral to be held.

ooc: stop right there. that's a blatant godmod and I would appreciate it if you would leave the thread now and go read some of the training threads/stickies. you can't determine the effectiveness of your attacks on enemies and this is modern tech level so ion cannons are an absolute no. I will be IGNORING all of your posts in the thread and I heavily advise the other RPers to do so as well.
please for the love of God, go read the stickies about how to Roleplay!

[Dimoniquid]

DNN Harvey-Lee;
Just oustide of Irfgenstan waters.

The radio controller's eyes shot up. "Dammit, captain, we've got a situation." He said, printing off the message. The controller had been looking at messages that they were intercepting, and had seen that severity of the situation.

"For God's sake... what units do we have aboard to deal with it?" He asked. He should have known himself - with the Admiral away on leave, he had been put in charge to command the force that was keeping an eye on the invasion.

"Well, we've got one Sea King ASaC7 in the hangers, and two teams of EOD squads. They should be capable to handle the situation." He replied.

"Set them up, get them briefed. Send a platoon of soldiers to secure the area, and get a message to the units in that area to hold until we get there."

TO - Pzetrovlaskia Ministry of War.
SUBJECT - Nuclear activity.

Sorry to intrude, but we've intercepted a message saying that they're a nuclear device in the Azov valley wasteland. Since we can provide assistance, we are offering to send EOD units trained to handle these kind of situations until a proper NEST team can be assigned.

Captain Partsan, DNN Harvey-Lee.

[Pzetrovlaskia]

Pzetrovlaskian Minstry of War and Foreign Affairs

Because our troops are rather busy at the moment, any aid for the Azov valley wasteland situation is gladly appreciated.


Official Governement Seal: Pzetrovlaskia

[Saliu]

These are the Humanitarian Camps of Saliu (sorry that it is a bit squashy). Please remember that every city has a Tribal-Christian Missionary. (There is a Peace Taskforce on the Phonecia Naval Force). Ambassodors are located at the Western Camp.

[Razgrizistan]

Cmdr. Williams and his team are on the top deck piling into the Helicopter that awaits them there. As soon as the last man piles into the helicopter tooks off at full force. "Alright Men, We are going to be landing South West of the Enemy's capital, So be on High Alert, and expect enemy resistance and from what the Adm. told me, we have support from an Allied AC-130," Says Cmdr. Williams. "Yes, Sir" They replied in unison. It's been a half hour since they took off, and they now could see the enemy coastline. PO3C Jenkins egarly stares at his watch. CWO4 Johnson notcied he was look at his watch. "Nervous there aren't ya Jenkins?" "Yes Chief," replied Jenkins. The Pilot told Williams that they were almost at the Drop Zone. "Alright Men, get ready, were almost at the DZ." It took them nearly five minutes to reach the drop zone. Once they reached the drop zones, the pilot hovered over the DZ, and Johnson and Jenkins pushed Down the Rappeling Ropes. Once the ropes were out Williams and His Team rappeled down. Once the the last man hit the ground, the helicopters Crew chiefs pulled the ropes up, and they flew off. When the sound of the helicopter was gone, the SEALs head torward the Capital city.

[Gigaverse]

Inside of the embassy, the Captain's men went to him, and he briefed them on the scenario.

"Men, we're outnumbered out there, we may have the air superiority, but by no means the land or naval superiority, we may be able to rally some local men, and try an Alamo, but the missiles will wreck us." The Captain said, before continuing. "Does everyone understand that?!"

"Sir yes sir!" They all replied, before gearing up and heading out.

The standard garb for a Boriemese soldier being a revolver, Kalashnikov, three smoke bombs, five grenades, and two flares.

The Emperor of Gigaverse, Eleon XVIII, was shocked of Boriem's movement in Irfgenstan.

"They do what against the Allies??? And they said they have superiority of what??? Send one more strike force, and start full-force attack of Irfgenstan!!! We will totally erase all Boriemese forces from all front!!!"

And so, another strike force of 150 ground divisions, 25 naval squadrons and 75 air wings was dispatched to Irfgenstan, this time tasked to chase Boriemese forces off the region. Sub-operation All Time Eraser had begun.

Battle Plan:

[Razgrizistan]

It's been a whole ten minutes since Williams and His team of SEALs landed, and they could see the ground littered with Dead. Seeing the dead hit them right in the gut. "Guys, forget about the dead, and continue are objective, to take down the dictator," says Williams. They try to get the images out of their head, and they continue toward the Capital City. As they walk they can see City lights up ahead. Williams tells his sniper team to set up a position, and to cover him and 3 other SEALs, while they go check out the city.

[Boriem]

Code: Select all

To: Allied Forces
MAX ENCRYPTION

We have decided that our causes are rather similar, and are willing to create peace with the Allies, but we request that the mainland not be invaded, for the sake of damaging the nation's already puny economy, we merely ask that a more logical solution be used, and on this day, we have declared that the nation of Irfgenistan is ALSO under Axis occupation, with the forces positioned within various cities already storming local government offices, although, as some nations will find that this is a horrid act inside of the international community, we have decided that we will do all in our power to convert them to Axis ways. Remember Hijdan.

Signed, with much pleasure,

Hans Efriksson, Springbok Reserve

Gottfried Hans-Boullion, Wijlik Homestead

James McArthur, Indijn Ocean Territory

Jeb Van Der Gott, Niuwe Grissons



[New Emmerian Coalition]

Code: Select all

To: Allied Forces
MAX ENCRYPTION

We have decided that our causes are rather similar, and are willing to create peace with the Allies, but we request that the mainland not be invaded, for the sake of damaging the nation's already puny economy, we merely ask that a more logical solution be used, and on this day, we have declared that the nation of Irfgenistan is ALSO under Axis occupation, with the forces positioned within various cities already storming local government offices, although, as some nations will find that this is a horrid act inside of the international community, we have decided that we will do all in our power to convert them to Axis ways. Remember Hijdan.

Signed, with much pleasure,

Hans Efriksson, Springbok Reserve

Gottfried Hans-Boullion, Wijlik Homestead

James McArthur, Indijn Ocean Territory

Jeb Van Der Gott, Niuwe Grissons



To: Axis Forces
The day we stand down to the Axis is the day we happily burn our flag. No deal from the Coalition.