RP: Tomorrow, a PMT Nation Story (IC)

[Ilaris]

RP: Tomorrow

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Welcome to the IC for the Tomorrow roleplay, most of the information will be posted there, this is the In-Character part, so check the OOC out if you'd like to play!

Here's the OOC

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The Story so far

Set in a world where universes collided and shattered, where history was broken and timelines merged into a world both familiar and unrecognizable from our own, it's a world of Tomorrow, and this world is now it's own. It's been just 17 years since the catastrophic "Great War", in which no nation was truly victorious, and only ended due to the development of the Nuclear Weapon, which, up until now has been the only thing keeping the thin veil of peace between nations of radically different ideologies. An attempt at a 'World Congress', an organization that could keep the new found era of peace intact, only ended up in failure, except for one critical success, this World Congress managed to commission a team of scientists who were able to isolate a rare element that, when targeted at nuclear based weapons, manages to neutralize the reactions, and in essence, it makes nuclear weapons nothing more than giant sticks that can be hurled at the enemy. While this development was heralded as the achievement that ended one of the biggest threats of extinction to the world, it also left the one thing that kept nations from invading each other, mutually assured destruction, mute. Now, once again, nations are racing to build up arms, secret alliances and treaties acting like a domino effect, with nations rapidly taking sides, and it will take only but a spark to set the chain of events that will bring about what could be the bloodiest conflict imaginable... or will it... could it be possible that we have truly learned from our mistakes? Time will tell... it always will.

Important note regarding story: I'll be trying to keep up with reading everyone's posts on the In character thread, and I'll keep a log on there to make a summarized version of what is happening. This is intended to make it easier for those jumping in later on.

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Rules and Regulations

~First and foremost, to prevent this from getting too large, I'm going to only allow for a maximum of 15 nations, the good thing about this is that this won't get too big, and it means that people can claim large chunks of land on the map! The only downside is that if a nation leaves, then it could cause issues, although...
~You must post at least once within a two day period, if you are unable to meet that, then most likely you really shouldn't be role-playing with such a busy schedule, if you happen to not post within the two day period (Two day's doesn't mean from the time you post you get two days, it means that within that day and the next), then I'll basically have it that a political coup occurred, and open up your nation to someone else, this sounds harsh, but I want to make sure that the whole RP is fully enjoyable, without being ruined by people just up and leaving.
~No Godmodding or WMDs I kinda left in a little bit of lore to describe why WMDs, specifically nuclear, can't be used, ergo, "I BLEW IT ALL UP WITH NUKES" is impossible. As for other WMDs, if it feels like it is one, then it probably is, but if you aren't 100% sure just bring it up with me, and I'll just figure it out. Speaking of me...
~I AM GOD! XD okay that was a bit too much, but I had too, in other words, anything I say is final, if you feel like something I do is a bit unfair, just bring it up, trust me I'm human! I know that I can screw something up, and I am more than welcome to feedback!
~Be a decent person, and what I mean by this is that try your best to respect others, in any circumstance, things like Racism, Sexism, Harrasment, and anything above and between will not be tolerated!
~Try your best at formatting at the very least, make your text understandable, if it helps, you can throw a little Tl;dr below that summarizes your actions, it'd make it easier for me to log everything that's happening, and it'd make it easier for everyone else!
~The Unspoken Rules otherwise known as, me being an idiot and forgetting to type out something important, this basically goes back to me being God, and the whole objection bit. Basically, once again, if it seems wrong, don't do it!
~This is Post Modern Tech! which means that it's a range of anything that currently exists, to things that aren't overly futuristic. (Flying cars, Giant Mech Suits, etc. Are NOT usable)
~Otherwise, the most important rule of course, andprobablythemostclichebutnevermindthat is to have fun! It's a world of possibilities, tomorrow is yours!

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Here's a link to the more detailed version

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Active Player List:

~(Ilaris)The Federation of Ilaris
~(Ben M) The Roman Empire
~(Pavlostani)Sayafid Caliphate
~(Garfunclia) Scandinavian Union
~(Quazin the Great) Ynoloc
~(Drakmah) The Phoenix Plains
~(Palakistan) The International Trade Syndicate (aka The Syndicate)
~(The Commonwealth of the South Pacific) The Imperium
~(The Danish Confederacy) The Republic of Georgia
~(Arcadial) The Kingdom of Arcadial
~(The Holy Dominion of Inesea) The Apostolic Empire of Rorik
~(Modern Europa)Latin American Military Union

Active Alliance List:

World Congress (UN Style alliance)

Members:
~Ilaris
~Arcadial
~The Danish Confederacy

The League of Roman Allies(LRA)[otherwise known as: If you don't join us you die]

Members:
~The Roman Empire
~The Imperium
~The Syndicate

The Dominion of Paradise(DoP)

Members:
~Scandinavian Union
~Sayafid Caliphate

Updates to Everything will occur at the following times (MTN)
7:30am
12:30pm (Sat-Sun)
3:40pm
5:30pm
7:30pm
9:30pm

[Ilaris]

~Caliphate City of Izmir wiped out by Napalm Bombs

~Rome is retreating out of Caliphate Territory

~UN Hosting a peace summit

~Scandinavia joins the DoP

~The drumbeats of war echo in Africa, and they reverb down to the South of the continent.

~The Syndicate is militarily arming itself

~The Imperium is beginning a land assault of The Caliphate

~Rorik is beginning it's own invasion of the Imperium, using the war as an excuse.

~Alliance between Ilaris and Arcadial is strengthened in preparation for the possibility of war.

[Ilaris]

Note: Edited it a bit to add a bit of National Flair

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Celes City
Counselor Avan Garth
8/27/25

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"Good Morning Sir! I've sent the files you requested on the overall state of the world to your tablet."
"Thanks Eva, you're dismissed"
"It's my pleasure"

Counselor, a term once used a long time ago to indicate someone who helped people, now it's used to describe the man who helps everyone in Ilaris... and in theory the world... how long will that meaning last? With the UC dissolving like paper in fire, it's only a matter of time until the Eastern Continents start to burn once again... I know we're going to be witnessing another war... we all do... at least... at least it won't be one that causes the end of everyone. Those 17 years of peace... it really was only the calm before the storm wasn't it?

I looked back over the reports again, GPS and Satellite imagery basically shows a huge build up on activity across the borders of the Sayafid and Rome... armies are taking their places on the board, and are once again re amassing all over the world, the Romans are probably itching for a chance at slaves from the Sayafid, and the Sayafid probably want something relative to their people's beliefs in Rome, something to research on Wikinatia... If I'm worried about anything, it's Ilaris... I don't want to be the one who drags us into war, and I especially don't want any of my people to lose their lives in some desperate gambit for power. War... War never changes... does it?

*sigh*

I'm going to have to bring our armed forces to DEFCON 3, and I'll probably have to address everyone's concerns... guess it's time to get a speech typed up, something to give the scores of message boards on the internet something to analyze. A priority conference on a closed channel with all of the advisory council will probably have to be put up on schedule. I shouldn't take too abrasive actions... yet, I'm going to have to saunter into this whole thing slowly... bit by bit.

Impact:
~Ilaris has been put in Defcon 3, Air force and Military is being put on alert

[Pavlostani]

Baghdad
The Sayafid Caliphate

Caliph Ali bin Abu Bakr al-Sayafid stood upon his balcony, staring sternly at the lands which he ruled. From the glittering deserts of Arabia to the mountains of Iran, Ali's power stretched across the lands of the Saracens. But in Ali's eyes, one could see the greed of a monarch, seeking more. Subconsciously, Ali's hand stretched out, towards the Levant, as he desired the holy lands usurped by the White Infidel in Rome. Turning away from the balcony, Ali strode into his palace where General Omar al-Haqim was waiting dutifully.

"General. Is Operation: RUSTAM ready for action?" He asked. Omar nodded.

"I have already briefed the troops on the plans. First, we destroy Rome, then we retake what is ours." Omar whispered fiercely. The two men walked through the palace, discussing battle plans.

"What is the potential that other major powers like the Scandinavian Union or the Federation of Ilaris get involved in this? This is supposed to be a quick and easy war, not another world war like the last one." Ali asked.

"The Scandinavians certainly represent a threat; they will not take any sort of aggressive actions on our part lightly. The Ynoloc and the Plainsmen are far to removed to pose a threat in the coming conflict. The wild card is the Federation. If Ilaris intervenes, we will potentially be facing war with the Roman Empire, the Scandinavian Union and the Federation of Ilaris and that is something we can not handle." Omar pointed out.

"Hmm." Ali muttered as they continued to walk. "It's a risk we'll have to take. The Scandinavians will never extend their forces beyond their own borders and the Federation is filled with glorified computer nerds and civil engineers. We must focus on our true enemy, the Romans." He said.

"You're quite right, although I fear what those 'computer nerds and civil engineers' might build to combat us." Omar pointed out.

"We'll deal with it if we have to. Now tell the troops. We begin soon." Ali assured the General.

[Ben M]

Rome
The Roman Empire

Imperator Marcus reclined on his lectus, picking delicately at his food. A wide assortment of traditional Roman cuisine lined the table and and a slave from some african province was drumming a pleasing beat. He sighed, lapsing in the life of luxury. The sweet aroma of the perfect city of the perfect nation wafted up to his nose. His dinner guests were all happy, he was wife was smiling at him with adoring eyes. Life was good. Even better, the Sayafid Caliphate would soon be crushed under the start of this years war campaigns. A soldier entered the rome, saluting with his left hand on his breast, and right hand raised in salute.

"Ave Caesar."

Marcus nodded the man into talking.

"Caesar. The 1st, 2nd, 4th, 10th, 12th, 14th, and 18th, legion are in position. Shall I give the orders?"

Marcus smiled and scooted upright. "Of course! Does Consul Julius lead the main force as requested? I understand he wanted to relegate those duties to his peer Primus?"

The soldier smiled. "Yes Caesar. Julius leads the 1st, 4th, and 10th into Turkey while the 12th and the 4th strike Syria."

Caesar smiled and nodded and the soldier left the room with another salute. The dinner guests looked at him expectantly, but all Marcus could do was smile.

Celes City
The Federation

Quintus squinted in the Arizonian sun. The heat beat down on him like in the desert of Carthago, the province he was governor of. However, Carthage was a beautiful place, blessed by the gods for beauty and lush crops. Seles City reminded him of a dump. He strode through the sandy city and resisted the urge to spit at everyone he saw. He made his way to the capitol. He had an urgent mission, recruitment. The LRA must grow, and Ilaris was the perfect nation to join. Strong, technological able, and intelligent. he hoped they would comply. His detachment of the praetorian guard paced behind him, weapons glinting in the sun. Please sweet tongued Apollo, grant me the wit and fortitude to treat with these barbarians.

[Ilaris]

Celes City
Counselor Avan Garth
8/27/25

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(Doing these in 3rd person from now on)
Garth jumped in his seat, almost spilling some Sarsparilla on him as Advisor Eva Kerrigan burst into his office.

"Sir! We've got a Roman Delegation that's just arrived, fully armored and everything! They've got some representative... Quintus I think his name was... they want to have a meeting with you!"

"Wait... what! Tell them they're going to have to wait for a minute, maybe send somebody down to host them, give them a bit of a welcome to Arizona, I need to get ready! I wasn't expecting anyone to show up!"

"Yes sir! Right away!"

"Godspeed!"

Garth took a moment to breathe, and take in what just happened.

"A Roman delegation, here and now. The Romans are, for the most part, a bit more mysterious than some of the other nations of the world. They aren't as easy to gather intelligence on, considering how they prefer to rely a whole deal less on computers and general technology... almost backwards. But that doesn't mean anything when your on the opposite end of one of their high explosive crossbows... or was it ballista?" Garth thought to himself

"I have to remember my main objective here, staying neutral, I'm not picking sides... time to don the attire of a Counselor. I just hope the Sayafid didn't decided to make a surprise appearance as well... then this will turn into hell"

Effects: A meeting is being set up to welcome the Romans inside the capitol building of the New Arizona Sector

[Ben M]

Celes City
Arizona

Quintus squinted into the sun as what seemed like an official party showed up. He gave the customary Roman salute, hand on heart, hand in air.

"Ave" he said, sneer audible in his voice, and visible in his face. "I come from Rome. I am here on behalf of the LRA. We are commissioning you to join. The Sayafids have gone to far this time. Now I wish to speak to your Imperator, Garth, yes?" the unnatural name of the barbarian slid off his tongue like oil from water. The Gaurds behind him pulled up short, arms held in salute. They had the classic roman insignia on their Kevlar breast plates. SPQR was painted in the imperial purple. Their Standard Issue Gladius guns were Pointed to the sky. Their plumed helmets showed the Roman dignity. They were praetorian guard, best of the best. It was a real mark of honor to be awarded them. "Well, Can I see Imperator Garth?"

Judean province
Consul Julius wiped his brow as sweat trickled down his forehead. He watched as the main column drove forward and neared the Sayafid border. The eagle bearer drove past him. He looked to the gloryious eagle, mounted high on the Chairot, the Roman model of modern Tank. He scanned the horizon from his armored truck. He radioed out,

"Eagles, are you above us?" He was answered by the Jets flying over and a response of Yes. The main column was now pushing forward even faster. War was brewing. He wondered how Primus was handling the senate. Primus was a real hawk, and recently the hawks had been taking over the floor. No doubt the emperor helped that. Julius himself was a dove. He of course knew that rome could crush the seafood, but what then? He couldn't hold it, no one could. Radical Islam was a force to reckon with. Still, dulcet et decorum ext, pro patria mori. With that though he shifted into drive and pushed on.

Stockholm,
Sweden
Tertius stepped off the diplomatic ship, shivering. It was far too cold. Way too cold. His praetorian guard fell in line as he strode down the gangplank. Thank Neptune we made it safely, although I nearly barfed.. He turned his head up high and began pacing the streets. These barbarians were descended from the Germans who defeated Varus, and smashed three legions. He was well aware of this. Incidentally a golden eagle was carried by a slave behind him, some runner boy from Gaul, a big lad of 17 or so. AS they paced down the streets he resisted the urge to order men about. His family came from a long line, and he was used to people treating him with the respect he deserved, the barbarians paid him no mind. He pulled out his phone and got it to give him directions to the largest administrative building for the government. There at least were politicians, men of his own blood, though their blood was far filthier.

[Drakmah]

Harkage Arena, Commander Xerses

Snap He smiled.

It pulsed in his hands, the scabbed and blistered flesh of his hands wrapping around the beating muscle. His eyes slowly panned to the mans face, the color draining from his face as blood foamed out of his mouth and onto his arm. He stood motionless, allowing the crowds cheers to soak in as he once again secured his position as Commander. Soon the lump of now useless muscle stilled and he squeezed it together, blood pouring from it onto the ground.

He placed his other hand on the dead mans shoulder, slowly pulling his arm out from the chest of his opponent. He had been challenged by this poor excuse for a fighter when he had entered the Arena, his reputation for winning events such as these having gotten around. It was a normal occurrence, and he felt no remorse as he pushed his dead corpse to the ground before wiping his hands on his pants to remove the blood. He could hear the sound of gun fire from the stands, the bullets flying into the air in their own celebration of his meaningless victory.

"Another fallen." Said a younger voice, a hand patting him on the shoulder. "You know if you keep this up we wont have anyone left in the Phoenix."

Xerxes afforded him a simple nod and a grunt, not really feeling up to idle banter. The younger man laughed and gave him a light shove, most likely wandering off to trade for some food or a girl, either way he would be found in some deep crevice of the arena, either alone or with unsavory company.

Once he reached the exit to the arena he was greeting by the war chants of the men he still held power over. None of them had any doubt he would lose and even if he did they would probably just kill the one who had defeated him. He panned the crowd, spotting a few severed heads among the mass of loaded guns and rusty blades.

Hmm, blood always stains the sands. Nothing will ever change that. He thought to himself with a gruff smile. He stepped forward and greeted his band of fighters with shouts of similar volume to them, the group as a whole traveling off to drive in circles for no reason other than it was amusing. He glanced back at the entrance, his smile returning as he saw his younger comrade with his arm around some unlucky broad, her face one of fake approval, a face he had seen many times.

Harkage Arena, Unknown

"As i said, he's very effective." The woman said, her voice somewhat muffled by the white wraps around her face, the same style of attire surrounding her whole body in the form of many light weight clothes layered on top of each other. The man who sat next to her nodded and smiled, his hands reaching over to take of drink of clean water, something that was more of a luxury than one might think.

"Find him when he is finished with his celebrations, something i know will take some time. Once you catch alone give him this and warn him against sharing it's contents with those who would work against us with them should they obtain this." He handed her an envelope, something that was more commonly used as the presence of advanced communication was severely lacking. She nodded and took the envelope, tucking it away within the layers of her robes. She stepped up onto the side of the box that contained them, her eyes falling back to the man in the chair. She gave a quick nod before dropping from the gap in the wall that served as a window, the sound of a neat roll barely audible over the noise of the arena. The man in the chair took another sip of water before leaning back in his chair, smiling as he drank.

"This should turn out quite nicely."

[Pavlostani]

Pontic Mountains
Anatolia
The Sayafid Caliphate

Abu was a commoner from Beirut who had made the mistake of murdering a cleric when he was down on his luck. He had spent time in a labor camp in the ar-Rub' al-Khali for his crime. His days in the camp, he had found God after almost dying of SARS. Rather than feel bitterness about his time in prison, he left with a new purpose in life: to bring justice to the enemies of Caliph Ali al-Sayafid. Carrying a standard issue assault rifle issued by the army, Abu had risen to the position of captain and was well regarded by his subordinates and superiors alike for his religious fervor, with full knowledge of his past. General Omar had assigned him to the Pontic Mountains, assuring him that he was being assigned a position of utmost importance.

"Men, we have orders to fortify these passes. Supplies will come in by helicopter once a week, in the mean time, try not to binge eat. We have enough food until the next shipment, so make it last. We have these fancy Federation tablets that purify the water. I want you to try to conserve them but at the same time, stay hydrated. Nasser, Abdullah, you two get to work setting up the howitzers, while you Ibrahim, distribute the rifles and ammunition. For you riflemen, we've got enough for sixty rounds each, we can request more via radio. Ruhollah, scout the area. Somewhere around here are fortifications; they're camouflaged with foliage. Find them and point them out to us. The rest of you, wait here until we find the fortifications." Abu ordered.

Damascus
Sayafid Caliphate

The Mausoleum of Saladin is a site of tremendous importance to the Sayafid people, as well as a popular tourist site, generating significant revenue in the tourism industry every year. Abdul waited in his car at a red light to drive towards the Mausoleum. An hour ago, he had received a text saying "Your sister is having a baby," the code he had been trained to recognize for this mission. The light changed to green, and Abdul drove forward, headed towards the Mausoleum.

Upon arriving, Abdul parked near the entrance of the Mausoleum, and left his car. He began to walk away just as a school group arrived at the Mausoleum with the imam in charge of their madrassa detailing the history of Saladin. Abdul felt a twinge of guilt in what he was about to do, but realized that it was necessary for God and the Caliph. He strode well away from the Mausoleum before pulling out his phone and staring at it for a minute. With an utterance of "Bismallah", he tapped the touch screen. An explosion rumbled in the distance, towards the Mausoleum, followed by the sounds of screams and sirens.

[Garfunclia]

Reykjavik, Iceland
The Scandinavian Union

Prime Minister Nils Olav stood at the front of the balcony of the Minister Retreat Home. He gazed with wide eyes at the dark blue, post midnight sky. He took in a breath. The cold, crisp air of the early hours of the life of a new day filled his lungs. He looked down to his wrist, his white gold Swiss watch telling him the time. One o'clock. Just another half hour more. He looked back up to the night sky, it still just an empty black canvas waiting to be filled.

He thought for a moment. Thought about the recent elections which put his party in power, which put him in control of one of the only bastion's of freedom in this ever more turbulent world. He sighed. He wondered what the next day would bring. What fate may come of the free peoples of the Scandinavian Union. Would there be another invasion attempt at the borders? There hadn't been one for many months. An unusually long wait for another raid attempt. Tensions have been building in the Middle East. It seems they always are. Even in his dreams he doesn't seem to be able to escape from that. If only there could be peace again. If only there could be harmony like there was before the Great War. He sighed.

He gazed down again at his watch. It read 1:30 AM. He looked up. The tapestry of night was no longer blank. He watched in awe as shimmering waves of green and blue light slowly danced across the night sky. He smiled to himself. This, this is what he had been waiting to see. It had been far too long since he gazed upon the beauty of the Aurora Borealis.

Suddenly, he was thrown from his state of awe by the sharp ringing of his cellphone. He reached into his pocket and looked at his phone. It was Defense Minister Harald Gormsson. He took one last, quick look at the northern lights, and sighed. Nothing lasts forever. He answered the call.

"Prime Minister Olav, this is Harald. We need you back in Stockholm immediately. Intelligence has picked up a large embarkment of Roman troops. We do not know at this time where they are headed. We must discuss this more in person. I'll see you here."

Nils sighed. He looked back at the sky. The lights were gone. Fitting. He headed back inside the building, and picked his suitcase up off the bed. He always kept a suitcase packed whenever he went somewhere. It's not uncommon for him to have to leave somewhere in a hurry. He headed down the spiral stairs, and headed out the door, the airport his destination.

Stockholm, Sweden
The Scandinavian Union

Prime Minister Nils stepped out of the airport. He looked at his watch. 3:30 AM, in the Swedish timezone. He headed to the House of Parliament to meet with the Defense Minister. He headed into the back door, prepared for a long, all night discussion.

Instead, he was greeted to the sight of the visibly pissed off Defense Minister having a heated debate with a Roman diplomat and his guards, who just happened to waltz uninvited into the seat of the government of the Scandinavian Union. He saw a someone walking toward the Romans, lugging a heavy, pure gold eagle to compliment the Roman delegation. Nils pursed his lips angrily. How audacious of them to bring a slave into the capital of the Scandinavian Union. Nils, although more than a little bit irritated, raised a hand to signal for peace. He walked up next to Defense Minister Harald, and addressed the Romans.

"Please excuse the Defense Minister, as you can probably understand, we did not exactly have a forward notice of your arrival, nor did we know that you would be bringing an enslaved man through the streets of our capital to carry a, frankly, more than unnecessarily large and heavy symbol of the Roman government, when a mere pin on your tunics would've been enough. But never mind that, I assume you didn't come all this way for us to argue about who is truly the barbaric nation. Please, tell us, what is it that you have come to discuss?"

[Ilaris]

Romans are quite impressive, and very much intimidating... Garth wasn't the least bit excited to deal with them, one miss step and you could have a sword down your throat. Thankfully, according to the adviser trailing him, they complied to having their weapons confiscated, even then though... they probably had a blade somewhere... Garth approached the door, assuming a more professional stance, and entered into the conference room. A large, oval table made of granite stood in the center of the room, it almost acted like a barrier between him and the other party... something he may or may not have to consider changing. Even the warm colors of their tunics could not hide the cold and dread of the head of the Roman Delegation... Quintus... Garth took his seat.

"Hello! Welcome to Ilaris, pardon me keeping you, it's just that you came so unan-"

"I have no time for pleasantries Ilarian, I've already had enough of my time wasted by your errand boy" Quintus said with a cold demeanor, cutting off Garth

Garth eyed the receptionist, young lady, somewhere around her early 20s, she was clearly shaken up by whatever had happened earlier. Trying to maintain a cool composure, Garth continued on with the meeting.

"Yes... Yes of course, now, please tell me, what it was you wished to see me about?"

"Ceaser extends his official invitation to join the League of Roman Allies, in an effort to remove the profligates of this world that stand in the path of progress. Your nation, with it's technological might, would be a great advantage that Ceaser has wish of putting to use. Should you accept this offer, Imperator, then the future of your nation is as bright as Sol itself. However, if you should choose to decline this gift Ceaser has so graciously extended to you, I cannot guarantee our next meeting will be so... how should I put it? Friendly..." Quintus said with a tall and demanding presence.

"Thank you, for... alerting me to... this offer of Ceaser's... I need a moment to discuss with my advisory council about their thoughts on this proposal."

"Democracy is such a tedious and inefficient form of government, perhaps this alliance may be able to teach your government a more improved way of thinking, very well, do as you will, but know this, war is coming, and your soldiers will fight in the end... pick your enemies well"

Garth left the room, closing the door behind him... once again taking a deep breath...

[Palakistan]

Singapore, Headquarters of The Syndicate

Derrick Chee sat outside, listening to the busy sounds of Singapore. He wondered over the day's events, processing what step The Syndicate will take. He knew what the other board members wanted, particularly Abelardo Fanuco and Addington Jommein. They were pushing for a immediate signing with the Roman Empire. Others, such as Tuah Ishak, wished to negotiate with the Scandinavians, possibly to join their "Free People's" alliance. Derrick was personally called by Ynolok ambassadors in the prospects of a alliance. Chee knew as well as anyone in the Board that joining any nation in a military pact would force them to throw away The Syndicates assets in the country that they allied with. Chew just hoped it was worthwhile.

On the border of the Israeli province and Syria

Aleen hid behind a curtain. It was late afternoon, and the drop was about to begin. Aleen moved into postion, sitting comfortably on a chair, feet up on the table before him. He reminded himself of the tell tale sign that it was the right man; he would ask for a light, and Aleen would deny it. The man would then say he was of the vermin of Kilamanjaro. That would confirm. Strange, Aleen knew. But that's how it worked in the SIA.

TL;DR:
Chee ponders over alliances with nations
Informant in Israel gives the SIA (Syndicate Intelligence Agency) information about troop movements

[The Commonwealth of the South Pacific]

Rome
Arthur stepped off the stairs of his private jet and landed on the rough tarmac. He hastily raised his hand over his eyes as the bright mediterranean sun beat down on him. He started walking towards the Roman reception building and turned to see his chief of security jogging to catch up.
"Hello Ragnar" he called as the bear man caught up "how's the crew, tell the rest of the guards we are moving to the embassy ASAP."
The bear man stopped and saluted the short diplomat "Sir the crew is good and the guards will be ready in a few minutes." Arthur looked and saw the Bear men get out of his jet, they quickly assembled on the tarmac with their glinting flak armour and bulky machine guns. They started walking up to him as one of the embassy's car's pulled up in front of him. He got into the car and relaxed as the air conditioner blew cool air onto his face. He looked at the driver and saw that he was a man from one of the Roman african provinces 'Driver take me to the embassy" Arthur looked back and saw his guards climb into a van that was following them.

[Palakistan]

Off the coast of Morroco

The captain looked out at the Alantic ocean. He smiled. "Scot free." He muttered to himself. The captain looked around the ship. He saw the crewmen, silently working at their daily tasks. Little did they know what was below. He barely saw the coastline of Morocco in the distance. The cap went into the belly of the ship, searching through the cargo bay, until he found it. The captain popped off the box and looks inside to reveal a Ballistica from the Roman Empire, as shining as can be. He sat down on a nearby chair, removing his outer Plains clothing to sit comfortably. He gazed upon the Ballistica and wondered why the SIA wanted him to wear this Phoenix Plains style clothing. "Whatever, it'll be only a couple hours." He silently thought to himself. The captain continued to gaze upon the Ballistica until he heard a horn blast in the distance. He immediately arose and ran to the top deck where he was greeted by a Roman Empire Naval vessel. After letting out a string of unpleasant words he commanded the skipper to raise the flag of the Phoenix Plains. Thoughts were rolling in his head: How did they find me? I thought the Roman Army warehouse manager was a safe asset? The captain strained to think of any missteps. He went over his arrival in Athens, his meeting with the warehouse manager where he then stole the Ballistica. His departure. Maybe it was the crew? Another horn blasted out and someone over a loudspeaker was telling him to slow down, and prepare to be boarded.

10 hours earlier, Athens

The warehouse manager walked away from the Roman consulates office. He went and grabbed a taxi home. As he sat in the car, he opened the envelope containing 50,000 SD in cash, from the Director of the SIA himself. The warehouse manager laughed, knowing the Romans would soon find the Captain and his Ballistica.

TL; DR
Warehouse manager, a SIA informant, gives a captain, a SIA operative, a Ballistica. The warehouse manager in turn is told by the SIA to alert the local Consulate that a certain Phoenix Plains captain on a certain ship has stolen a Ballistica. The captain has no identification but has a home in the Plains under his name, meaning the Romans can tie him to the Plains.

[Ben M]

Western Syria

Julius and his soldier pushed on past the border. It was here that he signaled a main column halt. The Balistae were brought to the front.

"I want all but 3 Ballistae bombarding Damascus prior to our invasion. The remaining three should bombard the mountains, where we suspect Sayafid bases.. I want as little resistance until we get to Damscus as possible. It will feel good to rename Damascus in honor of our Augustus! 3 Cohorts stay to guard here."

The ballistae aimed accordingly. The first bombardment fired within seconds. "Keep moving!" the order passed along and the troops filed forward. The dust rose up, clouding his vision as he passed through. The ground shook as the second volley fired. Rome was swhoing no mercy.

Northern Turkey

Legatus Caelus sighed as the shelling of Ankara began. At this time Izmir would have already been hit by the 2nd and 14th. They would have landed and swept into the city, taking it quickly. His job, however, meant trekking across the mountains, with a large force of 2000 men, comprised of the 12th and 18th. After taking Izmir the 2nd and 14th were to join up with him as they pushed south and eventually met up with the Consul Julius. From there they were to hold territory and wait for reinforcements from the 5th, 6th, 8th, 9th, 13th, and 15th legion. The 13th and 15th were already in Judea and were following Julius to make sure he wasn't flanked. The volleys from his ballista fired, and he snapped out of it. Giving the order to move out his long force snaked forward.

Stockholm,
Sweden

Tertius clenched his teeth and visibly had to calm himself. The barbarian not only insulted the Golden Roman Standard, he dared insinuate that Rome was no longer free.

"If my slave Felix offends your delicate sense I can send him back to the ship." He clapped and the slave nodded and slammed the Golden Eagle down before departing back to the ship.

"This Eagle is a sign of Rome's friendship. We offer it to you, provided you join us and the Imperium in allegiance. The League of Roman Allies needs nations, and yours would be most wise to join." He glanced around the house of parliament distastefully. "This is a one time offer. The world is moving fast, and Rome finds itself at the center of it. You would be wise to stay close to the center." He smiled, flashing his teeth in an unimposing way. "Now, if I may ask, can quarters be arranged for us? The ship is mighty uncomfortable, however gracious Neptune may be."

[Garfunclia]

Stockholm, Sweden
The Scandinavian Union

Prime Minister Nils spoke. "We are aware the world is changing quickly, and, however different our ideologies may be, let it be known that the Scandinavian Union is not ignorant. We are fully aware of the power the the Roman Empire wields, and, frankly, the idea of a drawn out war does not sit well in the stomachs of the people. However, this is not a decision that we can make simply. Democracy, while effective, does make lawmaking a much lengthier process. Parliament will need to vote on whether to hold a referendum or not. Given that this is a major decision, Parliament would not feel comfortable making this decision without the consent of the people. If they vote for joining in the referendum, we will discuss all the final details at a later date, preferably in neutral territory like-"

Defense Minister Harald interrupted. "Well, I don't mean to sound rude or anything, but it's pretty much four in the morning and we haven't slept at all and frankly I don't feel the need argue with anyone right now."

The Defense Minster reached into his pocket and handed Tertius a card. "That card is valid for a week, and it will allow you to stay for free at any hotel in Stockholm. Just look up a hotel online and show the person at the desk the card. You and your delegation will be permitted to stay in the penthouse. Come back here tomorrow, preferably sometime after 12, and we'll discuss the details."

The Defense Minister grabs Nils by the arm and leads him to the door to the residential chambers. He yells without looking back to the delegation. "Have a good night!"

When Nils and Harald were behind the doors of the residential chambers, Nils spoke. "Wow, I hope they were feeling okay. They we're so uncharacteristically friendly."

The Defense Minister grunts. "Unfortunately so. I've been itching for a good argument."

[Pavlostani]

Ankara
The Sayafid Caliphate

Selim was the acting commander of the Ankara garrison. Upon strolling into the headquarters, Selim received an STU call.

"Ankara base here." He picked up the phone.

"This is General Omar." A voice came through.

"Sir." Selim responded.

"We're receiving disturbing reports from satellite imagery. There appears to be large contingents of unidentified units entering your area. Recommending that you send out an AWACS so we can see clearer." Omar said.

"Yes sir." Selim turned away, and yelled to the flight control operator, "Send out an AWACS to run a routine scan around the city."

"If it is indeed a Roman attack, I encourage you to evacuate who you can now and hunker down. They won't enter the city until you surrender. Until then, do what you can with what you've got. Omar out." The General said.

"Alright people, we're about to have an interesting experience." Selim said, just as the first shell fell on Ankara.

Baghdad

Abdul's bloodied and horribly misshapen face was shoved in front of a camera.

"What is your name?" General Omar demanded.

"Septimis Hortensis." Abdul moaned through the pain. He gritted his teeth; his pain was for the glory of God and the Caliph.

"Where were you yesterday at 4:30 PM?" Omar asked.

"The Mausoleum of Saladin." Abdul groaned.

"And what was your business there?" Omar asked.

"I detonated my car as a bomb." Abdul said truthfully.

"Why did you do such a thing?" Omar demanded.

"I am a Roman spy. I was ordered to." Abdul lied. Omar nodded, and looked at the camera.

"There you have it. The cowards in Rome felt it necessary to bomb a group of children to fulfill their irrational hatred of us. From me to the world, I ask you, what say you about the bastards in Rome? How can you be content to allow their abuses to extend to the murder of children and innocent Sayafid citizens. Think on their sins." Omar demanded and the cameraman took the camera off.

"And, that's a wrap." He said. Omar and Abdul nodded.

"Let's get you cleaned up, and your face changed. Put this on." Omar passed a keffiyah over to Abdul, who nodded his thanks.

"You've done a great service for us today. Don't think to hard on it." He added.

Izmir
The Sayafid Caliphate

From a beautiful city on the Mediterranean Coast with the third most people of any of the Sayafids' Anatolian cities, one might expect white beaches and cute little streets winding through flats and shops: an ideal tourist destination. Izmir was slightly less ideal to Majid who cowered on the second floor of a building as fighting took place outside. A satellite image of the coming enemy attack was misinterpreted as a merchant fleet and the VTOLs and aircraft were indistinguishable from the water due to the poor quality of satellite imaging.

The Romans were the craziest bastards that ever waged war. No sane enemy would ever attack a city, let alone a city as large as Izmir. General Javadi had merely grinned upon hearing that the Romans meant do do urban warfare and prepared to grind their armies. Peeking outside of the window, Majid saw a Roman fireteam advancing down the street. Taking aim at who was clearly the officer, Majid fired his semi-automatic rifle and struck the man in the head. From in the street, hands holding guns popped out of shops, opening fire on the team and slaughtering it.

Around the city, the Sayafid garrison was making full use of Izmir. Overhead, an AWACS bird and a squadron air-superiority fighters patrolled the skies, targetting and destroying VTOLs or any sort of aircraft trying to land troops around Izmir. Narlidere district was cut off from the rest of the city and combat operations were centered around Majid's building, which was being called the Grinder, in which a collection of mortars, snipers, explosives, and Qur'ans were keeping Roman troops from making success in taking the Grinder.

[Ben M]

Izmir
Turkey

Tribune Salvius stared at the city of Izmir. Planes were roaring overhead. His ship touched down in the main harbor and he stepped off. He heldd a tablet that was using satellite imagery and UAV to give enemy position approximations. He cussed. There wasn't supposed to be a garrison here. Growling he signaled for the battleships to being bombarding the city. His troops hadn't made it very far so they weren't in much risk. The shells from the ships dropped down and slammed the city. He heard anti aircraft fire coming from behind him as the nearby ships tried to cut down on air resistance. His own planes were getting hammered. The heavy transport ships touched down. Chariot tanks rolled out. One fired, leveling a nearby building. They did have the element of surprise, and the Sayafid had fallen back to a specific building. That was the problem though, they were barricading themselves in. Putting himself into the comms of the battle he heard his Legionaries shouting. A whole company had been gunned down and the progress of invasion had slowly grinded to a halt. A deadly street was was breaking out. The Legionaries were shouting.

"TACITE OMNIA" he shouted. The comms fell silent. "Pull back to a fortified position. We siege the city. Surround the Sayafid, we outnumber them. We just need to secure the rest of the city. From there we can slowly get rid of them."

He heard a chorus of battlecries and the positions changed. The main force avoided the Sayafid, leaving a sniper force and a heavy shock force to keep the Sayafids pinned down. The rest pushed out into the rest of the city. Slowly but surely the air battle evened out as more and more planes launched from the carriers, and the Anti-air started to do some magic.

Stockholm,
Sweden

Tertius stared blankly at his card. He looked at his guards who shrugged. "Well, go get Felix and the others. We need to find a hotel. I'm not walking." The guards nodded and ran off, returning in about 10 minutes with a litter and 6 slaves, Felix included. Tertius sat, relaxing as they made their way down the nighttime streets toward the nearest Hotel. When they arrived a guard went in showing the card. As promised they were offered the suite. Tertius smiled, at least he would receive some comfort, barbarian as it may be.

[Ilaris]

Celes Military Command and Control Center
Commander Issac York
8/28/15

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"Commander! We've got a situation"
"What is it Mr. Hal?"
"Sir! Orbital Station 9 is picking up multiple explosions occurring in and around the Caliphate city Izmir!"
"Conformation of Scenario Delta-427?"
"Yes sir!"
"My God... they're really doing it... I want a live view of the battle on the tactical display table, I also want a full analysis possible of the battle, we need to know and watch everything that happens. IF possible, deploy a stealth drone to give us a clear situational analysis."
"Right away Commander!"
"And get me Counselor Garth on a secure line now!"
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Celes Governmental Building - Meeting Room
Counselor Garth
8/28/15

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"The Romans are powerful! We have to consider all of the benefits of allying with them!" stated Economics Adviser Harold Saxon
"But they are bunch of savage slavers! The Caliphate is a nation that could use our help, and an alliance with them would be just as beneficial if not more so!" Argued Foreign Adviser Amy Williams
"I say we should just remain neutral, the combined strength of both us and Arion is more than enough to keep our borders safe from attack." said Internal Affairs Adviser Mickey Jones
"What about the Nordic countries? Or the Ynoloc, or even the African Tribes? Heck, even that 'syndicate' is out there too, perhaps we can reinvite them back to the United Congress, form back the union we had during the era of peace. We could then strong arm the Romans and Caliphates to end their war." stated Time and Space adviser John Smith
Counselor Garth stood up "Listen, all of you, there are so many options we could take, but what we should do is try to avoid as much conflict and bloodshed humanly, or otherly possible! Mr. Smith, your idea was-"
"Mr. Counselor!" Piped in Aide Eva
"Yes, what is it?"
"Sir, Commander York is on priority channel one, he wants to speak with you as soon as possible!"
"Put him through"

The large holo-projector, one of the latest marvels of technological achievement, beamed to light, as the image of a veteran shimmered into view.

"Sir, we have conformation, code red."
"It's begun... send the Roman Delegation back, tell them that we're remaining neutral, now, Mr. Smith, I'd like to talk with you about your very brilliant idea. The rest of you are dismissed!"

[The Commonwealth of the South Pacific]

Crimea
Ukraine

Admiral Spartus gazed at the fleet as the Frostwolf Shock troops marched aboard the Amphibious Assault Ships, followed by their Rorkgard Bearmen Heavy Infantry counterparts and finally by the 2nd and 3rd Human Legions. He finished looking at them and returned to the bridge. As he entered it a ensign rushed onto the bridge and started speaking "Sir all troops are on board and ready to set sail" the ensign said panting for breath.
"Roger that.." he said while scanning the ensign's shirt for a name "Simon, go tell the crew we are leaving port in 5" the Admiral responded.

"Sir yes Sir" he hastily said before running down the hall to tell the crew.

The Admiral turned to his bridge staff and said "Commence Operation Scarlet Vanguard."
The Black Sea
Artium sat in his cockpit and watched the activity on the runway as he went through his preflight checks. He sighed as he and his wingman rattled off the checks. As he finished he grinned as the advanced HUD of his new helmet lit up "Hey Jinta, where did we get these new helmets from" he asked her as he activated the thrusters on the bottom of their Gryphon Fighter-Bomber.
"I was talking to Zarkun about them the other day, apparently they are based off some Federation Tech we discovered a few years back." she responded.
"Damn, if this tech is from a few years back I wouldn't want to see what they have now." he replied as the thrusters levitated them slowly. He slowed the thrusters as they reached the point above the AMBAF (Aquatic Military Base and AirField, Imagine a huge oil rig turned into a military base, add multiple helipads, runways and some defense turrets then it'll look a bit like that). Artium slowly changed the angle of the thrusters and they zoomed off followed by multiple squadrons of Gryphons to help support the Roman forces in the Caliphate.

TL;DR
The Imperium invasion fleet sets off from Crimea
Several squadrons of the new Gryphon fighter bombers set off from a Imperium AMBAF to help support the Roman forces as CAS.

[Garfunclia]

The Arena
The Phoenix Plains

Foreign Ambassador Eirik rode around the Sahara on the back of his trusted camel Gudrun. He squinted in a futile attempt to see any sort of landmark in the rolling dunes under the scorching orange sun. His throat felt like sandpaper, the sweat rolled down his body in torrents. He thinks back to his decision of dress before he came here. A full suit was definitely not the best choice for the desert. He looked ahead again, this time putting his hand above his eyes in an attempt to ward off the light. In the distance he saw something. It looked to be a palm tree. Looks like an oasis.

He headed on further, for what felt like many miles. As he got closer, he noticed what appeared to be a large, mud brick structure near the oasis. He headed on further, until he saw what appeared to be a large group of people standing outside of the structure. Eirik smiled. This is what he had came here for. He has no clue if this is actually the government or not, but he traveled all this way so he may as well try. All his life he had been learning the language of the Plains people, and now, he finally has a chance to test out his skill in a diplomatic meeting with the government of the Phoenix Plains. He walks up to the group of people, smiles, waves, and starts speaking in the Phoenician language.

"Hello, good people. I am Foreign Ambassador Eirik, on a formal mission sanctioned by the government of the Scandinavian Union in an attempt to establish peaceful diplomatic relations between our two nations. It has been said by many great philosophers throughout the ages that the best way to ensure the survival of a nation is to be friends with your neighbors, just as in a neighborhood how one, if in trouble, could rely on their trusted neighbor to help them from the situation. With that being said, I extend the hand of the Scandinavian Union to shake the hand of your great empire, and I hope that the two of our peoples can coexist in a more perfect harmony than there had been before the Great War. I formally propose constructing embassies for each of our nation's in each others capital cities, so that our nations can stand up against the many enemies we both have in the world, and so that we can formally help one another as neighbors, lending our garden hose to one another to assist with putting out each others fire, so that both nations may rise from the ashes left over, reborn as a phoenix would, the sacred animal of your nation. I extend my hand, and the hand of the Scandinavian Union, in the hopes that you will shake it."

With that, he smiles, and he extends his right hand.

Tsen
The Ynoloc

Foreign Ambassador Rolf Yngve drove around the streets of the metropolitan capital city of the Ynoloc. Due to budget restrictions, and an under lack of enthusiasm by Parliament to set up formal diplomatic relations with a nation this far from the SU, Rolf was not authorized to use a an official government vehicle. However, he did purchase a Pre-Great War North American Ice Cream truck through the Syndicate, and he modified it to play the SU national anthem constantly, and got it a custom paint job with the SU flag on its side. He was proud of his vehicle, as unofficial as it may seem. It was a labor of love, along with a steady workout of his wallet. He drove through the traffic for another five minutes, until he made it to the parking garage for the headquarters of the government of the Ynoloc.

He parked his van, got out, and took the elevator up to the lobby. He spoke to the being behind the reception desk, and informed them of his status as a diplomat and politely asked to speak with a Ynoloci Foreign Ambassador, in the hopes of establishing formal diplomatic relations between the two nations. He waited patiently for the response.

[Drakmah]

Harkage Arena

Whistling

By no means could the uncultured tune that the illiterate bandit was whistling be heard over the roar of the engine, his prize vehicle tearing across the sands, spewing it up in a cloud behind him. He had stolen a few tanks of gas a few minutes ago and was enjoying the ride. As smoke poured from his tailpipe, mixing into the clouds of sand, he swung the spiked wheel of his four wheeler and pushed the tail end of the vehicle into a spin so that it rounded around the raised dune. With a push from his foot and the sound of metal on metal the engine came to life like never before, rocketing the jury rigged truck towards the arena.

The truck itself was made from assorted metal sheets, all welded onto the base more sloppily than normal. Coating the sides of the vehicle were bolts and screws of varying sizes, all put in to make sure the car didn't fall apart. He had put it together back in his shop, building the entire engine from scrap. He had started over 5 years ago, collecting materials from flaming car wrecks and other destroyed salvage areas. He had spray painted his own design on it as well, his insignia that he placed on everything he made.

He looked out over the dunes and saw the arena in the distance, shouting out a cry of triumph.

"HERE I COME BOYS!"

His voice wouldn't be heard over the noises of the arena but his cry was for himself, loving the thrill of the drive. He reached back and pulled on the rope that was attached to the mounted machinegun on the back of his truck, the chugging sound of bullets flying coming from behind him as the ammo rained into his seat. Smoke, sand, and bullets all around him, his favorite things.

Harkage Arena

"Wait what?...." Said one of the people standing in the group outside of the Arena, just starring at the man who was holding out his hand. None of them had been able to comprehend any of what the strange looking man in the black clothes had said, they all looked around at each other, not really sure what to do.

Suddenly the sound of a V8 engine and the slow chugging of a machine gun could be heard as a large truck flew over the dunes. It was almost impossible to miss, the shouting of the man behind the drivers seat barely audible over the many sounds the vehicle was making. Metal rattled and fire spewed from the tail pipe as the monster spit sand and bullets onto the ground. No one actually noticed it, just continuing to stare at the man who was holding his hand out. After a while one of them stepped forward and smacked the diplomat on the head with his hand, not very hard as he had spent this time preparing some semblance of a comeback because he was too incompetent to understand anything the man had said.

"That sentence had to many syllables, APOLOGIZE!" He roared, happy as he was quite sure he had used every word correctly. Directly after the man finished the large truck with the machine gun firing came seemingly out of nowhere as none of them had been paying attention, plowing the entire truck directly into the man in the black clothing. He left as loudly and quickly and he came, leaving the small group silent.

Finally they erupted into shouts and cheers, loving the spectacle that they had all just witnessed. Eventually it died down and one of them poked his head out and looked around, a very confused look on his face.

"Wait, where did he go?"

They didn't bother to find the body, only looking around for the severed limbs that were left. One of said limbs was still covered in the suit pants, the pocket containing a small electronic device. None of them knew hoe to work it but after banging it on the head of one of the group members, effectively knocking him out, the small device began to make a sound similar to a phone ringing, not that they would know that either.

On the coast

Two men were standing on the beach, one of them holding a large rocket launcher while the other held several rockets. While they weren't there for any specific purpose other than to blow stuff up they hoped to have a fun time even if nothing presented themselves.

"Hey, lemme use the damn thing, you cant hit shit anyways."

"Hey shut the fuck up, or ill shove this so far up your ass itll come out your mouth."

The man holding the rockets scowled and looked away, looking out over the ocean. Soon he squinted, looking closer as he saw a boat that was flying the flag that looked kinda like their flag. He smacked his friend in the shoulder and pointed out to the boat.

"Lets blow that up!" He said in excitement.

"Fuck yeah." His companion said, pointing the launcher out towards the boat. After a few seconds of aiming he pulled the trigger, a large plume of smoke pouring out the back as the rocket shot out of the front, flying out towards the boat. While they couldn't see how close it got, they did see the yellow glare of the rocket disappear and the boat continue on.

"Ha! You fucking missed!" The one with the rockets said, almost falling over laughing.

"Shut it, not like you could do better."

"Yeah i could."

With that the one holding the rockets tossed them into the sand and pushed the front of the barrel in a mocking fashion. Unfortunately, the other wasn't expecting it, the barrel whirling around and smacking him in the face, knocking him out. What no one expected was that the back end of the rocket launcher would also spin around, smacking the other in the back of the head. With that both men collapsed onto the ground, the launcher falling on top of the rockets and setting one of them off, killing them both.

[The Commonwealth of the South Pacific]

Near Istanbul/Constantinople, Northern Turkey
Admiral Spartus watched as the Amphibious Assault ships launched the smaller RHIBs. Overhead multiple Gryphons engaged the Caliphate defenses while the Leviathan Dreadnoughts bombarded the shore with their multiple cannons and missile launchers. Admiral Spartus looked and saw the RHIBs landed and their occupants disembarked. The Lupine Shock Troops sprinted up the beach, twisting and turning to avoid enemy fire, as they ran they opened fire on the defenses with their Broadsword Assault Rifles. They deployed their smoke grenades and got behind cover as the second wave of Rorkgard Heavy Infantry hit the shore. The Lupine Shock Troops started advancing again and engaged the Caliphate troops in close combat with their steel covered claws and fangs. That was when the Rorkgard Heavy Infantry opened fire with their heavy machine guns, ripping through those stuck in the open. Admiral Spartus turned and saw the Amphibious Assault Ships moving in to land the third and largest wave of Legionnaires. They hit the shore and moved up the beach, using the Rorkgard Infantry as cover, while engaging the Caliphate. The Amphibious assault ships then sent out the Minotaur heavy tanks which advanced up the beach and engaged any fixed positions like bunkers or trenchs. Admiral Spartus looked back at his communications officer "Cronius hail the Roman Command send them this message"

Encryption:High
Greetings, this is Admiral Spartus commander of the Imperium's invasion force. We have landed and are engaging the Caliphate forces. We are currently near your position and are ready to provide CAS and Naval fire support to your forces in Ankara if it is needed.

[Pavlostani]

The Northern Anatolian Front
The Sayafid Caliphate

Lieutenant Colonel Yusuf ibn Haji stepped out of the small safehouse with a small platoon of his troops. Seeing the waves of Imperial troops landing on the shores, he couldn't believe the astonishing stupidity of the Caliphate in failing to identify the approaching vessels as warships rather than merchant vessels, especially after the clusterfuck at Izmir, where the stupidity of the Caliphate had only been matched by the stupidity of the Roman general who had attempted to storm the city.

"Send word to high command, Imperium forces have landed in the North. Looks like some kind of amphibious operation that would have been used a century ago. I'm marking on the positioning system the location of at least one landing point, get AWACS and UAVs in the air to search for others. Insha'Allah, we'll make our stand inland." Yusuf ordered.

Damascus
The Sayafid Caliphate

Commander Mohammad al-Mahdi rolled out a map as the bunker shuddered from a lucky artillery shell. After glancing up al-Mahdi pointed at Damascus.

"This, is us. Here, from Beirut, Palmyria, and Amman, Omar is rallying support to pinch off the Romans. Meanwhile, Admiral Hassan Haqqani is rallying the 2nd Fleet off the coast of Beirut for the counterstrike. Until then, hunker down in the city. Tell your troops to patrol in groups of two and not to stay out for more than ten minutes under this bombardment." al-Mahdi ordered. The officers nodded.

"Help should come in two days tops. Tell all of your men..." al-Mahdi struggled for words for a second. "La 'ilaha 'ila 'Allah."

Stockholm
The Scandinavian Union

Ambassador Abu ibn Abdullah stepped off of the plane, itching to stretch his legs after the flight. Due to the war in Anatolia, Abdullah's flight had been directed through Almaty, then to Stockholm, and it had not been a pleasant flight. Abdullah had hastily called ahead to inform the Scandinavians of his impending arrival. In his briefcase were various documents and recordings of the Damascus bombing, and images of the war in Anatolia.

"Shoomo fikr mekuned, ki onho moro bovari mekunand?" His aide, al-Adin ibn Haisam asked in an obscure Persian dialect. His question roughly translated to, "Do you think they will believe us?"

Abdullah nodded. Responding in the same dialect, he said, "Everything here is true, other than the Damascus bombing. Scandinavia will see that Rome truly is an aggressor and must be dealt with before its warmongering plunges the world into a fiery hell."

"Excellent. There's our ride." Haisam pointed.

[The Commonwealth of the South Pacific]

Black Sea
Cornelian slowly eased the control stick of his cockpit back as the Manticore gunship he was in slowly rose off the runway. He turned to his copilot and saw that he was checking the GPS navigation system for the plane. Cornelian rubbed the sleep from his eyes as the Manticore rose to the operating altitude, armed with 3 105mm Howitzers and 12 Missile pods the Manticore was heading towards the landing zone to take out any heavy troop formations. They leveled out and started heading towards the landing zone.
Landing Zone, Northern Turkey
Atrius moved up as the Rorkgardians suppressed the enemy positions. He started racing, his fur streaming behind him in the wind. He raised his rifle as he ran and sprayed a salvo of bullets into a foxhole of Caliphate troops. He picked up a grenade from his belt and threw it into a trench as he leaped over it. He rolled as he landed and slowed down as he came across a group of Legionnaires pinned down. He jumped over the rock and spun around dodging frantic fire. He chucked his rifle over his back and slicing a soldier's throat with his claws as he bit down on the neck of the other. He flew across the room and lay sprawled on the ground, he turned and looked at the soldier who shot him. He picked himself off the ground and started growling as the soldier's face turned into one of fear. He leaped on the soldier and ripped his windpipe from his throat.