Corporate Coup D'etat - Closed - IC

[Kayshen]

Time:1610
Date: 15/03/2017
Location: Government House, Peshkerfüld, Republik of Kayshen - Map/Blueprints
Situation:

Columns of armoured trucks rolled through the concrete jungle of Peshkerfüld. The column pulled into the long road to Government House. Government House was the presidential building, while the parliament resided elsewhere in Peshkerfüld. It was walled off from the rest of the city with tall stone and steel fences. Once through the gates there was two hundred meters of open ground to cover in order to each the front door of Government House. The first truck pulled to a halt on the loose gravel road as a Presidential guard held up a hand. The young soldier in his forest fatigues had his MP-5 slung over his shoulder as he walked up to the window of the huge armoured carrier. "What are you doing here? This is Kayshen National Army jurisdiction." The door opened and the soldier's jaw dropped. The man inside held a rifle to his face and pulled the trigger.

The shot of rifle fire echoed crisply across the estate. Then another, and another. Bursts of automatic fire rippled through the air as the gate guards desperately tried to fend off their attackers. Then just as quickly, they were silenced. The armoured column crashed through the steel gate, dismounting soldiers as they went. Shots went back and forth as pockets of the Presidential Guard tried in vain to defend their posts. The armoured trucks brandished their 7.62mm machine guns with extreme prejudice, lighting up anything that moved in the area.

President Davious Sandril Was standing on the bottom floor, watching a team of Weyard special forces demonstrate effective door breaching techniques as a stray burst of fire shattered the massive panes of glass in the open front windows. He went diving for the ground as cracks came in from over the way. The special forces teams scrambled inside as more inaccurate rounds found their mark on the presidential building. They were under siege.

Defenders:

SFOD-A 2142: 12 operators
Great Woods Rangers: 40 Operators
Imperial Hand Company: 42 Operators
36th Special Purposes Platoon: 28 Operators
33rd Shadow Team: 29 Operators
Imperial Royal Guard: 25 Operators
Republican Guard: 35 Operators

Total: 211 Operators
Equipment: Varied small arms, personal armour. Some light anti-armour weapons.

Attackers:

2nd Heavy Enforcement Regiment: 2, 600 Paramilitary Police
(Currently one company dispatched to Government House)
17th Motorised Regiment: 3, 300 Regular Army
(Currently one company dispatched to Government House)

Total: 5, 900 total, 254 deployed
Equipment: M4 carbine, M16 rifle, personal armour. M72 LAW (Army only), MRAP with 7.62mm MG.

[Japan and Pacific States]

General Jinguuji Marimo was stood by the President as the bullets started to fly and she herself almost took a round, it grazing her clothing, quickly afterwords she grabbed her second in command Ltc Takamura pulling her down to the floor yelling.

General Marimo: "Ah! God I felt the heat from that! .... Who's shooting!? Yui! Get on com and get our guys here!" She took her hand off the rip in her clothing, thankfully not bleeding she let out a sigh while Ltc Takamura was on the radio, but to no avail it was just static.
Ltc Takamura: "General, no go, radio's dead. I'll go get everyone down here-" She was interrupted by another burst of machine gun fire getting on the ground beside the general while the rest of the JIG was getting it's gear together and got to the room where the General was.
General Marimo: "Reminds me of when the Americans tried to take back Seattle.... Except we had more support then."
Ltc Takamura: "I know. I was there remember." The general laughed at that and smiled at Takamura.
General Marimo: "Well we should get the president out of here. Remember we might be soldiers of the Emperor but right now we're on loan to him. So we will follow his orders to the end." General Marimo took her pistol out of her holster and pulled back the charging handle on the back of it. "Where ever the president goes you all go is that understood!?" She looked over at her men taking cover behind the wall and they all nodded yelling "Yes ma'am!" afterwords she looked at the president then his security team.
General Marimo: "We need to get out of here. I'd not recommend staying here, they could easily blow us up.... The roof isn't a good idea either, is there a tunnel system under these buildings?"



OOC: This is going to be my first and last post for now. I'll get back and post whenever I can! Thanks for having me in the rp.

[Aleckandor]

Government House Grounds | Peshkerfüld | Republik Of Kayshen
1610 Hours [Local Time]

Needless to say, the Aleckandoreans were the ones who physically stood out the most from everybody else who came to the multilateral training campaign here in the Kayshenian capital of Peshkerfüld. Most of them — just as many Aleckandoreans throughout the world — were of Yervhennic racial heritage, meaning that they had skin as a gray as concrete or pencil graphite. In this part of the Known Metaverse, seeing a Yervhennian was extremely rare, even though at this point there were billions of them in the world even outside their ancient home continent (of which the Confederacy just so happened to be born). However, despite their circumstantial oddness, they had won the respect of the Kayshenians and some of the foreign operator groups by demonstrating their operational prowess and innate sense of professionalism.

Nobody, however, really expected a corporate coup d'état in the capital such as the one that was now underway.

Grand Aleckandorean Marine Legion (GAML) Captain Ärlyn Úqôsstúh, the commanding officer of AiMÛ Shadow Team 33, was standing next to his second-in-command and at least 10 others of his elite outfit when he heard the rounds flying outside and the subsequent cacophony of shattering glass windows. They had just finished demonstrating and overseeing quick lesson for a couple of Kayshen's recon squads on hostage rescue-oriented CQB out on a makeshift course constructed on the other end of the Government House grounds; as they were strolling on over to see the temporary indoor circuit set up by the Weyard spec ops, that was when all hell broke loose without any sort of prior warning.

"Who the fuck's engaging us?!" yelled an AiMU soldier, gritting his teeth after he had just slid over the marble flooring and took cover beneath what was once an intricately patterned window pane. The same soldier brandished his Mark-X with its Lyran underbarrel grenade launcher and flipped the selector to from safety to semiautomatic. "Captain! What's happening?!" another soldier yelled, having done much of the same as the first trooper to make a query.

"I don't have the slightest of what's currently transpiring, ladies and gentlemen; but whoever they are, we will fucking engage them until either we're all dead or they are! Basic ROE, boys and girls, cleared hot to attack any and all hostiles!" Captain Uqosstuh retorted with a tone of urgency. He was the first to rise up with his own Mark-X with his sights aimed down. At a distance of 80 meters and closing, he found a target in what he recognized from prior intelligence briefs as local mercenary fatigues; in a matter of less than two seconds, he squeezed off three rounds and saw the armed figure go down. He clicked onto another man dismounting an armored truck at 90 meters and dropped him. When rounds started coming back towards his position, he ducked down and shifted across the hallway in a ducked stance with panther-like agility. The other Aleckandoreans began laying down successive bursts of suppressive fire in response to the unknown assailants' own suppressing fire. However, Captain Uqosstah's XO, a certain Lieutenant Bíldyrr Zëkhraiyís of the Land Army Chapter of AiMU, knew that their position was going to be untenable and that they didn't have a clear picture of whatever was happening at the moment.

"Sir! Captain, sir!" Bildyrr called out to the Captain.

"What's up, LT?" responded Arlyn as he lobbed a minuscule but powerful HE grenade using the underbarrel multi-GL on his assault rifle. After an explosion was heard three seconds later and some enemy screams, he fired off another one of the two remaining grenades in the charged rail chamber. "What is it, LT!?" he repeated.

"We can't stay here! We have to regroup with the rest of the team and rendezvous with the other Tier One operators! We gotta get some of our armed mini-drones spinning up and also get our AM marksmen out on the flank outside to do something about that machinegun MRAP roving on the driveway!"

"Alright, alright, we'll fall back!" the Captain said, nodding in agreement of the tactical assessment and recommendation. His voice boomed out in Suhraanoseon: "HÔHDÉKSYR TAEH YĀTZMÊV! (RETREAT AND REGROUP!)" Immediately, the Aleckandorean quarry began moving away from the corridor and began darting through the central areas of the ground floor of Government House. They encountered the President of Kayshen along with members of the Imperial Japanese special forces delegation. Meanwhile, Lieutenant Zekhraiyis was on comms with the rest of the 33rd Shadow Team, telling them to follow his instructions on how to help buy the defenders some time.

"There's too many for all of us to handle, even if we're not your average troopers." simply declared the Captain in the presence of the others, the sound of gunfire still ringing outside the building but definitely getting closer as more and more palace guards were cut down. "So what's the game plan? Any way we can exfil out of this killzone and get a more defensible position, maybe somewhere underground in a subterranean area nearby perhaps?"

[Kayshen]

(OOC: Don't be afraid to kill of your characters. I know they are elite an all, but bullets are bullets and even a kid with an AK can kill a Delta Force operator.)

President Sandril crawled through the glass, cutting up his arms as he went. Better bloodied arms than a bullet. Immediately the Republican Guard snapped into action. The 35 trainees were immediate in their response. MP-5 fire went out, but at ranges of above a hundred meters, their effect was unknown. An extended burst of 7.62 ripped into the walls of the Government House but that was where they stopped. The thick stone walls shattered the bullets on impact, chipping chunks of granite off. Sandril pulled himself away from the windows and behind the apparently bullet resistant wall. "There's an escape tunnel in the basement," Sandril yelled, pointing at the floor below him as a cacophony of gunfire overwhelmed his senses. He pulled himself to his feet and looked out the window next to him. They were NevyaCorp alright, apparently furious at his anti-corporate policies. Colonel Patrik Yulyev scrambled low across the ground.
"Mr President, we can hold here for a while, but the escape tunnel, we've lost contact with our men inside. Nevya are trying to flush us out!" Colonel Yulyev said, taking a sideways glance out the window as the exchange grew in intensity.
"We will hold here Colonel. Give me your pistol." Preisdent Sandril demanded.
"Sir?"
"Hand it to me, Colonel."
"Yes, Sir." he pulled the standard issue side arm out and handed it to Sandril.
"I will fight here as long as I have to, Colonel. This isn't the first time NevyaCorp have tried to kill me and I won't let them undo all the work we've fought for."
"Of course, Sir!" The colonel stood up to leave when Sandril reached out,
"Do not let them take this building."
"To the last."

In Sandril's mind he had fought his entire life to remove the shackles that the corporate power structure had brought on every single citizen. To surrender here would be to give up on his entire country for his own life. A fate worse than death. Instead, if they could force the attack to a halt, to a ceasefire, then perhaps the international community could bring NevayCorp to heel.

NevyaCorp troops moved forced in a simple leapfrog tactic as each squad covered the other with suppressing fire. In a matter of minutes, as the return fire ground the convey to a halt, their assault was slowing. The NCOs were no longer ordering their teams forwards, instead preferring to go to ground and return fire. Their rifle fire was relatively accurate and extremely lethal if it ever found its mark. Those Republican Guardsman on the roof of Government House were rapidly out gunned. Exposed to over a hundred attackers they were quickly overwhelmed, many falling to the hailstorm. As the assault slowed, the APCs drove forwards. They fired smoke grenades firing forwards across the lawn in effort to relieve the grounded infantry. Now the NevayCorp soldiers got up, crouch-running behind the APCs in a rapidly accelerating attack.

Elsewhere around the Government House perimeter paramilitaries secured the area. Martial law went into effect, over ruling the already zealously enforced civilian law. Anyone caught out on the streets could be beaten by the riot equipped police for near-nothing. Government House was surrounded.

[Western Weyard]

"What the-" First Sergeant Jessica Chase and Staff Sergeant Ivan Miller were just about to demonstrate effective door breaching techniques, when all hell broke loose. Bullets smashed through the windows and left ugly pockmarks in the walls, prompting the two operators to dive for cover. Chase grabbed President Sandril and shielded him, while Miller tried to locate the attackers and warned his teammates via radio.

On the other side of the door, Captain Alex McGarrett, Master Sergeant Hannah Reagan and Sergeant Paul Neuhaus readied their weapons and waited for a momentary lull in the firing. Once the gunner in the MRAP had to change belts, they sprang into action, with McGarrett barking orders: "Reagan, Neuhaus - pop smoke in the courtyard and find positions to lay down suppressing fire. Chase, get the President inside, then come back here. Miller, on me!"

Chase wasted no time and moved up to President Sandril: "Mister President, I think it's better for you to take cover in the basement." Without waiting for a reply, she moved further inside, meeting Staff Sergeant Alec LeGalle, one of the teams two communications specialists, on the way. "Comms are down, Jayce", he announced. "At least anything with more than a few hundred meters range."
"Well, shit. Where's Hartmann?" Chase asked.
"In the basement, trying to get our comms working again."
"OKay, then that's where you're taking the President for now. Should be safe there - for now."
LeGalle nodded and motioned the President to follow him, while Chase went back to McGarrett, who had just met up with Captain Uqosstuh.
"Long range comms are down", she reported, just as the rest of SFOD-A 2142 took up positions and began returning accurate fire. Reagan had clipped an AN/PAS-13G thermal weapon sight to the scope of her DMR-configured MARS and targeted enemy officers and RTOs, while Neuhaus was using his underbarrel grenade launcher to fire 40mm HEDP grenades at the approaching APCs...

[The Selkie]

The Fiannóglach.
Great Woods Rangers - the only formation of the SDF-Army to call back to infantry traditions, not cavalry traditions, as they called back to the Dark Ages: The Great Woods Rangers were the best archers of the Free Lands, securing the roads through the Great Woods for travellers and against bandits, in exchange of a fee, of course.
A higher fee was asked for, if the persons in question wanted to hire them.
Nowadays, the name Fiannóglach had another tone to it: Special Forces of the SDF.
But even special forces needed training and that sometimes happened abroad. This time, in Kayshen, they were not only the ones training, but also the ones being trained. If they could watch others demonstrating how they did things and teach it, they were happy to watch and did so.
Company Staff, A-Staff and A1-Platoon were on the ground floor, watching the demonstrations by the Weyard Special Forces Contingent in how to breach a door. A2-Section was outside in the back of the building, catching some sun and "admiring the architecture", as their Sergeant said - SDF-code for scouting, just to be sure as this was an opportunity, which wouldn't over itself for a second time. A3-Section was on the second floor, taking a small break before they were on with teaching Selkie Sniper Tactics.
Then, the shooting started.

Company Staff
When the shooting started, Captain Filicia Maor of the Tribe of Wicklow let herself fall to the ground like everyone else.
The young officer, commander of the 2nd Company, Fiannóglach, was surprised, but while others yelled incoherently, fired blindly into the general direction of the enemy, she and her people remained calm.
"Solas!", she called over to the blonde commander of her A-Platoon, "Windows, defensive positions!"
"Yes, Filly!", he called back with her nickname and callsign.
Operative procedures were on.
One of A3's snipers poked his head down the staircase: "Armoured vehicles engaging friendlies!"
Maor nodded - this was getting better and better. "Finn.", she told her radioman, the young man with the short assault rifle, a CAM 2008, lying at her side. "Call for help. All frequencies."
"Tried, Ma'am. No signal.", he replied with a tad of sadness. "Trying the satellite, but that will take a while!"
"Get on it."

A1-Section.
The Section-Sergeant, Gwen Saineolaí of the Tribe of Monaghan, frowned deeply.
It appeared as if the enemy was first fighting the National Army, the small armed force under the political authority. After that, it would be free on them. With the enemy having armoured support, it was clear, that the enemy knew, what he was doing.
Luckily for Sergeant Saineolaí and her people, she knew what she was doing as well: Force distribution was in order. A-staff was the staff, radiomen, snipers, Platoon Commander and 2IC, rocketmen. They were relegated to reserve, except the snipers. Their Long Rifles would be of use.
One of them preferred the older LRM 1985, he was sent to the Music Room, under the command of her radioman and Chosen Man. The other two and their shorter LRM 2006 came to the Sergeant into the Library.
They manned the windows going out front, the snipers picking off the odd enemy poking his head out.
The rest kept their heads low. Nasty surprise for the enemy, when he came closer, including AT-rockets.
Nothing that could stop an MBT, they knew that, but enough for armoured cars and similar things.
Once the attackers would turn onto them, they were in kind of a pickle.
Someone threw smoke into the courtyard, blocking their view and the enemy's - the snipers dove down.
Whatever was going down, they needed to get coordinated and that fast if they wanted to survive.

[Harxica]

Gilead, Harxican Federation
Canis Technologies, Donwntown
7:02 am

Aaldan Canis was pushing fifty two, but these days he felt a hundred years older. His hair was still mostly brown thanks to superior genetics. His beard grew grey in some spots, so he kept his face shaved clean. His suit was a three piece and black all the way through. Aaldan was tall, too. Tall and dark, and once upon a time, handsome. Now, his face was lined with the years, and he sat solemnly taking a report on the coup in Kayshen from an associate located in Peshkerfüld. When it was finished, he reached over to buzz the intercom.

"Get the Chairs in here."

A lilting female voice answered.

"Yes, Mr. Canis."

Aaldan pushed himself away from the large 2,000,000 T ebony and elm desk and stood. He was President and CEO of Canis Technologies, and his office was... presidential. Large and sterile, it boasted a matching table that stood in the center of the room, near the glass wall facing over the city. He was on the 70th floor, and the view of Gilead in the morning from this height was spectacular. The sun shown upon a city of steel and glass, glistening hard, bustling already even at such an early hour.

Commerce. Industry. Strength.

Aaldan stood, grabbing his coffee mug as an afterthought. As he made his way to the bar, the other man spoke from his seat at the back of the room. He was bald, but boasted a large grey beard which made him look imposing despite his old man's flesh. His eyes were hard; blue, calculating, and rimmed with glasses.

"Nevyacorp accepted the contract?"

Aaldan barked laughter and reached for a bottle of whiskey and poured a generous nip into his coffee. Setting it down, he withdrew a small glass bottle of honey from inside the bar and used a glass stick to draw bits of it into the mug.

"Of course they did, Oddo. They need us. Have you been to Kayshen? No? Don't you read the fucking news then? Anyone could have seen this coming."

He sipped, relishing the dark taste and aroma accompanied by the bitter whiskey, and then the sweet honey. The bald man lit a cigarette. Just then the Chairmen of Canis Technologies were admitted into the office by his secretary. Money to be made, battles to be fought. Aaldan fought his from a glass tower. This was his fortress, and these were his generals.

Approaching Peshkerfüld
1620

Ten black, unmarked helicopters beat the air in unison on their journey towards Kayshen. The force dispatched was not a large one, but the Alpha Platoon was an elite mercenary unit. They were fifty in all, on their way to Peshkerfüld to join forces with the assault teams laying siege to the Kayshen Government House. Major Gan spoke up as they neared, briefing the mercs via headset.

"Nothing new on this one, ladies. Snipers have a location picked out with a good view of the House. We're gonna fly in and take a few potshots through the windows, see if we can shake the prez loose. Heads, people. I want headshots, any one you see. But we all know the target. Pilot's gonna bring us in pretty hot and we're goin out the same way. So make it count."

Calvin Keppler, Chairman of Canis Technologies, and CO of the Syndicate's alpha team watched the city pass beneath them as they flew. Shit had hit the fan. The police were mobilized in force. He looked up and saw the Government House fast approaching. The choppers were built for stealth and they were still high up, and judging by the muzzle flashes below the enemies were engaged. The helicopters dipped in unison; agile, descending upon the House.

Three helicopters hovered over a building, dropping off fifteen men armed with long rifles. They took careful aim, taking caution to preserve their ammunition for the right shot. The others descended on the house, three hanging back and emptying their M60s into the windows from about fifty feet up and sixty yards out. Three laid down suppressive fire on defending soldiers in the courtyard. The snipers began taking their shots.

Keppler's helicopter flew on. He had business at Neyvacorp's HQ.

[Japan and Pacific States]

Jinguuji sat against the wall rather annoyed at the machine gun but when rounds started flying in the opposite direction from other teams sent to train President Sandril's security she smiled and looked back at her subordinate, Ltc Takamura.
General Marimo: "Looks like they finally decided to help..... Let's make this day those spineless coward's Battle of Shaho! I want type 3s on those mraps now!"

Takamura smiled and looked back at the men behind her taking their type 3 grenades out of their vests getting positioned for a quick throw and dive back into cover.
Ltc Takamura: "You heard the general! They threw the dice now let's hope the house wins!" She got ready herself and looked both ways to her men and then the General.
Ltc Takamura: "Whenever you're ready ma'am, give the order."

General Marimo took a grenade for herself and got positioned with Takamura looking down at the President then to her men.
General Marimo: "Give em hell!"
Almost in unison they all quickly stood up and threw their grenades towards the lead MRAP and almost as soon as they landed the grenades exploded turning the MRAP on it's side, a few men didn't manage to get down fast enough and were hit but they weren't injuries to worry much about with a couple of the guards brought by General Marimo being combat medics with basic first aid training but General Marimo laughed and grabbed one of the downed men's type 89 rifles.
General Marimo: "They might be military but my daughter can shoot better than them anyday!"

[Kayshen]

President Sandril held his pistol close, "Sir, we need to get you downstairs!" a guardsman rushed over to him, directing him to the basement stairwell.
"Y-yes, of course." Sandril ducked as an explosion shook the building. Quickly he moved down the stairs into the basement below. Below was the special forces teams' equipment and half a dozen heavy radios. The airwaves were being jammed, at least that's what he had been told and now the specialists were trying their best to find an unharassed frequency. The guardsman closed the door behind him, "To the last!" he swore to Sandril before he left.

Colonel Yulyev fired his MP-5 from a first story window when the throbbing of helicopters overtook the din of battle. "Are those ours?" someone asked, aiming at the dark figures in the choppers.
"I'm not-" machine gun fire ripped across the building. Chunks of stone turned to dust as hundreds of rounds smashed into the walls and roof of the building. All at once, the defender's fire stopped as torrents of bullets forced them to the cover.
"Take those damn things out!" Yulyev screamed, firing blindly from his cover. Somehow a guardsman produced an adequate weapon for just that task. He shouldered an M72 LAW and took aim, the hovering craft were just over fifty meters away. The rocket fired, instantly filling the room with smoke from the backblast. The round arced through the air, red phosphorous burning as it went.

(OOC: I'll leave it up to Harxica to decide what the LAW did to his chopper)

Just as the fire suppressed the defenders, the attackers broke. Seeing their opportunity they got up and, in a semi-orderly fashion, disengaged. More smoke grenades went out, covering their rear while a few fired entire magazines in an effort to keep the defenders suppressed. The losses for the attackers had been steep, one APC had been heavily damaged, two wheels blown off by an anti-tank grenade while another had taken so many rounds the tyres were ripped to shreds. The infantry on the other hand had attacked with 120 men. Now they were retreating with 20 walking wounded and were leaving ten dead on the grassy field.

[Harxica]

Peshkerfüld, Republik of Kayshen


"Alright, alright, pull off!"

The mercenaries ceased fire just before the rocket was launched. As it arced through the air, it looked as if it might miss them entirely. Then it strayed suddenly and propelled itself into the tail of one of the choppers, causing it to spiral quickly towards the earth where it crashed. Major Gan ordered that the men be left behind. The siege was breaking, and without support they were not safe.

The helicopters ascended into the air, letting off M60 fire at the defenders to cover their escape. They regrouped with the snipers on the roof of the other building and flew towards Nevyacorps HQ to regroup with Mr. Keppler and give their report. He would not be happy about losing five guys in the initial engagement, but intel didn't say anything about the enemy having access to a LAW in the Government House.

Gan looked back towards the enemy. Nevyacorp's forces were pulling back. The assault had failed. For the rest of the ride, Gan thought about how he might spend his portion of the 22 million T contract for President Sandril's death.That contract was separate from the one that required an actual incursion on Canis Tech's part, which was a whole lot bigger.

He got on the phone to call home to see about some more equipment. Gan and Keppler had wanted to bring in another platoon, but Nevyacorp would only authorize the one. Soon, he hoped to have more manpower so he could put boots on the ground and lead an assault himself. For now, it was time to regroup and meet with their employers to discuss the next move in their strategy.

Behind them, the crashed helicopter caught on fire and a lone survivor crawled from the wreckage screaming, both of his legs broken in the fall. The merc was disarmed and screaming into his headset for help, but none would come.

[Aleckandor]

1615 Hours [Local Time]

The initial assault lasted five minutes before the bought-off soldiers and mercs alike began taking too many casualties and began falling back to regroup and hopefully launch another assault. At this point, the defenders of Government House had an idea of who might have been attacking them: the cutthroat and unscrupulous Kayshenian corporate sector and every goon that was under their contract. Many guessed correctly that this was indeed a coup and that the enemy had moved to seize the streets of the capital while shutting down most avenues of information telecommunications — at least those with the outside world. Others assumed that several efforts towards the hostile takeover were happening all over the nation, but nobody could confirm such suspicions, however likely they might have been. As for the Aleckandorean team at Government House, and along with everybody else including the President himself, they were all glad to have survived the first of probably several onslaughts to come.

"Interrogative: just who were those chumps that just lit us up, Captain?" an operator of the Land Army Chapter asked. The Aleckandoreans were scouring the now-empty courtyard and driveway, littered with a plethora of fresh corpses and a couple of smoldering remains of the transport vehicles those Selkie anti-tank rockets made quick work of.

"These guys were hired guns, both private paramilitaries and regular Kayshenian army." deduced the Captain, kneeling next to a shot-up body of a dead Kayshenian PMC and examining his unit insignias and deployed gear, "This country is the definition of unchecked libertarian corporatism, almost everybody can be bought and sold here for a discount price. If I had to guess, it's NevyaCorp that's behind this. President Sandril's been trying to take them down for years along with all the other greedy executives who practically hold society at ransom; it was a miracle he even got into office, the companies often don't play around — as we've just seen here for the past five minutes."

"So were those helos that tried to come in straight from NevyaCorp, then?" wondered another AiMU soldier, who was a gray female cradling her Mark-X horizontally with folded arms. Captain Uqosstuh looked at the remains of the downed enemy chopper up ahead on the edge of the grounds.

"Dunno," he shrugged. "They didn't look like mercs or military. Certainly don't look like they're from around here, I'll wager." He looked around and spotted his XO with another group of Aleckandoreans combing the battle site to make sure all the enemy combatants were dead and perhaps take in any live EPWs if they could. They couldn't find any, all of them were mangled and lifeless.

"Yo, LT!" Arlyn called out.

"What is it, Cap?" Lieutenant Zekhraiyis sounded back.

"Did we lose anyone?"

"None KIA, but Dāyvíhdd and Eozlynn got wounded. I have Gunnery Sergeant Xēû patching them up now."

"Hold up, hold up! I hear someone." suddenly stated the female soldier next to Captain Uqosstuh, bringing up her combat rifle at the ready. The Captain and the others listened for a few seconds. Soon enough they heard it too; it was the faint whirring sound of a garbled radio squawk. It was coming from the downed unmarked utility helicopter which had started to catch fire. There were other sounds, including a just as faint human moan of pain and clanking against metal. Suddenly, the moan mutated into an agonizing scream and unintelligible words that sounded like desperate pleas for help.

"You, you," indicated the Aleckandorean spec ops commando leader to the two operators with him using snapping fingers, "Investigate."

"Roger." they both acknowledged and sprinted towards the wreck with their guns aimed and ready. They ambled around the ruins of the chopper and sure-enough, they found the screaming foreign mercenary.

"We found plus one enemy combatant! He's wounded and alive!" the female soldier called out.

"Bring him over here before that chopper goes up! Move it!" Arlyn ordered. The female soldier doubled back while her male counterpart slung his rifle by the strap over his shoulder and began dragging the man backwards across the pavement by both of his broken legs. This seemed to elicit even more screams from him, and he wasn't armed at all so there was nothing for him to resist his new captors with. When they brought the POW over before the Captain's feet, the Captain looked into the man's eyes with a cold stare of both contempt and curiosity.

"Well? Where are you from? Who sent ya? Don't look like you're from around these parts, judging by the way you came in and the fatigues on your back. So what do you have to say?" he interrogated him. But the man was still in a great deal of pain. He was in no position to answer, so even if he wanted to, he was unable to do so. Arlyn sighed.

"LT!" he cried out.

"Here now, Captain! What's up?" Lieutenant Zekhraiyis answered just as he finished running on over to where he was. "Holy shit!" he interjected when he saw the POW on the ground and heard him trying to contain his agony but only half-succeeding. "What's this guy's problem? In fact, what are all of these corporate bastards' problems, I mean, what in the fucking name of Ähnkhû..."

"Cut the chatter, LT, just get this guy to some medics so he can get morphine or probably fentanyl and some relief, and while you're at it make sure our snipers and mini-drone operators are ready to go. Got no doubt that the enemy has more in store for us soon, so hurry. And when the guy's good and souped up, have him turned over to President Sandril or something for questioning. Who knows, we might learn something from this punk...so get to it!"

[Western Weyard]

Master Sergeant Ryang Ho-jun and Sergeant Laura Köhler, the A-Team's two medics, had set up a small treatment area together with a few medics from the other units and were just beginning to assess the first casualties, when the Aleckandorian operators came in with the wounded merc.
"Just put him over there, guys", Ryang ordered, before doing a double-take. "Wait a minute, is this one of those assclowns who attacked us?"
After getting confirmation from the operators along with the info that he was to be interrogated, Ryang nodded. "Got it, guys. Laura, you take care of these two" - he motioned towards two slightly wounded guardsmen - "I'll take care of our friend here."
One quick but thorough body-check later, Ryang reached into his backpack he had pulled up next to him and grabbed an IV kit as well as a small syringe of fentanyl. With trained movements, he managed to get the IV going and applied a small dosage of the powerful analgesic to ease the pain. While this man had fired on him and his comrades, Ryang would provide the same treatment for him than he would for any other patient - not only out of his duty as a medic, but also because good care usually went a long way in making people cooperative...

In the basement, Staff Sergeants Hartmann and LeGalle were furiously working on their sophisticated equipment, trying to establish contact with the outside world. But to no avail, apparently the mercenaries had brought powerful barrage jammers along...

Up top, Captain McGarrett looked around, addressing his fellow unit commanders: "Okay, they're going to be back, that's for sure. We better use what little time we have to get organized, so who's got what? I've got twelve guys, minus two medics and two comms specialists, that makes eight shooters. We have two DMRs with Thermals, two 40mm launchers with around 30 rounds each left, but nothing heavier than that. Usually, you don't encounter frickin' armor when you're training for CT stuff..." He let out a short, humorless laugh.

[The Selkie]

Master Sergeant Ryang Ho-jun and Sergeant Laura Köhler, the A-Team's two medics, had set up a small treatment area together with a few medics from the other units and were just beginning to assess the first casualties, when the Aleckandorian operators came in with the wounded merc.
"Just put him over there, guys", Ryang ordered, before doing a double-take. "Wait a minute, is this one of those assclowns who attacked us?"
After getting confirmation from the operators along with the info that he was to be interrogated, Ryang nodded. "Got it, guys. Laura, you take care of these two" - he motioned towards two slightly wounded guardsmen - "I'll take care of our friend here."
One quick but thorough body-check later, Ryang reached into his backpack he had pulled up next to him and grabbed an IV kit as well as a small syringe of fentanyl. With trained movements, he managed to get the IV going and applied a small dosage of the powerful analgesic to ease the pain. While this man had fired on him and his comrades, Ryang would provide the same treatment for him than he would for any other patient - not only out of his duty as a medic, but also because good care usually went a long way in making people cooperative...

In the basement, Staff Sergeants Hartmann and LeGalle were furiously working on their sophisticated equipment, trying to establish contact with the outside world. But to no avail, apparently the mercenaries had brought powerful barrage jammers along...

Up top, Captain McGarrett looked around, addressing his fellow unit commanders: "Okay, they're going to be back, that's for sure. We better use what little time we have to get organized, so who's got what? I've got twelve guys, minus two medics and two comms specialists, that makes eight shooters. We have two DMRs with Thermals, two 40mm launchers with around 30 rounds each left, but nothing heavier than that. Usually, you don't encounter frickin' armor when you're training for CT stuff..." He let out a short, humorless laugh.

Captain Maor frowned.
"We are fully armed and equipped.", she stated with a humourless grin. "Our plan was to demonstrate how Selkie tackle such things with a building in need or being teared down or something, not the presidential palace. We have AT and AA rockets, but they aren't the newest models. If they come with MBTs, we're screwed."
"They won't.", Solas said with a melancholic expression, lightening up a cigarette. He wordlessly offered his smoking stuff to the other people in their circle. "If they wanted to have us dead, we already would be. It's either the symbolic value of the building, the fact that they don't want to offend powers they don't really need on their backs by the time the coup is finished by simply killing us outright... or they want the President."
The I hope. was implied, but unsaid.
Maor nodded. It sounded logical to her. "We also have snipers, riflemen and machine guns. Not HMGs, but enough to make a man pull his head in or risk getting it taken off."
Solas frowned. "I wish the Mortar Section was with us..."
"Hostage rescue and blowing the shit out of the hostage takers don't really go hand in hand.", Maor replied with a smile.
"But they are sitting on a tree..."
"What about the building?", Maor asked, "Any secret passages in and out, ideas about how much the walls will stop, good vantage points for snipers to look inside our windows?"

[Harxica]

Peshkerfüld
Captured Survivor's Perspective

As the enemy pulled him away from the wreckage by his mangled legs, Private Adam Halbrook screamed in pain and terror at the realization of what had happened to him. Alpha Platoon wasn't coming back. He had been captured.

Halbrook's kneecaps were a mess. He could feel them grinding against some other misplaced bone protrusion. When he was delivered to the medics and the fentanyl, he was able to get his breath, though it came in shudders. He looked up at Ryang.

"Why don't you give me two more syringes full, bud? Do me a favor. I could have my entire savings wired over to a private account. Whaddya say?"

His voice was haggard with pain, but the man tried a grin. It came out ghastly, and dissolved into a pained expression wholly focused on bearing the pain in his legs. He closed his eyes.

"Kill me. I've got some money, no family. Been in the squad two years, but I've been doing contracts since I was seventeen."

[Kayshen]

Time: 1630
Date: 15/03/2017
Location: Peshkerfüld Thorium Reactor

Doctor Michael Brandish was a foreigner, that much was true. Brought in... No, bought in to run the NevyaCorp reactor that powered the capital city's grid. But he was a patriot, not of his homeland, but of Kayshen. A patriot of the idea that someday, somehow, Kayshen could be free of it's eternal struggle between profit and people. Now, as the armoured trucks came through to take away dissenters and as the shots echoes through the city streets, Michael knew there was one thing he could do. He shut down the turbines. In a matter of minutes, power stopped flowing into the capital all together. Nevya had never bothered with redundancy in the power grid, that would have cost too much. Unknowingly this set into action events far larger than Michael himself.

Time: 1635
Date: 15/03/2017
Location: 1st Signallers Company, Electronic Warfare Detachment, Peshkerfüld

The power grid dropped. With a snap of the fingers, every light in the city went dark. "What the hell do you mean you don't have a generator. What the fuck have we been running off this whole damn time!" The Senior Sergeant screamed at the young signaller, making him cower under his fury.
"Th-the g-grid. We've been running off the power grid."
"Well where the fucking helling shit is the generator?"
"We ah, well, I don't- umm" the signaller stuttered, unable to answer.
"Tapdancing mother of christ, answer the damn question!"
"I don't know!" he finally let out, "Some foreign guys came with a bunch of paper work, said they needed it for NevyaCorp business for some corporate affiliated Colonel. We let them take." he cowered more, waiting for the blasting.
"You let them what? I should tear off your arms and beat you to death with the soggy ends, do you know what you've done?"
"N-n-no... Y-yes." The sergeant stared blankly at the terrified underling and sighed.
"There's no jamming. There's nothing stopping that building singing to the world in any manner of radio frequency."

In what would go down as one of the many ironies and unlikelihood of history, just like Archduke Ferdinand's driver taking a wrong turn, the air waves were now clear of jamming.

Time: 1645
Date: 15/03/2017
Location: Revyuth Airbase, Peshkerfüld Province

As the airwaves cleared around the capital city, the sheer scope of the NevyaCorp attack began to be understood. The Parliament was taken, the politicians arrested. Shots between Kayshen Regular army paid by the state and those paid by Nevya were being exchanged across the country though it was clear the corporate powerhouse had the upper hand in all engagements. All except one. Word had spread of a valiant defence of NevyaCorp, rumours of foreign support already fighting in the capital had turned into rumours of imminent intervention by the world powers.

As Revyuth Airbase moved their fleet of Mirage 2000 fighters to a standby position with several flights already in the air. "Skymaster, Beast 1-1, picture." The lead pilot of beast flight said as he glanced at his displays.
"Beast, Skymaster. Two bogies, Mig-29, BRA two-three-zero for fifty, angels six thousand. Hot." the ground based radar returned the picture of the sky around beast. Two Mig-29s, bearing 230 degrees, 50 kilometers away at 6 thousand meters altitude and they were headed straight for them.
"Roger that Skymaster, I've got no IFF. They're painting me."
"Air Commodore Aldis has cleared you to engage at will."
"Say again, Skymaster? Engage at will?"
"Roger that Beast, you are clear to engage."

The pilot that went by Beast 1-1, Captain Daniel Ulyev, was a seasoned flyer and a long time hater of NevyaCorp, just like everyone else in his wing. Hell, every pilot he knew that flew the Mirage despised their counterparts in the Mig-29s. The foreigners were coming in, 'defending' their country and getting paid more for it. They didn't care about Kayshen, the country ravished by corporate greed. No, they cared about lining their pockets and if they ever had to chose between saving Kayshen's citizens or living to spend their lucrative contract, they would turn tail and run without a seconds thought. The mirage pilots were patriots at least, believing in a world without the debt forced upon them by NevyaCorp. Now at least, in what would become open rebellion, he could send his message on the end of a Matra MICA missile.

"Flight, Lead. Clear to engaged the confirmed hostile, Mig-29s." Ulyev said.
"Roger that Lead." came the reply from his number 2.
"Roger that." said number 3. The Migs never knew what hit them. The infrared guided MICA missiles launched silently, never giving the tell-tale lock tone that would have warned the mig pilots. Instead they exploded, tiny fireballs appearing in the fast open skies that slowly pirouetted to the ground.

"Beast, Skymaster. Popup group, two flights, two ship, mig-29s. We are under attack, scrambling wings to assist." Skymaster watched the readout of the ground based radar. Several flights of migs were coming for the airbase. Then the general quarters alarm went off across the airbase, echoing strangely as each speaker was out of time with the other. Then, as part of some greater orchestrated plan, the first cracks of rifle fire hit the hangars. Columns of armoured vehicles packed with NevyaCorp men attacked the airbase.

[Japan and Pacific States]

General Marimo sat in a room behind the one she was originally in with a pair of glasses on her face while she wrote on a piece of paper her men and Lieutenant Takamura checked up and down hallways, clearing rooms, securing the building while she wrote a final letter, something she made a habit of doing before battle but currently the battle was here without warning one the paper she wrote in Japanese knowing that common fools of troops from the NevyaCorp wouldn't understand it but it felt good knowing they'd have to go through the trouble of finding someone who could read it if she failed in her mission and that it might be a short thorn in their side but one nonetheless. "Today we were attacked by NevyaCorp, I suppose they weren't planning on fighting troops of his majesty the Emperor of Japan because they got a real surprise when our Type 3 grenades overturned a couple of their MRAPs, though I understand our adversary are but common groundpounders I have to feel a slight hint of regret that they didn't know what they were getting into. With all the nations special forces present that decided to take part in training the President's security they never would have truly known that they'd be in a fight as if they were in the Imperial Capital itself. Though I was chosen for this I could have turned away from it and had someone else deal with it. I'm glad that is not the case, even though I am a soldier loyal to the Emperor he has ordered me to protect this president even if it means my life I will gladly do so for my country, and for my honor as a soldier. I doubt though this battle is yet decided, it could become our reversed Mukden or it may very well become our defense of Guadalcanal. I have confidence that even if I were to die before my men they would carry out the will of the Emperor nonetheless. Signed General Jinguuji Marimo, 13th Japanese Imperial Royal Guard Battalion." After finishing her letter she took off her glasses and started hearing screaming and someone sounding like they were being beaten to death, quickly jumping up she ran to the next room the first sight she saw was a soldier from NevyaCorp being beaten by her men instead of stepping in she stood behind them and ordered them to stop as they did so the young man took his arms away from his face and looked up at the general yelling.

NevyaCorp soldier (unknown rank for now): "Who the hell are you people!? You aren't the president's guards! Name, rank and serial number! That's all you're getting out of me slant eyes!"
Though originally disgusted with the soldier's tone of voice and the insult she let it go and smiled.
General Marimo: "I'm surprised my men haven't killed you yet, usually they make quick work of POWs, as a matter of fact I'm surprised someone else hasn't captured you first.... You'll wish they did if you don't tell me what I want to know, and if I feel like you're holding back on me. I'll cut off your fucking toes. Understand?"
The NevyaCorp soldier looked up and spit at the general quickly being held back by two of her men she took a rag out of her pocket and wiped her face off the serious look on her face was gone, she looked somewhat happy and smiled.
General Marimo: "Get his boots off. Now."
Two others of the general's unit walked over to the soldier holding his legs down while two others untied his boots and pulled them off afterwards she took out a bayonet and started hacking off the NevyaCorp soldier's big toe.
General Marimo: "Why are you attacking us! Answer quickly while you still have part of your toe still on!"
The NevyaCorp soldier started screaming while she did so, almost sounding as if someone was cutting his stomach open slowly the cries and begs for mercy could be heard even in other buildings his blood curdling screams could be heard.
General Marimo: "Tell me what I want to know now!"
NevyaCorp soldier: "Stop! Please for the love of god fucking stop! We were ordered to! That's all I know! Please let me go! I don't want to die!"

The General was partially satisfied but mostly disappointed after she finished cutting off his second toe she smiled and tossed them to the side looking at her men.
General Marimo: "Get him undressed now."
It took most of the men in the room to hold him down while they took his body armour off of him and his clothing afterwords the General grabbed her Type 64 rifle and ordered her men to do the same with their weapons, she put a bayonet on the end of her rifle as did her men and she started first, stabbing the NevyaCorp soldier in the chest after she did so he let out a louder blood curdling scream and her men joined in stabbing him over and over until the screams stopped.
General Marimo: "Find some rope and hang him from the window. Now." Two of her men did so and could only find long curtains but cut them into strands to they'd suffice enough for the purpose tying one strand around his right wrist and another around his left they quickly tossed the soldier out the window but held the makeshift ropes tying them around a now without power non working radiator.

[Aleckandor]

Government House Grounds | Peshkerfüld | Republik Of Kayshen
15 March AD 2017 ~ 1635 Hours [Local Time]

A Marine Lance Corporal of Shadow Team 33 was lugging around an olive drab crate full of Aleckandorean C4. He put the crate down on the ground and the other team members with him began taking blocks of the explosives to set up IEDs along the main roads leading up to Government House from the crashed gate. Clackers were distributed among the NCOs and a short verbal plan regarding who detonated what and when was drafted. After placing the explosive traps, the team members took their guns as well as their live clackers and retreated back to the front terrace of the main building where some new sandbag positions were set up. The other special forces teams from the other countries had begun finding debris and other items to create makeshift barricades with. The Imperial Japanese team made a ghoulish scene when they hung a coup soldier's corpse that they mutilated from the panes of shattered window on the second floor by a ceiling radiator — something that the Aleckandoreans were not surprised at, considering that they were all veterans of a brutal multi-theater war against an enemy who was culturally and aesthetically similar to those guys (the foe in question was called the Sacred Nipponese Corporatocracy in Europeia, whose territory was now under Aleckandorean occupation and in the process of Confederalization). But it didn't matter now, since it seemed that everybody at Government House was just gearing up for another offensive move by the coup forces who were bound to return with an even larger force.

More interestingly, the power had notably and abruptly shut down throughout the Presidents residence about five minutes ago; from the defenders' perspective, it seemed that the whole capital had experienced the same kind of rolling blackout.

"Did NevyaCorp just kill the lights to the entire city?" inquired the returning Marine Lance Corporal who was carrying out the C4 when he got back to the sandbags. Captain Uqosstuh— who was at the moment behind the bags and peering through his binocucom, vigilantly monitoring the open gate, the front walls, and the skies — actually shrugged.

"No," he answered with confidence, "No, no, it wasn't Nevya. It couldn't have been Nevya."

"What makes you so sure, Cap?"

"It doesn't matter, all that matters now is that the rogue army barrage jammers are probably now offline. It would've made sense for them to tap into the city's power grid, but they didn't count on it going down like this." the Captain declared. The trooper's eyes widened when he realized what his CO just delineated.

"Should I...?" the Lance Corporal began, but the Captain finished his thought for him.

"Yes, I want you to go to LT right now and tell him to get some of our guys to set up a forward SATCOM station on the roof. We have our own batteries to run a clear distress signal to Pandomonita for more than 48 hours. And tell LT that he's writing out the distress message that comes with it, and make sure to mention to him that this message is to be forwarded out to all — yeah, you heard me, all — of those governments who sent their stranded special forces out here."

"Sir, on it now, sir!" the AiMU operator of the Marine Legion Chapter affirmed, and he was off sprinting to go find the Captain's XO.

1640 Hours [Local Time]

This Following Is The Message Of Distress Sent Out By Shadow Team 33's Satellite Communication Field Uplink Conduit. The Transmission Thereof Is As Follows:

Code: Select all

</// TRANSMISSION START ///>

TO: Confederate Military Services HICOM | Pandomonita | Towne Of The Confederates
FROM: AiMU Shadow Team 33 | Government House | Peshkerfüld | Kayshen
SUBJECT: "Requesting In-Force Extraction From Kayshenian Capital & General Military Intervention ASAP!"
LEVEL OF ENCRYPTION: VERY LOW

ALERT! ALERT! CODE INDIGO, THIS IS NOT A DRILL. REPEAT: THIS IS NOT A DRILL.

THE REPUBLIK OF KAYSHEN IS ACTIVELY UNDERGOING A CATASTROPHIC COUP D'ÉTAT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE CAPITAL AND POSSIBLY ACROSS THE NATION. NATIVE PARLIAMENT HAS BEEN SILENCED. GOVERNMENT HOUSE IS CURRENTLY UNDER SIEGE, WE ARE ALONE AND OUTNUMBERED. PRIME ORCHESTRATOR BEHIND THE ATTACKS IS SUSPECTED TO BE THE LOCAL 'NEVYACORP' PRIVATE ENTITY & OTHER AFFILIATED ARMED GROUPS. REQUESTING IMMEDIATE HELP IN EXTRACTING PRESIDENT SANDRIL WITH HIS MEN, THE TIER-ONE OPERATORS OF THE OTHER NATIONS, & OURSELVES WITH DUE HASTE. RECOMMENDING INSERTION OF SUBSTANTIAL FRIENDLY MILITARY FORCES IN-COUNTRY TO REPEL ALL ENEMY ELEMENTS AND RESTORE NATIONAL ORDER.

FORWARD THIS MESSAGE TO ALL FOREIGN GOVERNMENTS WHO HAVE SENT THEIR PERSONNEL TO THE KAYSHENIAN TACTICAL TRAINING CIRCUIT. ST-33 (CALLSIGN 'HOMESTAR'), SIGNING OFF. PLEASE HURRY!

</// TRANSMISSION OVER ///>

[Kayshen]

Time:1642
Date: 15/03/2017
Location: Government House, Peshkerfüld, Republik of Kayshen
Situation:

President Sandril paced back and forth in the basement, occasionally stopping to look at the boarded up tunnel entrance. How many people would die for me?. It was a question that ate at his heart. "Sir, the airwaves are clear. You can broadcast!" Sandril looked up, a young private of the Republican Guard held out a phone-piece hot wired to a large radio box.
"How?" Sandril asked, not familiar with the strange contraption in front of him.
"Just speak into it, it's already broadcasting." Sandril took a deep breath and composed his thoughts. This was it.
"Citizens of Kayshen, I speak to you now from a besieged Government House. I-," he paused for a moment, "We are under attack. Kayshen's sovereignty is under attack. NevyaCorp has initiated a Coup against the government. The business owners and rich stock holders are trying to enslave you by force! I have two requests, firstly to my own people. Rise up. Fight back. Throw these foreign mercenaries out and fight for your homes!" Sandril stopped for another breath. This was going out on open, public, frequencies. "The second is to the international community, Kayshen's sovereignty is falling to a corporate take over. Our defence may not last much longer, but even in the case of my death the rest of Kayshen will continue to fight. I plead with the government of the world, stop NevyaCorp. You have my explicit permission, in accordance with international law, to initiate an armed intervention. We must all-"
"We're jammed again." the young private cut Sandril off, "I'm sorry."
"No, thank you. We'll get out of this yet."

Sandril climbed out of the basement to survey the defence. All across the building the operators were taking up actual defensive positions. Furniture, bricks and rubble had been piled up to form barricades and hard cover for a future defence. "Sir, we have a situation upstairs." Major Andruss Repiol, second in command of the Republican Guard, met Sandril on the stairs. Sandril walked up stairs and found Colonel Yulyev screaming at a Japanese soldier.
"What the ever loving fuck do you think you're playing at? You will take that body down and you will do it now!" his voice roared through the building, the tone alone was enough to make a private cry. But instead this Japanese soldier stood quietly in the doorway of the room the body hung from. Sandril looked out the window and saw the mess. Immediately fury blinded him to anything but righting this wrong. He bowled through the Japanese guard, completely ignoring the bayonet fixed on the end of his rifle. The president struggled with the rope, unable to free the body. Then he pulled his pistol, pushed the barrel against the rope and fired. Instantly the rope snapped and the body fell, making a sickly thump as it hit the ground.

Sandril looked back at the Japanese soldier, a deathly glare matching the foreigner's otherwise impartial gaze. "Yulyev." Sandril barked.
"Sir," Yulyev snapped back instinctively.
"Arrest this man, take him to the basement and keep him under guard. Then find me his commanding officer." Sandril was violently furious and hatred of the man in front of him surged through his veins. Yulyev instantly lashed out with a brutal fist, smashing the smaller man's nose in with a weighty fist. He followed with a second blow to the throat, dropping the man. Two Republican Guardsman rushed over, taking his weapons and grenades, rolling him over and tying his hands with plasticuffs.


Time:1650
Date: 15/03/2017
Location: Revyuth Airbase, Peshkerfüld Province, Republik of Kayshen
Situation:

All across the northern perimeter of the airbase a firefight raged. The column had been halted and two Mi-24s had been shot down at the expense of a dozen airfield guards' lives and several parked Mirage jets. But now the battle was turning as flights of Mirage fighters were taking to the sky, equipped with rockets and bombs, to pound the attackers into submission. Rapidly the column of armoured vehicles was turning into a scrapyard and as the fifth gun run came in along the enemy line, they broke and ran. Despite numerical superiority the foreign mercenaries and well paid locals were running for their lives, all cohesion broken and their vehicles destroyed.

Further out in the skies the battle raged on. The squadrons of Revyuth airbase had claimed eight kills on a C-130, an AWAC and six Mig-29s for the cost of five Mirage 2000s. The air perimeter remained a safe sixty kilometers from airbase Revyuth and every available aircraft was in the air or refuelling and rearming. They could hold for a day or two more of this. After that, there would be no more fuel and no more missiles.

[The Selkie]

Time:1642
Date: 15/03/2017
Location: Government House, Peshkerfüld, Republik of Kayshen
Situation:

President Sandril paced back and forth in the basement, occasionally stopping to look at the boarded up tunnel entrance. How many people would die for me?. It was a question that ate at his heart. "Sir, the airwaves are clear. You can broadcast!" Sandril looked up, a young private of the Republican Guard held out a phone-piece hot wired to a large radio box.
"How?" Sandril asked, not familiar with the strange contraption in front of him.
"Just speak into it, it's already broadcasting." Sandril took a deep breath and composed his thoughts. This was it.
"Citizens of Kayshen, I speak to you now from a besieged Government House. I-," he paused for a moment, "We are under attack. Kayshen's sovereignty is under attack. NevyaCorp has initiated a Coup against the government. The business owners and rich stock holders are trying to enslave you by force! I have two requests, firstly to my own people. Rise up. Fight back. Throw these foreign mercenaries out and fight for your homes!" Sandril stopped for another breath. This was going out on open, public, frequencies. "The second is to the international community, Kayshen's sovereignty is falling to a corporate take over. Our defence may not last much longer, but even in the case of my death the rest of Kayshen will continue to fight. I plead with the government of the world, stop NevyaCorp. You have my explicit permission, in accordance with international law, to initiate an armed intervention. We must all-"
"We're jammed again." the young private cut Sandril off, "I'm sorry."
"No, thank you. We'll get out of this yet."

Sandril climbed out of the basement to survey the defence. All across the building the operators were taking up actual defensive positions. Furniture, bricks and rubble had been piled up to form barricades and hard cover for a future defence. "Sir, we have a situation upstairs." Major Andruss Repiol, second in command of the Republican Guard, met Sandril on the stairs. Sandril walked up stairs and found Colonel Yulyev screaming at a Japanese soldier.
"What the ever loving fuck do you think you're playing at? You will take that body down and you will do it now!" his voice roared through the building, the tone alone was enough to make a private cry. But instead this Japanese soldier stood quietly in the doorway of the room the body hung from. Sandril looked out the window and saw the mess. Immediately fury blinded him to anything but righting this wrong. He bowled through the Japanese guard, completely ignoring the bayonet fixed on the end of his rifle. The president struggled with the rope, unable to free the body. Then he pulled his pistol, pushed the barrel against the rope and fired. Instantly the rope snapped and the body fell, making a sickly thump as it hit the ground.

Sandril looked back at the Japanese soldier, a deathly glare matching the foreigner's otherwise impartial gaze. "Yulyev." Sandril barked.
"Sir," Yulyev snapped back instinctively.
"Arrest this man, take him to the basement and keep him under guard. Then find me his commanding officer." Sandril was violently furious and hatred of the man in front of him surged through his veins. Yulyev instantly lashed out with a brutal fist, smashing the smaller man's nose in with a weighty fist. He followed with a second blow to the throat, dropping the man. Two Republican Guardsman rushed over, taking his weapons and grenades, rolling him over and tying his hands with plasticuffs.


Time:1650
Date: 15/03/2017
Location: Revyuth Airbase, Peshkerfüld Province, Republik of Kayshen
Situation:

All across the northern perimeter of the airbase a firefight raged. The column had been halted and two Mi-24s had been shot down at the expense of a dozen airfield guards' lives and several parked Mirage jets. But now the battle was turning as flights of Mirage fighters were taking to the sky, equipped with rockets and bombs, to pound the attackers into submission. Rapidly the column of armoured vehicles was turning into a scrapyard and as the fifth gun run came in along the enemy line, they broke and ran. Despite numerical superiority the foreign mercenaries and well paid locals were running for their lives, all cohesion broken and their vehicles destroyed.

Further out in the skies the battle raged on. The squadrons of Revyuth airbase had claimed eight kills on a C-130, an AWAC and six Mig-29s for the cost of five Mirage 2000s. The air perimeter remained a safe sixty kilometers from airbase Revyuth and every available aircraft was in the air or refuelling and rearming. They could hold for a day or two more of this. After that, there would be no more fuel and no more missiles.

SDF High Command, Fortham.
When the news of the Coup in Kayshen reached certain ears, things were started.
The SDF was not an army, which left their people to themselves, quite on the contrary. Since ancient times, since the days of bows and horses, they did not leave their own behind. It was a matter of principle for the Selkie, the SDF and their predecessors.
Now, with the President's speech, they had a justification.
He asked for help, he would get it. With the Elders approving, the SDF went to plan. Lieutenant General Niochan and Vice Admiral Curadh were convinced, that they could establish an expeditionary force, both to rescue their own and the other special forces, as well as to help reestablish order in Kayshen, if the need should arise.
The need was there.
The main problem was, that there were two ways of getting troops there: By sea or by air.
As the status of the air force of Kayshin was currently a bit questionable, their loyalty or not-loyalty up for discussuion, that only left by sea. Fantastic plans were made about airdropping supplies and reinforcements, but that was out of question due to them having no fighters with the range and armament to go to Kayshin, back and fight there, if need should arise.
And need would, according to planning, arise.
And that only left two options: The Auxillary Freighter Group, a squadron of mostly unarmed freighters... and the Sealgaire.
Since the helicopter carrier was out at sea, on excercise, it would take a while, until it returned. Meanwhile, a ground force was assembled as well - I. Squadron of the 18th Maor-Regiment, with some support of detached units. That would leave enough space open for the operatives from the other nations.
Ard, who would command the expedition, estimated, that they would take one day to depart and another three to arrive with force.
They needed to survive for four days.
It would not be pretty.

Government House, Kayshen
The situation with the prisoner and his end was of little concern to the Selkie.
The Rangers usually preferred hanging by the feet, not by the neck, if they hung someone at all, but that was none of their concern. They had a different job to do.
Fortifying their position, making sure, that they could hold the enemy off as long as possible. Snipers took position on the first floor, some checked the second floor for places, where they could stick their rifles through, but so far without success. The ground floor was barricaded up, as was the first floor, all entrances guarded.
Sergeant Saineolaí took a moment to admire their work.
It was not a fortress, but it would hold for a while.
As long as their ammunition held.
Maybe, just maybe, they could try sneaking out during the night and plunder some weapons from the fallen. But that was something for later.
For now, they waited for the second assault.

[Japan and Pacific States]

After hanging the body by the window, general Marimo was sat back in the room she was in before all the.... Unpleasantness with the NevyaCorp soldier happened, hearing yelling she sighed and got back up leaving the room back to where the soldier she ordered to be hung was supposed to be hung, entering the room with her second in command she watched as two republican guards were handcuffing one of her men. Enraged at this she yelled at the president.
General Marimo: "I ordered that filth hung personally and over saw it! You are not going to take one of my men out of the fight because of your weak stomach!"
The General turned her head to Lieutenant Takamura nodding her head before she and another one of General Marimo's men grabbed the two republican guard's and their keys pushing them over unlocking the handcuffs before tossing both the handcuffs and keys to the guards quickly walking back to the General joining her at her side and not a minute afterwards the General walked over to Colonel Yulyev backhanding him across the face as hard as she could knocking him to the side on the floor with him holding his cheek she looked down at him and held her hands together behind her back.
General Marimo: "My men are mine to punish, mine to order, they obey orders if they don't interfere with the mission. The reason I ordered that man hung was to intimidate our enemies. ...If you so wish to hold onto your clean reputation... Mister President I will order an imperial banner draped on the body. So they know who is responsible. ....But make no mistake.... Colonel."
The General smiled while she locked eyes with Colonel Yulyev.
General Marimo: "Weak minded fools who think only on their appearance during battle have always fallen as fools..... It is a necessary evil to demoralize our enemy, a warning for what they're fighting. My men and I will defend the president as if he were the emperor himself. We will use whatever means we see fit to assure our enemy knows they are, spineless cowards..... And we will not be hindered by spineless cowards. Understood?" The General walked back over to the two republican guards that were just getting up off the floor, grabbing the confiscated Type 89, sidearm and other materials issued to the soldier tossing them back to him before joining back with her men on the otherside of the room before speaking again.
General Marimo: "Currently there are more pressing matters such as our survival at hand.... All able bodied men of the Emperor will not "sit out" because of a simple means of intimidation we created. We might belong to different countries but right now on this battlefield we are allies, we are to fight together cooperatively and I out rank you colonel. Is that understood? If we continue a fight over a petty thing such as battlefield décor we surely will not survive. We shall deal with the matter of the body at another time when our lives are not threatened.... Now that we have engaged in active combat against NevyaCorp we are all targets now."

[Western Weyard]

"With all due respect, General - you may hold a higher rank than Colonel Yulyev, true. But the way I see it, you are in no position to order him around.", Captain McGarrett interjected, having entered the room during the argument. "Also, while you may not give a shit about correct treatment of prisoners, some of us actually do. That includes me and my men, so I will mention this episode in my report, General."

Meanwhile, Master Sergeant Ryang was still working on the captured mercenary. After immobilizing both of his legs and making sure the young man was relatively comfortable, he looked at him with a curious expression on his face: "Why should I do that? I mean, humor me here - you said it yourself, you've got money, I don't know how much, you've got no family. Which means, you're free to do things you always wanted to do - and don't tell me you don't have a list of those things. Everybody has something like that."

[Harxica]

Halbrook looked grateful for the benign treatment by Ryang. He was also wary of it as well, though.

"If you don't kill me, my CO will. If they find out I survived the crash, they'll assume I talked. I'll hang. I can't go back... home."

The last word was tinged with sadness.

"My career is over. Being a hired gun is the only thing i've ever had. I was close to retiring. No girl, no family. No list either. I never thought I'd make it this far, truth be told. And I guess in the end, I'm a failure anyway."

Adam looked down for a moment, his eyes closed. When he looked up, his eyes were hard, defiant.

"Why do you give a fuck anyway? If I had a weapon I'd kill you and anyone else I could get my hands on. Push another syringe full of that shit into me and i'll give you directions on how to withdraw the money from my bank."

[Aleckandor]

Confederate Caesar's Main Office | North Wing Of The Executoreum
Pandomonita | Towne Of The Confederates | Nord Yervhenn | Aleckandorean Confederacy
15 March AD 2017 ~ 10:15 AM [Local Time]

Confederate Caesar Rôphtór Wêhndyg and Black Operations Brigade Steward Vhänz Sairhómín were playing the ancient Yervhennian strategic game of rêtsydt — whose name was a special compounded word in Suhraanoseon that, when translated into English, meant the phrase 'party of the blade'. It was similar with respect to chess and its even more archaic Indian predecessor chaturanga, but this game was much older. Much, much older, and a little bit more complex in several respects. As career geopoliticians who have colluded with one another from the very start to take Aleckandor to new heights, it was wholly necessary that they keep their minds sharp in the art of generalship. A good game of retsydt every once in a while on the Caesar's breaks was bound to do just that.

"I'm impressed, Rophtor," commented the always-mysterious Steward of BOBA as flames danced about in the marble fireplace across the dark granite room, "You actually to castle your Commander and reinforce his spacing with a retreat from your Drakes. Is that really you playing?"

"A change in tactics is always necessary when it seems like your opponent knows your behavior well." said the Caesar. "I usually am an aggressive and offensive player, but I've chosen this particular match to test my own personal theories about defensive gameplay."

"Yes, yes, strategic flexibility is paramount to obtaining a fluid advantage in many situations," agreed Vhanz, his tongue carrying a faint sibilance that was true to his wise and serpent-like character, "But always bear in mind that doing the unexpected and expecting something good out of it is merely trusting in a hypothetical fluke. It is good to anticipate what your foe may do, but never underestimate his ability to adapt." At the moment, Vhanz made a move with one of his more powerful pieces on the hexagonal board, and it was a move that nearly dumbfounded the Caesar.

"You really are something, Mr. Sairhomin." he said in a frustrated yet impressed tone.

"Why else did your predecessor make me the director of the global Aleckandorean intelligence community?" rhetorically retorted Sairhomin with a short chuckle that followed. Just then, there were three knocks at the gilded ebony doors that led into the office space. Both men were broken from their trance in the game and looked on over in the general direction of the entrance.

"Enter!" bid the Caesar, and enter did a military communications clerk holding a beige-colored readout after being let in by the dressy Marine Legion guards that stood by the door with bayoneted AY144L bullpup assault rifles. The clerk clicked his heals as he saluted, then returned immediately at ease.

"Mr. Caesar, Your Electedness," he began, "We have a major situation developing on our hands. CMS High Command urgently wishes to see you and the Steward in the Black Bunker. Effective immediately."

Command Conference Suite | Black Bunker Of Betrization | 1.5 Kilometers Beneath 'The Hexagon' (CMS High Command)
Pandomonita | Towne Of The Confederates
1030 Hours [Local Time]

The Caesar and the Steward used the clandestine subway service line that connected the Executoreum directly the to Black Bunker Of Betrization many kilometers away. The kilometer-long complex was considered by many to be Aleckandor's largely secretive global nerve center, for it housed all the most advanced intelligence and information control assets which the Confederacy could muster in one place to direct and expand its theaters of benevolent hegemony. When the two arrived, they met with the Paramount Commanders of the main CMS branches. Upon reaching the suite, a BOBA analyst as well as a Land Army general brought the Rophtor, Vhanz, and the Commanders up to speed on the situation. They brought up the communiqué sent out by the AiMU team in the Kayshenian capital, the cut-off oration spoken directly by President Sandril, various satellite images showing that a loyalist-held airbase in the capital province was under attack by both domestic and foreign mercenary forces, and some other intelligence on the NevyaCorp coup forces both in the capital and outside of it. Vhanz was more intrigued by the developing crisis more than Rophtor was beginning to feel an intense episode of vitriol for the scenario building up within him.

"I will ask the Legislative Consortium to convene in an emergency session within the hour." declared the Caesar to the joint chiefs in the room, "The Senators and Resident Controllers will certainly sanction an official police action against Nevya and any group cooperating with them in Kayshen, but they will be wary of granting me emergency powers this time around, so we can expect to only operate using limited assets until further notice."

"We'll get our people back and the others too, Mr. Caesar, I'm sure of it," then started the Land Army intelligence officer who was giving the brief, "So to review, we've got two main objectives: launch a surgical rescue-in-force operation nearby and into Peshkerfüld to extract our people and our allies (HVI is Kayshenian President 'Davious Sandril'), and provide substantial airland assistance and reinforcement to the besieged units at Revyuth AB to open up a transit corridor for the arrival of more of our troops and those of our allies."

"And from there we'll repulse those money-grubbing gangsters and put them back in their place: underneath the treads of just and popular patriotic governance." the Grand Aleckandorean Marine Legion's Supreme Commandant muttered with the sort of jingoistic glee that his was a huge part of his branch's culture and esprit de corps.

"Maybe we can level Nevya's headquarters building with a couple of well-placed gravity bomb payloads." the Air Force Staff Chief mused.

"Or maybe with some sub-launched cruise missiles." further suggested the Naval Force's Supreme Admiral in a half-serious yet half-jovial manner, to which everyone in the room shared in a short round of snickering.

"So," continued the Caesar after the dry laughing died down a few seconds later, "New Nord Yervhenn seems to be closest base of opportunity the Confederacy has. What assets can we deploy?"

"Sir, we have two Special Circumstances Units stationed there as well as another three whole Corps of Expeditionary Marines." the BOBA analyst standing across the room explicated. "We should deploy a battalion-sized mission force from those resources and split it in two — one for the breakout from GH, the other for the reinforcement of Revyuth."

"Hmm, those SCUs...they're always ready to go for this kind of operation. Why not send some of those guys?" the Caesar wondered.

"The SCUs we have in NNY Province are codenamed 'ORTHANC' and 'EDORAS'. The first one is more naval-centered while the second can be mobilized for a sustained para-drop endeavor." the analyst replied. "Yeah, I would definitely recommend deploying a battalion from EDORAS, Your Electedness. They have their own transport planes and fighter escorts to oversee and conduct a general strategic insertion, they'd be able to leave within an hour's notice."

"Send them." ordered the Caesar.

"I'll have the Field Resources Group of BOBA embellish the appropriate formations with all-spectrum intelligence reports on Kayshen." the Steward put forth thoughtfully, "And since Special Circumstances Units are underneath Black Operations jurisdiction, you know by now that they're all logically OPCON to me. I will be coordinating with their commanders to see this thing through."

"There is an electronic warfare fighter squadron and a tactical bomber wing in NNY, Generex right now as well, specifically at North Fylbrähaem AFB — where EDORAS happens to be also largely stationed at." jumped in the Staff Chief of the Grand Aleckandorean Air Force (GAAF). "In addition to the six KC-10 Extenders I can keep running by a perpetual refueling ring halfway between Generex and Kayshen, I can order an advance squadron to clear a path for both the planned troop-drops and later, intermediate-range bomb and missile strikes on enemy installations and any hard surface facilities owned by NevyaCorp."

"Good, good, this all sounds very good, gentlemen." Rophtor nodded. He rose from his chair and everyone else who was seated followed suit. He then announced, "I want to coordinate with the other governments who may be planning to send their own intervention forces. The CMS should be coordinating in particular with the armed forces of Western Weyard and The Selkie. This will be a joint endeavor to drive a dagger through the heart of the corporate coup in Kayshen, and then some; together, we will be the winds of change that will restore honor to a people who have been oppressed and exploited for far too long."

"We have work to do."

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North Fylbrähaem AFB | Fylbrähaem Outskirts | Province Of New Nord Yervhenn
Far East Generexite Subcontinent | Aleckandorean Confederacy
1355 Hours [Local Time]

The first planes to take off was a trio of Karl Harcourt Aeronautics KH-A57 Coldstone supersonic fighters which were electronic warfare variants outfitted with onboard radar jammers and hardpoints for guided anti-radiation missiles. About three hours and a traversal over a large body of water later, the planes would arrive on the edges of Kayshenian airspace to link up a with a Weyard AWACS craft and its escorts already being dispatched to that position. From there those craft will break from their holding pattern and move to engage hostile early-warning radar networks and interconnected surface-to-air defense weaponry whose targeted positions will be relayed to them rom the AWACS, and in turn, the data for possible points of attack will be further relayed to the Weyard airborne controllers by live images beamed down from Confederate Aleckandorean reconnaissance satellites in orbit.

In about 5 minutes, the next group of aircraft to take off would be three KC-10s; their three other counterparts in the same wing were already up in the air and flying in a continuous circle somewhere out over the ocean on the way to Kayshen. These three would join them for a while before the others who were already up prior to them returned to base in order to fuel up their own tanks before rotating up again with new operating crews. There would eventually be constant military air traffic coming in west and heading out eastwards of North Fylbrahaem and other Aleckandorean military airports located in both NNY and in some of the Divided States Of Generex's coastal states. It would be costly in terms of fuel supplies and ordnance being expended, but the territories in Generex were home to some of the largest domestic manufacturing sites of munitions and energy throughout the entire Confederacy (perhaps only rivaled by the great arms foundries and reactor plants of Fallakos back home in the Original Foundersland Doman). So in the end, there would be no issue with inventories because surplus weapons could be brought out to replace the stockpiles that would be depleted in the coming major combat operations.

But ten minutes after the KC-10s would have departed, the Land Army Para-Grenadiers whom were part of the multi-branch Special Circumstances Unit called EDORAS would board their transport craft. An array of field equipment, logistical kits, and whole vehicle packages were currently being stocked aboard some of the larger planes by the Air Force crews while the paratrooper infantry were being briefed of their mission objectives. The fighters who were meant to escort them all the way there were being fueled up and fitted for air-to-air combat as well. It wouldn't be long now until this unit of Aleckandoreans were wheels up and rapidly headed towards a troubled foreign realm to do battle yet again.

OOC: I will provide a comprehensive order of battle for SCU: EDORAS later either in my next post or on the actual OOC thread. My forces aren't in transit yet, but they soon will be.

[Japan and Pacific States]

Jinguuji looked over at Captain McGarrett and nodded her head.
General Marimo: "I do value the lives of my prisoners, were it any other time I wouldn't have taken the action that I have, but considering our position here where our enemy is very well knocking at our door, ready to kill us all without hesitation, I'd prefer to use any means at my disposal to strike fear into their hearts before I possibly die. Let them know of the reputation of his majesty's royal guard and fear their presence..... Though I do agree it is regrettable that, that young man was the one captured and forced to become my means to ensure fear was struck into our enemy's hearts so that they may turn and run. ....I look forward to hearing about it. My actions at this very moment were necessary in my eyes. You may put that in as well if you like but it doesn't change my views on this. At this point we survive or they do. I'd hope that in a time such as this all of you would know it's better for us to survive over them.. And if they should overwhelm us then for me there is nothing better than to die with my hands around the throat of one of those greedy bastards."
Lieutenant Takamura smiled and put her hand on the General's shoulder looking up at her.
Lieutenant Takamura: "What the general is saying is that they need to die for us to survive.... This is no different than our previous war against the Americans. We need to ensure the president survives so that these bastards may pay for all they've done and what they might do in the future. Why must we fight each other over this unfortunate thing, yes he was a prisoner of war but one that if given the chance would flee from us and if we couldn't catch him he would join their ranks once more and give them Intel on our capabilities..... Though they are right General. It wasn't exactly a nice thing to do...."
General Marimo turned and looked down at Takamura crossing her arms.
General Marimo: "Lieutenant Takamura, that is the last thing I want to hear from you. This isn't about being "nice" this about our own survival. That man was to serve as a tool to dishearten our enemies, to let them know that we will not give up or give in without a fight. But if you all wish to be "nice" to the men that are trying to kill all of us. Let's just throw down our weapons, walk out and see how many of us get killed before it goes through your skulls that "oh well I suppose the general was right". Warfare is best left to the strong, not the weak. Remember that well Takamura."
Lieutenant Takamura nodded her head, taking her hand off the general's shoulder and lowered her head looking down at the General's feet.
Lieutenant Takamura: "Yes ma'am.... I apologize...."
General Marimo sighed and grabbed Takamura's shoulder's looking down at her.
General Marimo: "Yui, you have a boyfriend to go home to. Your survival over the survival of our enemies is more important. I have a son at home waiting for me. I'm not going to go back to him in a goddamn box just because some spineless politician and his lapdog are more concerned with treatment of our enemies. And the same should go for all of you! I'm sure there are those amongst you who have family, wives, daughters, sons, mothers, or fathers at home waiting for you to come back! Let's not dishonor our families by dying here to these lesser men who fight only for money, with no loyalty to their homelands or places that have become their homes... Understood?!"

The General then looked at President Sandril, taking her hands off Lieutenant Takamura's shoulders before speaking again.

General Marimo: "No disrespect meant mister president, but until you've seen what I've seen you won't understand why surrendering to these people or even treating them like they're human beings is something I will not do, something I will never do. My men's lives come first above all else to me. They understand what I'm talking about.... Later if you wish at another time I will explain but right now we need to focus on ensuring our survival."

[Kayshen]

Time: 1702
Date: 15/03/2017
Location: Government House, Peshkerfüld, Republik of Kayshen
Situation:

"President Sandril, soldiers of the Republican Guard, we have you surrounded. Your communist tyranny is at an end. You are outnumbered and outgunned, save yourself and surrender. You have ten minutes to comply." the message started at exactly 1700 hours and repeated every thirty seconds. President Sandril addressed his men and the officers of the foreign units. "I thank you all for your service. You have risked your lives and your livelihood for me and my country. However I cannot expect any more from you. You have gone far beyond your duty as soldiers and as guards. I will not begrudge you if you take this opportunity to surrender, especially those foreigners among us. This isn't your country, these aren't your people and I am not your president. You have already served as exemplary ambassadors of your nation and to leave now would not damage your honour." Sandril spoke slowly and solemnly. He could not expect any more of the soldiers around him then they had already done.

"Sir, with all due respect," A Republican Guardsman began, taking a weary glance at Colonel Yulyev who might have otherwise bitten his head off, "I refuse to leave this building. Even if the Colonel orders me to." he finished, bracing for what he believed to be an inevitable lashing from the Colonel. Instead there was silence from the Colonel.
"And me, Sir. I'll not leave any of my brothers here!" a young corporal spoke up, placing a hand on the shoulder of the first guardsman. Quickly the word went around and the guardsman all came it out in overwhelming support of the President. They had all been too long under the boot of NevyaCorp, if they surrendered now they would forever live as corporate slaves, their sovereignty given up for their own personal sakes'.