A World in Chaos: An Alt-Earth RP (IC/Open) SIGNUP FIRST

[Soviet Chernarus]

Imperial News Network

"The Emperor has recently announced the nation's entry into the Rothenberg Pact, more commonly known as the UFE. This is likely to benefit our nation in many ways, including economically and militarily. The vast majority of civilians in our Great Reich supports the Emperor's decision to bring the nation out of isolationism - in other news, several terrorists have been arrested after a raid on their main base by Imperial Intelligence Agents, who successfully managed to break into their hideout and capture the terrorists, only suffering two wounded. They are currently awaiting trial and are facing life imprisonment. Remember, civilians, report any terrorists and traitors to the Imperial Intelligence Agency's hotline and serve our Fatherland and the Emperor."

"We have also received unconfirmed reports of an infectious disease beginning to get a foothold in Ghondra and Taehan. However, this is nothing to be worried about, and the Emperor has repeatedly assured us that the Fatherland is not under any threat from the disease. Kolteran Health experts and the Ministry of Public Health has strongly encouraged the populace to wash their hands and to follow other easy to follow procedures to help improve public sanitation. Again, we are not under any threat from this disease..."

The man on the screen shuffled his papers, before continuing. "The Emperor has also announced plans to drastically increase the firepower and strength of the Imperial Navy. In a speech yesterday, he confirmed circulating rumors of the beginning of the construction of a carrier, to be named Helmuth in honor of our Emperor. He has also begun diverting funding from the army and the air force to the navy as part of a massive campaign to add additional ships such as cruisers and destroyers to the Navy, to cement Kolteran power in the region as well as strengthen our defenses against foreign nations..."
---
Imperial Palace, Verdenburg

The Emperor talked in urgent tones to his most closest and wisest Imperial Advisors in the massive room, which was one of many in the Palace. A Chandelier hung from the ceiling while four, plush couches were arranged in a square-like shape. The Emperor and his advisors were sitting on the couches - it was clear by their voices that whatever they were talking about was important.

"The disease is spreading like wildfire in Taehan. It will not be long before it reaches our borders. Our scientists have no information on the disease whatsoever - we have acted too late." One of the advisors - a timid man with brown hair - murmured nervously. The emperor motioned him to be silent, "Perhaps so. But we have been blessed to live in this Fatherland and he has never failed us. We have persevered through more...difficult times than this."

"Yes, your Imperial Majesty, sir, but it pays to be prepared. We should immediately send aid to countries who have had reported cases of these disease as well as put together our nation's best scientists to research the disease. We should also inform the population of the nature of the disease as well as proper sanitation procedures." Another advisor proposed.

"This is all good advice. However, what will we do if it manages to spread to our borders? There will be panic and it will certainly have negative repercussions on trade and our economy." The Emperor replied.

"Yes, but we can help mitigate the repercussions. We should immediately impose and enforce a curfew in all of our major cities. We should also issue masks to our population, if the disease is discovered to be airborne. However, since we currently have no knowledge of the disease...it is hard to say what will happen and what we must do." The same advisor said uneasily.

The Emperor leaned forward, his eyes staring indifferently at the food, which lay uneaten on the table in front of him. He sighed, before muttering - "I do not know what this disease is. Nor how it will affect the Fatherland and its people.,

"In the case that it spreads to Kolterüng, we must also evacuate you, your Imperial Majesty, and the rest of the government to specially designed bunkers. The Palace will not be safe for you anymore."

The Emperor attempted to smile, but it came out as a grimace. "Then we will do what we must do. Since it seems we have nothing further to talk about, you are dismissed."

The Advisors seemed to object, with one of them replying with a worried expression "But your Imperial Majesty -" Before he could finish his sentence the Emperor stood, leaving the room. The Advisors sat there awkwardly and briefly, before they each departed the room, each going their separate ways.

[Renetopia]

The Republic of Jiade "You aren't the world. The world is you." To: All The Jiadese Ministry of Health has isolated the virus in the Zhanshi Bioscience University laboratory. Jiadese top scientists, biologists, doctors and chemists are working together in order to study the virus more and try to find a vaccine. We, the Jiadese, who have been struck the most by the virus, ask for the world's help in fighting this disease. We are asking the world to send their most top-notch scientists so we can fight this disease together. Remember, your country might be next. Sincerely, minister of health, Yong Yunqi

[Cymrea]

Persican Broadcasting Corporation

"...in health news tonight, the Ministry of Health and the Circles for Disease Control and Disease Prevention have issued a statement declaring the viral cases in Jiade and Ghondra a "heightened risk". Persican airports have instituted increased security and screening protocols and significantly limited traffic coming from those countries.

"The CDC and CDP have announced that they will be sending some of Persica's brightest medical minds to Jiade in an effort to contain the virus and find a cure. Each is a volunteer, including a team of six epidemiologists from the Health Sciences College at the University of Osteros.

"Additional teams are being assembled for cooperative efforts in Jordslag and Andoria, as well as Aqruthia and the Emeralderic Union.

"For the PBC News, I'm Dan Maroon."

[Ghondra]

News Hour

"...Rioting in the Bismarck Metropolitan Area has entered into its third day. The Riot, in response to the recent outbreak of the MEV-01 Virus in the Daloria Suburbam Area a week ago has claimed some 200 lives, and injured thousands more, and has cost the city, the largest city in Ghondra, damage of up to $1 Billion Imperial Poundsterlings. Despite the best efforts of the city's police force, and the efforts of the CDC and the Ministry of Health and Services to alleviate the panic. The rioting has only increased the projected amount of the infected in the city, from a single person a week ago, to nearly 500 now. The National Guard has been deployed, and lethal force has reportedly been authorized by the local garrison commander, more on this story as it develops."

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Report on the MEV-01 Virus
by Alexandra Johnston & Dylan Monroe, CDC

Based on the data we have collected on the MEV-01 Virus, and the autopsy report compiled by Dr. Fa Xu of the Qiye, St. Mercy General Hospital, we have determined the point of origin of the virus to an unknown location in Southern Kaea, specifically in the deserts. It thrives in high temperature environments, and exhibit signs of resistance of Class I through III Antibiotics, limited use of Class IV antibiotics recommended.

The virus designated MEV-01 by Health authorities around the world is a viral disease exhibiting signs of rapid mutation, and a mortality rate of 25%, along with an incubation period ranging from 2 days, to 2 weeks, since global number of infected has not reached that significant a number, the average incubation period cannot be determined at this time, though we theorize that the average incubation period, based on data collected so far, are 3 days.

Symptoms include sneezing, which could increase the rate of infection if infectees are not supplied with masks, and at the third day, the infected will usually undergo a massive seizure, shutting down all vital and non-vital organs, followed by death.

Recommendation: Sequence the virus' genome immediately, and isolate all possible infectees. Distribute masks to the general population.

Final notes: Pray.

[The Emerald Dragon]

Emeralderic News Network

"In response to the outbreak of the MEV-01 in several areas around the globe, the Emeralderic Government is ordering all flights to and from the nation to be stopped... Passengers will be allowed to return home, but must be decontaminated and placed in quarantine for two weeks following their arrival in the country. Soldiers in HAZMAT suits will also be on standby to clean the aircrafts and ships once they arrive."

"This is Michael Grimsson, signing off"

That was the headline, at least the official government version, admittedly, the Council cared about the people and were practically an unseen but benevolent dictatorship. Just in case an outbreak was to occur, a 15% increase in healthcare funding had been prepared..

[Neo-Assyrian Empire]

"... and there were no survivors. Next up, we have an update on the War on Terror in Prussenija. The State announced that it has captured the accomplices of the Resistance leader Thomas Richarte. There are not many details at this time as to their future, but Colonel Heinrich Vulten says that their execution will be occurring in the next few days. He also hopes that this will make an impression on the Resistance and will curtail further efforts to undermine the state.

"And now, we have breaking news from Kaea as it appears a new virus has been affecting hundreds of civilians in the region. It appears that the new virus, the MEV-01, is spreading quickly throughout the country, worrying health officials all around the world. The Head Marshal has cut trade and any sort of travel to the region in the hopes of keeping the disease out of Prussenija.

"Lastly, citizens of North Bretton shall see an increase of military patrols in the region due to an increase in tensions between Ghondra and the State. The Head Marshal has said that the soldiers will be there until, quote 'The Democratic scum are under the boot of Prussen forces.'

"That is it for us here at the Prussen Naujienų Tinklas. Have a good day, and Hail Prussenija!"

---

Röthenburg
The Imperial Flags flew high over the State Police Head Quarters. Inside, Colonel Heinrich Vulten, the chief officer of the State Police, walked down the halls of the building and came to the Office of International Affairs. The OIA is, in essence, a more secretive group than the Prussen Intelligence Agency. If there is something that needs to be... "borrowed" from another country, the OIA is called in. And that's exactly what needed to be done. The official walked in and picked out two agents. "I need you two to infiltrate Jiade. Everything you need to know is in this folder," he slid the folder on to a table infront of the duo. "For your eyes only."

The soldiers flipped through the folder. "When do we leave?"

"Tomorrow. Four hundred hours, meet at the location specified in the folder."

Vulten walked out of the office and left the two soldiers there.

---

Rural Prussenija
After several days of interrogations, it was clear that Mrs. Richarte was clear on taking her knowledge to the grave. The State decided that it would be best to execute them as soon as possible in order to send a message to the Resistance. Today, there is a single unmarked truck driving along the backwater roads of rural Prussenija, a region infamous for its resistance activities. The sky was darkening as storm clouds rolled into the area. The car made a sudden stop as an open field was found, surrounded by trees on all sides, with the exception of the side facing the road. Two men in black uniforms opened the back of the truck and grabbed Mrs. Richarte and the boy, both bound with handcuffs and severely beaten. They were taken to the center of the field, in front of a small ditch.

One soldier kicked Mrs. Richarte to the ground and aimed a pistol at the back of her head. The trigger was pulled and her cadaver fell into the ditch. The same was done to the boy. As the soldiers walked back to the truck, rain began to fall from the heavens, as if God himself was moved by the passing of the two civilians.

(OOC: This post is mediocre, I know, but the original idea that I had in mind for this post didn't pan out the way I wanted it to. Hopefully the next one will be a bit better)

[Cymrea]

Persican Broadcasting Corporation

"...and in defence news this evening, aerial drones and unmanned mini-tanks may be joined by naval drones in the near future. Here's defence correspondent Portia Evans with more."

"It’s July on Persica's Serra River and a secret military exercise is about to make history. A large ship that the Navy sometimes calls a high-value unit or HVU - in this case the HMS Furious, a Zumwalt-class railgun destroyer - is making its way down the river's thalweg, escorted by thirteen small guard boats. Between them, they carry a variety of payloads, loud speakers and flashing lights, a .50-caliber machine gun and a microwave direct energy weapon or heat ray.

"A helicopter crew overhead spies a suspicious "enemy" boat that seems to be moving too close to the HVU. Messages are relayed and the small escort boats begin moving. Detecting the enemy vessel with radar and infrared sensors, they perform a series of maneuvers to encircle the craft, coming close enough to the boat to engage it and near enough to one another to seal off any potential escape or access to the ship they are guarding. They blast warnings via loudspeaker and flash their lights. The HVU is now free to safely move away.

"What made this particular exercise remarkable was that the thirteen boats were not only unmanned, but displayed an unprecedented degree of autonomy. In a recent briefing with reporters, Rear Admiral Percival Trask, chief of the Circle of Naval Research (CNR), pointed out that a maneuver that required forty people had just dropped down to just one.

"Much of the discussion and fear of armed unmanned vehicles ignores a central fact. Aerial drones like the Predator or Reaper are operated by two-man human teams, a pilot to steer the drone and a sensor operator to control the various mechanical eyes and ears. The boats that participated in the event on the Serra River were able to sense one another as well as other vessels, and execute complicated "swarm" maneuvers, with a bare minimum of guidance. These boats are not your average drones.

"'Think about it as replicating the functions that a human boat pilot would do. We've taken that capability and extended it to multiple [unmanned surface vehicles] operating together… within that, we've designed team behaviors,' Robert Wright-Jones, the manager of the SWARM program for CNR, told reporters.

"At one point in his briefing, Trask held up a cube about the size of a paper weight of circuits stacked on top one another. The unit is called the Control Architecture for Robotic Agent Command and Sensing or CARACaS. It allows the boats to 'operate autonomously, without a sailor physically needing to be at the controls - including operating in sync with other unmanned vessels; choosing their own routes; swarming to interdict enemy vessels; and escorting/protecting naval assets,' according to an ONR description. 'Any boat can be fitted with a kit that allows it to act autonomously and swarm on a potential threat.'

"Though thirteen was the number needed for that particular exercise, Trask envisions future maneuvers with twenty or even thirty boats. He said the system will be fully operational next year."

[Ptolemais]

Top Stories This Hour

MEV-01 Virus

A mysterious virus that began in Jiade has broken regional containment and made it to Ghondra. Due to the unknown nature of the virus, and its high mortality/transmission rates, the Noble Council has decreed that all international flights from Kaea and Bretton will be halted. All passengers arriving at international airports will be screened thoroughly by the Health Secretariat. The government is taking these measures in an abundance of caution, and it considers an outbreak in Helvetia unlikely. Aid will be sent to Jiade and Ghondra if requested.

Avoria Sues For Peace

Avoria has reportedly begun high level contact with Helvetia in regards to ending the conflict. The fragility of the ceasefire, and the uncertainty associated with it, has undoubtedly caused an economic impact in Avoria and strained its resources. As well, Helvetia's most recent show of force through deployment of railgun technology has tipped the scales of the war heavily in the favour of Helvetia, according to Dr. Kirigaya Otome, a professor of international relations at the Royal University of Tokiwadai. "Helvetia's deployment of railgun technology has effectively made the Avorian Navy obsolete" he said. "This has, for the first time in the war, made the complete annihilation of their navy a real possibility, and as a result their lands would be exposed to threat of invasion, or at the very least, economic embargo." An Avorian delegation will be arriving in Tokiwadai later this week to meet with the Defence Secretary Satoru Yanagi.

[Ghondra]

PROJECT CHIMERA
SECURITY CLEARANCE 13 ONLY
EY-00 EYES ONLY

>Password?
>███████
>Password Accepted, Welcome: DIRECTOR VIVIAN ANDERSON

PROJECT CHIMERA is the project that aims to weaponize the virus designated ███-██ while simultaneously curing the virus.

ENTRY LOG 09/21/2014: We have acquired samples of the virus known as ███-██ and have transported the samples acquired from Agent ████████ from St. Mercy General Hospital, Qiye to Black Site ██ Director Anderson has been informed.

RESEARCH LOG 09/24/2014 - Dr. J██████ C█████: Tests has indicate that the virus display hyper-evolutionary, and hyper-mutative properties. Recommend further testing.

RESEARCH LOG 09/26/2014 -Dr. J██████ C█████: Isolated samples that have been tested and experimented on has shown signs of evolution, tests involving available assets have indicate possible tumor growth, and now displays more than the previous infection vectors. We believe that the virus has the possibility to become water-borne.

RESEARCH LOG 09/30/2014 -Dr. J██████ C█████: SUCCESS! We have tested a vaccine on one of our Chimpanzees, and exposed it to the virus. After 72 Hours it has not displayed any symptoms associated with the virus. We will expose a live (vaccinated) human within 24 Hours. We'll see if this produces a cure.

ADDENDUM 10/03/2014 - Commander P████ C████: Black Site ██ has been bombarded by conventional bombs, and irradiated completely. Site will be designated as a danger zone for civilians and guarded by Task Force 7, OMEGA PROTOCOL is in effect. All records will be expunged after Director Anderson gives her approval.

RESULTS:
-NEW STRAIN DEVELOPS, DESIGNATED ███-██S
-NO VACCINE AVAILABLE AT THIS TIME FOR THE ABOVE-MENTIONED STRAIN
-POSSIBLE VACCINE HAS BEEN DEVELOPED, BUT MAY NOT MEET SAFETY STANDARDS
-WEAPONIZATION OF ███-██ OR ███-██S FAILS
-BLACK SITE ██ COMPLETELY NEUTRALIZED AND NO HUMANS WITH THE EXCEPTION OF MEMBERS OF TF-7 WILL BE ALLOWED IN THE VICINITY, PERIMETER OF 50KM AROUND THE SITE PENDING

>CMD: WIPE AND EXPUNGE FILE "PROJECT CHIMERA" FROM DATABASE
>LEVEL 13 PASS REQUIRED
>███████
>DATA EXPUNGED
>OPEN FILE "PROJECT CHIMERA"
>FILE NOT FOUND

[Cymrea]

Kingdom of Persica

Ministry of Foreign Affairs

To: Foreign Affairs Ministries of Andoria, Aqruthia, the Emeralderic Union, Jiade, and Jordslag-Valim
Re: AEGIS

Your Excellencies,

The Circle of Archons and the Ministry of Defence have deliberated at length and concluded that the AEGIS Conference, scheduled to be held in Logria, must needs be postponed while the threat of MEV-01 (Ghondran Flu) infection and contagion remains dire. This postponement is indefinite for the time being and will be revisited once the danger has passed. Until then, the Crown and Government of Persica remains committed to isolating and defeating Ghondran Flu. To that end, Persica will cooperate with and provide assistance to any of your medical communities. Standing solidly together, we can and will bring the Ghondran Flu to heel.


Ever in service,

Right Honourable Meredith Aurelia Rhys-Jones,
Praetor Extraterritorialis,
Royal Persican Senate,
for Her Majesty the Queen.

[Cymrea]

To: ███████ █████, Section Chief, Intelligentia Militarum Section 9
From: ██ █████ ███████, Director of ███████, Circle for Disease Control
Re: ███████ ███


Sir:

Efforts at isolating ███████, (AKA ███████ ███) have proven marginally effective. The primary concern lies in its ability to quickly mutate and adapt to environments. Most virulent are the airborne and waterborne strains, both of which continue to resist pacification and present the most significant threats in terms of vector. We have devised inoculations against every strain but these two, despite our best efforts and inclusion of the Jiade Strategies.

A total of ███████████ technicians have been infected in the course of our programme, ███████ of whom are deceased. Per strictly-enforced protocol, exposed bodies and materials are incinerated, but I am personally finding these rates to be alarming.

The ███████ Facility requires additional qualified personnel. And █████████ from IM sources in ███████ are imperative if we’re going to have any success in isolating the air- and waterborne strains.

We’re already seeing the bloody thing adapting to extreme temperatures. Wherever ███████ ███ comes from, it’s not going to be defeated without the most vigourous campaign.


Respectfully,


████████████

[Ghondra]

Cape of Anders, North Ghondra Sea
1300 Hours GMT+1

The Squadron of F-16 Falcons flew through the air, the sun's rays blasting the canopies that acted as sunvisors for the pilots, sparing them from the Summer Sun's glaring light. The Squadron's F-16s were all brand new, fresh off the factory, with the exception of one fighter. The lead fighter in the squadron's diamond shaped formation. On the sides was painted a knight on horseback, with a golden crown in the background, with text below reading: "Kingmaker"

"Hey Skip, my radar detects a flight of bogeys, Su-27 Flankers" One of the nuggets, the spirited (read= Overenthusiastic little shit) new addition to Kingmaker Squadron; Killian Foster sounded over the squadron comm channel. "Point of Origin?" Jeffrey Bartlett, the Squadron leader asked, now tracking the fast-movers using his own radar.

"About North-East, 35 Degrees, should we engage?"

"Negative, Ramirez, radio em'" Bartlett ordered, banking 35 Degrees to face the incoming Bogeys.

"Copy. Attention unidentified flight, you are entering Restricted Ghondran Airspace, please identify yourself or we will be forced to intercept you"

No response. Time ticked endlessly for the members of the Kingmaker squadron as they waited for a response. After one minute, Ramirez now had enough of the waiting, "Attention Assholes! If you do not turn around, I will use the ordnance at my disposal to bury you! Respond or we
will fire on you?"

Bartlett resisted the urge to scold Ramirez, but now was not the time to do so.

Another minute passed, and now the sillhouette of the Flankers was visible.

"Stupid Ghondrans" A voice responded in heavily-accented Ghondran, not even Bartlett expected what would come next. Missiles streaked through the air, a series of spectacular explosions followed. Bartlett banked and rolled, counting the number of friendlies his radar picked up. 5, 5 out of 13 remained.

"Engage!" The skies light up in a blur, jet fuel clouded the air as missiles struggled to find their targets and the pilots desperately banked left and right in a daze, desperate for a chance to survive the shooting gallery that now filled the skies.

Bartlett streaked past one of the Flankers, his eyes grew to baloon sized levels, widening at the sight of the rampant wolf on the side of the flanker.

"Rikvar's Wolves..." Bartlett whispered to himself, he began to shout at the surviving Kingmakers, down to only 2 now. "Kenton, Alexi! Disengage, now!"

Bartlett desperately throttled, pushing his engines over the redline, he breathed a sigh of relief as he spotted that at least one made it out, followed shortly by anger and sorrow, as he mourned the deaths of the rooks. He suddenly realized, he barely knew them. He felt tears well up in his eyes.

"We meet again Bartlett" A deep and throaty voice sounded over the comms, Bartlett's eyes widened once again, he knew that voice...

"Heinrich"

[Cymrea]

Patrol Group Three
International waters southwest of Cape of Anders, North Ghondra Sea
1300 Hours (GMT -1)

Her Majesty’s Ship Glorious knifed through the grey-green waters at the head of the patrol. Behind and to either flank of the Zumwalt-class railgun ship was a pair of Arleigh Burkes, Devonshire and Hampshire. The three destroyers comprised the group currently assigned to patrolling the area around Midland, monitoring activity and reporting back to Central Fleet Command.

Commander Thomas Aquila looked out of the bridge, the sunlight shattering into a hundred million glittering shards on the sea. The day was clear and calm; summer in the northern tropics was frequently very pleasant.

A loud ping came from the Aegis station, like someone had flicked a fine crystal glass.

The operator sang out. “Conn, Radar! Contact: aerial, ninety-eight marks northeast!” The term mark was Persican shorthand for nautical mile. Aquila moved to the station and peered at the display. At the edge of the system’s range was a cluster of signals, some of which briefly overlapped.

“This,” he asked the young officer, “should be a Ghondran air patrol out of southern Midland, no?”

“Aye sir, but these signals here aren’t Ghondran. They’re Prussen.”

Aquila’s eyebrows furrowed. “Prussen? Why would Fritz be this far south?” The Aegis operator seemed to understand the captain’s question was addressed to himself, and didn’t respond.

Lieutenant Robert Ross’ Ghaella-accented bass boomed across the bridge. “Shall we splash the lot o' them, sir?” The weapons officer, a mountain of a man, grinned fiercely from under his ginger muttonchops.

With a command to the Burkes, Aquila could conceivably launch a swarm of Mk 41 missiles and strike the entire cluster of foreign aircraft from the sky. But that was far outside the parameters of the patrol orders and a foolish notion to consider, even in jest.

“No, Mr. Ross,” Aquila said in a patient tone; Ross only barked a laugh. To the Aegis officer he said, “Log it and send it to fleet command.” He paused and thought for a moment, then turned to face Ross with no expression.

“You may paint them with locks, though, Mr. Ross. Let them know we’re watching.”

With a low chuckle, Ross growled, “Aye, sir!”

[Neo-Assyrian Empire]

Cape of Anders, North Ghondra Sea
12:58 GMT+1
As a now hour was approaching, fighter ace Eric Rikvar and his squadren flew over the waters. Rikvar looked over to his right and saw the coast of South Midland, slowly fading back behind the jets. He grabbed the radio. "We need to turn around, now," he said, "Any further south and we can risk a battle with the Ghondrans." Heinrich Ulger, Rikvar's right hand man, picked up on the other end.

"No, no. We shall keep flying. If the democrats know what's good for them, they will not engage."

"How can you be so sure? Any minute now, we'll enter Ghondran airspace!"

"Trust me, Eric. Have I ever proved you wrong before?"

"Yes, plenty of times! The last time I trusted you, we nearly started a third world war!"

A new member to the pack picked up the radio. "Rikvar, I've spotted a cluster of aircraft on my radar. They appear to be Ghondran in origin. Shall we turn around?"

"Yes, we should. Heinrich, get smart and fall back! We don't need any conflict here, not yet!"

There was only silence on Heinrich's part as the disgruntled pilot switched off the radio. He merely looked as most of the pack turned around, only leaving Heinrich and William Locke, another new member of the Pack. Suddenly, a new voice came through the radio. No doubt that it was the Ghondran pilots. Heinrich ignored the voice until he heard a threat from the other side. He picked up the radio and spat out the phrase that would start a war.

"Stupid Ghondrans"

He flipped open a small hatch on his joystick and pushed down the red button beneath, launching a rocket at the now visible Ghondran jets. Heinrich then returned to the radio. "Whoever is still with me, engage the targets ahead. If Rikvar isn't courageous enough to bury these capitalist underlings, then we will!" Several more rockets were exchanged in the span of only a couple minutes. During this time, however, Locke was forced to eject after a rocket struck his aircraft's engine. He landed near the coast of a Ghondran island. After the smoke cleared, Heinrich realized whom the sole Ghondran survivor was.

"We meet again, Bartlett," he spoke over the intercom. "Remember me? Must've been only five years ago since I slaughtered you and your band of so-called 'aces'. You know, I should have gunned you down when I had the chance, all those years ago. This time, I will make sure you are dead." Heinrich then pressed the button and fired another rocket.

---

Röthenburg
10:17 Local Time
Head Marshal Vandessen was in a Senate hearing at the time in order to decide what the Empire should do in order to combat resistance members. It was then that the doors of the Senate Chambers were opened. In walked Fredrick Olmsteid, Minister of Propaganda and Foreign Relations. "Head Marshal Vandessen, and members of the state, I have an important announcement. Just seventeen minutes ago, blood was shed between the Glorious State and the nation of Ghondra. After an air battle, it is clear that the Ghondrans have launched an act of aggression towards the State and must be dealt with immediately."

The Head Marshal, originally angered that the Minister would interrupt the Senate meeting unannounced, just began to grasp the gravity of the situation at hand. Calmly, he uttered "From this point on, the world shall never be the same again." He stood up from his chair in the center of the chambers. Slowly, he took off his reading spectacles and looked around the room.

"Senators, men of Prussenija. The world in which we lived in just moments ago is no longer the one in which we now live. From this point on, the actions that take place in this very room shall decide the fate of the world in the months, even years, to come. Gentlemen, it is clear that the sovereign state of Ghondra wishes to start a war in which we, they, or both shall never recover from. However, if they wish to spill Prussen blood, then so be it. At this time," the Head Marshall looked down at his watch, "ten eighteen on the day of October the sixth, two thousand and fourteen, the Grand Empire of Prussenija is now at war with the Empire of Ghondra."

Every senator, young and old, stood and applauded the Head Marshal. Others, however, did not clap. They only saluted their leader at this time of conflict.

[Ghondra]

Naval Station Alaric, Rhodes Island
United Empire of Ghondra and Gaella
0800 Hours GMT

Duncan Holdt was going through his usual morning rounds. Stretching, push ups, what have you. He expected it to be a usual Sunday morning, he'll spend a beautiful day on the beach, and not a worry in his mind. But the gods were perhaps displeased with him, as the events of Sunday, October 7th 2014 was a day he will remember for the rest of his life. And it all started with a massive explosion.

Duncan Holdt felt every drop of liquid inside his body shake as his body hit the metal floor of the Missile Cruiser HIMS Armstrong, joined by 20 of his shipmates, "What the fuck was that?!" Oliver Chamberlain was the first to ask, voicing the collective thoughts of every sailor of the 8th Fleet. I don't know, but it's not a drill," Duncan picked himself up from the floor, helping Chamberlain and his other shipmates pick themselves up from the floor. Another explosion, Duncan helped the last of his friends up, before rushing to the topside deck.

"What the fuck's going on?!" Duncan asked to a passing crewman, "We're under attack!" The crewman exclaimed, before rushing to her post. Duncan felt his heart sank from his chest and into his gullet, who would attack Ghondra? "Who's attacking us?"

"The Prussens!" And that was it, Duncan felt the need to throw up at this revelation, but he knew that every sailor and soldier of the fleet needed to do their duty. He ran topside, pass the dozens of crewman running to their post inside the belly of the Bismarck-class Missile Cruiser.

When Duncan emerged from the ship and onto the topside deck, he saw the silhouette of hundreds of aircraft streaking past the ships, firing their missiles, bombs and cannons at the ships and men below, he ran to the edge of the deck, seeing hundreds of bodies, both alive and dead in equal measure, and felt an even harder urge to throw up, and so he did. Spilling the contents of his stomach to the corpse-ridden, and oil-laden water that made up the bay that surrounded Naval Station Alaric.

"Get to your posts men!" A quartermaster shouted, ordering the sailors to their posts.

The Day of Infamy has only just begun.

[The Great Korean Empire]

Ghondran Waters, Heolikein-Class Cruise Missiles Submarines
13:05 GMT+1

Out in the seas that bordered Gaella, three cruise missile submarines each armed with 154 Hwajae SLCMs lay there quietly. A communications center back in Taehan had delivered the information on the locations of the Ghondra's strategic bombers from satellites. Haejong looked downwards and closed his eyes with a quick prayer to God Almighty so that his family might stay safe in the carnage that was to come before delivering the message. "These accurate"?

"Yes. These just came now".

"Then get the order out you fool"!

Haejong rushed off with start to comply with the order. A few minutes later, "Commencing launch sequence"! Toggle switches were thrown upwards and the status of the missiles blinked red, and a officer turned the firing handle and the arming process of the missiles were complete. Soon afterwards ninety hyper-sonic cruise missiles from each submarine launched outwards underwater at their targets the air-bases carrying the strategic bombers and a few were even aimed at the capital city of Ghondra. Those weren't meant to do so much damage as psychological. But if they took out a few important leaders then there was that added bonus.

The United Republic of Taehan's Coastlines
Ostian Ocean
13:04 GMT+1

As soon as the order was given anti-ship ballistic missiles coupled with CJ-10 ground-launched cruise missiles were launched at the carrier-battle groups Ghondra had stationed in Rhunic and Ostian oceans. These missiles were designed for flight in the lower atmosphere to make it harder for systems such as Aegis to destroy and were designed to crippled carriers in a single hit. This coordinated attack on all fronts by the URT Armed Forces if successful would go down in history as possibly the most celebrated attack in what would be the victory of the UFE in the Third World War. The missiles surged forward making random maneuvers hugging the terrain at a mere thirty feet while others soured higher. They flew through islands and air-spaces as they moved towards their targets. A few cruise missiles twirled out of control in flight, while another failed to make a turn. However the others, the large amount of them continued to their targets. Meanwhile at the Pohang and Mokpo Naval Operations Base the silhouettes of multiple naval vessels could be seen moving out towards sea...

[Ghondra]

7 Landers Street PMEOC
Victoria City, Empire of Ghondra
0830 Hours GMT

Prime Minister James Caldwell watched as the world he and his predecessors has so struggled and work to establish and to preserve. A world of peace and prosperity for all mankind, be torn asunder. "Prime Minister, Admiral Kent says that the first wave of attack has ended, he fully expects there to be a first" James nodded tiredly. "Has he evacuated the Burke?" The Prime Minister asked, referring to the sinking ship that was once a member of the 11 Prides of the Ghondran Navy.

"Sir!" An aide call, looking more than slightly disheveled, he waved a piece of paper in his hand, "They've taken out AFB Pike, AFB Fillion, and AFB Addams" He shouted, revealing the newly acquired information to the room filled with generals, admirals, and the Prime Minis himself. "Sir, Capital Air Defense reports bogeys inbound. Cruise Missiles" One of the men who manned the stations lined along the room's said, the large screen that faced the 'front' of the room lit up, showing the radar tracking the trajectory of the missile.

"All warheads intercepted" He said a few minutes later, alleviating the building tension.

James steadied himself on his seat, watching the footage that marked the end of the longest period of relative peace and stability in the world. James struggled not to cry, as his dream ended. Torn apart by the will of men.

(OOC: Sorry for the short post, I got nothing else to say)

[Cymrea]

Patrol Group Three
International waters southwest of Cape of Anders, North Ghondra Sea
1300 Hours (GMT -1)

The reaction of the Ghondran and Prussen aircraft to being blanketed in missile locks was not what Commander Aquila expected. The signals showed rapid movement in parallel trajectories, yes, but--

"The Ghondrans and Prussens are shooting at each other, sir," the Aegis officer said quietly.

Bloody hell, Aquila thought. "Right. Fun time is over, lads! Ross, kill the locks! Signals, send word to the Devonshire and Hampshire: Maneuver Eyes Wide Open! Helm, circular course; give me a five-mark radius! Nav, lend a hand there! And tactical, sound action stations!"

The Glorious' bridge came alive with activity. Voices became tight and words clipped as orders were issued and relayed. On the other destroyers, similar commands were being issued. Eyes Wide Open meant that the three ships would spread out and cruise in a racetrack pattern ten nautical miles wide, with all sensors active. Aquila's task was clear: record everything happening. Two major powers firing at each other in anger had serious implications and the consequences of today's actions could prove dire. As such, it was Aquila's job to ensure that Her Majesty's government had all possible information.

"Signals!" Aquila called again. "Send to Fleet Command...."

Code: Select all

TO: RADM West, William E., PERCENTFLTCMDR
FROM: CMDR Aquila, Thomas G., CO, HMS Glorious and PTRLGRP3

Recording running aerial battle between Ghondra and Prussenija near Cape of Anders. PTRLGRP3 on station in EWO pattern. Request instructions and advice per Protocol Orange. End.

Code: Select all

TO: CMDR Aquila, Thomas G., CO, HMS Glorious and PTRLGRP3
FROM: RADM West, William E., PERCENTFLTCMDR

Orbital surveillance is coming online now. Per Protocol Orange: Remain on station until cessation of hostile activity, relay all information to PERCENTFLTCMD, then return to assigned patrol. [Don't start any fights, Tommy. But end one if you have to.] End.

[Neo-Assyrian Empire]

Naval Base Aleric, Rhodes Island
8:17 GMT
Thick clouds of smoke and ash flew into the sky after dozens of Typhoons flew back over the sea in order to refuel and reload for a third wave. At the same time, dozens more flew back towards the harbor. Under the clear blue skies of October 7th, any Gondran sailor could easily spot the Iron Cross painted underneath the Prussen wings.

They began to split off, targeting ships that were not already damaged or destroyed. This wave, however, encountered difficulty destroying the fleet. The illusion was over and the element of surprise, gone, although you could still feel it lingering over the base. AA fire had started up and several ground to air missiles were being launched at the fighters.

During the fight, pilots would occasionally hear the screams of fallen comrades over the radio as their plane was hit by a missile. Soon after, a spectacular explosion could be seen in the skies. However, some pilots did not want to die this way. If their engines were damaged, some would maneuver the aircraft and cause it to crash into the deck of a Ghondran vessel.

All the while, pilots were thinking the same thing.

This would be the Day of Victory that the Head Marshal was looking for.

---

North Bretton
8:31 Local Time
This was it. After weeks of military build up in North Bretton, it would finally be put to good use. Kommandant Anders Eismark stood on the side of the road, watching row after row of soldiers march southward from the Prussen exclave. After the soldiers came the tanks. During this time, aircraft roared over head

Soon enough, the first bomb was dropped, and a border checkpoint between Midland and North Bretton was engulfed in flames. Another bomb was dropped, and a second checkpoint was destroyed. During this time, the soldiers kept marching on, paying little attention to the surroundings.

Midland was now being invaded, with its military scrambling to mobilize.

---

Northern Prussenija
Two days after the execution of the two Richartes, another unmarked vehicle approached the grove. This time, however, it was a run down pick up truck. The driver stopped and walked being the truck, tapping the side. Underneath several old sheets came Thomas Richarte, who jumped onto the ground.

The two approached the grove when they saw the first sign of execution. Thomas' son's foot was above the ditch, with his shoes still on. "No..." Muttered Thomas as he walked towards the unmarked grave.

When they saw the two cadavers in the ditch, Thomas fell to the ground, crying. "No, no! We were too late!" He pounded his fist into the ground. "First they take my home, then they take my family... Those bastards are gonna pay!" The two remained there, trying to give the two innocents a proper burial.

[Ghondra]

Naval Station Alaric, Rhodes Island
United Empire of Ghondra and Gaella
8.35 GMT - Third Wave

"Oh my god" That was the silent and collective thought of every man and woman who came to the aid the 8th Fleet. The floating and sinking corpses of ships littered the waves of Alaric Bay, spilled oil covered the corpses of numerous floating sailors. Bartlett was at a loss for words. The sheer and undeniable effectiveness of the attack had taken its toll on the 8th fleet. "We're too late" The guilty thought of the numerous pilots who came to aid the Fleet raced up from his gullet and given voice, Bartlett felt a piercing feeling of guilt well up inside him.

Bartlett knocked himself out of his blind and guilty stupor, radioing the miraculously untouched Control Tower of the Naval Air Station. "NAS-32 ALARIC this is Kingmaker Lead responding from NAS-30 ANDERS, anything we can do to help?"

"Affirmative Kingmaker lead, we have a flight of B-1 Bombers, escorted by Eurotyphoons heading 38 Degrees Northeast, we believe they're targeting the surviving ships and the intact logistical installations and Fleet Pens, all our fighters are engaged at the moment, how copy over?"

"Good copy Control, responding" Bartlett throttled the F-18 Superhornet, turning 38 Degrees Northeast, he met the flight of B-1 Bombers shortly, he banked and dodged the missiles fired by the Typhoons, firing missiles of his own. He smirked with satisfaction as he saw the planes blew up in a most spectacular fashion, he began to pay attention to his surroundings, seeing his comrades shooting down the other flights. The third wave was easily dispatched.

(OOC: Sorry for the short post. I'm too lazy, plus writer's block)

[Ghondra]

House of Parliament, Victoria City
United Empire of Ghondra and Gaella
0700 Hours, October 8th 2014

The House sat silently at their chairs, every eye was paying the attention that the personification of the nation's spirit and the will of the people, also known as the Emperor stood at the center of parliament, reading the speech he has written himself, he began to read the speech to the members of parliament, and to his subjects at home and overseas.

"My Fellow Countrymen" He began, shocking some of the more traditional lords by identifying himself as if he was a commoner. "We face a time of great crisis. Our enemies, many of whom were once our friends has turned on us. Our economy, formerly one of the best in the world, has fallen on hard times, and what's more our people, once one of the most energetic and optimistic of all the peoples of the world, has experienced an unprecedented uplifting, gone is our energy and optimism, replaced by the laziness and pessimism of contemporary times"

And what's more, our nation has been divided by petty politics!" The Young Emperor shouted, his voice echoing in parliament, as if scolding the amassed group of politicians far older than the 20-something Monarch.

"So it is not a surprise for any of us that our Enemies look to us as weak! A shadow of our former Imperial self, propped up by a Military that is the best in the world. They believe us to be a mere shadow of past eras, believing that we have followed the footsteps of many Empires, as Empires has shown time and again since Time Immemorial that Empires will fall."

"But I say to you not as your Emperor, but as a fellow Countrymen, that the spirit of our two peoples, Ghondran and Gaellic, has been forever intertwined since the union many centuries ago. But I say that in the face of this attack from our enemy, from PRUSSENIJA! that we shall cast aside petty differences such as these"

"For the spirit of the Brettonic Peoples have not burned out as our enemy says, but only waiting to be rekindled. Just now we have received word that many lives have been lost in the unprovoked and dastardly attack by the misguided people of Prussenija, led by a madman who wish to see the peace that previous generations have build tirelessly be torn asunder"

"I say that they are wrong! In this conflict that threatens the security and peace of not only Ghondrans, or Gaellans, but peoples the world over, we shall lead the charge, and hold the line! We who so long ago has become the center of the world, the keeper of peace, and the preserver of the balance that all civilized nations adhere to, we have been the stabilizing force across the world, and ladies and Gentlemen: WE HELD THE LINE!"

Parliament burst in massive applause, every man and woman giving a standing ovation to their Emperor.

"And once more, we shall hold the line again. By the skin of our teeth, and by the grace of god, we will achieve ultimate victory..."

"I now call for Parliament to Declare War against Prussenija and the nation of Taehan, the cause of which was the dastardly attack on Ghondran soil that has so traumatized us the past day"

An MP stand, his chair making a large grunt as he raised his closed fist, "GOD SAVE THE EMPEROR! ALL HAIL THE EMPIRE!" He chanted, being followed by every parliamentarian in His Imperial Majesty's presence: "LONG LIVE THE EMPEROR!"

And as one resolute, and finally truly unified Empire. The United Empire of Ghondra and Gaella went to war.

[The Emerald Dragon]

Emeralderic News Network

"In response to an assault upon Ghondran forces by Prussenija, the government is ordering mobilisation drills and all men from 45-60 to be called up in the Home Army..."

"War might not be a certainty, however, if the nation's hand is forced..."

"Then all available military units will initiate plan KRONOS..."

A Governmental HQ

The Council members, minus Dreyfus, who was heading back from the aborted conference sound around a large oak table, muted talking was occurring between them all, mostly about irrelevant things. Suddenly, clearing the air, one of the Council members stood up and addressed the table "Dear members, we see no choice but to initiate Plan KRONOS, the news and media have been fooled into thinking this is a defensive operation to prevent invasion, but it really entails the destroy of Terra through massive global warming. First, we must build many nuclear weapons, and use these to destroy the Arctic and Antarctic ice, which will flood many areas and irradiate much of the World's drinking water..."

With that, he sat down, and assigned several thousand orders to various workers to build these weapons in secret.

[Alegeharia]

Lego flipped on the news channel to see current events that are happening.
"In today's news Alegeharians Diplomat did not return from Aqruthia. From a few captured Salafians They did not catch our man. Alegeharia has decided to work with the Salafians to restore order in their country and take down the oppressing Aqruthians and bring Alegeharia n Freedom to the middle lands.
Lego flipped off the tv and went to hold a press conference with the salafian leader.
[12:50pm conference center]
"Greetings sir may I have your name?"Lego said.
"I am alec and I am very happy to be welcome to a place with such freedom." Alec said
"I have invited Cal from falconmont to come as well to help us in this upcoming war. My country shall back you up from the air and the ground. Granted Falconmont agrees His forces and mine will also come from the rear to surround Aqruthua into a Ceasefire.

[Ghondra]

BREAKING NEWS

"Hello I'm Scott Bailey"

"His Imperial Majesty, Lawrence I has recently granted Imperial Assent to the 'Wartime Economic Restructuring Act, or WERA' This Act promises to restructure the Economy back to its previous status as a Manufacturing-based Industrial Economy, focused on Weapons production for the war effort. The Ministry for Industry and Manufacturing has said in a recent interview with GNN that said industries will be located in protected and guarded areas in Southern Ghondra, and Gaella. The Minister has promised new jobs for the masses, and have predicted nearly 120 Million jobs for Manufacturing, Mining and Agriculture, almost all of which are focused on the war efforts."

"In addition, the Department of Agriculture has set a goal to increase the production of food products in order for the Empire to remain independent of foreign food imports for the duration of the War."

"In other news, 3 Imperial Regiments of Foot, a regiment of Imperial Grenadiers, a battalion of Imperial Engineers, and a regiment of Armor along with additional support forces from the Navy and Air Force has been sent to the Island Nation of Midland, who bordered the Prussenijan Empire. These regiments are considered by experts to be a paltry effort by the Ministry of Defense to show support. The Ministry of Defense has promised for more aid in the form of soldiers and equipment soon, now that recruitment rates are up by almost 500% and the re-institution of the General Draft. a squadron of freighters and a Hospital Ship has been sent to the Midlandic Harbors in order to facilitate the general evacuation of Civilians from the War-Zone"

"More on these stories, as it develops"

[Ghondra]

Aspen Harbor, Midland
1450 Hours
-26TH IMPERIAL REGIMENT OF GRENADIERS

The tropical harbor that was Midland's primary harbor reached out onto the sea that looked as if it was made up of billions of tiny crystals that glittered in the sun's warm embrace. Private James King admired the beautiful port, a respite to the constant sea green of the Equatorial Sea. The harbor was filled with people of all ages, clamoring for a chance to get inside one of the coveted Arks that led to the safe haven that was the Ghondran Mainland, in reality no more safer to invasion than Midland was. The large transport ship, the INAS Peter Quill that held the 20, 000 men that has departed their homes to answer the call of the drums of war, James was joined by dozens of his comrades, all itching for a chance to see the port of destination that they have waited so long to see.

"All Personnel from the 26th Regiment of Grenadiers please report to Deck 17C for debriefing with Colonel Howards" The loudspeaker sounded, driving James' attention from the port of call, he rushed down the staircases that led to the belly of the ship, passing by many sailors and other infantrymen along the way.

James quickly buttoned his open shirt, before arriving at his destination, the Regiment was assembled, and Colonel Howards stood at the edge of a raised stand, flanked by his XOs. He wasted no time: "GRENADIERS!" He called, answered by the hoots of approval from the assembled men, a tradition that dated to the Regiment's Colonial Origins.

"As you know we have arrived to our destination, which is Aspen Harbor. And as you might've heard, Midland has been invaded. Their Military has been pushed back to a defensive line just 35 kilometers north of where we stand. From your awaiting beds you can hear the explosions and gunshots. That's why command will not be wasting any time"

"We will stay here for 3 days, and train the local Militia, before departing to the frontlines, we cannot, I repeat, we cannot waste any time in this kind of situation"

"I'm not gonna sugar-coat it to you, since even your empty heads will be able to discern the truth" Laughter came from the assembled mass, "But we are stuck between a rock and a hard-place, we are no more prepared for this war than anyone else, but as the Emperor has said time and again, we the men and women of the Armed Forces have placed the lives of our families at homes at more value than our own, and we will hold the line. We will hold the line until we can hold it no more, I will personally throw rocks and the empty shell of our weapons at the Prussens until I can do no more, we will make them pay for every inch of land they take from us, and from Midland"

The room fell to silence.

"Remember why we are here, and you will survive, and We. Will. Win. We will fight until we can fight no more!"

The hold remained silent, the silence that the Colonel ignored.

"Prepare to offload your bags and personal effects at the port authority. Report to your assigned barracks immediately after you offload. Dismiss!"