1912-1990 Era War IC (Semi-Closed)

by **Arengin Union** » Thu Jul 04, 2019 8:49 pm

Telegram of the Royal Slavic Kingdom of the Arengin Union
OFFICE War and Military Affairs

Directed to the IMPERIAL NIHONESE ARMY.

Although the King has expressed wishes to end the conflict in Parsi on a peaceful manner, he expresses that he will honor this alliance and has approved the sale of the equipment. I have set my official seal of approval as well as the shipments shall arrive in a week. We also inform that plans are in motion to send shipments of aid to the Sirvankan people who find themselves in great peril today. The King sends his best of regards and wishes for an end to hostilities soon.

Minister of War and Military Affairs General Zhivenkov Korney Gennadiyevich

Port of Karnopol, Liva.
Arengin Union.

"Come on people, we should've been out of here hours ago!" The loud chants of Captain Andre Bobkov rang throughout the Port as he rushed through the main docks of the city of Karnopol. One of the busiest trading cities in Arengin the port was busy with shipments of military equipment heading to Nihon, crates of Humanitarian aid heading to Indianum, and cargo ships carrying loads of raw metals, diamond, coal, and other consumer goods to exchange with the Eastern world. It was raining, it was an unexpectedly tough rain and there was certain air of mystery and grim through the port.

Captain Bobkov kept rushing his men to finish carrying up boxes of ammunition onto the ship named The Veselko, he was a man of 50, veteran of the navy and experience sea faring captain. Since the last war's end he had retired to a life of trading consumer goods and the offshoot military gear headed to exotic places he knew little about. The last shipments of explosives and munitions was aboard now after several hours, and it was due time for departure.

"Alright everyone, we have a big trek ahead of us!" The captain said as he walked up the catwalk to the ship, accompanied by his first mate Artur. It would indeed be a long voyage, three ships carrying weapons of war heading to the far off Empire of Nihon, quite the hassle but the Arenginian government payed well for these private cargo shipments in order to maintain a level of discretion.

The two men were then stopped by a voice speaking through the rain. "I believe you've forgotten something Captain!" The voiced caused both men to turn and face several well dressed men accompanied by a single officer of the Arenginian military holding a notepad.

"What's the meaning of this Major?" Bobkov asked with little amusement.

"The Ministry requires at least one element of the Arenginian military to accompany you. For security concerns," The man in the military uniform said as he then took out a document, a fellow soldier covered him with an umbrella as he handed it to the captain, "Im sure you understand captain."

Bobkov didn't exactly had a friendly face as he inspected the document, it was an official Ministry of War sanction signed by the King himself. The Captain scoffed as he put the document into his jacket.

"Get in then..." He muttured begrudgingly.

"Your understanding is gladly appreciated, shall we then gentlemen!" The officer motioned his escorts to follow him up to the ship.

Arenginian Ministry of Foreign Affairs
St. Osloverg, Arengin.

"No, thank you, sir. I'm afraid that must get straight to the point. I am here to offer to your government a treaty of non-aggression with a simple request: that the Union agree to not interfere in any future war between Manticore and Nihon. In exchange, the Empire will not interfere in Arenginian aims in Indianum. Now I fully understand that there is a great deal of animosity and distrust but it is my hope that this agreement can be the first step towards reconciliation and, perhaps, friendship."

Dotskoy let out a small chuckle as he took a sip of his drink, resting himself further into his seat he looked at McDonald with interest. "Well, this is a truly tempting offer Ambassador. May I ask, under what other pretenses are you offering this pact? Have you any sort of ambitions in Indanium? have your Empress wish to invade and lay waste to Nihon?"

by **The Manticoran Empire** » Fri Jul 05, 2019 10:36 am

Arengin Union wrote:Arenginian Ministry of Foreign Affairs
St. Osloverg, Arengin.

"No, thank you, sir. I'm afraid that must get straight to the point. I am here to offer to your government a treaty of non-aggression with a simple request: that the Union agree to not interfere in any future war between Manticore and Nihon. In exchange, the Empire will not interfere in Arenginian aims in Indianum. Now I fully understand that there is a great deal of animosity and distrust but it is my hope that this agreement can be the first step towards reconciliation and, perhaps, friendship."

Dotskoy let out a small chuckle as he took a sip of his drink, resting himself further into his seat he looked at McDonald with interest. "Well, this is a truly tempting offer Ambassador. May I ask, under what other pretenses are you offering this pact? Have you any sort of ambitions in Indanium? have your Empress wish to invade and lay waste to Nihon?"

"No sir. Nothing like that. The Empire would truly prefer a peaceful resolution with Nihon. However, we are not so arrogant as to assume that peace is a given. As such, we are wanting to lay the groundwork so that, should a war erupt between the Empire and Nihon, it does not spiral into a second Great War. Surely your nation, of all nations, could understand the desire to avoid another global conflict."

by **The Hoosier Alliance** » Fri Jul 05, 2019 9:38 pm

Shaun Richard, ambassador of Iron Guard Hoosier to the Manticoran Empire, walked down the street in the Manticoran capital towards the Ministry of State. He was under orders to negotiate an end to embargo on Hoosier and see a return to seized Hoosier assets that had been stuck in Manticore when the embargo hit. He neared the Ministry and approached the guard standing outside. Once he reached the guard he smiled and said, "Hello, I am Ambassador Shaun Richard of Iron Guard Hoosier. I am here to speak with officials of your nation to see an end to the embargo on my nation. Would it be possible to see such an official now?"

by **Aclus** » Fri Jul 05, 2019 10:04 pm

Operation St, Micheal
Iron Guard Hoosier
Unknown Pub

The rain poured as the Northern Indianum weather began to hit the coast, Hoosier was much different to Aclus yet similar in many ways, however more or so different since the fall of the Monarchy during the 9 years war. John was too young to join in the earlier years, but was able to to get a commission of an Machine Gunner in Rannoria for the last bit of fighting, as could be seen with the scar on his left cheek.

The pub wasn't anything special, lacking in Aclusian taste in furniture but God willing they had some damn fine beer. As the bartender slid down his mug, John took a deep breath and pulled out his wallet, placing down a few Breyburgian dollars.

"You take these dont you mate?" John said as the bartender nodded and walked off, and just as he did John drank down a third of the mug and peeked at his pocket watch, almost time.
Pocketing the watch back in, he took out a cigarette from his Tin container, pulling out a match alongside it and pulled in a good stretch. Exhaling in satisfaction,
"Where is this bugger eh" he said to himself quietly. As his mission with the SIS had been to meet up with a Hoosier Loyalist that was in need of supplies for his cause. Something bigger was planned however unknown to him, better kept that way anyway.

Nathanial Henderson pulled off his soaking hat as he entered the small bar, placing it and his coat on a nearby coat rack as his eyes scanned the room. Nathanial was always on the lookout for the IGP, be they politicians or soldiers. His underground group of loyalists to the exiled King of Hoosier was, as far as he could tell, currently undiscovered by the Iron Guard Party, so there was little reason for him to be a target for the fascists, especially after his family bent the knee and accepted the IGP when they came into power.
Nathanial approached the bar and ordered a drink, paying for it and the taking his glass mug and walking over to an empty table near a window.

The Man of the Hour

It had come time for the man of importance to arrive, as the door to the pub swung open followed by the chime of the wind. He was quite tall and seemed nervous as he entered the bar John thought, nonetheless the mission was a go.
Turning around, John finished the rest of the mug and raised his glass to the bartender, "cheers" John said as he flipped a coin torwards him as a tip. He then headed torwards Nathanial before he could take a seat, bumping into him on the way outside.

"Watch the Crown mate" John said as he slipped a note into the mans Breast pocket and whispered the secret code.

Exiting out of the Pub into the rainy night John arrived at the local army cemetery, where a grave had been dug earlier for "use" by a fellow SIS agent. He then sat over a Tombstone , and checked his Webley Revolver, breaking the action, "6 rounds straight" he laughed with himself, as he waited for the meeting.

Foreign And Commonwealth Building
City of London, Aclus
Late 1926

The files hit the wooden desk as the pens around shifted. Lord Berworth has seemed determined to get to business. and business shall be done and dealt with. Sir Henry Hunt picked up his cup and took a good sip of tea after he had mixed in the cream and sugar, he then picked up the document and began to thoroughly read through it. The terms were stated and looked to be quite something that could benefit not only the Aclusian and Manticoran people, but the world as well, mending the scars of the war.

Taking another sip of tea, Henry put down the document and then began to speak.

"Lord Berworth this is a major step to a better world for our people, imagining the future with our great empires no longer at each others throats. If you give me a moment sir I must make the phone call to his majesty himself"
Sir Henry Hunt got up and excused himself into the backroom behind the office, beginning his call for the assembly of important government officials and the Kings approval on such a treaty, and within a half hour, the decision was made with Henry exiting the room and sitting back down with Lord berworth.

"It seems we have a agreement Lord Berworth"

by **The Manticoran Empire** » Fri Jul 05, 2019 10:55 pm

The Hoosier Alliance wrote:Shaun Richard, ambassador of Iron Guard Hoosier to the Manticoran Empire, walked down the street in the Manticoran capital towards the Ministry of State. He was under orders to negotiate an end to embargo on Hoosier and see a return to seized Hoosier assets that had been stuck in Manticore when the embargo hit. He neared the Ministry and approached the guard standing outside. Once he reached the guard he smiled and said, "Hello, I am Ambassador Shaun Richard of Iron Guard Hoosier. I am here to speak with officials of your nation to see an end to the embargo on my nation. Would it be possible to see such an official now?"

Alice Wilton looked up at the man that had just walked in. Before the Great War, her job had belonged to a young man but, when the war began and the men were drafted, she took the job and had held for a good seven years now. She was so good, in fact, that while she received regular raises the Minister didn't move her because, in his words, "She was just so damn good at the job that it would be madness to move her somewhere else and ruin a functioning system." Part of that job was making sure that the Minister wasn't disturbed by hoodlums and so she checked her book, which included photographs of every single ambassador assigned to the embassies in the Empire. He was, indeed, Shaun Richard from Hoosier. She did not, however, see him listed as an appointment for the Minister. Of course, she didn't see many appointments on his dockett for the day to begin with. "Just a moment, sir." She rose and walked to a back room where she picked up a candlestick telephone and rang the Minister's secretary. "Minister of State's Office," came the sweet, almost sultry soprano of Rachel Carlisle, the Minister's secretary. Rachel had received her job for the same reason that Alice had received hers. War had dragged the men out of their jobs and women had taken their places. "Ambassador Richard is here to see the Minister. I gather it is a matter of some urgency regarding the trade embargo. Would the Minister be available?"
"One moment please." Alice could hear Rachel set the phone down and walk away. A few moments later, Rachel picked up her end and said, "The Minister will be able to see him. Send him up."
"Thank you very much," Alice said before put the phone back in its place and walked back to her desk. She smiled sweetly at Richard and said, "The Minister will see you." She gestured to the lifts at the back of the atrium. "Simply go to one of the lifts and inform the lift attendant where that you wish to see the Minister. He'll know what floor."

Aclus wrote:Foreign And Commonwealth Building
City of London, Aclus
Late 1926

The files hit the wooden desk as the pens around shifted. Lord Berworth has seemed determined to get to business. and business shall be done and dealt with. Sir Henry Hunt picked up his cup and took a good sip of tea after he had mixed in the cream and sugar, he then picked up the document and began to thoroughly read through it. The terms were stated and looked to be quite something that could benefit not only the Aclusian and Manticoran people, but the world as well, mending the scars of the war.

Taking another sip of tea, Henry put down the document and then began to speak.

"Lord Berworth this is a major step to a better world for our people, imagining the future with our great empires no longer at each others throats. If you give me a moment sir I must make the phone call to his majesty himself"
Sir Henry Hunt got up and excused himself into the backroom behind the office, beginning his call for the assembly of important government officials and the Kings approval on such a treaty, and within a half hour, the decision was made with Henry exiting the room and sitting back down with Lord berworth.

"It seems we have a agreement Lord Berworth"

"Excellent, My Lord. Her Majesty will be most pleased to hear of our success." Berworth rose, offering Lord Hunt his hand in gratitude. "I do hope, Sir Hunt, that this will be the first step in greater cooperation and friendship between our two nations."

by **TENNOHEIKA BANZAI NIHON** » Sat Jul 06, 2019 10:51 am

Imperial Palace
Gokyo, Nihon
September 2, 1926

There had been trouble most recently, with Nihon being presented with the list of Manticore's demands and the leaving of several Indianum Alliance members. The Manticorian demands were not super unreasonable, so a message to Manticore would be sent in order to clarify how this would be interpreted.

FROM NIHON TO MANTICORE
Public

The Manticorian demands are not unreasonable yet the Nihonese staff would like to clarify several speculations. As for demand number one, Nihon insist Manticore do the same. For demand two, that has in several stages begun and occured, with the only force in the Parsi, the Provisional Parusu Army, which is not a unit of the Imperial Nihonese Army. Three, is possible. Four, Nihon thinks in undermining the sovereignty of the Republic of the Overculture. For five and six, Nihon would like reparations for the damage caused in Manchuko and Nihon did not commit any false flag operation, and your accusation does not still stand as Manticore has no solid proof or at the very least, has not produced it.

With the new Arengin and Aclusian tanks on their way, Nihon was not afraid to continue the war. An attempt to end it would be made, but it seems Nihon would have to win a decisive victory to bring all sides to the table. It was a pity Breyburg and Hoosier was run by cowards and communist.

FROM NIHON TO CARRIEBEAN
Public

The holy Empire of Nihon thanks Carriebean and Crimetopolis for their faithful support when Nihon is in need. Nihon will not forget the great support lent in this time of peril. But additionally, Nihon condemns all unfaithful former members of the Indianum Alliance as cowards and traitors.

By now, the majority of the men had made it to the front of Aydinir, but there were troops in the former capital of Srivanska, helping the government regain control and also making alliances with the warlords of territories within Srivanska. This had so far been successful and soon Nihon could establish the Provisional Government of Suribanshika. All the troops were waiting for was the a sign of weakness, or an attack before they would strike. The fleets were already in position, and they were more than ready to create chaos upon the enemy fleet. A national draft had been instituted, and soon over 20,000 more men would be called up for service this month. They would get two to three months of training, before being shipped out to fight for their glorious empire.

by **The Manticoran Empire** » Sat Jul 06, 2019 12:42 pm

TENNOHEIKA BANZAI NIHON wrote:Imperial Palace
Gokyo, Nihon
September 2, 1926

There had been trouble most recently, with Nihon being presented with the list of Manticore's demands and the leaving of several Indianum Alliance members. The Manticorian demands were not super unreasonable, so a message to Manticore would be sent in order to clarify how this would be interpreted.

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FROM NIHON TO MANTICORE
Public

The Manticorian demands are not unreasonable yet the Nihonese staff would like to clarify several speculations. As for demand number one, Nihon insist Manticore do the same. For demand two, that has in several stages begun and occured, with the only force in the Parsi, the Provisional Parusu Army, which is not a unit of the Imperial Nihonese Army. Three, is possible. Four, Nihon thinks in undermining the sovereignty of the Republic of the Overculture. For five and six, Nihon would like reparations for the damage caused in Manchuko and Nihon did not commit any false flag operation, and your accusation does not still stand as Manticore has no solid proof or at the very least, has not produced it.

From: Manticoran Department of State
To: Nihonese Foreign Ministry

Our message was clear. Our position is non-negotiable and is our prerequisite to supporting peace talks. You can either take it and avoid war or you can leave it and guarantee your destruction.

by **The Hoosier Alliance** » Sat Jul 06, 2019 7:52 pm

He smiled back at the woman behind the desk, saying "Thank you dear," as he walked away from her and towards the elevator that would take him to the Manticoran Minister. Once he stepped into the lift he looked out at the room, straightening his suit, and said to the attendant without looking at him, "I'm here to see the Minister please. Thank you." The lift went up the appropriate amount of floors before it stopped on the correct one. He went to step off of the elevator before he paused and reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a few Manticoran dollars and tipped the attendant, unsure if it was proper procedure in the country, and then walked to the Ministers office. He knocked a few times and waited to be allowed in.

Indianapolis, Iron Guard Hoosier

After the man bumped into Nathaniel, his hand found the note in his breast pocket, quickly reading it. “My God,” he whispered, looking around and hoping to see the man. After a few moments he realized it was useless, as the man had disappeared. Henderson shook his head as he sipped his drink before he left it and the money one the table and left.

When he arrived at the cemetery, Henderson’s eyes darted back and forth, looking for ambushes or IGP soldiers, but saw none. Eventually, however, he finally came to where the man was waiting. “Hello,” he said, nervously approaching.

The air turned cold as the rain began to settle off into the night, the fog of ones breath could even be seen. John took a deep breath and checked his pocket watch, as just then the sounds of someone drawing near had alerted him. "Hello" the voice of a man said, as he then asked about this being a set up for him.

"Right on time Nathaniel I presume? What's the code?" Another SIS agent with a Webley drawn said as he had popped out behind Nathaniel.

The atmosphere shifted rather quickly as the agents were ready to conduct proper business, after the security measure of course.

“Watch the Crown,” Nathaniel said, scratching the back of his head. “Who are you?”

"That's not yet your right to know mate, now listen here. That grave that's been dug could've been for you" Thomas laughed and put away his Webley Revolver. He then signaled a hand to John as he began to patrol the cemetery Perimeter.

"Aclusian MI6, to our knowledge you're Nathaniel Henderson eh? Ex soldier, held lands in your name, but now a Loyalist rebel?, we got information you may find uplifting if you're interested" Thomas then took out his tin and lit a cigarette, awaiting the mans response.

“Aclusian? How the fuck did you even-know what, doesn’t matter,” Nathaniel said, shaking his head. “You’re right, I’m Nathaniel Henderson. What kind of information do you have?” He said, eyes slightly narrowing in suspicion.

"We know a lot about you Mr. Henderson, follow me" Thomas then signaled him to follow John towards a black Ford Model Car across the street parked behind the pub itself.

As the group started walking, Thomas let out a small chuckle, and looked towards Mr, Henderson.
"If you had been the wrong person sir we would have buried you in that grave" Thomas said jokingly. However numerous, this operation was something of high secrecy to keep away from the Aclusian public or international interests.

Now next to the car John opened the back door and turned to Nathaniel. "After you sir"

by **Norcourt** » Sat Jul 06, 2019 9:57 pm

The Next Generation
3rd September, 1926

With the establishment of power, of Maranossos, the nation had again reached a state of control. Order was in place, and now under yet another true leader, the Norcourtian peoples were eager to strive. Just as when Alistair Caneius took power, new military advancements had been made, much of the state fund had been spent improving upon the equipment of the Norcourtian Army. Further development of semi-automatic battle rifle designs, alongside the testing of new and improved military uniforms, helmets, and gear, were the highlights of the current trials. Training of the new Elixian Legions had completed, being first introduced in the rule of the late and great Caneius.

Under instruction of Maranossos himself, his first act as Grand Lord was the mobilization of the 5,000 Man, 13th Elixian Legion, divided into two contingents of 2,500. They were to leave Freesay, and dock at Shishiri, to eventually move onto land at Leersog, bringing in support for the allied Imperial Bloc troops in their "humanitarian" mission. From there, they would garner local native support, and push forward into the northern countryside, occupying Hettausa and Aryshtakova for humanitarian purposes, and peacekeeping. They are expected to arrive in early November.

One of the accompanying NCOs was Lieutenant Dak Hesley, Abbas Company (officially "Companía Abbas"), 2nd Battalion, of the first contingent of the 13th Elixian Legion. A 22 Year old native of Galia, Dak knew nothing much of the outside world, besides what he had learned from his education, and was eager to serve his nation, just as any other young man. He was nervous, for he had never lead any men anywhere besides in training exercises. The well equipped, but inexperienced Norcourtian Legion, were to be redeployed for the first time in decades, and Dak would start the true beginning to his military career.

by **Guuj Xaat Kil** » Sun Jul 07, 2019 7:49 am

Flag of the 9th Regiment, 6th Infantry Division
Caoirigh go Brách!
August 10, Port of Standpoint

"Colonel Shepard MacRyder! Great to meet ya, welcome to Standpoint!" a pudgy looking man bellowed at him from, I don't know, BARELY A METER AWAY? This didn't help in slowing his slowly deteriorating opinion of the man down, "I do hope all ya folks enjoy it here!". He sighed inwardly, as much of an annoyance the fat mayor was, the man was a good administrator, and was already swiftly repairing the city after a swift integration. Standpoint was taking in hundreds of Eyak families everyday with its position as the capital of the new Eyak reserve. I then walked down the transport ship, taking in the scent of the nearby salty sea, and was delighted at it.

Who am I? Well, grandson of the leader of the old Sheepish Empire, Sheep MacRyder, I am. My pop died back in 1902, the old man Sheep II MacRyder. I myself, born in a dreary January winter during our golden age in 1859. I saw the fall, where we were exiled from our own home by those hungry Arenginian and Warglorian wolves, and taken in by those Rusklandr, or are they Confederates now? Whatever, he had something to deal with here in Shishiri, fucking Carriebeans stirring up trouble, and nothing but, really, those subhumans could do nothing right, makes one wonder why Sheepish propped them up in the War of 1871.

"As you may have known Colonel, the native Carriebeans have been hostile to our people, especially to the Eyak migrants," he explained, but he already knew the situation well, he'll let him feel smart though, "They've been hanging families left and right, and already, there's been 127 hangings for the same amount of people.". There was a pause, "You kn-" he then interrupted the unhealthily plump man with a raised finger, "I know I know, do the dirty work and deal with these folks.". He got a nod as a reply, and he proceeded back to the port, and then to where his men awaited him.

"Well lads, looks like we're slightly ahead of the sched," he told them, "And as such, we've got the job of taking care of some uppity natives, all o' ya got that?". The resounding cry of "Yea!" confirmed the fact that they heard him well. "Alright then, let's go hunt some Carribeans! Caoirigh go Brách!".

"Caoirigh go Brách!" the men yelled, and they proceeded to equip themselves with the proper equipment, mostly ropes and handcuffs.
-----
Hours later

After a couple of hours worth of driving throughout the hilly Shishiri countryside, splitting up into companies to cover more ground, looking for hangings happening as they did so, a company finally stumbled upon one, and it appeared that they were just starting, none had died yet. First Lieutenant Sheridan Maugham had to fire a few warning shots into the air, forcing the Carriebean folk to stop right there in their tracks. "Alright, you Carriebeaner's do know this shit counts as murder right?" he yelled at them, only to dodge a rock thrown, "WHO DID THAT?". No one answered his question however, and they only glared at him and his company angrily, while some on the edges of the crowd picked up various farm tools nearby. This prompted him and some on men on the front to raise their guns, "Hold it!".

"You and your fucking Eyucks should leave Carribeanian soil!" a man shouted, to the cheering of his fellows, "If you wanna make this side of the isle your home, why not become slaves huh?". Boisterous laughter, though he silenced it with another warning shot. He walked forward, not letting his weapon falter, "Put the family down now." he ordered.

The man looked around him, and his fellows nodded to him. "Alright, alright, we'll put them down." He replied, snickering raucously to himself as he walked over to the makeshift platform. "You want us to release these scum?" he asked the crowd, and angry shouts of "NAY" were abound. He shook his head, "Too bad folks, looks like they're going to be free this time around."... Good, it appeared that no bloodshed would occur on thi- "They'll be released and freed from life that is.". And just like that, the sickening cracks of five necks reverberated throughout the hovel. "YOU ALL ARE UNDER ARREST!" bellowed out Maugham as he charged along with his men, "ANYONE RESISTING WILL BE SHOT!". "LET THE FUCKERS COME LADS!" screamed the man as he jumped off the platform with a revolving carbine from 1870 in hand.

He had cuffed a dingy looking Carribean when a bullet flew past and grazed his helm. The fucker, he'll pay for those five he was unable to save. "GET OUT OF THE WAY!" he slammed the stock of his rifle on the head of one man standing in the way, and proceeded to shoot him in the knees with his pistol. He then proceeded to sprint toward the gun-wielder, who was currently trying to evade him as fast as possible while shooting at him, as a result, accuracy dropped considerably, and no bullets had hit him, as for the rest of the men under him though... That was a different story. One had been unfortunately overrun by pitchfork wielding farmers and was bludgeoned and pierced into a bloody and gruesome death, another got hit square in the head by the man's stray bullets, and some of the rest had wounds of varying severity.

No matter though, the bastard running from him was in clear sight now, and that revolver rifle would take a while to reload. "Eat this you piece of shit." he muttered as he opened fire on the man with his rifle, scoring a hit on his shoulder, then another one on the thigh. The man fell as expected. He walked up and shot him in the head with a pistol without saying another word, the deed was done, they were avenged. And now for the rest of his men... Well, walking back to the dying down conflagration, it appeared that they had lined up the prisoners neatly. "Good job men, let's bring these back to Standpoint so they can get what they deserve aye?". "Aye!"s would he get from them.

Something else had caught his attention though, and that was the large column of smoke rising up from the northeast. He detoured there to check what had transpired.

"What is this?" he tentatively asked...
"A job well done."

21 days later...

Some humanitarian mission they were on, thought the first lieutenant as his company trudged towards the edge of the DMZ with Carriebean. The orders were changed, all survivors were to be led here, all 10,000 of them, disarmed, cuffed, and beaten severely, some were crippled even. The area was a heavily forested one, filled with groves of large mango trees... Oh no. "Men!" Colonel Shepard MacRyder yelled, "I'm glad we're able to finish our jobs before September's eve, and thus, we're here to celebrate by taking our stress out on these traitorous shits.". "Yeah!"s from the more unhinged members of the regiment were yelled. "To celebrate this occasion properly," he declared, "I have procured these trebuchets from the labor of our prisoners!".

"And what shall we do with these?" He had a dark grin on his face, "Why, use them to throw some gifts to our Carribeanian friends of course! Start hanging away boys!". And so the bloodless, and brutal hangings began. Most had the relief of their necks snapping upon dropping fully, others however... Gods, the muffled cries of the asphyxiating men still sticks to the mind like tar. And when all was said and done, the trebuchets were readied for firing. Only about 1,000 men were thrown over to the edges of the Carribeanian side of the DMZ, each one defaced with crude knife carvings. I simply watched forward with a blank face.

"Well, our other job's a' callin, let's get a move on folks, the Norcourtians need our help in organizing Leersog" he ordered, "Oh, and do light this forest on fire.".

"Results of a job well done..."

Near port city in northeastern Leersog, 9th September

After organizing the 9th Regiment and the 13th Elixian Legion into a joint force, the 1st Joint Humanitarian Division as it was called, the combined armies and their escorts then left for the coast of Leersog, to dock at the nearest port to start working on their primary objective. Around 9th September, they had spotted it.

Confederate Escort Fleet
1 Icespear Class Superdreadnought
6 Princesse Marisa Class Pre-Dreadnoughts
5 Dynasty Class Pre-Dreadnoughts
1 Crown Class Pre-Dreadnought
1 Hawk Class Aircraft Carrier
14 ships total

by **Shahinay** » Sun Jul 07, 2019 1:05 pm

Assurhan

- "Indeed, we have. And nothing brings two people closer then a common enemy. Please, sit down, Mr. Orland." - answered Imperial Minister of War, pointing at the richly decored chair in front of him.
- "I'm more than happy to listen to your offer".

Ezhid

When ship with Arenginian diplomats Vasiliy Tsereteli and Zinoviy Glazkov on board reached the great port of Ezhid they were greeted with all respect due to foreign emissaries and according to Aydinirian customs of hospitality. After some time they reached the Imperial Palace, so called Palace of Truth, and its part that hosted Imperial Ministry of Foreign Affairs. There they met with Great Hashfar Shanrhain Azdirvani - newly appointed on that position as a staunch supporter of Empress Cifrinah during the recent secret civil war in upper echelons of Aydinirian government. As a leader of the Great Council, Great Hafshar was Emperor's (or Princess-Regent's, in this case) right hand, someone akin do the Prime Minister or vizier.

He greated Arenginians and invited them to a small feast or banquet of sorts. When it was about to be finished and the real talks start, when servants were taking emptied plates away, huge wooden door to the hall opened and a young man walked in flippantly. It was Prince Shanrhain, Emperor's son and Cifrinah's one-year-younger brother. For a brief second consternation appeared on Great Hafshar's face, but it quickly dissapeared under his mask of calmness. Not quickly enough however for the Prince not to notice. He smiled at that sight. Relationship between Emperor's two oldest childern was not known publicly, nor was Shanrhain envolvement or actions during the recent power struggle. Whatever really happened however, Cifrinah made Prince Shanrhain the Regent of Ezhid. Or was forced to do so . Some said Great Hafshar was to keep an eye on Princess-Regent's brother and that's why he stayed in Ezhid, while most of the other Imperial Ministers and important officiels moved north, to Assurhan with the rest of Cifrinah's court.

- "Gentlemen, if I didn't know better I would have thought you forgot about me!" - he said, theatrically.
He didn't wait long before adding - "Let's start this buisness".

Sea, east from Sirvanska

Captain Andre Bobkov was one of the first ones to see them. On the horizon several ships appeared, heading in their direction. Military ships from the look of it. The Veselko and other Arenginian transport ships transporting all those tanks and equipment requested by the Nihonese, had no military escort. He hoped those ships will just pass them, but it didn't seem to be a case. They sailed straight towards them. Soon, Arenginians saw Sirvanskan flags and colours painted of those ship's sterns.

Not long after, someone shouted. A few gun short were heard.

THE ARE BOARDING OUR SHIPS! - someone shouted

Bobkov quickly turned to rush for the nearest gun, only to see one of those military men sent from Arenginian minitry. Smiling.

Dormitar, southern Parsa

Parsi guerilla, informed of Carribean approach several hours before, were tasked with stopping Carribeans around Dormitar. For next several days, they attacked all Carribean scouting parties and all supply transports they could find, before quickly retreating back to the desert. Attacking from many sides but avoiding open battle. They left mutiliated bodies of Carribean soldiers hanging from sparse trees that grow in the area or
dismembered on the roads. In part as vengence and retribution for the atrocities Carribeans commited in Dormitar and other villages nearby, in part hoping to sow fear in enemy.

Several times during night they attacked Carribean camp itself. A lone wolf attacks, designed as a part of psychological warfare. Carribeans were to never be sure of their safty, neither during the day nor at night.

But trapping Carribean "peacekeeping" force around Dormitar was only a part of Parsi strategy.

Samarkand and Merv, lands of the Parsi under IA occupation

Now, when majority of Nihonese troops retreated from Parsa south, to face the imminent war with Aydinirian Empire, Parsi king and Prime Minister decided to counterattack. It was in fact part of a greater plan designed in Assurhan. When Nihonese armies were travelling through central Sirvanska, the Grand Priest of Bamiyan, religious authority for all Parsi and Jarists in the region called through a radio broadcast for the Parsi in Merv and Samarkand to rise their weapons against foreign beasts and occupants, against heathen invaders that want to take their freedom. To face the Imposter and his forces of evil. To reconnect ancient cities of Merv and Samarkand with the rest of Parsa.

The Second Parsi Uprising has begun.
During the peace talks between Aydinirians and powers of the Indianum Alliance a few years before, Aydinirians demanded Merv and Samarkand to be given to the Parsi as their rightful land. During the fall of the Khaganate, Parsi forces even occupied Samarkand for a short period of time before they were driven out by superior Sirvanskan forces. Both of those provinces were left outside of Parsi borders in the final peace treaty, which was a blow for Parsi ambitions. Especially loss of Samarkand, which used to be a capital of the Kingdom of Parsa at some point was painful.

Now however, with majority of Nihonese troops leaving this region to face Aydinirians, with Sirvanska engulfed in chaos and civil war, was the time to strike. The insurgents appeared on streets of Samarkand, Merv and several other cities occupied by forces of Nihon or their IA puppets. Tales of the atrocities commited by invaders spread through the population, feading their hate for the occupants. In the same time, Parsi forces, now trained and organized, headed pushed towards Samarkand, to connect with the rebels there.

Leersog and Torsan, Sirvanska
3rd September

Official statement of the Aydinirian Empire

The Sirvanskan Government effectively disintegrated. Capital of Sirvanska is under Nihonese occupation. This means that the Sirvanskan State and its Government have, in point of fact, ceased to exist. Aydinirian Empire refuse to accept Nihonese-controlled puppet government installed there by foreign and enemy force, and so agreements concluded between the Aydinirian Empire and Sirvanska have ceased to operate. Left to her own devices and bereft of leadership, Sirvanska has become a suitable field for all manner of hazards and surprises, which may constitute a threat to the Aydinirian Empire. For these reasons the Aydinirian Government, who has hitherto been neutral, cannot any longer preserve a neutral attitude towards these facts. ... In these circumstances, the Aydinirian Government have directed the High Command of the Imperial Army to order troops to cross the frontier and to take under their protection the life and property of Aydinirian minority and all Jarist and to secure their freedom from Nihonese opperssion.

Signed
Great Hashfar Shanrhain Azdirvani

by **Breyburg** » Sun Jul 07, 2019 3:56 pm

September 6th, 1926
Border of Hettausa-Shakoyoko, Indianum

A Wall of Breyburgian Steel

400 Breyburgian Mark V Tanks are approaching the Hettausa-Shakoyoko Border. This invasion shall be relatively easier than invading into a more foreign land. Some of the soldiers that will be fighting these battles have already traveled over Sirvanska to fight in Carriebean during the IA-Carriebean War. These soldiers know what to expect and where to expect it, they can alert other soldiers that have not been to Sirvanska.

Other Forces will be advancing through the Leersog-Shakoyoko Border.

They will be encountering many factions that were within the once-was Sirvanskan Kingdom. These factions have little to no ammo or resources. They are remnants of the Sirvanskan military and these resources are spread thin across the nation.

The Breyburgian forces will be joined shortly by Iron Guard Hoosier forces.

_________________________________________________________________________________________

To the Manticoran Empire

As your ally within the AORN, I wish for you to withhold all embargoes or sanctions against my nation as it is no longer an Indianum Alliance nation. Thank you.

President Martin Harvey of the Socialist Allied States of Breyburg

by **The Manticoran Empire** » Sun Jul 07, 2019 4:33 pm

Shahinay wrote:Assurhan

- "Indeed, we have. And nothing brings two people closer then a common enemy. Please, sit down, Mr. Orland." - answered Imperial Minister of War, pointing at the richly decored chair in front of him.
- "I'm more than happy to listen to your offer".

"My offer is simple. The Empire is willing to provide arms, munitions, and advisors to your army as well as a guarantee of your sovereignty. Should Nihon invade, the Empire will attack."

Breyburg wrote:
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To the Manticoran Empire

As your ally within the AORN, I wish for you to withhold all embargoes or sanctions against my nation as it is no longer an Indianum Alliance nation. Thank you.

President Martin Harvey of the Socialist Allied States of Breyburg

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From: Manticoran Department of State
To: Breyburg Department of State

We will be more than willing to lift the embargoes and sanctions on your nation, provided that we receive a guarantee that Breyburg will maintain the sanctions in place against Nihon. It is of vital importance the Nihon realize the nations of the world will not standby as they destabilize an entire continent.

The Hoosier Alliance wrote:He smiled back at the woman behind the desk, saying "Thank you dear," as he walked away from her and towards the elevator that would take him to the Manticoran Minister. Once he stepped into the lift he looked out at the room, straightening his suit, and said to the attendant without looking at him, "I'm here to see the Minister please. Thank you." The lift went up the appropriate amount of floors before it stopped on the correct one. He went to step off of the elevator before he paused and reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a few Manticoran dollars and tipped the attendant, unsure if it was proper procedure in the country, and then walked to the Ministers office. He knocked a few times and waited to be allowed in.

Rachel Carlisle opened the door and gestured for the Hoosier ambassador to enter. "If you will follow me, sir." She led the ambassador across the room to another set of doors and opened them, saying, "Ambassador Shaun Richard to see you, Minister."
Francis Golden walked out from behind his desk to greet the Hoosier. "Secretary Francis Golden," he said, introducing himself, "It is a pleasure to meet you," he continued, gesturing to a chair across from his desk. "Now, let us get down to business."

by **The Hoosier Alliance** » Sun Jul 07, 2019 8:43 pm

Indianapolis, Iron Guard Hoosier

Marshal of the Hoosier Armed forces and dictator of Iron Guard Hoosier Brandon Jones was reading through a number of reports and documents detailing the most recent developments within Hoosier and abroad. He read through a report about how the expansion of the Hoosier military by 50% was going as planned, however would soon have to be slowed due to the Manticoran embargo and lack of their arms. However, the report notes that the recent up-shoot of Hoosier industry has allowed Iron Guard Hoosier to proceed as normal with the expansion for a few more months without foreign imports, but long term there may be a weapons shortage if current consumption continues and no new imports are made before Hoosier industry is to its full strength.

He put the report off to the side in the pile of reviewed documents and picked up the next. This one described in more detail the Hoosier industrial situation. Currently, Hoosier could stand on it's feet without too many imports, though it wouldn't be possible long term, but within a few years Hoosier would be able to produce the vast majority of it's own weaponry and keep its own war machine going.

The next was information about the HHG, or Hoosier Home Guard. The training and militia program was going well, with thousands of boys volunteering and soaking up information that would be important for possible military careers, though the program has seen a shortage of training rifles as they are of a secondary concern to the Army.

Another report showed the spike in fighter and bomber production, most of which was focused on replacing the largely Great War era air force Hoosier possessed.

The last report was of the 25,000 Hoosier soldiers have crossed the border it shares with Sirvanska, entering the regions of Aryshtkova and Hettausa. Resistance so far has been light, but Hoosier forces have only just entered the country. Hoosier soldiers moved to secure cities and towns, as well as airfields and roads. A handful of local warlords tried to fight back, but were quickly crushed by advancing Hoosier infantry and armored vehicles. However, even though things have been going well, only 21 miles have been occupied, and Iron Guard forces are still working on securing the territory, as well as bringing in humanitarian relief for the occupied people. Hoosier and Breyburg had entered into an agreement to joint "peacekeeping" operations in the now collapsed nation of Sirvanska, and once the two nations' forces meet, they will cooperate to help bring order to the chaos filled land. It also stated that the request for Hoosier to purchase weapons from Breyburg in order to wean the nation off of Manticoran weapon manufacturing companies.

The Manticoran Empire

"The pleasure is all mine," Shaun said, sitting in the offered chair. "And yes, let us get to the point. I am here on behalf of Iron Guard Hoosier to negotiate and end to the embargo on our nation and see a return of seized Hoosier assets in your nation. As you likely already know, following Nihons illegal actions in Parsi, Marshal Jones left the Indianum Alliance and condemned the actions of Nihon. I believe an end to the embargo would greatly benefit both our nations, and see relations a little warmer between us."

by **The Manticoran Empire** » Sun Jul 07, 2019 9:00 pm

The Hoosier Alliance wrote:"The pleasure is all mine," Shaun said, sitting in the offered chair. "And yes, let us get to the point. I am here on behalf of Iron Guard Hoosier to negotiate and end to the embargo on our nation and see a return of seized Hoosier assets in your nation. As you likely already know, following Nihons illegal actions in Parsi, Marshal Jones left the Indianum Alliance and condemned the actions of Nihon. I believe an end to the embargo would greatly benefit both our nations, and see relations a little warmer between us."

Francis smiled. "That is excellent news. Yes, we can most certainly negotiate an end to the embargo. The Empire has a single condition that it wants met before the embargo will end, of course. All we desire and require is that Hoosier sign a treaty in which they will agree to join the embargo on Nihon. Seizure of Nihonese assets, impounding Nihonese merchant vessels, declaring Nihonese trade goods as contraband, etc. As long as Hoosier will agree to those terms, we can go through the paperwork of releasing Hoosier assets held by the Empire. Very simple, I assure you."

by **Norcourt** » Sun Jul 07, 2019 10:55 pm

Peacekeepers
11th September, 1926

Sirvanskan Mountain Pass of Leersog

Dak Hesley

Dear Z,

By the time you get this I'll probably be docked in Leersog already. A couple days off at sea and I already miss you as much as I ever could. I am writing to inform you that I'm doing fine and well. We've been stationed at Shishiri for a bit until the Ruskies are ready to leave for Sirvanska. All the guys here are quite alright, and the lads from back home have been handling things just nicely. Guzzo nearly shit his pants when I caught him sleeping on guard duty, he thought I was the major! The people over here in Shishiri are rather...strange to say the least. The violence and cruelty going on is just a symbol of the barbarism of everything that goes on in this goddamned part of the world. Anyways, If I don't get going, the Major will surely have me on the gauntlet! I may not write for a while, but even if then, please do continue writing yourself. Tell papa and mama that I love them. I love you, may the Elix protect you.

Yours and yours only, Dak

The 13th Elixian Legion had landed in Shishiri just a few days ago. Upon seeing the state of things on the Island, many Norcourtian soldiers were in shock. The lynching of Confederate families, along with the putting down of the riots, reminded the Norcourtians of events that had occurred when they were younger, twenty five years ago, during and after the civil war. They were disturbed.

On September 9th, they landed in Leersog, the 13th Elixian Legion merged with the Confederate 9th Regiment, in order to form the 1st Joint Humanitarian Division. The Imperial Norcourtian Navy accompanying the 13th Elixian Legion totaled to,

13th Elixian Legion Escort Fleet

x3 TLS Vanguard Class Battleships
x2 Rhino Class Heavy Cruisers
x2 Aircraft Carriers
x13 Memminar Class Destroyers

Equaling a total of 20 Ships.

Salacona
Abbas Company, 2nd Battalion

The men of Abbas Company were to be sent a little ways into the mountain pass to secure the nearby small town of Salacona. Lieutenant Dak Hesley took command, as Major DiMuttio and Captain Kingsworth managed troop assignments near the port. A Company walked cautiously into the small town. Salacona was rather unremarkable, the occasional neigh from horses, and drunken shouts from the nearby pub, were probably the loudest sounds you would hear. Despite the fact that 120 Norcourtian Legionnaires were walking with their weapons out, the populace seemed rather to busy to care. A woman walked right past Dak, carrying a laundry basket and smiled at him, with no care in the world for the army about to occupy their town. Perhaps these people were used to being occupied.

With help from a Sirvanskan translator, the Elixian Legion announced their occupation to the populace, in order to restore peace, and keep them safe from neighboring warlords. Dak past by the very same woman, the laundry basket woman, perhaps he was dreaming, but he thought he saw her wink at him, suggesting something. He slung his Vergaus over his shoulder and returned to the pub where he met the rest of company. The boys of 1st Platoon, the boys he grew up with in Galia, made up most of the the men of his unit.

"Word from management is that this occupation will only take 3 months, hell, 3 days if we are lucky. You see how easy they just let us in here? No resistance, nada, nothing boys. You see that broad out there with the laundry basket? Bet you three cans of bully beef I'll be in her pants by Friday night." said Corporal Russo

"Bah, shut your blasted mouth you old man, the only pants you'll get in are your own!" Dak said, "Anyways lads, tomorrow, we push farther up north, the faster we get up to Hettaeusa the better. Don't get too comfortable down here, we're leaving in the morning, but for now we celebrate."

"Celebrate for what, ya little drunk?" said Guzzo, "...For Death to all who oppose us, on our trek up north!" Dak said. "I'll drink to that! Hear, Hear!"
As the platoon laid drunken in the Salacona Pub, they knew not of what was to come the next day, for it was that very uncertainty, that kept them going.

by **The Manticoran Empire** » Sun Jul 07, 2019 11:56 pm

Royal Army Armored Force
Doctrine and Vehicle Development and Evaluation Board
Stirland
11 September 1926

Colonel Jason Malley sat around the conference table with a half dozen other officers. All of them were armor officers and they had a simple task: to make the Armored Force more effective in combat. And here they had a problem. The Empire's Armored Forces had a wide front to defend and they could manufacture armored vehicles in Dehum, Nuwe Afrikaa, and Tamir. Against Arengin and Tamir, that worked very well. Unfortunately, the greatest threat right now was Nihon, a nation which shared no land borders with the Empire. And so it had occurred to Colonel Malley that they would need to streamline the Armored Force. After all, any war in Indianum would require the Empire to ship troops and material overseas, which would require medium weight, general purpose armored vehicles to simplify the production lines as well as reducing the demand for spare parts, further reducing the strain on supply lines.
And that was the purpose of this meeting. The Board had met to develop a series of requirements for a new tank. The Great War had demonstrated that tanks were vital for supporting infantry assaults but that they would also have to be able to engage and destroy enemy tanks. Indeed, the Tamir and Nuwe Afrikaa fronts had seen several battles between Manticoran and Western League tanks. In addition, it had become clear that infantry could very easily engage and destroy attacking tanks using field guns and heavy machine guns. Any tank would, therefore, have to meet a series of basic requirements.
1. Armor thick enough to defend against typical tank and field guns.
2. A gun that could fire an HE shell for infantry support as well as a solid shot to defeat enemy tanks.
3. An engine of sufficient power to move the tank at 25-30 km/h on road and no slower than 15 km/h off-road.
4. A range of at least 200 kilometers.
5. A separation of the engine from the crew.
6. A three man turret with a turret basket.
7. Weight of less than 30 tons.
8. Reliability and ease of maintenance superior to current Armored vehicles.

Of course, now there was the problem of actually creating a vehicle to meet this requirements.

by **Shahinay** » Mon Jul 08, 2019 2:28 am

Assurhan
- "That's a very generous offer Aydinirian Empire is interested in. We would appreciete greatly the help Manticore is willing to provide" - Minister of War started. He looked right at Manticoran's eyes and stopped for a moment.
- "Mr. Orlando, I think we can speak openly. Where is the catch to your offer?"

Leersog and Torsan, southern Sirvanska
11 September 1926

Aydinirian attack and sphere of consolidated controll marked in purple. Major military encounters marked in red crosses

With an order given 8 days ago, Aydinirian Army Group North that for the last few months concentrated on the Empire's northern border have crossed now nonexistent border between Aydinir and what used to be the Kingdom of Sirvanska. More then 400.000 men, including tanks and armoured divisions, splitted into two main attacks going through Khshātriya Pass (from Assurhan to Torsan) and Prakhrean Pass (Ashayi to Leersog), with at least 100.000 more staying in reserve behind Aydinirian border.

The same day Aydiniran intervention was announced, imperial aircrafts bombarded many Sirvanskan cities with propaganda leaflets, calling for immediate capitulation and no ressistence. What was not mentioned in those leaflets, was the fact that behind Aydinirian army lines another and far dreadful force was entering Sirvanska. SAVAK, Aydinirian secret police. Ready to pacificate the population after their surrender and elliminate those deemed to be enemies of the Empire. Or, what was a much worse choice, their defeat from the hands of Aydinirian soldiers.

Within a few days south of Leersog was secured and the weak and disorganized ressistance crushed. From there Aydinirian attakcs went further north and west. In the west, Aydinirians wanted to reach border between Leersog and Pansk, and move further, to secure as much as possible before Nihonese or their Sirvanskan puppets would be able to react in any meaningful way. When Aydinirian army reached border of the province and one of the last major cities there, local warlord decided to face the invader, confident in his strenght and favourable terrain. Soon however he was surrounded in his fortress and bombarded from the sky, which forced him to surrender and make deal with the Aydinirians. He and his forces were pardoned, and joined Aydinirian side, helping fighting with other warlords and remnants of the centrall government.

In the north, Aydinirians encountered the only organized ressistance so far going from the remnants of Sirvanskan government. For two days they were able to hold Aydinirian advance and block the major road to the city of Leersog, province's capital, but during the third day they lines were broken. Despite their surrender, disarmed prisoners were executed by SAVAK as a warning for others and burried in a mass grave. Road was now open and Aydinirian armies headed onward. On 10th September they reached outskirts of Leersog, begining the siedge. On 11th they reached city called Quandarbān in Aydinirian, one of the two major Sirvanskan ports (with the other one further north being under Rusklandr and Elixian controll)

New administration was being filled mostly by local Aydinirian and Jarist minority. Talks started also between Aydinirian officials and representatives of the Sadizirian community.

by **The Manticoran Empire** » Mon Jul 08, 2019 2:42 am

Shahinay wrote:Assurhan
- "That's a very generous offer Aydinirian Empire is interested in. We would appreciete greatly the help Manticore is willing to provide" - Minister of War started. He looked right at Manticoran's eyes and stopped for a moment.
- "Mr. Orlando, I think we can speak openly. Where is the catch to your offer?"

Orlando actually let himself smirk at the Minister's question. "Your dossier said you were clever, Mister Ahûrani. I will be honest with you, the Empire has no interest in your nation's sovereignty or the sovereignty of Parsa. It is the oil in Rayy that we care about. 71 billion barrels of oil, all of which belong the Empire and can be used to fuel the Empire's military and industry. And which are threatened by the current Nihonese actions. So, to be honest, there isn't much of a catch, per se. More of an ulterior motive."

by **Guuj Xaat Kil** » Mon Jul 08, 2019 3:07 am

9th Regiment, 6th Infantry Division
Caoirigh go Brách!
September 9 to 11, Northeastern Leersog in General

Upon docking in the port of the coastal city (the name was Talinningrad) that they found in September 9, at around 0500 in the morning, the 1st JH Division's two components quickly secured the neighboring areas of the docks and after finishing that objective, fanned throughout the city, placing it under military administration for now and hanging various criminals who were running around in the open and contributing to the rampant anarchy, before the division arrived. The soldiers of the 13th Legion and the 9th Regiment were able to place the city under full control and had it completely cleared of disorder just before noon arrived. And with that out of the way, the surrounding countryside of Talinningrad was open for the taking, but their main purpose was to ease the suffering of these folks, and that they did. It appeared that the dozens of warlords fighting for this city were starving it by taking whatever food they had, and were blockading it from food made in nearby farms, this also meant many were sickly. It was a good thing the 9th had brought with them food, water, and medicine.

It took the whole day and some portion of the night for the city to be fully fed and taken care of, even then, some battalions of the 13th Elixian Legion and the 9th Regiment were sent into the surrounding areas of the city to fully secure it, and one of companies of the 13th were able to occupy was a port for river barges on the neighboring river's banks, it would be used to great effect in the following days, as barges were to be sent upstream with troops on them for the occupation of riverside villages and towns.

Not all was good news however, some of the 9th had overstepped, and the Colonel had to take drastic measures to deal with them, namely, drowning them in the river as their execution, and that was only one of the measures. Another piece of dark news came from their flyers in the sky, the Hawk had been using its planes to scout out the area, as well as to patrol for the bands of warlords, but one group of planes had found something else, and that was the advance of Breyburgian tanks from Shakoyoko into the eastern border of Leersog. Of course, they quickly returned after capturing them on camera and reported it to high command, this pushed the schedule in a way that they would have to work faster and harder to ensure that they would capture more territory than the Breyburgers. By the time the army rested for the day on September 11, they had taken a few strategic areas around the rivers and 20 miles around the city of Talinningrad.

They would resume operations at 0500, September 10, and would do so for the rest of the operation. It was a pretty active day for most, as only 1,000 from the 13th and 9th were stationed in Talinningrad as a garrison (2,000 in total), the rest were to move forward, and it appeared that they were going to meet... Rather stiff resistance in the form of an anarcho-syndicalist group in the southern side of the front. There, multiple skirmishes with them occurred, culminating with the Battle of Stolpol, which started at 1527. In this battle, a large 5,000 man anarcho-syndicalist army was crushed by a lesser force of 2,000 armed with superior equipment. It was concluded in 2047 with the retreat of the enemy's remnants.

Members of the 9th Regiment in the town of Stolpol

And that was only on one front of the peacekeeping! On the front nearest to Breyburg, makeshift fortifications had to be made, and smoke signals created, these were done with the intent of telling the advancing Breyburgers that this was the border, and it would be respected. Each fort had a garrison of fifty or so men. Major forts, such as those on hills and strategic positions, were to be held by a hundred men, no more, no less. They were to be given some amount of artillery and howitzers, and pretty much all anti-tank rifles. It was to be hoped, that the advancing Breyburgian tanks would stop when they saw the smoke. Finally, there was the western front. Not much resistance on that side once word arrived to the various villages and towns there that the "invaders" were taking care of the various warlords rampaging about by wiping them out. Going into any of these settlements as a soldier of the 1st JH Division, you would be celebrated as heroes.

Other than those events, and the usual advancement of the front-line, there wasn't much to be talked about. The division had reached the foothills of a nearby mountain range by the time night had fallen, and by the time they would retire for the night, they had almost reached the peak of most mountains in that range, the duty of taking those mountains had fell down on the shoulders of the 13th, as they were alpine troops, and thus were the perfect ones to take care of the mountains. Just north of the southern areas of that mountain range, the 9th were at work, but they had a different approach. They simply bombarded the mountains to high heaven, then after that, they swept in. This was due to reconnaissance planes revealing fortifications in the area, most likely made by enemy warlords who had consolidated. Unfortunately, some villages were destroyed in the artillery barrage.

Then September 11 rolled around as the army rested...

Salacona, September 11, 1800

"Good gods, its been a long ass day, for sure." thought the Lieutenant as he walked around the village, looking for their local bar, some good vodka they had the locals said earlier to him. His company had experienced some stiff resistance just north of this place, and they had to dislodge and eliminate that to ensure this place would stay under their hands. At the expense of some thirty good men, they were successfully able to do so. Those 30 boys had been buried under a clearing just a mile north of here. Now where was that damn bar, he had a mind to clear. It should be around this corner... No it wasn't, perhaps he took a wrong... Turn? Well call the devil and he cometh, there it was. The noise was also a good way to know where it was, and it seemed like there was a whole company in there!

He entered, and some of his men were already there, downing their drinks and enjoying the company of the various ladies serving those drinks. Some were already inebriated. "Aight, which one of you bastards had the idea of leavin me out of the drinks?" he jokingly demanded an answer from his men as he approached them, "Don't answer that, just enjoy the drinks.". He seated himself with a group ten of his own men, and when asked for a drink, he asked for that stuff they called "samogon". She simply nodded and left without a word, though the buxom woman seemed to be... Moving her hips in a suggestive manner as she left. She returned with a mug of the stuff. He downed it rapidly, "Pretty good shit...". He asked for another one.

He then took note of a nearby table's conversation, it appeared that these were men of the 13th. Ah, they were in luck, that was for sure, they experienced none of the resistance his men felt round here, they just walked in and seated themselves. "Word from management is that this occupation will only take 3 months, hell, 3 days if we are lucky." a man spoke, heh, probably more than 3 days, most likely two weeks at best, "You see how easy they just let us in here? No resistance, nada, nothing boys. You see that broad out there with the laundry basket? Bet you three cans of bully beef I'll be in her pants by Friday night.".

"Bah, shut your blasted mouth you old man, the only pants you'll get in are your own!" the Lieutenant replied, "Anyways lads, tomorrow, we push farther up north, the faster we get up to Hettaeusa the better. Don't get too comfortable down here, we're leaving in the morning, but for now we celebrate.". "Celebrate for what, ya little drunk?" said Guzzo, "...For Death to all who oppose us, on our trek up north!" Dak said. "I'll drink to that! Hear, Hear!".

Sheridan smirked, "Oi lads! Yer fellow 9th be drinkin to that as well ah?" he loudly declared to the men of the 13th, and to his own as well, and those on his table raised their mugs in the air, each one making a clink as they connected. "Hah, anyway," he walked up to the other table, "Name's Sheridan Maugham, First Lieutenant, whatabout you lads, names? Don't leave this man hanging now..." He asked the group.

by **The Hoosier Alliance** » Mon Jul 08, 2019 4:27 am

Shaun Richard maintained his smile, though internally he was a little uneasy. "I can assure you, Mr. Secretary, that is something we can do. Consider it done. I hope this can help put our nations on the track of cooperation." He stood and offered his hand. "Unless you have any more business to discuss, I think now would be a good time to take my leave."

Indianapolis, Iron Guard Hoosier

Today, the government of Iron Guard Hoosier announces an embargo on Nihon, ending all trade with the nation. Nihonese assets within Iron Guard Hoosier have been seized and their docked merchant ships have been confiscated, and all incoming ships will be turned away from port. All Nihonese goods are illegal for sale within the nation and violators will be prosecuted. This embargo follows Nihons illegal actions against Pari and its people, and will not be lifted in the foreseeable future.

by **The Manticoran Empire** » Mon Jul 08, 2019 4:29 am

The Hoosier Alliance wrote:
Francis smiled. "That is excellent news. Yes, we can most certainly negotiate an end to the embargo. The Empire has a single condition that it wants met before the embargo will end, of course. All we desire and require is that Hoosier sign a treaty in which they will agree to join the embargo on Nihon. Seizure of Nihonese assets, impounding Nihonese merchant vessels, declaring Nihonese trade goods as contraband, etc. As long as Hoosier will agree to those terms, we can go through the paperwork of releasing Hoosier assets held by the Empire. Very simple, I assure you."

Shaun Richard maintained his smile, though internally he was a little uneasy. "I can assure you, Mr. Secretary, that is something we can do. Consider it done. I hope this can help put our nations on the track of cooperation." He stood and offered his hand. "Unless you have any more business to discuss, I think now would be a good time to take my leave."

"Very well. I will get the ball rolling on lifting the embargo on Hoosier."

by **The Traansval** » Mon Jul 08, 2019 2:06 pm

3256. Silovetzi St., Continental Hotel, St. Osloverg, Arengin Union
Summer, 1926

Burger was silent for a moment, and then for a moment longer. In his head multiple expletives were thought. “Excuse us for a moment gentlemen…” Burger said as he stood up and grabbed Reitz by the arm, half dragging him towards the covered windows.

“We must reject!” Reitz said in Afrikaans so that the Arengins couldn’t understand.

“If we return to Pretoria without a treaty we’ll be gutted by Botha. They’ve agreed to the demands set forth by the Department.” Schlak countered.

“So? If we return to Kongres with these terms there will be outrage. At least haggle with the Slavs.” Reitz stated, a little exasperated.

“The Arengins have control over most of their zone, the fucking Rangers haven’t won a battle since this all began. If we don’t accept these terms, they’ll walk” Schlak stated firmly. Reitz grew quiet and turned away slightly.

Schlak laid his hand on Reitz’s shoulder, “I don’t like it, I won’t even support this treaty, but right now we are not ourselves, we are the representatives of the State. The State would want us to accept.”

“So go agree.” Reitz spat out.

Schlak sighed, “We’re all apart of this Embassy, I need your assent.”

The two grew quiet, the air thick and still. Finally Reitz simply looked to Schlak and gave a single nod in assent.

Schlak sighed once more and gestured to the table. He and Reitz moved from the windows to regain their seats.

“We give assent to these demands. Please have your offices mail the exact terms in writing and we shall contact our contracted printer to arraign for the final treaty to be printed and sent to the Boer Kongres for ratification.” Schlak stated, reaching out his hand to shake with the Arengins to seal the deal. “Let us finally end the bloodshed…”

Gokyo, Foreign Office Building, Nihon.
Late Summer, 1926

“Wonderful.” Anders stated as he followed the secretary. The doors to Minister Wakatsuri’s office were opened and Anders entered, greeted by said Minister.

“Honored to meet you Mr. Minister” Anders stated, taking his hat off and nodding in respect to his foreign counterpart. Anders shook hands with the Minister before taking a seat across from the man.

“As discussed in our correspondence I have the final Treaty here for your government. Our Kongres has ratified it and our President has signed it, and hopefully soon all official hostilities between our nations can cease.” Anders stated, handing the Treaty to one of Wakatsuri’s aides, with a smile.

Kaapstad, Nord Kaap, The Traansval
Late Summer, 1926

The guns fell silent and everyone looked on in anticipation. Newly out of the Brig and hit with a demotion, Adriaan was once more on the front lines. Adriaan looked at Jans and motioned towards the fields in front of them.

“Whats happening? Why did they stop?” Adriaan inquired.

Jans grunted, “Either they’re calling off the whole thing… Or they’re about to attack…”

Adriaan grew silent and nodded. He moved to his position in the dugout and walked up to the dirt wall held up by wooden slats. Adriaan’s fellow RSK soldiers were on their positions and Adriaan quickly set up his Chauchat.

Whistles echoed across the field and Adriaan could see in the distance the Aclusian forces moving. Tanks began their crawl which mobs of men marched behind them.

Adriaan brought the butt of his Chauchat to his shoulder, tucking it into his side and watched the enemy move through his sights. They moved across the charred shelled fields, their lumbering machines moving in front of them.

The sound of artillery fire echoed across the battlefield as Boer Howitzers opened fire, dropping their shells on pre targeted areas. Adriaan saw as a large tank was turned into a burning husk, sending flaming shrapnel into the men all around it.

“Yeah! Take that you fuckers!” Jans shouted, pumping his fist in the air as he watched the shells rain down on the Aclusian soldiers.

But they kept advancing. Shots could be heard as some soldiers decided to take potshots, soon quieted by their COs. “Hold your fire until they reach the minefield!” Shouted Sersant Giorgi, Adriaan’s section commander.

Adriaan sat tight and waited for the Aclusians to walk their way into the minefield, to set off the explosives and signal the beginning of the firefight. For now, he waited, with bated breath.

by **Norcourt** » Mon Jul 08, 2019 4:50 pm

Salacona Pub, 11th September

Dak, Guz, and Russo, along with the rest of the platoon cheered, clanking their tins together and singing Norcourtian folk songs.

A Confederate Lieutenant smirked, "Oi lads! Yer fellow 9th be drinkin to that as well ah?" he loudly declared to the men of the 13th, and to his own as well, and those on his table raised their mugs in the air, each one making a clink as they connected. "Hah, anyway," he walked up to the other table, "Name's Sheridan Maugham, First Lieutenant, whatabout you lads, names? Don't leave this man hanging now..." He asked the group.

Dak shook the Ruskie Lieutenant's hand, and and stood up looking him in the eyes. "The names Hesley, Lieutenant Dak Hesley, that is. I'm telling you now lad- Sheridan, once we push up north, and set up defenses, those blasted Sirvanskan State men have no chance! By the Elix I tell you, just 3 Months and all of Indianum could be ours! Hah!" Dak laughed as he joked.

They knew not of what was ahead of them, but at least they had comrades in arms, there for them at all times.

"Snow, snow, and...wait- nope, more snow..."

12th September, 5 Miles North of Salacona

Corporal Peter LaRusso, as he stumbled into the waist high snow of the Leersog Mountain Pass

A 600 Man Contingent of the 13th Elixian Legion were to remained stationed in Salacona, while Abbas Company along with the 4,280 men of the Elixian 13th Legion would push further up North into the Leersog Mountains. Guzzo looked out the back of the lorry, warming his hands with his breath. "Say, briefing back in Galia said that Leersog would be like Sicalia in the springtime, what the fuck is up with all this snow?" Guzzo said. "Well for one, Guz, it's not fucking springtime, and two, Sicalia ain't that great I'll tell you that. I met a Goldrushian broad over there once, I'll tell ya, I don't know whether or not I was the man in the relationship." Dak said sarcastically. "Right then, now listen boys, we'll stop at the nearby town of Syrissa, rest, declare our mission, perhaps even skive around with the populace. After that we'll push further up north into Hettausa, there, Prime Minister "Doughboy", will be found. We will dispose of his power of the region, after taking the towns of the southern and middle Hettausan region. Simple as that, this shouldn't take too long, we should be home by at most, March." Dak said. The Platoon agreed, shrugged it off, and continued their joking.

As they pushed forward into the North they faced essentially no resistance. In the early morning at around 0900, the Legion got stopped a small group of seemingly common native citizens, who turned out to be Sirvanskan Guerillas on the main road. Major DiMuttio was about to step out of one of the company trucks, until one of the guerillas unslung his tommy gun, and opened fire on First Platoons truck driver, Private Aleksandr Druzechsky, shooting him dead, straight in the head. killing him. They were disposed of immediately, as they retreated, Corporal LaRusso gunned the 5 men down with his Vergaus. Private Druzechsky was given a ceremonial burial along the road up north, as Dak recited an Elixian prayer, wishing him nothing less than safety in the afterlife. The first casualty of the humanitarian mission.

Baptism of Fire

The Legion had reached the town of Syrissa, a midway point between the border of Hettausa, and the road south to Salacona. However unlike Salacona, they were unable to just waltz into town, and declare it their own. Already half a mile near the town entrance, they started receiving fire from what appeared to be guerillas of the Sirvanskan State.

Machine gun fire zoomed past them, as the whizzing noise of incoming rounds frightened the inexperienced fresh troops of the Elixian Legion. "Right boys! Out out out!" Dak said. The men of the 13th hopped out of their trucks, upon advancing forward into the hay field. "First and second platoon, Lieutenant Hesley, I want you and your boys to flank around left, past those wooden barricades and take out that Maxim gun, we'll lay down a base of fire over here, and continue to advance. Is that understood Lieutenant?" said Major DiMuttio

"Understood sir! First and Second Platoon, on me!" 1st and Second platoons of Abbas Company advanced alongside the rest of the Legion, until they had finally reached the outskirts of the town. They torched the nearby buildings which they had received sniper fire from. Sirvanskan Guerillas drained out like a hornets nest, as Dak gunned them down with his subgun, one of them looked hardly above 15. The Norcourtians charged them in hand to hand combat, as they battered their faces in with rifle stocks, and smashed their skulls with large stones, in a frenzy of brutal desperation.

They approached the leftmost flank of the machine gun holdout, in the center of the road, taking cover on the wall of what used to be a general store. "Zanovich! listen, listen! I want you to take your masher, and nade that motherfucker, we'll lay down some suppressing fire, but there's no getting past this midway, unless we take care of that sucker." Private James Zanovich took out his stick grenade, and advanced forward under enemy fire, taking cover near some sandbags, previously used by now dead Sirvanskans. As he got up to hulk his grenade, he was shot immediately in the neck, falling down on the cobblestone road. As he looked into the sky, he then remembered, then looked dead at the grenade still in his hands, and for a split second, looked helplessly with a feeling of failure back at Dak. Though it wasn't said, Dak knew the thoughts going through Zanovich's mind, "I'm sorry sir.". His grenade exploded right next to him, launching pieces of his torso, head, arms, and legs, right back into the platoon giving suppressing fire.

Dak paused, bullets ricocheting left and right, his face covered in the blood of Private Zanovich, and as he stared down death, in the barrel of the Maxim Gun, he heard the shot. But it was not him that met his fate, Guzzo and second platoon had managed to flank right and take the nearby Inn House, as Guzzo and the rest of the platoon let out a long burst of fire directly into the Sirvanskan Machine Gunner, and his comrades, as he disintegrated into a pile of flesh and bone. The southern part of the city was clear, aside from the scared shitless civvies whimpering in their households and on the sidewalks.

Dak had made eye contact with Guzzo who was up upon the balcony, his senses returned to him, and that surreal feeling was gone. He gasped hard in relief, and he silently thanked Guz with a nod. He sat down next to LaRusso, near the sandbags where Zanovich had died. He took off his helmet, and continued to stare at the torn apart body of Zanovich, throwing up to his side. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. FUCK." was all LaRusso said. This was no Salacona.

by **The Hoosier Alliance** » Mon Jul 08, 2019 7:36 pm

As Hoosier forces advanced into the northern parts of Aryshtakova and Hettausa, they came into minor resistance, but the strongest was coming from the soldiers of General Larmos, a man who fancied himself a Hoosier style fascist. When this news reached Indianapolis, Jones decided to use that to his advantage. Without slowing the flow of troops to the region, he messaged General Larmos.

Additionally, 55,000 more troops were sent to the Hoosier-Sirvanska border, and would arrive soon and help assist advance into the region.

To General Larmos of Aryshtakova,
Greetings from the Marshal of Iron Guard Hoosier. This message is a simple one. It is an offer to you to join forces with us. Should you accept, you will be put in charge of the state you currently control as acting military governor and will be made a full part of Iron Guard Hoosier, enjoying our protection and backing. You current military force will not only be allowed to continue to operate (under the control of Iron Guard Hoosier, of course) but will be supplemented by Iron Guard troops. Decide fast, forces stronger than your own are closing in on all sides. Choose wisely.

Upon receiving the message from the Hoosier government, General Larmos was...hesitant to say the least. His men had been skirmishing with them for several days now, and the Hoosiers had taken a number of towns under his control. However, their offer was tempting...they would become part of Hoosier, he would remain in control of his territory, and his current fighting men would be boosted by these foreign soldiers. Within a few hours, Larmos had a response drafted and sent to the Iron Guard government.

To Marshal Brandon Jones,
General Larmos has decided to accept your offer of annexation, under the terms that he remains in power as acting military governor. His troops are ready to take work alongside yours in order to secure the region and prevent foreign aggressors from taking the territory by force. We look forward to working with you, fellow countrymen.

A message to the world:
The region of Aryshtakova is considered, from hence forth, to be Hoosier territory. The government of the region has welcomed annexation, and local and Hoosier forces are working as one to secure the region. Any attempts to annex or occupy parts of Aryshtakova will be seen as an act of war.

To the Empire of Aydinir,
We have guessed that your nation would be interested in securing the safety of the Parsi people in Samarakand. However, as you likely already know, the region bordering it has surrendered to us completely and blocks access to the Parsi populated region. Worry not, as we in Iron Guard Hoosier are reasonable folk. We are willing to come to the table and strike a deal. Let us prevent conflict and instead discuss how this can be good for both of us.

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