Markion Lore RP Thread[MARKION ONLY-IC]

[Sevevill]

Seve City Sevevill. September 5th 2035. New Sevevill Building a important figure in the new empire.

A complex of large buildings in Seve City Sevevill built by Sevillian architechtual firm J.C. Windglass. With the new Sevevill building being the second glass structure to the right.


James Lukas Sr. Executive for SG Civilian Aviation.

He walked through the door to the large office building. Looking up once more through the large glass building. The brand new tower had recently been leased by SG Civilian Aviation and outfitted for the office space to create deals with foreign and domestic airlines. And he had a large glass corner office for the division of the company he ran. Today he had a few more personal things to bring up with him. Pictures of his family and some other small things. The Elevator handeler pointed him to a open elevator to take him to the top floor of the building where his office was located. His secretary stood and opened the door.
"Welcome Mr Lukas. Would you like anything this morning?"
"No thank you. Just make sure to remind me ten minutes before my meeting."
"Very Well."
He walked in and sat down at his dest. Putting two picture frames on his desk and turning around to look out of the window. Below him the city moved quickly. Almost like nobody even noticed the world passing them by. The building shuddered suddenly. Rocking everything in his office. Suddenly a sound of explosions and breaking glass could be heard as fire alarms went off. The buildings sprinkler system abruptly started but then slowly died out. Little did he know he was involved in a large terror attack targeting the empires strongest city. Suddenly the building started to slowly lean as he got out of his seat and started making his way to the door... When he touched his hand to the door the last round of explosions went off. Briging the building down onto main street sevevill.

Officer Jason Genom. Senior Officer SCPD.
He looked up at the sigt infront of him A large building exploding. Just fireballs coming out of the side...
"uhhh. 511 dispatch, Roll fire to 456 main street. The New Sevevill building has got multiple explosions coming out the side." He quickly grabbed his rifle out of the tahoe he had just stepped out of. And started trying to get people away from the buildings around them. As the distant sound of multiple fire trucks and more police cruisers started flooding down the street. As the explosions had seemed to stop three more went off on the ground floor. Bringing the large glass building down.The structure slammed down and started to fall. Citizens and officers on the scene were thrown from the large blast that had brought the building down. After the last explosion he did not recal anything. Just that he woke up in a hospital being shown a picture of his Tahoe lodged into a second story office across the street and a pile of rubble where the large building once stood.

Sevevill News Network
"Today the Imperial Defence Forces have been deployed to Seve City after a explosion destroyed a large building in the middle of Seve City. With unknown amounts of casualties. The majority of the Main Street in the city is unappeasable along with many more roads in the area. Fire and other departments are attempting to find wounded in the rub.... *Brodcast fizzles out*

A man wearing a black hood with a shadow covering his face.

"Hello people of the oppressive Empire. We the Nationalists have destroyed your building. Killing your countrymen. The treatment of the people within the USCO displeases us. Cutting off their supplies, bombing the innocent, poisoning their crops destroying their forests. We will continue to kill your innocent. Treating your population as you treat others. The next target is somewhere in Diyaristan. If you do not pull out of the USCO more innocent will be murdured. More people killed.

We are the Nationalists.

*brodcast ends*

[The Green Union]

Attack in Albatopolis

Albatan:

The isolationist island nation was not spared from the violence. In the northeast of the capital city of Albatopolis gunmen carrying XM9 rifles began shooting at civilians while more barged into the nation's parliament...

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Emergency crews scramble, often with gunshots nearby, in the Albatanian capital of Albatopolis

The foyer was somewhat unguarded and a tour group was just getting through the metal detectors. Immediately shots were fired and the tourists and parliament staff were plastered bloody against the ornate wallpaper of the old front. The insurgents then moved through the metal detectors, shooting them when they started blaring and entered the next room.

To the surprise of the gunmen, the room was empty, and when they had all filed in the doors shut behind them and the lights went out.

Web-Walker; Albatan Partiament

"Well, this is not at all what I expected." Web-Walker sighed after taking a drag of his joint. He watched through the security cameras as parliament guard marched up to the doors of the room that the attackers were not locked in. After a pretty intense gunfight, the gunmen where gone men and the whole perimeter of the parliament building was now under lockdown.

[Codename] Web-Walker, Albatopolis, Albatan

The day of the Great Loss . . .

Albatopolis police swarmed the city, roughly forcing civilians indoors while armoured ERT carriers raced through towards the distant clatter of dying gunfire. Between the shouting, crying, and wailing of sirens, all were caught up in the scene of panic and pandemonium.

Flynn knew this, because he was in his private office in the parliament buildings, tapped into every security camera, public and private, in the city, watching for the terrorists’ next move on a half dozen monitors. So far no more gunmen had crossed the border, though there was still a great anxiety that this was only the first wave in an all out Arcadian invasion.

But as the hours went on, and still no FASCist tanks were rolling over Copper Avenue, Flynn finally allowed himself to lean back, let out a sigh, and start to process what had happened. Hundreds, if not thousands across Albatopolis were dead or maimed, and even he had not been able to anticipate it. That someone, somewhere, had managed to pull this off without so much as a whisper of warning . . . it terrified the man. Anakin flagged down one of the office interns and asked her for a coffee; he hadn’t had anything to eat or drink in hours, and only now did he realize how parched he was.

Then Flynn turned to his laptop, and saw the news.

Attacks in Seve City, Casatolo, Entropia, Kamooko, Ryune, Himmelsdorf, the Citadel, Arvaako, Lu Myn, Paralemville, Kurakchevsk, Sovija . . . and so many others.

The Albatanian couldn’t even make a sound. He just stared, numbed, at the images appearing in front of him. “How?” was the only full thought he could form, “Just . . . HOW?”

Then suddenly there was a coffee on his desk. Anakin was startled somewhat out of his trance, hurriedly thanking the girl behind him.

“My pleasure, kid.” she sad, “Looks like you really need it.”

Suddenly Flynn was completely awake. That was a voice he knew, and it was not that of Kayla the office intern. He spun around in his seat, coming face to face with a young woman in the patrol uniform of the Albatanian Parks Service. A black bulletproof vest with the aggressively fonted letters “APS” stared back at him, along with a belt fully of nasty gadgets and a standard issue CR pistol. He looked up, into a sunglasses-covered face topped by the same no-nonsense black cap.

Wolf smiled sadly as she took her glasses off. “Come on, Web-Walker. We’ve got a job to do.”

Twenty four hours later . . .

[Codename] Wolf, Albatopolis, Albatan

“Is it even legal to paint your jet in Red Crystal skin?” Web-Walker mused, admiring the interior of the Globemaster. This plane was, indeed, impressive. From the first moment stepping in from the tarmac at Abbot International Airport, one was greeted by a state of the art command centre complete with all the bells and whistles of that back in Dunn City. Web-Walker would be at home among these flashing lights and gleaming screens, and he hadn’t even seen all the side rooms, with everything from a fully equipped medical bay to armoury to kitchen

to sleeping quarters.

“If you saw the half of what we’ve been up to, you wouldn’t be surprised.” Wolf said, tossing her APS cap into an empty seat. The uniform had filled its role, but where they were going it would not be needed. These days it was just one disguise after another.

“Is that who I think it is?” came an excited voice from the next room. Suddenly, at the door appeared the sweaty, muscled form of young Skull, fresh from a workout and grinning stupidly. “Glad you could make it, Wire Head.”

Web-Walker pretended to wrinkle up his nose in disgust, but the smile which was now breaking out on his face said everything. “Ugh, I can smell the testosterone from here. It’s like I never left.”

Then a solemn figure appeared behind Skull, this one taller and thinner. The room went silent.

“What. The hell. Is he doing here?” the Albatanian said finally, through gritted teeth. His hands were clenched, and the tendons were popping out of his neck. On a scraggly man like Flynn, this made him look positively manic.

“Hello, Web-Walker,” Hound said, “It’s been too long.”

“Too long?” Web-Walker shrieked, “You killed Panther and Bane, you degenerate! You tried to blow us all up! I was hoping you were dead, or at least that I would never have to see your sorry hide ever again!”

The technician took a step towards the Vilhalan operator, but Wolf stopped him. Skull similarly placed an arm across the doorway, blocking the way.

Hound just stood there, eyes empty. His only reaction to the onslaught of words was a slight curling of the lower lip, though whether it was in sadness, disgust, or something else was impossible to tell.

“This is not the time, Web-Walker.” Wolf growled, “We can fill you in on everything that’s happened once we’re in the air.”

Flynn blinked, seemingly surprised at having stepped forward. He turned his back to the group, taking a few breaths. “Okay, yeah, you’re right. So where are we going? Somewhere less cold and rainy, I hope?”

“You’re in luck.” Wolf said sarcastically, “Hope you packed cool, because we’re going to Guanja.”

[Sevevill]

Off the coast of the USCO. SVN Princess Emma, a large Dominator Two class carrier
Petty Officer Third Class Jason Carmichal. 1st Carrier Group. 45th Airwing

He walked briskly down one of the many large hallways on the SVN Princess Emma. The ship was almost like a cruise ship with more capability for destruction. it changed the way most of her crew thought about being sailors. Most rooms were larger and had normal bunks like the marines and officers on a normal vessel would have for the entire crew. The hallways were larger and less cramped unlike the vast majority of other ships in the Imperial Navy. He wore his whites. A stark replacement from the normal gear he wore on the ship. Most of the time he was wearing what was the eqivilent to a large navy coloured jumpsuit. He exited onto a small gangway that went underneath the first flight deck that mostly was just used for many small gathering areas for crews. He quickly produced a cigarette and lit it as he walked. He had a meeting with the rear admiral. Someone who was rarely off the bridge but he was called into a meeting. He took a minute to look off the side of the carrier. Next to the behemoth he was on was the rest of the first carrier fleet. Smaller frigates and carriers going throughout their normal duties. As he took the last draw of his smoke and flicked it over the railing the the Rear Admiral came striding from a door near him.
Rear Admiral Johnston was a large burly man who looked like he never left the gym... even though nobody on the ship had ever even seen this man do pt. He was a well liked sailor and understood how to conduct war.
"Mr Carmichal thank you for taking the time to meet with me. As you are in charge of majority of the larger planes on this vessel I wanted to speak with you about our current campaign against the USCO. Your wing is assigned to bombardment of military storehouses correct?" Ah yes. They would either be bombing things harder or moving targets.
"Yes sir. We have been bombing ammunition dumps mostly."
"Good, Your wing is one of the best. No losses yet... That is why I want you to change your target and ammunition. You will now turn your attention to the factories... It can be any kind of factory, It can be large strips of factories. Your wing uses the SG-26 and it is very versatile. You can also now assign fighter wings for protection if needed. You dont need to go through me anymore for that. Good luck to you and your men." He shook his hand and started walking back twards the ship... but he turned around suddenly. "Oh and I forgot there are multiple boxes sitting in your office. Have your jets drop some of those pamflets over cities."

A few days later
Lt. James Lukas. SG-26 pilot. Over the coast of USCO. "Dropping Sunshine"

Him and his copilot flew over the coast towards a coastal city. They had been dropping bombs on factories but today they were dropping some pamflets over the city. They arked over the city releasing the pamflets over the city with the afterburners off so they were not obliterated by the engines. The pamflets were mostly propaganda using the starving population as bait to corrupt them over to the empire... the populas was most likely angry with the lack of food and water. Along with their governments unwillingness to sway the blockade. After the pamflets dropped he turned left and went back to the carrier. The job was done.

our government is not protecting you, they are letting you starve. They are corrupt and selfish. The imperial forces want you. We will feed those hungers, we will repair the wounded. Fight back against corruption

Off the coast of the USCO. SVN Princess Emma, a large Dominator Two class carrier

[Allanea]

Official Statement from the Free Kingdom Ministry of Allanea

The Free Kingdom Government has observed, with great displeasure, the authoritarian aggressive actions by the Empire of Sevevill against nations throughout Markion. As is well known, the Empire of Sevevill is interested in continuous expansion of its rule, and has been willing to use force to extend its colonial possessions. Moreover, while some imperialist nations have substantially improved the lot of those under their reign (by, for example, toppling far worse totalitarian regimes, abolishing slavery, etc.), the Empire of Sevevill has brought nothing but death and suffering wherever it had attempted to extend its tentacles.

Its current action is a maritime blockade against the United City States of Oceania, combined with the use of defoliants and other chemical weaponry, with the clear and obvious intent of starving the entire nation into submission. This maritime blockade has already likely lead to the death of thousands, and is likely to kill hundreds of thousands if nothing is done about it. Therefore, the Free Kingdom of Allanea issues a condemnation of the Empire of Sevevill as a genocidal and terrorist entity. As such we hereby announce that the procedures are being initiated to place the Empire of Sevevill on the Prohibited Entities List.

However, we are not merely here to signal our (very considerable) virtue. We hereby call upon all allies on the United City States of Oceania to cooperate with us on the issue of assistance to the United City States in lifting the blockade. We believe that joint military action should be considered, and would definitely be lawful, under the generally accepted principle of collective self-defense. The Free Kingdom of Allanea is willing to assist in the formation of a Good Will Coalition that would work to lift the blockade and aid the people of the United City States.

That is all.

May the Gods Continue to Bless Allanea.

* * *

Headquarters of the United Smuggling Company, LLC

The CEO's phone rang once, twice, thrice.

"Martha? What is this nonsense?" – he shouted over to his secretary, as he rose angrily from his desk. "Why are you routing that to me? I told you I'm busy and to hold all my calls –"

"It's from the Ministry of War."

"It's… what?" – he said, picking up the phone.

"Mr. O'Keefe? I'm General Kalugin. OAS."

"I… how can I help?"

"I know your organization has two very large submarines. The largest cargo submarines available, is that correct?"

"The Sea Cow and the Great Auk, yes."

"Those are the ones we want to rent. Can they be ready to depart within three days?"

"You can't just…"

The voice on the other side of the phone named a sum. "This of course includes hazard pay. Should the subs be lost, you will be compensated as per the usual Navy contract terms. As for the men, their families shall be taken care of anything happens. That said… there's a reason your company is big enough to even have such boats. The crew are probably as good as Navy crews, aren't they?"

"Many are former Navy."

"I took the liberty to check the both Captains' records. I like Captain Bellamy. He's got some medals from his time in the Navy, I believe."

"….yes" – O'Keefe said, perplexed by this line of questioning.

"I'd like him to prepare to sail the Sea Cow into the way of harm with a full load of emergency food packages."

"Food… packages?" – O'Keefe would not have been in this office if he didn't know how to think on his feet. "There's a siege somewhere, isn't there?"

"That's right, O'Keefe. People are dying. Women. Children. Clear that schedule for me, will you?"

"I…. understand, General."

"Don't worry. The Navy is good with its payments."

Then there was silence on the line.

[Rudony]

Rudon Empress Declares Martial Law

In light of the recent epidemic, and its possible relation to the terrorist group that caused the Great Loss and deaths of over 10,000 people most of which were civilians, the government of Rudony has invoked martial law for all of the imperial islands. The death toll has risen to an additional 500 with a total of 1000 dead. However, thanks to the support of Altosian and Stratisian CBRN units and aid, the rate of infection has dropped massively. Although, despite this, infected individuals still seem to have no hope in sight with no cure or method found to quell the fungus or the spores. Some military officials have suggested burning infected areas to destroy the fungus' spores but other alternatives are still trying to be found in the hopes that such an option can be avoided. The Rudon government has also reached out to the MU and KP for support.

[Sevevill]

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Official Statement from the Free Kingdom Ministry of Allanea

The Free Kingdom Government has observed, with great displeasure, the authoritarian aggressive actions by the Empire of Sevevill against nations throughout Markion. As is well known, the Empire of Sevevill is interested in continuous expansion of its rule, and has been willing to use force to extend its colonial possessions. Moreover, while some imperialist nations have substantially improved the lot of those under their reign (by, for example, toppling far worse totalitarian regimes, abolishing slavery, etc.), the Empire of Sevevill has brought nothing but death and suffering wherever it had attempted to extend its tentacles.

Its current action is a maritime blockade against the United City States of Oceania, combined with the use of defoliants and other chemical weaponry, with the clear and obvious intent of starving the entire nation into submission. This maritime blockade has already likely lead to the death of thousands, and is likely to kill hundreds of thousands if nothing is done about it. Therefore, the Free Kingdom of Allanea issues a condemnation of the Empire of Sevevill as a genocidal and terrorist entity. As such we hereby announce that the procedures are being initiated to place the Empire of Sevevill on the Prohibited Entities List.

However, we are not merely here to signal our (very considerable) virtue. We hereby call upon all allies on the United City States of Oceania to cooperate with us on the issue of assistance to the United City States in lifting the blockade. We believe that joint military action should be considered, and would definitely be lawful, under the generally accepted principle of collective self-defense. The Free Kingdom of Allanea is willing to assist in the formation of a Good Will Coalition that would work to lift the blockade and aid the people of the United City States.

That is all.

May the Gods Continue to Bless Allanea.

The imperial foces are now to recognize every ship/submersible and aircraft from the nation "Allenea" As a threat to the security of its waters. Throughly every vessel approaching the blockade will be given fair warning with any methods available to the crews of the Imperial Navy. If the vessel fails to respond or divert will be dispatched accordingly. The Empire refuses to accept foreign powers attempts to save a corruptive and greedy government. This is fair warning to all sailors from this such reason.

Why sit and suffer? Why be undermined by a greedy government with the goal to provoke the beast. Kill millions of civilians just like yourselves throughout the entire region of Markion. Purposely running a oil tanker rigged with bombs into a civilian port. Killing thousands... Blowing up city centers. Mercifully killing thousands of people for regions all over the world. You are living in a nation filled with greed and self-loathing. They want to be a empire but they lack the capability to expand without killing the innocent all across the world.

Do you really want to be supporting a government like that. Rise up, fly the flag of the Imperial Forces and unite as one. Unite under god and the pride of rebuilding what was lost from your nation.

[Durradon]

Cpl. Conner Keller. Atlas Agent. Preparing for the meeting inside of the tower.

Although not his first chance encounter with powerful men in countries other than his own he knew what he was doing would be for the better. Although it was hard not to be suspicious of the multitude of men he did not know. He was terrified of the possibility of these men just turning on him in a heartbeat but he knew with the backbone of the Sevevill Empire who was bankrolling this operation but this would be one of the first in person encounters with the man. As he walked out of the elevator into a room covered in marble and polished wood he removed a business card from his breast pocket prepared to meet this gentleman he would be meeting for the first time. There was almost no information obtained on him as most of Sevillian surveillance had strayed away from the underworld. Mostly focused on the governments of the KP but enough to contact him.

He continued walking forward as two men opened a large set of oak doors into the meeting room. He presented his card held in both hands to the man standing infront of him as he walked in.
"Hello, I am pleased to finally make your acquaintance I hope that we will be able to continue to conduct business." He spoke this as the two large doors closed leaving him with the one man and a solitary guard almost invisible standing in the corner.

Ryune, Katno Ward, Zaishazhon Tower
Kei Feng

Feng smiled. "Ah! So nice of you to read up on some of our customs." He took the card with both hands and read it, "a fine card, although, I must admit. This is not necessary, we are friends are we not? Let us move to a more relaxed environment." The Clan Master delicately placed the card in his pocket and led the somewhat confused Sevevillian to his penthouse. "This deal represents more than just an exchange of weapons and money for services," Feng spoke as they walked "it represents change, change that Markion desperately needs." He went around his bar and began to grab ingredients to mix drinks. "Sevevill is an empire, an empire needs to feed in order to grow or even simply stay alive, Durradon can provide such things." Feng finished making a drink for himself and then motioned to the empty glass in front of Conner, "do you drink?"

[Sevevill]

Cpl. Conner Keller. Atlas Agent. Preparing for the meeting inside of the tower.

Although not his first chance encounter with powerful men in countries other than his own he knew what he was doing would be for the better. Although it was hard not to be suspicious of the multitude of men he did not know. He was terrified of the possibility of these men just turning on him in a heartbeat but he knew with the backbone of the Sevevill Empire who was bankrolling this operation but this would be one of the first in person encounters with the man. As he walked out of the elevator into a room covered in marble and polished wood he removed a business card from his breast pocket prepared to meet this gentleman he would be meeting for the first time. There was almost no information obtained on him as most of Sevillian surveillance had strayed away from the underworld. Mostly focused on the governments of the KP but enough to contact him.

He continued walking forward as two men opened a large set of oak doors into the meeting room. He presented his card held in both hands to the man standing infront of him as he walked in.
"Hello, I am pleased to finally make your acquaintance I hope that we will be able to continue to conduct business." He spoke this as the two large doors closed leaving him with the one man and a solitary guard almost invisible standing in the corner.

Ryune, Katno Ward, Zaishazhon Tower
Kei Feng

Feng smiled. "Ah! So nice of you to read up on some of our customs." He took the card with both hands and read it, "a fine card, although, I must admit. This is not necessary, we are friends are we not? Let us move to a more relaxed environment." The Clan Master delicately placed the card in his pocket and led the somewhat confused Sevevillian to his penthouse. "This deal represents more than just an exchange of weapons and money for services," Feng spoke as they walked "it represents change, change that Markion desperately needs." He went around his bar and began to grab ingredients to mix drinks. "Sevevill is an empire, an empire needs to feed in order to grow or even simply stay alive, Durradon can provide such things." Feng finished making a drink for himself and then motioned to the empty glass in front of Conner, "do you drink?"

[b]Cpl. Conner Keller. Atlas Agent. In the penthouse {/b]

He looked over
"Oh yes I do, And I fully agree. Change is greatly important... not just for the empire but for your nation and Markion as a whole. This entrence into the KP is one that should un nerve the population of this society. One of great pride and respect. And could possibly affect the trade agreements the Empire already has with your nation. And I hope this partnership will befit both of our nations. "

[Allanea]

To: Empress Andraste Audhoan
From: Cassiopeia Blaken-Kazansky, Queen of Allanea, Empress of Greater Prussia, et cetera, et cetera
Subject: Your situation
My Royal Cousin!*

I observe with grief the terrible suffering in your country. I have consulted the professionals at the Free Kingdom Emergency Command, and after having had the technical elements of the situation explained to me, I am now empowered to offer you assistance.

The appropriate strategy for dealing with an infectious disease for which a cure had not been found is clearly to separate the ill and infected from the healthy, both in terms of medical quarantine on the ill until the disease runs its course, and observation quarantine on apparently healthy individuals appearing to leave the disease area. Moreover, it's likely advisable to cremate anyone who dies from the disease, as well as incinerate their belongings.

For this reason, I hereby appoint Marshal Murzalov of the Emergency Command (EMERCOM) to deal with the situation going forward). Should you accept our aid, we hereby offer to send as follows:

1. A team of about 20-30 epidemiologist investigators to assist in mapping the scope of the disease and its possible origin. (These will be on their way to your country as soon as you approve our offer.

2. A supply of rapid-deployment inflatable tents, and HAZMAT suit for use in quarantine. (Shipping will commence within days of your approval being received).

3. Several air-transportable incinerators and two mobile cremation ovens. (Shipping will commence within days of your approval being received).

4. A field hospital to help deal with the problem. (This may take some time to arrive).

Please respond to me as soon as possible. Yours,
Cassiopeia.

OOC:

*Allanean monarchs refer to all foreign monarchs as 'their royal cousin', with the obvious exception of those monarchs they are actually related to, in which case their actual grade of relation is entered, and, obviously, slaver monarchs, where an insult is substituted instead.*

[Sevevill]

Endrade Maxiatian. USCO Citizen. In the basemnt of his home with multiple other civilians

He held a pamphlet dropped from one of the bombers that had been terrorizing them for months. And it was starting to seem like the Sevillians were right. He knew about the supposed rouge general but it was starting to seem like he was just a elaborate cog in the machine to overthrow the original government. It would almost apear that they had given up on them. They had little to no food from what he had heard the government was using it to feed their soldiers and themselves. Just the rice that was left over from before the blockade when people thought something was coming. Farms had been turned to dust, Factories destroyed, cities tarnished. And him and his friends had decided that it was no longer acceptable.

He himself was a former scientist who had served his time and he assumed that if the Imperials wanted people to fly their flag they would have a way to contact them. And he was looking throughout the three or four they had found scattered alongg the streets of the city. He was working very closely with a small blade to separate the two strips of paper. Something Seveillian intelligence had been known to do in the past. Hide things in-between small sheets of paper. Once separated some would have lightly engraved messages that were almost impossible to notice if shining light through the page. They had finally started to get them apart. When they found what they were looking for. A frequency... Presumably to contact one of the ships off of the coast. Underneath that in faint small text only visible with a microscope they saw what read to those of you who find this. This frequency will connect you to the people will help lead you to accomplish your quest for greatness with honor and recognition.

"I think we have found what we needed. I assume if we use this frequency it will connect us with the Imperial forces."

"Alright. I have a long distance radio upstairs we should try that first before going somewhere where we could be caught trying to reach them." One of his friends. Davis Mathews, someone who had once been very vocal against the Empire but now he was in a tough spot. His family hungry. Assets taken over by the government. Hunger can drive a man to do crazy things.

They got the radio and moved it downstairs and changed it to the frequency

To those who found the message in the pamphlet and want to regain the freedoms you desire do not fret for you are not unheard. Change the frequency to 5.664.643 and you will be moved to a encrypted channel where you may speak with us freely.

They did just what the message said and announced themselves over the line.
"Hello, Is anyone on this end of the line?" He asked reluctantly.

"Yes. I am POTC. Markus Greene of the Imperial Navy. May I ask the reason of connection to our frequency?" A voice asked shortly after.

"We are looking to help in your endeavors" He said gingerly back to the man on the other end.

"Ok. Hold on we will be connecting you onto a different frequency."

Static could be heard over the radio and after a breif pause another man spoke.

"Hello, I am Rear Admiral Howard Snow... Do not fret you are on a line that should not be distinguishable by your fellow countrymen. Write down this frequency you are on right now it is the only way to get in touch with me and the safest mode of communication. "

"Hell Admrial... I am willing to take charge for you in starting a rebellion against our government. And know others willing aswell. We are being deprived from our government and are starting to question the motives of our government for letting this happen to us. We want to help you."

"Wonderful. I am glad you found this message for I was starting to fear only few wanted to contribute to regaining your freedoms. I will give you a location to meet with the other men and women who have signed up to fight. Although it is not yet a sizeable force it is still in the area of worthwhileness for movements can grow."

The admiral gave him coordinates to meet with the rest of the group and on what day and time to do so. With that he left them with the knowledge that members of Atlas would be arriving shortly to help train and equip them for the daunting tasks ahead and the a simple phrase that would most likely stick with him for the rest of his life.
"No hill is unclimbable my friend. I will be in touch shortly."

[The Green Union]

The first forces of the now operational Kamooko Defence Command airborne regiment arrived in Skyline City mere hours after being given authorization by the new Albatanian government. Having been kept on high alert ever since the announcement of a Green Party victory, the KDC soldiers arrived on their two Hercules transport late at night with little more than their personal equipment. While the initial deployment was quick, some soon began to criticize it as perhaps being a little too quick. The KDC soldiers had not even brought their own small arms with them, nor did they have accommodations for the night, and the company sized Loyalist, Placeodermsian, and Durranese paratrooper force spent their first few nights in the country living out of hotels and motels.

It took some additional days for a more official headquarters to be set up in the country (still out of a hotel, though a nicer one), and for serious supporting elements to arrive. By this point some observers are calling the KP commitment little more than a token, noting that the Albatanian RRF secured their border weeks ago.

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Newly arrived KDC troops, though lacking supporting elements, patrol the Albatanian border with their RRF counterparts

Kamooko Pact forces in Albatan have announced the beginning of Exercise: GREEN WEST, a major combined arms training exercise intended to build the capacity of the Albatanian Rapid Reaction Force and their Kamooko Pact supporters to respond to any attack on the country.

The exercise, comprising of nearly two hundred armoured vehicles and four thousand RRF, KP, and local police personnel, will take place in the woods of Greater Albatan and urban areas of Albatopolis near the Albatan-Northern Albatan border. The exercise will include a live fire section against static targets, as well as a dynamic scenario section using laser tagging systems. The latter is projected to be supported by two hundred actors to replicate Albatanian citizens in the war zone, while simulated invading forces are to be played by members of the Royal Rifles of Calendôr, flown in from Kamooko for this occasion.

[The Green Union]

The Confederate government has joined the exiled parliament of the Green Union in their request to send crisis aid to Rudony and conduct an investigation alongside Rudon authorities. With cities across Markion being put on lockdown after the terror attacks and the death toll of thousands, Prime Minister Tekeshi has released a statement saying that all nations of Markion should be helping Rudony right now. Even if it is not truly the acts of terrorists, the death toll in Rudony has begun to rise to over half a thousand due to these newer attacks with no end in sight. Tekeshi has shamed every government not currently working towards helping the Rudons in their time of need. Other state officials have commented saying that blame should not be thrown to any government, group or person until an official investigation is complete and a definitive answer given to these crimes.

With seemingly warm reception within Kamooko Pact ranks to the prospect of emergency assistance to the island of Rudony, the Parliament of the Green Union has formally tabled the topic for debate. PGU representatives have pointed to a growing movement of international support, not only from nations within Markion, but also beyond, in the form of Allanea’s recent pledge.

Charlotte Fried, de-facto leader of the PGU since the death of Pierre Mackenzie, spoke passionately on the subject in front of the Article Three Council:

“What message does it send when the Allaneans, a people who never felt the sting of the Great Loss, are ready to help before many fellow Markonians? What message does it send when this body, so committed to infinite caution, misses what may be the our best chance at ending this nightmare and distributing justice? In this quest we cannot afford to be Durranese or Placeodermsians, Kalturans or Congressionals. We are, all of us, Markonians. And this crime against Markion must be avenged by our hand.”

[Phoenxia]

~1700

Drejveškan and Arcadian settlers move into the less crowded lands belonging to the Xekniyan tribes. There are very few disputes, but it is clear the Xekniyans are uneasy with the settlers.

1910

Phoenixia wins the revolution, the way the arcadians made the border, Xekniya is left alone. The substantial number of Drejveškan and Arcadian farming settlers still remained. Many Phoenixians believed Xekniya should be a part of Phoenixia.

1966

Reichminister Kiër Kustanh gave the settlers full Phoenixian citizenship, this was not exactly carried on for very long due to the abrupt end of Kustanhs "reign of terror"

1998

Reichminister Eiren Luetsche enacted a referendum for the incorporation of Xekniya into the National Republic, only citizens of Phoenixia were allowed to vote in this referendum. Incorporation passed by a very high margin. The Xekniyans were obviously upset by this. They began attacking the farms of the descendants of settlers. The Reichminister decided to take action for these heinous crimes against the citizens of Phoenixia. The Phoenixian armed forces were mobilized for the first time in 30 years.

2003-2008

In 2003, fighting started in the Xekniyan capital of Atserna, it is said to be haunted by the spirits of brutally killed Phoenixian soldiers. The first battle for Atserna ended in 2008 with an armistice and Phoenixian recognition of the Xekniyan autonomous state, it is considered the most brutal battle in Phoenixian military history.

2022-present

With the start of a new NPL "Legione Nationale Phönixsche" adminisration under Gustavek Khaloksov, after false reports of Xekniyan militants killing Drejveškan women and children, The Reichminister marched more soldiers into Xekniya,it is a stalemate on a line around 20 miles outside Atserna, but the fields are still hot.

[Republic of Altos and Stratis]

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To: Cassiopeia Blaken-Kazansky, Queen of Allanea, Empress of Greater Prussia, et cetera, et cetera
From: Henricus Maro, Minister of Foreign Affairs, Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Altos and Stratis
Subject: United City-States of Oceania-Empire of Sevevill War

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To: Queen Blaken-Kazansky

We humbly request your aid in the defense of the United City-States of Oceania, lest millions of free Oceanians fall under the sway of an autocratic expansionist empire. As mentioned in your declaration Sevevill has on multiple occasions employed chemical defoliants to systematically destroy the Oceanian food supply and has forced the debate of whether or not this constitutes employment of a chemical weapon. If such a determination were to be made, we would have to respond in kind, which would escalate the conflict to a dangerous level. Hopefully, with your aid, such action can be prevented, and peace restored in the region.

Sincerely,

Henricus Maro
Minister of Foreign Affairs
The Republic of Altos and Stratis

[Allanea]

From: Baroness Priscilla Stossel-Conde, Free Kingdom Ministry of War
To: Henricus Maro, Minister of Foreign Affairs, Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Altos and Stratis
Subject: United City-States of Oceania-Empire of Sevevill War
Encryption: Diplomatic

Dear Sir!

Her Imperial Majesty has assigned this problem to be resolved by the Free Kingdom Ministry of War. As part of the Free Kingdom's efforts to assit, we will be diverting a cargo submarine (which is already on its way to Markion) to resupply in your nation's harbors, where it shall await an opportune moment to cross the distance between your nation's shore and that of the United City States. Two SSNs are being prepared to also take shelter in your nation's harbors until the opportune moment.

In addition, we request permission to base a small group (no more than 24) of MC-53 cargo aircraft in the Western part of your nation (away from the coast facing the UCSO). We propose that these aircraft shall be refueled there, and then loaded with food (which we hope your nation has aplenty) for future rescue operations. Their range permits them to fly substantially higher than is typically the case in aircraft of this type.

The aircraft will also carry over equipment for future use in defensive operations. In addition to them, a similar amount of larger (non-stealthy) cargo aircraft shall also be used to deliver a small amount of troops (combat engineers) to maintain and utilize a small amount of defensive equipment (in the East of your nation), specifically a range of heated inflatable decoys to assist in your nation's air defense should the Sevevilleans attempt (foolishly) to attack you.

However, this is not the chief issue which I wished to discuss. The chief issue is this:

Currently, maritime traffic in the area around UCSO is nearly non-existent (due to the existence of a Sevevillean blockade around it). This is obviously a problem, but also opportunity. The absence of major civilian surface traffic means – by process of exclusion – that any unidentified major surface contact detected by our satellites, and particularly in the 900-kilometer stretch of sea between UCSO and your nation's shore is a major Sevevillean surface combatant (with the reasonable cautions applying).

For this reason I will be happy to share with your military colleagues in your nation the data from Allanean orbiting radar satellites on any radar contacts in the relevant area, particularly in the 900-kilometer wide area between UCSO and your nation's shore (which my subordinates are now referring to as the killbox).

Yours, Priscilla.

[Republic of Altos and Stratis]

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To: Baroness Priscilla Stossel-Conde, Free Kingdom Ministry of War
From: Victoria Frost, Defence Minister, Ministry of Defense, The Republic of Altos and Stratis
Subject: United City-States of Oceania-Empire of Sevevill War

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To: Baroness Priscilla Stossel-Conde

We welcome these additional military assets and intelligence, they will prove useful in the near future. As for your aircraft and ships, I will send instructions to our ports and airfields to prepare for their arrival. As for the previously mentioned strategic calculus regarding Sevevill's use of defoliants, a decision has not been made, but this should affect the outcome positively. Upon completion of this message, I shall send mobilization orders to prepare for an upcoming offensive.

Sincerely,

Victoria Frost
Defence Minister
The Republic of Altos and Stratis

[Allanea]

Ministry of War, Free Kingdom of Allanea

"They've agreed to it. This is surprising." – said Priscilla Stossel-Conde as she lounged in her chair. "I have expected some degree of unproductiveness. Send an update message to the Sea Cow to alter her course. Grand Admiral McConaughey, I'm putting you in command of the entire effort. Take two SSNs, send them there immediately. Arm and ready two carrier battlegroups, in case this escalates."

"In case?" – said the Admiral – "This was always going to escalate."

The woman laughed raucously. "That's right, Admiral. Gather the fleet."

* * *

The Grand Admiral's car stopped, soundlessly, at the pier, and the man walked out. He was in civilian clothing – at his high rank, the Code of Military Regulations allowed him to skip out entirely on uniform requirements if he so choose. And at this point, everyone knew precisely who he was. "Is this our carrier?" – he asked his aide.

"The FKS Tsunami, Sir."

"Not very inspiring. She is at least twenty years old from construction."

"It's supposed to have all the modern armaments. It's been last refitted five years ago, Sir."

"Well, the men are going to have to be good at their job. I suspect the slightest fuckup will outright cost them their lives. Now go tell the crew I am here for a snap inspection."

The process of a snap inspection is perhaps the most nerve-wracking thing to a ship commander that can ever happen, short of actual combat, of course.

No commander expects their ship to be literally perfect – and of course, neither does any inspecting officer in his right mind. Yet no two officers are in the same frame of mind, and one may find a failure that has been deemed a minor oversight by the other, a near-fatal flaw.

So was it here. As the Grand Admiral paced through the halls of the Tsunami, he neither raised his voice to the sailors nor even expressed anger in the slightest. Sometimes, however, he made a motion to his adjutant, and that man made a note in his tablet.

Only when he arrived in the Captain's office did he change his expression.

"Captain Joseph Green!" – he roared – "You unbelievable fucking failure of a human fucking being! Did you think that just because you can fill out a Navy uniform, this makes you a fucking Captain? You are despicable! I am ashamed! I am ashamed I will be having you under my command! You should be ashamed! You should be wetting yourself with fear! I have inspected this ship, and I have found it lacking! And what makes it worse is that it is lacking in the most – fucking – important – parts, you landlubbing, Communist, assblasting, Shoggoth of a Captain!" – said the Grand Admiral and swore profusely. "I have spoken to the firefighting team! Your ship is short on firefighting equipment. It's also short on first-aid equipment. What do you think will happen when a Sevevillean guided bomb punches right through the fucking flight deck and blows up in your mess hall? What will you fight the fire with, you ignoramus? Your tears? Not fucking good enough, water can't put out a steel fire!"

"Sir, I don't understand, Sevevillean?"

"Yes, about that." – said the Grand Admiral. – "I have been ordered to assemble a fleet to go help out with the Sevevillean conflict. And – don't worry – you're still part of that fleet."

"Aye aye, Sir! I serve the Crown, Sir!" – the Captain saluted. He was being selected for a combat assignment.

"Don't you go all playing an enthusiastic cadet on me, Green. You are not out of the woods yet. Obviously speaking you need to resupply yourself entirely with all the essentials. Then, I want you to begin holding firefighting and damage control drills for all the crew as soon as the ship is ready, and if it is in fact ordered to go to Markion, which has not been fully confirmed yet, you will be drilling the entire way there, do you understand me, you urban spit-puddle?"

"Aye aye Sir!"

"Do not misunderstand me, Green. If there's a major fuckup in a combat situation and men die, the fact you've had problems with your damage control people before departure will come up against you in any hearing. Do not fuck up."

With this, the Grand Admiral departed from the FKS Tsunami.

Elsewhere, two submarines were already leaving their pens, bound for Altos and Stratis. There they had already been inspected, and passed, and their missile cells and torpedo bays inspected. Within two weeks, they would arrive in position, on the very edge of the Killbox.

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Somewhere on the Eastern Coast of Altos and Stratis

Here, the first teams of Allaneans were already leaving their planes. Within a day, they would begin their work – deploying their weapons.

The "weapons" were not really weapons, and yet in a sense they were some of the mightiest weapons in the world.

They were inflatables – essentially, dark-green, military versions of a balloon animals, sewed to shape as to resemble a tank or air-defense vehicle. A man standing next to them would of course tell them apart easily – but a surveillance plane or satellite, or a man with a set of binoculars half a mile away, would get the full impression of the appearance of a fighting force – tanks, air defense vehicles, missile launchers. Sewn into the war machines was metal thread, to make them appear "real" on RADAR screens, and some of them were also heated from the inside with tiny diesel engines, to make them appear they had real engines that were in fact functioning.

Elsewhere, Allanean soldiers arrived at a local dump and harvested every old tire they could. This would also be part of Allanea's war plan.

[The Green Union]

Kamooko Pact forces in Albatan have announced the beginning of Exercise: GREEN WEST, a major combined arms training exercise intended to build the capacity of the Albatanian Rapid Reaction Force and their Kamooko Pact supporters to respond to any attack on the country.

The exercise, comprising of nearly two hundred armoured vehicles and four thousand RRF, KP, and local police personnel, will take place in the woods of Greater Albatan and urban areas of Albatopolis near the Albatan-Northern Albatan border. The exercise will include a live fire section against static targets, as well as a dynamic scenario section using laser tagging systems. The latter is projected to be supported by two hundred actors to replicate Albatanian citizens in the war zone, while simulated invading forces are to be played by members of the Royal Rifles of Calendôr, flown in from Kamooko for this occasion.

Some confusion out of Albatan today as reporters invited to cover the first major combat experience of Exercise: GREEN WEST found themselves alone in the forest, without an Albatanian or KP soldier in sight. The reporters had been told that RRF and KP forces would be simulating an emergency deployment by driving from Mountain Hill to that location in the Greater Albatanian wilderness, before conducting live fire exercises in the area. However, and while sources at Mountain Hill covered the troops leaving, no forces arrived at the stated time and no public relations officials were around to explain what was going on.

After several hours of trying to get in touch with someone, a Kamooko Defence Command official did finally arrive to speak with reporters. Apparently, several RRF Armoto armoured vehicles had experienced complications on the narrow forest paths, and the KP did not have the capability at that time to get them running again or clear them from the paths.

The continuation of Exercise: GREEN WEST is to be postponed twenty four hours.

[Sevevill]

The Imperial Congress

Congressman Sir Archer Mikinley. Speaking infront of the congress
For years other nations in the empire have seen us as bad, ruthless people with no sense or morals or empathy within these walls. And most importantly within the borders of our expanding nation. In the words of our great president and king. "While the world is one of chaos and rebuilding there need still be a solid foot in the door to lend hand to those in need.

And while it should very well be known Sevevill is not one to standing down to the greediness of others we shal always be prepared to lend help to our brothers and sisters on the battle fields from either side of whatever war even when not involved" President Joseph Henry said this in 2030 after his re-election into office. After the tragic mass murdur by Sevillian soldiers in Anavokia ordered by the president before him. That proved to shine bad light on our operational tactics and inefficiencies. But we have made light in our ability to fix out tactics but the negative press from these constant destruction of crops in the USCO. I move that we stop the gassing of plants and forests...
The someone talkative audience went quiet. Then a General. General Markus Conley who was currently in command of the upcoming land invasion stood interupting.
If you do not mind my asking. How would you propose we get our soldiers into a large nation without the lost on hundreds of thousands of men? It would be suicide if the people were well fed and at their full strength. He asked somewhat agast at the criticism of his tactics.

With all due respect General. That was where I was getting too. If we peacefully remove our ships from the blockade and leave the nation alone. Ending a war that has yet to begin. And before anyone accuses me of sympathizing with our enemy. I do. Not with their corrupt government but with the people of the nation. For I find they did not know of the wrongdoings of their government nor do they want or need to deal with the imperial forces moving in on them. My motion is that we bargain with the current armies moving in on the USCO to defend them that if and only if the government is dethroned and restructured will the Imperial forces back down. Every single ship removed from around their borders.

The audience stood up in anger. Mostly high ranking military officials and that of the right party. But those that were left agreed. The vote was passed for a attempted patition with the members of the Altos and Straits Government.

[Allanea]

Official Statement from the Free Kingdom Ministry of Allanea

The Free Kingdom Government acknowledges the step made by the government of Sevevill to stop dropping chemical weaponry on the shores of the UCSO. However, we would like to point out some difficulties with the Sevevillean peace plan.

1) While it's of course very courageous and noble-minded of the Sevevilleans to stop dropping defoliants, we would like to point out that in vast areas of the Oceanian City-States the damage is already done. This is a peaceful act in the way in which shooting a shopkeeper, and then abstaining from shooting the man a second time is peaceful – even as he lies bleeding on the floor.

2) The government of Seveville provided no proof that the government of the UCSO is corrupt, nor that it is behind the acts of terrorism on Seveville.

3) The government of Seveville is obviously now trying to get to the negotiations table when it is clear its regionmates and neighbors won't stand for its plan of mass-murder. Again we remind the world community that there are vast shortages of food on the islands, which are increasing daily. As long as the Seveville Navy is continuing to starve the islands, as long as the blockade is ongoing, we believe any peace negotiations are futile.

4) We therefore hope that members of the Markion community agree with us that Seveville must immediately open the oceans to civilian food shipping, before any negotiations on the diplomatic issues at hand commence. Even if the people of Seveville are afraid to let in ships (for fear, for example, that they might bring in weapons), we can organize a solution where food is shipped in by Sevevillean shipping or by shipping that will have Sevevillean officers aboard each ship. (The latter is the best solution, and will resolve any objections on either side).

That is all.
May the Gods continue to Bless Allanea.

[The Green Union]

Kamooko Pact forces on September Island have sounded an alarm to the world that the fledgling country is in great danger. Mere hours ago, harbour authorities at a coastal town reported the sighting of a surface combatant within only a few kilometres of the shore.

The sighting was confirmed by local KP workers in the area, stationed to assist with a municipal reconstruction project, who provided photographic evidence, reportedly taken from the town pier.

The KP image presented, allegedly showing a warship aggressively close to September Island

At present, the primarily civilian KP mission on the island has not made any claims about what flag they believe this ship was sailing under, though they have requested additional support from Kamooko to ensure their safety.

September Island is a major strategic target in the Oceanic theatre, being close enough to UCSO to threaten the island should even short range fighter aircraft be stationed there. The provisional government of SI requested the Kamooko Pact to guarantee their independence after the outbreak of the Second Oceanian-Sevevillian War, though at present only a small cadre of unarmed KP workers is stationed there. Critics have argued that not enough is being done to stop Sevevill seizing the island as a jumping off point to attack Oceania, or Oceania preemptively attacking to stop the island falling to Sevevill.

[The Green Union]

Some confusion out of Albatan today as reporters invited to cover the first major combat experience of Exercise: GREEN WEST found themselves alone in the forest, without an Albatanian or KP soldier in sight. The reporters had been told that RRF and KP forces would be simulating an emergency deployment by driving from Mountain Hill to that location in the Greater Albatanian wilderness, before conducting live fire exercises in the area. However, and while sources at Mountain Hill covered the troops leaving, no forces arrived at the stated time and no public relations officials were around to explain what was going on.

After several hours of trying to get in touch with someone, a Kamooko Defence Command official did finally arrive to speak with reporters. Apparently, several RRF Armoto armoured vehicles had experienced complications on the narrow forest paths, and the KP did not have the capability at that time to get them running again or clear them from the paths.

The continuation of Exercise: GREEN WEST is to be postponed twenty four hours.

After being set back one day, the Kamooko Pact’s Exercise: GREEN WEST kicked off today in earnest with the training force of RRF and KP troops now successfully making the maneuver from Mountain Hill to their live fire range in the Greater Albatan woodlands. There they conducted combat training simulating what they would do in the event of a military crisis, including digging trenches, establishing and camouflaging bivouacs, and ambushing a series of static and remotely operated targets. A great deal of the activity was on and around the Albatopolis river, a major North-South waterway running from the Albatanian heartland, through the capital of Albatopolis, and past the Northern Albatanian border. Here the soldiers dug into positions along the banks and engaged a number of plywood, remotely operated gunboats being sailed south.

Kamooko Pact and Rapid Reaction Force officials have commented on the extreme importance of bushcraft skills for any soldiers intending to operate in Albatan. With the main means of transportation between Albatanian cities being the elevated monorail, the small island’s defence doctrine has long relied on putting these exposed bridges out of action and forcing an invader to move via the narrow, winding, often unpaved forest roads. Exercise: GREEN WEST is largely about ensuring the competence of Albatanian and international forces in operating under such conditions.

RRF troops on maneuver in Greater Albatan, making use of Parks Service j

Despite the exercise barely having begun, officials are already commenting on the invaluable work done by the Albatanian Parks Service in support of military forces. The APS already has guided regular forces to obscure locations, provided maneuver and logistical support with their dedicated offroad vehicles, and displayed a superior grasp of bushcraft in helping regular forces to establish their bivouacs and fighting positions.

Many reporters observing the exercise have similarly praised the APS for its professionalism and competence in operating through the rough terrain, but alleged that this is in contrast to the regular RRF. The front line Albatanian troops, many have said, are largely [in]competent at operating in their own woodlands. An article by AMPE News, which as an organization has grown more critical of the Albatanian government after the Great Loss, pulled no punches, in one snippet saying:

Our military policemen are lazy kids who hate early mornings, can’t stand little mosquitoes, and find any excuse to avoid manual labor. When they’re standing next to our allies, you have to wonder if it isn’t time to dissolve the RRF altogether, and hand control of our defenses to the Kamooko Pact.

[Republic of Altos and Stratis]

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To: Kamooko Pact Strategic Communications Office
From: Victoria Frost, Defence Minister, Ministry of Defense, The Republic of Altos and Stratis
Subject: September Island

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To whom it may concern,

After much deliberation and with a heavy heart I have given the order for the Leipförde Rifles (Airborne) and the Mariroux Fusiliers (Airborne) to be airlifted to September Island. Upon landing they will assume defensive positions. We are not here as conquerors, and as such KP and local forces will not be disarmed or their missions interfered with. However, if they attempt to interfere in any way they will be disarmed and interned. Our only mission is the defense of September Island, if it falls it will threaten the UCSO homeland.
While this is going on, we will attempt to negotiate a guarantee of independence and neutrality for September Island among the four parties. If a deal is reached, we will begin withdrawing immediately.

I can see why they say the road to hell is paved with good intentions.

Sincerely yet with sorrow,

Victoria Frost
Defence Minister
The Republic of Altos and Stratis

[Republic of Altos and Stratis]

Over the September Strait
Lt. Gen. Arthur Stone looked around at the other soldiers in his helicopter, for the last few weeks everyone had been restricted to one meal a day. And it showed, morale was pretty low. But in preparation for the mission high command had authorized full rations. And for once everyone stomachs were full. He moved toward the front of the helicopter, ahead he could see their gunship escorts. In the distance, he could see the outline of September island slowly growing larger. “God help us” he said quietly.

[Allanea]

On Altos and Stratis

Here, the Allaneans continued their hard work, even though they seemed disinterested in the events on the other side of the sea, at September Island. More aircraft continued to arrive – an AWACS aircraft with its characteristic dorsal dish flew in under its own power, and two dozen Warhawk bombers were brought in, carried in the cargo holds of transport aircraft. Finally, several simple drones were brought in and assembled, and soon took to the skies, helping patrol the Eastern coasts of Altos and Stratis.

* * *

While the situation around September Island heated up, the Allaneans began broadcasting, by satellite, messages to the Oceanian command, consisting of footage and radar readings from their satellites. In the East, it showed a flurry of military activity around September Island. West of the Oceania… almost nothing, except of course for the Sevevillean patrols.