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by Polish Prussian Commonwealth » Tue Jan 07, 2020 4:42 am
by Greater Bastion » Wed Jan 08, 2020 9:14 am
by Gagium » Wed Jan 08, 2020 11:34 am
by The COT Corporation » Wed Jan 08, 2020 11:36 am
by The COT Corporation » Wed Jan 08, 2020 1:02 pm
by Gladesville » Wed Jan 08, 2020 5:06 pm
Gagium wrote:Gladesville wrote:A Stroll and Chat Down Royalty Blvd.Time: 09:05
Date: 1/4/20
Location: Vincaract Bay
People: King Arsène Rodier and Vindalbal II
"I appreciate your appreciation of the decorations, our government officials spent all day decorating the parts of the city I wanted to show you, including the House of Duchies, Vincaract Bay Museum, Carchter I City Park, and of course, my family's palace. Now onto the base in Gladesvillagen Inglaterra, I'm perfectly onboard with this. As someone who often studies history in my free-time, I'm well aware of New Inglaterra's vast expansions off their continent within about, the last decade. I've even got some lands that are populated mostly by Inglaterrans, and the blood of nationalism would be tickled pink if an invasion and capitulation of that land was to occur, and also if my blood of nationalism started to boil, it would be a nuclear war."
Vindalbal II continued walking down the street, before pointing at a building and saying, "That's my favorite coffee shop. The staff aren't even government officials, but a mom and pop shop.".Vincaract Bay, Gladesville
"Are the staff usually government officials in these types of businesses? It is good to hear of your defiance to New Inglaterra's recent attempts at violently expanding their influence through blockades and arresting political opponents in their homeland...Nuclear war? I wasn't aware that Gladesville possessed nuclear weapons, or the like..Though, I have come here with a certain..proposal, regarding our militaries. I seek to expand on this further at the negotiating table, though I will hint at this..Our armed forces has some unused surface to air missiles that could form a shield almost over Gladesville. Figuratively, of course, and yet..Give it some thought, friend."
Coffee Shop's and Iron Domes
Time: 09:08
Date: 1/4/20
Location: Vincaract Bay
People: King Arsène Rodier and Vindalbal II
by San Carlos Islands » Wed Jan 08, 2020 5:08 pm
by Polish Prussian Commonwealth » Thu Jan 09, 2020 8:18 am
The COT Corporation wrote:(Image) (I haven't included all divisions within the armed forces, but the details don't matter to much. Im rushed for time.)
The First Ground Corps are mobilised.
As the Nation prepares for war, the Military Alliance With Costa Rica2 comes into effect. The First ground Corps are granted access through Costa Rica2 and move through it accordingly, to the border with The Polish Prussian Commonwealth. There they stay, ready to attack. As soon as the Commonwealth makes one false move, they will attack mercilessly. Their target? The southern military district. The First Ground Corps infantry division contain 2 subdivisions, A and B. Of course, they are armed well, the A division having T-15 Automatic Rifles, and the B Division having T-10 normal rifles. Every soldier is armed with a grenade, just in case.
The Secondary air division is also ready for attack. However, they are currently stationed at Gadiume air station.
by The COT Corporation » Thu Jan 09, 2020 9:07 am
Gladesville wrote:Gagium wrote:Vincaract Bay, Gladesville
"Are the staff usually government officials in these types of businesses? It is good to hear of your defiance to New Inglaterra's recent attempts at violently expanding their influence through blockades and arresting political opponents in their homeland...Nuclear war? I wasn't aware that Gladesville possessed nuclear weapons, or the like..Though, I have come here with a certain..proposal, regarding our militaries. I seek to expand on this further at the negotiating table, though I will hint at this..Our armed forces has some unused surface to air missiles that could form a shield almost over Gladesville. Figuratively, of course, and yet..Give it some thought, friend."Coffee Shop's and Iron DomesTime: 09:08
Date: 1/4/20
Location: Vincaract Bay
People: King Arsène Rodier and Vindalbal II
"Nah! The people who work in that shop are just some veterans from the Monarchist Civil War, they were at the Battle of the TG-15 Slazy's. As of our nuclear program, the reason that you haven't heard of it before is that The House of Duchies unanimously voted to keep it a secret. The intent was that we could easily surprise any would-be enemies with some mushrooms where the capital would be. Now about those SAM missiles, what price do you want to sell it for? My demesne's got a strong economy that afford a load of those, if you want."
"I actually have a proposal for you and your homeland, how about we form an alliance, that can serve as both an economic and militaristic group? If yes, we can decide on the name when we get to the summit. This pact can only benefit the both of us, considering that it can help our economies, and makes us a lot more of a power on the Global stage. Trust me, it will deter New Inglaterra from taking lands that are populated by mostly Inglaterrans, it can help put Prussia-Poland back in it's place, and most of all, you gain me as an ally."
by Greater Bastion » Thu Jan 09, 2020 9:27 am
by The COT Corporation » Thu Jan 09, 2020 10:02 am
by Polish Prussian Commonwealth » Thu Jan 09, 2020 10:59 am
The COT Corporation wrote:The PPC Border
A strange girl walked towards one of the solitary tanks on the border. She repeatedly asked "Do yue know the way back to ochjno", to which the soldiers, trained to be entirely discreet, did not respond. However, the Secretary of Defense was making a visit to the border, to check up on the attack force.
He saw the girl out of the corner of his eye, and asked one of the commanders who on earth she was. "I don't know, Sir. She could be a spy." "Well, send her back over the border! Make sure to escort them with a tank, though. If she tries anything funny, take her hostage."
The Commander nodded. The escort was prepared within the hour, and they set off through the mist. As they were only a mile or two from the border, they arrived in good time. When they arrived at the border, the Commander pointed northwards, and said "Ochwatsit is that way. Just walk along now."
Now that she was gone, the tank rolled back. However, as they retreated, a stream of bullets swivelled through the air, harmlessly twanging off the thick armour. Then, the body of the child was flung through the cloud. A grim spectacle, to be sure. The tank fired a shot in the direction of the bullets, and they stopped. The Commander had no idea what to do. He was about to drive back, until one of his privates stopped him. The private, named Rhys Nodanor, suggested saving the girl's body. "But, what if the bullets start again! You'd be dead!" uttered the Commander.
"Please sir! We have to! In the name of the Corporation! We could save her body, as a sign of peace. We have nothing against the civilians of the Poles! If we saved her body, we could possibly lower the general hatred of the nation!"
"Fine then. But how do you propose we do this?"
"You'll see..." said the private, grimly.
He opened the hatch, and jumped out. He sprinted through the mist, and grabbed the girl's body, and held her in a fireman's lift. As he was running back to the tank, another stream of bullets came whizzing from somewhere in the mist. They struck through Rhys' leg, and he collapsed, leaking blood. Acting on instinct, the Commander jumped out of the hatch and lugged the two bodies back to the tank before any more bullets could appear.
They all got home safely, to much applaud and honour. The Secretary of Defence nominated Rhys to be his successor, and hence offered him a position on the Board of Directors.
"But why would you make me replace you!?" asked Rhys.
"Well... I've never really done anything, well... heroic. Sure, I proposed a few military bills. So what! You did something far more noble than I ever could. Plus, I'll still be on the Board."
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Saledale Mausoleum
It was a sad day. It was the funeral day of the strange girl that some soldiers had met on the border with PPC, and she had been given a place in the Grand Mausoleum. The Soldier responsible for recovering her body, newly a member of the Board of directors, presented the first rose of the ceremony. This day would go down in COTCorpion history, and so would the girl.
However, the attackers from the mist were not known, and not thought to be Polish soldiers. The mystery still remains.
by The COT Corporation » Thu Jan 09, 2020 11:02 am
Greater Bastion wrote:Set Sail for War
The Ninth of January, at 1100 Hours
The 1st GBNF (Greater Bastion Naval Force) heads out to the coast of COT.
The force consists of 2 carriers, 30 destroyers, 20 frigates, and 20 minelaying craft. Accompanied with the carriers are 160 multirole aircraft, capable of air and ground aerial combat with elite efficiency due to Bastonian reliance on winning the air war and their massive military budget.
Alongside the navy is an undetermined amount of submarines, the purpose of which is to sink enemy trade if a state of war is declared, which would be aided by the minelaying craft which started laying down mines in the ocean near COT.
If contacted, the Bastonian fleet command will redirect communications to Prussia-Poland for comment. It seems the Bastonian fleet has chosen to take up preparations for a blockade, in the case that their friends in Prussia-Poland wish for war.
Now, of course, the blockade was planned many days prior. The Bastonian navy, not needed now that the blockade against the HRI was resolved, went almost straight back out for their new task, so arrived today and now await P-P to initiate protocols.
God speed, COT. Too bad the Bastonians don't believe in god.
Well, the Bastonian fleet command wasn't entirely radio silent with COT. The fleet commander called for talks with the leader of COT on the GBS Willzhelm, the flagship of the Bastion navy and the command ship of the 1st GBNF.
If the talks don't commence? Drastic measures.
by Greater Bastion » Thu Jan 09, 2020 11:30 am
The COT Corporation wrote:The radio receiver picks up.
"Hello. The person you are trying to contact can't call right now. Please leave a message."
Of course, this was intentional. The Supreme Leader didn't plan on talking to the Fleet Commander anyway. He had alliances to from.
by Polish Prussian Commonwealth » Thu Jan 09, 2020 11:38 am
Greater Bastion wrote:The COT Corporation wrote:The radio receiver picks up.
"Hello. The person you are trying to contact can't call right now. Please leave a message."
Of course, this was intentional. The Supreme Leader didn't plan on talking to the Fleet Commander anyway. He had alliances to from.
The Fleet Commander speaks one final time.
"Listen, you bunches of foreign savages. You're itching for war and I'll gladly give it to you, but the Premier wants peace, believe it or not. Give me an audience with your degrading, disgusting child of a leader or else war will come. And it will come swift and unrelenting, and your nation will be annihilated with no second thought. I have the power within my fingertips to declare war, as bestowed upon me by my glorious Premier, and I am really, really angry right now. I will give you one more chance or else war is coming, and this isn't the entire Bastonian navy. We have another 2 carriers waiting at home and hundreds of thousands of the best soldiers on this goddamn planet, equipped with practically post-modern equipment and combat armor. Rethink your actions, or I will for you."
He cuts the transmission and waits.
BEGIN
SG2 SOUTHERN FLEET
BURG-CLASS SUBMARINE SMU KRAKOW TO BASTIONIAN BATTLEGROUP
GOOD DAY STOP HOW ARE YOU DOING STOP FEEL FREE TO COME OVER FOR A BEER IF YOU WANT STOP END
by Greater Bastion » Thu Jan 09, 2020 11:41 am
Polish Prussian Commonwealth wrote:Greater Bastion wrote:The Fleet Commander speaks one final time.
"Listen, you bunches of foreign savages. You're itching for war and I'll gladly give it to you, but the Premier wants peace, believe it or not. Give me an audience with your degrading, disgusting child of a leader or else war will come. And it will come swift and unrelenting, and your nation will be annihilated with no second thought. I have the power within my fingertips to declare war, as bestowed upon me by my glorious Premier, and I am really, really angry right now. I will give you one more chance or else war is coming, and this isn't the entire Bastonian navy. We have another 2 carriers waiting at home and hundreds of thousands of the best soldiers on this goddamn planet, equipped with practically post-modern equipment and combat armor. Rethink your actions, or I will for you."
He cuts the transmission and waits.
On a lighter note, apparently the Prussian-Poles had noticed their arrival.
A submarine assigned to the Jagdwiga's battlegroup surfaced a good distance away from the Bastionian group, and began transmitting a message.BEGIN
SG2 SOUTHERN FLEET
BURG-CLASS SUBMARINE SMU KRAKOW TO BASTIONIAN BATTLEGROUP
GOOD DAY STOP HOW ARE YOU DOING STOP FEEL FREE TO COME OVER FOR A BEER IF YOU WANT STOP END
"We hear you, sir. We are doing well, and in fact, I'd love a drink if possible. Able to bring over a few shipmates, over?"
by The COT Corporation » Thu Jan 09, 2020 11:42 am
Greater Bastion wrote:The COT Corporation wrote:The radio receiver picks up.
"Hello. The person you are trying to contact can't call right now. Please leave a message."
Of course, this was intentional. The Supreme Leader didn't plan on talking to the Fleet Commander anyway. He had alliances to from.
The Fleet Commander speaks one final time.
"Listen, you bunches of foreign savages. You're itching for war and I'll gladly give it to you, but the Premier wants peace, believe it or not. Give me an audience with your degrading, disgusting child of a leader or else war will come. And it will come swift and unrelenting, and your nation will be annihilated with no second thought. I have the power within my fingertips to declare war, as bestowed upon me by my glorious Premier, and I am really, really angry right now. I will give you one more chance or else war is coming, and this isn't the entire Bastonian navy. We have another 2 carriers waiting at home and hundreds of thousands of the best soldiers on this goddamn planet, equipped with practically post-modern equipment and combat armor. Rethink your actions, or I will for you."
He cuts the transmission and waits.
by Polish Prussian Commonwealth » Thu Jan 09, 2020 11:49 am
Greater Bastion wrote:BEGIN
SG2 SOUTHERN FLEET
BURG-CLASS SUBMARINE SMU KRAKOW TO BASTIONIAN BATTLEGROUP
GOOD DAY STOP HOW ARE YOU DOING STOP FEEL FREE TO COME OVER FOR A BEER IF YOU WANT STOP END
Hearing this, the Fleet Commander transmits back:"We hear you, sir. We are doing well, and in fact, I'd love a drink if possible. Able to bring over a few shipmates, over?"
ABLE TO STOP SEE YOU SOON STOP END
by The COT Corporation » Thu Jan 09, 2020 11:58 am
Polish Prussian Commonwealth wrote:The COT Corporation wrote:The PPC Border
A strange girl walked towards one of the solitary tanks on the border. She repeatedly asked "Do yue know the way back to ochjno", to which the soldiers, trained to be entirely discreet, did not respond. However, the Secretary of Defense was making a visit to the border, to check up on the attack force.
He saw the girl out of the corner of his eye, and asked one of the commanders who on earth she was. "I don't know, Sir. She could be a spy." "Well, send her back over the border! Make sure to escort them with a tank, though. If she tries anything funny, take her hostage."
The Commander nodded. The escort was prepared within the hour, and they set off through the mist. As they were only a mile or two from the border, they arrived in good time. When they arrived at the border, the Commander pointed northwards, and said "Ochwatsit is that way. Just walk along now."
Now that she was gone, the tank rolled back. However, as they retreated, a stream of bullets swivelled through the air, harmlessly twanging off the thick armour. Then, the body of the child was flung through the cloud. A grim spectacle, to be sure. The tank fired a shot in the direction of the bullets, and they stopped. The Commander had no idea what to do. He was about to drive back, until one of his privates stopped him. The private, named Rhys Nodanor, suggested saving the girl's body. "But, what if the bullets start again! You'd be dead!" uttered the Commander.
"Please sir! We have to! In the name of the Corporation! We could save her body, as a sign of peace. We have nothing against the civilians of the Poles! If we saved her body, we could possibly lower the general hatred of the nation!"
"Fine then. But how do you propose we do this?"
"You'll see..." said the private, grimly.
He opened the hatch, and jumped out. He sprinted through the mist, and grabbed the girl's body, and held her in a fireman's lift. As he was running back to the tank, another stream of bullets came whizzing from somewhere in the mist. They struck through Rhys' leg, and he collapsed, leaking blood. Acting on instinct, the Commander jumped out of the hatch and lugged the two bodies back to the tank before any more bullets could appear.
They all got home safely, to much applaud and honour. The Secretary of Defence nominated Rhys to be his successor, and hence offered him a position on the Board of Directors.
"But why would you make me replace you!?" asked Rhys.
"Well... I've never really done anything, well... heroic. Sure, I proposed a few military bills. So what! You did something far more noble than I ever could. Plus, I'll still be on the Board."
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Saledale Mausoleum
It was a sad day. It was the funeral day of the strange girl that some soldiers had met on the border with PPC, and she had been given a place in the Grand Mausoleum. The Soldier responsible for recovering her body, newly a member of the Board of directors, presented the first rose of the ceremony. This day would go down in COTCorpion history, and so would the girl.
However, the attackers from the mist were not known, and not thought to be Polish soldiers. The mystery still remains.
The Border
There was just one little issue.
Around the same time that the girl was shot, a young girl had gone missing from the little border town of Ochjno. The girl in question-Maria Nowak-had matched that of the one being buried perfectly-blonde hair, brown eyes, 4', and avid hiker.
The police were scratching their heads and passed a request for help to the nearest military unit-the 1st Motorized Brigade Combat Team, assigned to the 4th Division of the VII Corps.
15 minutes after the Ochjno Incident
As the soldiers loaded the girl's body, they would notice a single Stryker Armored Personnel Carrier driving along the Prussian-Polish side of the border. Beside it, several troops walked along, rifles slung across their backs.
One noticed the COT patrol and began approaching them, hands up in order to show that he was friendly.
"Have you seen-"
He then noticed the dead girl, and his eyes widened.
He flipped his rifle around, and flicked off the safety.
"THE HELL DID YOU DO TO HER?!" he roared.
That attracted the attention of his squadmates, who immediately assumed that they were under attack and went prone, bringing their rifles to bear, while the Stryker's 30mm autocannon swiveled around.
This was it. One wrong move, one twitch of a trigger finger, and war would begin.
by Spades Atlantic » Thu Jan 09, 2020 11:58 am
by Polish Prussian Commonwealth » Thu Jan 09, 2020 12:02 pm
The COT Corporation wrote:snip
by Gladesville » Thu Jan 09, 2020 6:45 pm
A Fishing Incident
Time: 14:56
Date: 1/9/20
Location: The Vincaract Strait
People: Fishing Boat, Pirates
by Gagium » Thu Jan 09, 2020 7:23 pm
by Polish Prussian Commonwealth » Thu Jan 09, 2020 7:27 pm
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