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Famine and Civil War in Ultramarine (MT IC)

A staging-point for declarations of war and other major diplomatic events. [In character]

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Postby Crockerland » Fri Jan 04, 2019 3:33 pm

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Marineian village, Ultramarine

"Think we got 'em?" the first pilot asked.
"Don't know." The second pilot's reply was matter-of-fact.

The village was partially on fire, houses had collapsed and bodies & rubble lay strewn through the streets along with burning trucks and supplies. Corporal Welch, the radio operator now thrust into a primary leadership role with the MIA status of his superior, sat between a barely-conscious villager whose arm had been amputated to his right and a Marineian woman cradling a crying child to his left, waiting with baited breath and hoping the terrorist barrage had been ended. When the white plume of smoke from a rocket passed over the village, he knew it hadn't.

"We got rockets!" One pilot said
"Stick close, deploying flares," the second replied, before a bright cluster of countermeasure flares burst out from behind the plane, being obliterated a few seconds later by the missile, but protecting the planes in the process. The pilots flew low and swerved off to behind the protection of the Ultran Highland's naturally mountainous terrain, to get out of the line-of-sight of the rocketeers. The planes stayed low for a few minutes while they flew far enough to get away from the danger.

"Corporal Welch," General Thandi's voice came through the radio "The planes are going to get out of the area before climbing to their service ceiling of 40,000 feet, where they'll be well above the effective range of most Man-Portable Air-Defense Systems. Until then, get your defenses up, and kill those rocket bastards if you can."
"Roger that sir," Welch replied, yelling a few orders to his soldiers, through the radio and in person, while making his way to a taller two-story house. Welch kicked the door in and marched his way up the rickety, old, and roughly-cut wooden stairs and to the second floor, though even inside the house he could not escape the permeating smell of burning wood, rubber, and fuel.

After getting out onto the balcony, Welch raised his Galil and looked through the scope towards the hills to the east, when he heard the distinct sound of gunfire; Welch turned his head and saw an IFV in the distance just in time for a bullet from infantry only a house away to smash through his gun, and a second hit his helmet, and he stumbled back and fell down as a third grazed his left shoulder. Welch rolled onto his side and dragged himself into the building as he could hear more shots just barely missing behind him. The corporal grabbed his radio, "Attention, attention, we've-" an explosion caved in part of the wall and Welch felt a horrific pain as a piece of shrapnel tore through his left eye and blinded him, but he pressed through the pain as he stumbled back down the stairs, continuing his message "We've got enemies inbound from the east side!"

Corporal Welch reemerged from the house and headed to his right down an alleyway, hoping to evade the incoming column of soldiers and BMPs arriving from the left; In the corporal's path, however, was a young man, an ultran, wielding a rifle and a baldric of grenades; The young man's eyes went wide upon seeing his opponent, he hesitated, but the corporal did not. Welch raised his .375 pistol and with a crisp bang! and a spurt of blood, sent his would-be attacker to the ground with a direct hit to the neck. The corporal walked swiftly up to the fallen terrorist and pressed down on one of his grenades, pulling the pin out with him and jogging to the end of the alleyway, ducking behind a building just as the approaching infantry opened fire towards him.

As the sound of the grenades exploding and halting his pursuers rang out, the corporal continued taking in reports from his fellow soldiers and handing out orders by radio as picked up a ring of keys along with the identification tags from a fallen driver. Welch climbed into one of the still standing Hino trucks, its trailer still full of supplies for the needy, put the keys in the ignition, and turned. The old truck roared to life with it's quad headlights illuminating through the smoke from a nearby burning building, and it's powerful engine rumbled the cabin. The truck lurched forward under the weight of the corporal's foot on the accelerator and shook violently as it negotiated through a mortar pothole.

Gunfire rang out as the truck passed the central street, though the Hino's driver was protected by a pane of ballistic glass. Welch pulled the truck up in such a way as to let the trailer and shipping container serve as a blockade to the incoming terrorist forces, putting on the parking gear, parking brake, removing the keys, and locking all the doors to make sure it'd be as hard as possible to break into the truck, the corporal disembarked and jogged further west towards where a rendezvous point where he'd ordered his troops to bring the villagers for evacuation, before being picked up by a Mahindra jeep driven by a fellow soldier and overcrowded with panicked villagers.

The rendezvous point consisted now of a few trucks loaded with people, a large percentage of their supplies tossed out onto the ground to make room, then doused in whale oil and lit aflame to prevent them falling into the hands of the terrorist forces. Some other vehicles huddled around the trucks in a protective circle to provide cover for the soldiers, many of whom were alarmed, weary, and some even wounded yet still prepared to fight for their lives. The gunshots, screams, explosions, and other sounds of the ultran supremacists massacring villagers and soldiers unable to scramble to safety rang out from every direction as the rising smoke began to suffocate the village. With no stragglers still reporting in when called via radio, it was assumed anyone not with the convoy was already dead. The trucks pushed west, only able to hope it was free of terrorists, and the battered roads littered with burning wreckage and at least one purposefully parked semi would keep the attacking army at bay long enough for them to escape, or at least elude the murderous attackers long enough for the planes to return and cover them.

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The Terminal Yard, northern Ultramarine

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A large triple warehouse facility used to store all the excess supplies so as not to overcrowd the airbase had come to be known to the soldiers simply as "the Terminal Yard"; It was here that the forces of Pilip Akoak retreated following their exodus from the Ultran town, joined by a growing number of other convoys, all of which had been ordered to retreat when the attacks began. While the roving motorcades were protected by infantrymen armed with, at most, grenade launchers and machineguns, the Terminal Yard was a stronghold prepared to defend them far more adequately.

The first thing that sergeant Akoak took note of was the walls: The outer layer of chain-linked fence topped with razor wire wasn't too unusual for a storage facility, but the new occupants had pushed shipping containers right up next to the fence to block vehicular attack, along with piling up sandbags and installing sniper nests and machinegun dens in some areas. Pilip knew these weren't just any snipers either, he'd helped load their guns onto the helicopters for delivery, they used heavy-duty Denel NTW anti-material rifles, capable of producing anywhere from 28,000 to 40,000 joules of force, depending on the type of ammunition used (for comparison, a common 30.06 hunting rifle can put out about 4,000 joules, while a .44 magnum revolver can produce around half that).

Akoak stopped the truck at a roadblock around 200 feet from the entrance to the compound so soldiers could search the truck for stowaways or explosives, and about that time took note of a second prominent defense: A large Challenger 2 tank seated right at the front gate, along with plenty of temporary fortifications and soldiers. Once the inspection was complete, vehicles were ordered either directly to the repair garage, to the field hospital, or to the loading area to unload their supplies, Akoak was directed to the ladder.

Once cleared for entry, the main gate gave the sergeant no trouble, and he navigated his way past stacked containers, parked trucks, and unhooked trailers, as well as a grounded attack helicopter, parking in front of waiting personnel who quickly sprung into action unloading the truck, having an especially busy day ahead. He passed a Counter-RAM system, perhaps the most important defensive piece, as he made his way inside the repair garage. Pilip passed several of his soldiers, along with a damaged humvee, the first vehicle up for repairs, as he walked to the door leading inside. Some of the troops acted like nothing had happened and were happy to meet up with their buddies from other squadrons, some were in solemn contemplation, and a few were clearly deeply shaken by the attack, though the sergeant was only observing the troops who had been lucky enough not to need to visit the field hospital.

Akoak removed his cover (a khaki-colored felt slouch hat) as he stepped inside the walls of the warehouse. The sergeant's eyes took a moment to adjust to the industrial, artificial lighting, but he soon welcomed the comparatively warm, quiet, and comfortable interior for it's contrast to the loud, bustling cold of the yard. The embattled soldier came to grips with the fact that he'd narrowly avoided death as he sat down on one of the couches that, much to the pleasure of the soldiers, had been there when they arrived. Akoak enjoyed his reprieve of relaxation while he could, soon enough the general would no doubt want to speak with him about the attack.
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Postby Ultramarine » Sat Jan 05, 2019 5:58 am

Marineian Village, Northern Ultramarine

As the troops fled some soldiers went to try and get past the parked truck, but found their way blocked by it. Instead they turned their anger on the few villagers still remaining. They began to drag people from homes and out of basements where the hid and dragged them out into the street where they placed them in a long line down the main street. "Mayor? Police Chief?" One man asked as he walked down the line. He continued to repeat the question but when no-one stepped forward he grabbed an elderly woman and dragged her to the centre of the line. The crowd began to scream and beg as he pulled his pistol out, "Mayor? Police Chief? I need you here or this old pile of crap dies!" Eventually two men stepped forward. The man smiled as they came close and then pulled the trigger on the pistol the bullet shattering the old womans head open. "On your knees." The man says and soon his pistol roars again as he kills the two men. "Clear the village." He orders to one of his other soldiers and soon the roar of machine gun fire and screams fill the air as the populace of the village are 'cleansed' and either shot or removed from the village which is then set on fire.

Somewhere in Ultramarine

The three rebel fighters looked at the soldiers in their midst and smiled, "You're here to help?" One of them asked and when he recieved a positive answer he nodded. "Our camp is about a mile this way, come on we'll take you to Commander Nero." With that the rebels turned and led the way through the brush and forest towards where they had their camp.

Upon arrival the rebel soldiers showed their new friends to Commander Nero's tent. It was the largest tent of the camp and was protected by two very burly looking fellows. The two men stared down at the foreigners before one went inside. He was gone several minutes before returning and stating, "The commander will see you."

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Postby Allanea » Sat Jan 05, 2019 11:00 pm

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The Free Kingdom Ministry of Foreign Affairs must now caution all those involved in the present crisis in Ultramarine that the so-called Ultran Liberation Force has, according to satellite intelligence available to us, elected to engage in a policy of genocide towards ethnic Marineans residing in Northern Ultramarine. Satellite intelligence confirms the existence of multiple mass-grave sites that cannot fully be explained by the famine, and reports on the ground inform us of ULF fighters wiping out entire villages as they proceed to the South.

In light of this reality, we have decided to share satellite data with all those parties fighting the ULF, specifically the legitimate government of Ultramarine, the government of Crockerland and Arcadia, as well as that of Massena.

Moreover, we wish to inform the government of Ultramarine that we would like to offer it a shipment of weapons appropriate for use from its aircraft, specifically KAB-500SE satellite-guided bombs, FAB-500 unguided HE bombs, and a variety of anti-tank guided munitions for use from aircraft. This will arrive by aircraft as needed, and by ship within 3 weeks.

We also note that we will soon begin operating a small amount of aircraft from bases in Arcadia (no more than 10) to improve our support of the government of Ultramarine and His Imperial Majesty Roboute Guilleman.
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Postby Ultramarine » Sun Jan 06, 2019 8:47 am

Ygnay Province

"Sir the ceasefire?" The young YDB fighter looked up at his commander who grinned with a malicious look at the Ultramarine Army column moving down the road. The column wasn't meant to be there and niether where the YDB fighters they had been recalled to Ygnay but then word of troop movements taking place by the Ultramarine Army had made them push out once again. "The ceasefire seems to not apply to these soldiers don't you think?" The commander retorted to the young rebel. His grin grew larger as he saw the folly of the Ultramarine Security Forces (USF) that he had expected. There was a fuel truck in the middle of the column, "There's the target." He whispered then pulled up his radio, "RPG team, do you see Fat Badger?" He whispered into his radio. The RPG team came back in the affirmative, "FIRE!" He shouted and the treeline erupted in gunfire and RPGs flew into the fuel tanker. The vehicle exploded into flame and engulfed several men walking besides it. The column tried to speed up to escape the killzone but more RPGs came in and hit the front and rear vehicles, "Shit look I got the track!" Someone shouted over the radio. The lead BMP had indeed thrown its track and rolled to a halt. Men began to pour out the vehicles and jump from the top of BMPs and BTRs that began to turn their turrets firing wildly. As the return gunfire filled the air the YDB fighters poured more and more gunfire into the convoy that was now trapped in their killzone.

It took ten long, agonising minutes but eventually the convoy was wiped out. Vehicles burnt and bodies littered the road. A small handheld camera in the hands of the young fighter who was with the commander passed over the bodies as the YDB fighters pushed their way down to the road and began to collect weapons and ammo from the corpses. "Let it be known," Began the command the camera flicking up to show him, "That anyone who thinks they can destroy us will meet a similar fate." His smile was still sat on his face.

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       For: The commander in Chief of Crockerland Forces in Ultramarine
       From: Command In Chief of Ultramarine Armed Forces (after his most righteous majesty) Field Marshall Kassius
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 Reports have begun to leak down of the ULF actions in the north. I would like to send a taskforce of 5,000 soldiers north to assist you in fighting the ULF and helping to re-secure our Northern Province. The protection of the people is the utmost and I do not want to see good Marineian people die, nor do i wish to see them take revenge against innocent Ultrans. If you can provide a safe landing zone I will begin moving troops, tanks, APCs and helicopters north as soon as possible.

 Your's Faithfully,
 Field Marshall Kassius

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Postby Ultramarine » Sun Jan 06, 2019 10:11 am

Allanea wrote:

The Free Kingdom Ministry of Foreign Affairs must now caution all those involved in the present crisis in Ultramarine that the so-called Ultran Liberation Force has, according to satellite intelligence available to us, elected to engage in a policy of genocide towards ethnic Marineans residing in Northern Ultramarine. Satellite intelligence confirms the existence of multiple mass-grave sites that cannot fully be explained by the famine, and reports on the ground inform us of ULF fighters wiping out entire villages as they proceed to the South.

In light of this reality, we have decided to share satellite data with all those parties fighting the ULF, specifically the legitimate government of Ultramarine, the government of Crockerland and Arcadia, as well as that of Massena.

Moreover, we wish to inform the government of Ultramarine that we would like to offer it a shipment of weapons appropriate for use from its aircraft, specifically KAB-500SE satellite-guided bombs, FAB-500 unguided HE bombs, and a variety of anti-tank guided munitions for use from aircraft. This will arrive by aircraft as needed, and by ship within 3 weeks.

We also note that we will soon begin operating a small amount of aircraft from bases in Arcadia (no more than 10) to improve our support of the government of Ultramarine and His Imperial Majesty Roboute Guilleman.


From: Emperor Roboute Guilleman, Chosen by God
To: The Free Kingdoms Foreign Affairs

I have just received this letter across my desk. I am appalled at the actions being taken by people within my nation and the proof of it is horrid. I hope that with a new democratic system of government soon to be implemented these murders will stop. The offer of a shipment of weapons is well received as well and I look forward to granting these weapons to my armed forces in preparation for the fight that lies ahead. In this fight I hope to find you and all our allies and supporters working together to end this dreadful famine and war.

May God bless you,

Roboute Guilleman, Emperor Chosen by God, of Ultramarine

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Postby Allanea » Sun Jan 06, 2019 9:06 pm

Northern Ultramarine

The time had come. For days, the Allaneans had watched and listened as the ULF progressed to the South, slaughtering all in its path. Satellites, passing overhead, confirmed the truth of the ULF's crimes, and collected information on its weaponry. It was known by now that the ULF was, compared to most organizations in its situation, comparatively well-armed. Tanks, MRLS launchers, and self-propelled artillery were already confirmed by both witness statements and satellite overflights.

At 04:00 AM local time, a single reconnaissance drone passed far overhead. It was a triangular, black shape, near-invisible to RADAR. For the naked eye, its shape was merely a tiny spot of blackness against the night sky. It collected the last photographs needed, and gathered the last bits of information.

Back in Arcadia, the pilots of the Warhawk strike aircraft received the last corrections to their mission. It would be past dawn when they took off, and bright daylight when they arrived at last.

They rode high and proud, seven kilometers overhead, far beyond the range of any MANPAD. From here, they would dispense the only kind of justice that Allaneans had in store for the ULF.

"Alpha-One, this is Alpha-Three, on target now, detaching, over."

The first two bombs come off the pylon where they had been mounted together, and as they fall, each opens a pair of winglets, blade-like, like the blades on a switchblade knife. The bombs glide, gracefully, towards a rebel position a dozen miles away, their sensors steering them towards ULF tanks.

Throughout the next hour, the Allanean aircraft drop out several dozen of the bombs on rebel tank and MRLS positions and convoys. The objective – to disrupt the rebels' movement Southwards and their genocidal efforts.


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Near Edoras Airport

The engines roar. Dozens of trucks, carrying tanks on tank transporters, begin to move. Behind them, loaded in like fashion, go the BMPs, and behind these, towed artillery. The troops themselves escort the vehicles on trucks. In a few hours, they will arrive at the edge of rebel territory. There, they get to work.

The vehicles are driven off the trucks, and around them, a camp begins to be built – trenches, fighting positions, tents. They are of course in a hurry, but even in such times where speed is required, it does not do one good to be too much in a hurry.
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Postby Ultramarine » Mon Jan 07, 2019 9:10 am

Northern Ultramarine

The ULF were hit hard by the airstrikes. The forces who had not returned to the Northern Sectors to fight the enemy invader were devastated by the bombs. No-one knew what to do, tanks exploded and artillery was abandoned as the bombs fell from the sky above and filled the air with shrapnel and death. Bodies littered the roads as the ULF fighters retreated back across the border into what was considered ULF territory the push south of the ULF had been stopped.

Whilst bombs were dropping on ULF forces moving south those still in the north had begun to prepare for an offensive against the Occupying Forces of Crockerland but first they had to find their main base. The ULF shrunk back into hiding again now, the Ultran people began to return to their villages that they had willingly given over as fighting positions to the ULF fighters and soon the massacares of Marineians stopped as well though that might have been due to the Marineians uniting into a Marineian Defence Front (MDF) and protecting their villages with lethal force that anything else.

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Postby Allanea » Tue Jan 08, 2019 2:27 am

Diamond Redoubt

The Allaneans called their position, on the very edge of what the ULF called 'their' territory, 'Diamond Redoubt'. It was rhomboid-shaped, outlined along its edge with long gabion walls and entrenched tank positions, with internal walls intended to limit the spread of shrapnel. The entrances were protected by infantry trenches. At the center of the redoubt stood artillery – of which six towed guns provided the main firepower.

The disruption of the ULF force did not lead the Allaneans to let down on their efforts. Rather, they prepared and launched several small UAVs. These were perhaps two meters in wingspan, but their batteries allowed them to fly dozens of miles to the North, collecting ample photography. Between these small devices, and the larger reconnaissance UAVs, the Allanean military created thousands of photographs of the ULF positions and of fleeing rebel groups. These photos were then shared with the Ultramarine military, and with the Arcadians.

And, of course, they were used by the Allaneans themselves.

The bombing operations continued apace, with the small-diameter bombs dropped on fleeing groups of rebels. At Diamond Redoubt, the towed guns were turned to the North, and precision, GPS-guided shells were set loose, fired on rebel positions on the Southrn outskirts of New City.

If the ULF thought that they could escape justice by fleeing, they were about to be surprised.
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Postby Allanea » Tue Jan 08, 2019 2:32 am

From: Maverick Monningham, Free Kingdom Ministry of Foreign Affairs
To: The relevant points of contact in the governments of Ultramarine, Arcadia and Crockerland
Re: Pelican VI

Dear friends!

We are doing reasonably well here, but I would like to address the subject of the river Sin. This river can be used to rapidly deliver food supplies deep inland. Would it be possible for us to work together to:
1. Receive the permission of the Ultramarine government and His Imperial Majesty Roboute Guilleman to set up at the river's mouth?
2. Set up an Arcadian or Crockerland base at the river's mouth?
3. Start delivering food supplies along the river using either local resources or some manner of fast craft?
I will appreciate any of your input on this issue.

Yours,
Maverick.
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Postby Ultramarine » Wed Jan 09, 2019 10:48 am

Edoras Morning Square

The streets were empty, the crowds that usually filled every shop, food market stall and other available space in the main square was gone. No-one knew why but the Imperial Guard were nervous as they went out on their routine patrol. They moved down the streets cautiously guns held loosely so not to appear as a threat. It was as they entered the market square that everything went to shit.

The first squad of the three squad platoon entered the square. Noticing it empty of market stalls and only filled by a single car, it's engine still running. "Boss?" A young private asked his Sergeant. The man looked at the vehicle and nodded, "Marksman take a shot at it." With a single echoing shot the squad marksman let off a round the sound of it hitting the car nearly echoed as far as the Palace it would be later said. Then another noise entered the ears of the soldiers. "Bread!" Came the slow and steady cry of the starving people as they began to come out of hiding. As they advanced the Imperial Guard went to withdraw only to find themselves blocked in. Then the gunfire started. The rebellion had reached the capital. Members of several small cells of rebel fighters began to attack from the crowd. Soon Morning Square was a blaze as a riot broke out and the rebels slipped off to find their main target.

Edoras Detention Centre

"Sir, we're being requested to deploy our guard forces to Morning Square. Seems there's a riot." A radio operator looked up at his Commander who nodded and began to relay the correct orders. It was a foolish mistake as soon as the hundred man strong guard contingent had left the Detention Centre the Rebels moved in. Gunfire and RPGs filled the air as they struck hard and fast at the gate blowing their way in. They continued to clear the Detention Centre room by room till they found their target. Robert Schmitt was beaten up pretty bad but he managed to walk with the rebels who found him to the car outside and sit comfortably enough as they drove him out the city. The uniting force the YDB needed is loose.

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Postby Allanea » Thu Jan 10, 2019 5:35 am

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"Run this by me again, Pris dearest," – the Queen of Allanea said as she poured the tea, her voice almost cloyingly sweet as she contained her anger. "There was a bread riot, in Edoras, is that correct?"

"That's right," – said the Minister of War. "Despite all logic."

"A bread riot in the one city where several nations' forces are unloading thousands of tons of food," – Cassiopeia proceeded. "And the government was not able to contain it… why?"

"My people believe this was partly due to rebel sleeper cells using the crowd as body shields,"

"And Guilleman's elite guard forgot how to use their rifles and machineguns?"

"I suppose it has to do with the fact the rioters were hungry and –"

"Are you real? Or is this some kind of hallucination induced by lack of sleep?" – Cassiopeia marveled – "The fact someone is hungry doesn't entitled them to rob and kill, certainly not when there's a multinational operation under way to bring them food. More to the point, I've never heard of a hungry crowd breaking prisoners out to express their hunger – well, unless they're cannibals."

"That's because the crowd did not break anyone out." – Priscilla Stossel-Conde pointed out. "You see, while the prison guards were distracted…"

"The prison guards. Distracted."

"Yes. Someone ordered large parts of the prison's garrison moved to fight the rioters, which allowed the rebels to extract one of their key men."

"Fuck me," – said Cassiopeia. "That is impressively fucking stupid. What the fuck is the point of pretending to be a semi-dictatorial monarch with emergency powers if you can't even machinegun some rioters? A small-town mayor in Allanea would have solved this crisis in three minutes with the help of a few Sheriff's deputies."

"The OAS guys expect that this Schmitt fellow will be used as a leader figure for the YDB, a sort of living mascot," – Priscilla spoke. "Likely serving as a force multiplier for them."

Cassiopeia winced visibly, "And no provisions were made, of course, for such an extraction attempt."

"Nope. Naturally, I don't need to explain that this vastly reduces the outlook for the Guilleman crown."

"No shit? – Cassiopeia said, quite foul-mouthed for a monarch, but in fact rather restrained for an Allanean.

"The political betting markets are already short-selling Guilliman."

"Unbelievable. Unbelievable." – Cassiopeia sighed. "Oh well. I want our aid operations to continue as usual, but I want preparations to be made so we can pull our people out at a moment's notice if it starts going wrong. "
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Postby Crockerland » Thu Jan 10, 2019 9:22 pm

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Pearystead, Crockerland

The president's Avtoros Shaman, an eight-wheeled limousine capable of traversing near any terrain, rolled down the coastal highway of the town, trailed and preceded alike by the cars of the security detail. The president's motorcade passed a Zumwalt II-class destroyer, several crewmen of which had taken to the deck to wave to the passing motorcade; The ship gave a loud bellow with it's foghorn to acknowledge the passing motorcade, having returned from elsewhere in the country to set up harbor and avoid getting stranded in the sprawling sea ice that was spreading across the seas of the polar nation.

President Webb and his entourage pulled into the official residence's garage, where workers were spray off the road salt and blast the water and snow off with pressurized air nozzles, keeping the vehicles ship-shape and ready at a moment's notice. The president unburdened himself of his jacket as he walked in from the arctic air and made his way back to the conference room where he had first authorized the mission to Ultramarine.

From this conference room, the president could get in direct and secure contact with general Thandi, who was returning from a promotion ceremony for corporal Kieran Welch, who had valiantly assumed a leadership role during the evacuation of a Marinean village during an unprecedented attack, to the rank of sergeant.

A discussion at length was held as to what the response to the letter received from Field Marshal Kassius should be.
"It would seem to me," general Thandi reasoned "that the influx of Ultramarinian troops would only serve to weaken their overall military force, and to draw more violent rebels into our area of operations, putting our soldiers further at risk. I cannot recommend, from a strategic position, that you accept this offer or assist the Ultramarine Armed Forces in pursuing the goals layed out here in any way."

"I understand what you're saying," the president took a few moments to think before he responded, bringing his hand to his chin thoughtfully "but, we need to look at this not only from a strategic standpoint, but from a diplomatic one. We are in their country, after all, and telling them we do not want their troops in some part of their own territory would be... unwise... and unlikely to go over well."

"Perhaps," the president continued, "you could divert them to somewhere far and away from our main operations? Make a big show and converge a bunch of forces on one place to secure them a foothold, then the target is painted on them as our troops disperse. All the better if it's in the way of the terrorists if they want to head north, creating a blockade there, between us and them."

General Thandi looked over to his left, at a large map detailing a number of military control zones, abandoned Ultramarine Armed Forces bases, friendly MDF controlled areas, cities, roads, and more. "I think..." Thandi looked to the laptop and then back at the map, before looking at the laptop once more "I think we may have somewhere just like that."

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       For: The commander in Chief of Crockerland Forces in Ultramarine
       From: Command In Chief of Ultramarine Armed Forces (after his most righteous majesty) Field Marshall Kassius
       Encryption: High

 Reports have begun to leak down of the ULF actions in the north. I would like to send a taskforce of 5,000 soldiers north to assist you in fighting the ULF and helping to re-secure our Northern Province. The protection of the people is the utmost and I do not want to see good Marineian people die, nor do i wish to see them take revenge against innocent Ultrans. If you can provide a safe landing zone I will begin moving troops, tanks, APCs and helicopters north as soon as possible.

 Your's Faithfully,
 Field Marshall Kassius


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Official State Communique of the Republic of Crockerland

From the office of president Royston Webb,
Directed to Field Marshal Kassius

We are in the process of securing a naval shipping facility in the southeast corner of the Ultran Highlands, you should be able to land your forces by ship, helicopter, or seaplane there to head inland. This will allow us to flank the terrorists and cut those in the northern highlands off from their allies in the southern highlands.

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President of Crockerland


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Abandoned shipping port, northern Ultramarine

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The F-117N Seahawk stealth had taken off from the airway only a couple hours before, it was trailed by 2 more of it's kind, their arrival had been scheduled to begin in the dead of night so that their anti-radar design and their extreme elevation could work together to make them practically invisible to the enemy. The terrorists' flag waved proudly above their lair, a few speedboats and other watercraft sad idly by the docks waving the same banner as their naval ensign, though most ships filling the harbor were reduced to wreckage before the war had reached here, bombed into the sea to avoid them getting into rebel hands.

Far below them, the Ultran Supremacist gangs huddled in the port's buildings, though some of them had driven to the nearby city to rest instead, if they owned homes or simply felt entitled to murder a homeowner for his possessions, which wouldn't be too controversial if he or she was a Marinean, or some other minority. A few guards sat in towers or patrolled the fenced-in perimeter of the base, now fearing attack by Crockerland, the Marineian Defence Front, Allanea, and the government alike.

Regardless, the faceted stealth design of the lead plane allowed it to soar through enemy radar unnoticed, without having to dive down to avoid it as two similar planes had done when defending the Marinean village earlier that week. Captain Anemone Van Amersvoort lead the operation.

The pilots sat and waited as their planes flew through the deep night. Above the jets sprawled a sea of clouds, and below them another, going on endlessly in every direction. In front of them were many solitary beams where moonlight shone through the cloud cover; On occasion, the bright, silver light of the moon would bathe the tops of their grey warplanes as they passed through such isolated rays of light. The scene would have been peaceful and pleasant, if not for the anxiety and anticipation of the coming raid. The F-117Ns sped towards an enemy base carrying a payload of explosives, their ears fixated only on the eerie rushing wind outside their cabins as radio chatter was kept to zero, and their eyes flicking back-and-forth from their avionics & controls to the night sky.

As the pilots came over the base, guided by radar and GPS, they opened their bomb-bay doors and spewed fourth an array of munitions, from the pilot's seat one would hear and see nothing other than what their avionics screens told them. As the bomb bay doors closed once more and the bombs they had brought down on the enemy fell silently through the thick blanket of clouds, the planes banked right. Coordinated in advance by their automated planning system (inherited from their F-117 Nighthawk predecessors) which eliminated the need for any radio communication outside of emergency situations, the stealths flew back to their base of operations.



Allanea wrote:From: Maverick Monningham, Free Kingdom Ministry of Foreign Affairs
To: The relevant points of contact in the governments of Ultramarine, Arcadia and Crockerland
Re: Pelican VI

Dear friends!

We are doing reasonably well here, but I would like to address the subject of the river Sin. This river can be used to rapidly deliver food supplies deep inland. Would it be possible for us to work together to:
1. Receive the permission of the Ultramarine government and His Imperial Majesty Roboute Guilleman to set up at the river's mouth?
2. Set up an Arcadian or Crockerland base at the river's mouth?
3. Start delivering food supplies along the river using either local resources or some manner of fast craft?
I will appreciate any of your input on this issue.

Yours,
Maverick.

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While I am not opposed to these points, it may be difficult to coordinate such a plan through official state communiques. If a secure location can be readied for talks between our nations (along with perhaps the WA relief campaign coordinators, the MDF, and any other relevant actors, obviously excluding the war criminal terrorist groups), strategic and diplomatic planning may be more feasible and a cohesive plan of action may be decided upon.

If not, you can certainly request anything you need of us, but the vague concept of constructing a base along the River Sin is not something we would be interested at this time with only the information provided thus far and the lack of significant coordination between our forces.

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Postby Allanea » Fri Jan 11, 2019 1:21 am

From: Maverick Monningham, Free Kingdom Ministry of Foreign Affairs
To: President Royston Webb
Re: Pelican VI

We do not see the need to delay crucial action such as shipping food to the needy until it is 'debated' by all and sundry. That's to say, I am of course willing to appoint an ambassador to discuss this all at a location of your choice, but I also do not wish to see the shipments delayed by some horrifying 20-day aid conference.
As for the concept of an aid base on the river Sin, the concept is a very simple, and non-vague: it would be useful to deliver the aid via as many ports of entry as viable, to minimize delays as the food is spread through Ultramarine. The river Sin, being a major water shipping route, can be served to ship large quantities of cargo inland while limiting dependence on the road system, which as you know is limited and only now began being repaired by our forces.
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Postby Ultramarine » Fri Jan 11, 2019 5:31 am

Edoras Streets

The riots were into their second day now. The streets were running red as riot police, what few there were, clashed with rioters on every main street and even in the residential sectors of the city. The army had deployed but had been ordered to leave its rifles at barracks and go for riot gear as well. That was about to change. In the halls of power the Emperor Roboute Guilleman grew tired of this "insurrection" against him and also the lack of control his security forces seemed able to project for his people. He moved for his Personal troops to go in again this time armed to the teeth. Challenger 2 tanks began to roll down streets of Edoras with infantry pouring off them. The Emperors Guard had deployed the 275th Imperial Guard Regiment was now on the streets and blood was beginning to flow as bullets tore through unprotected protesters and rioters. Buildings that had housed rebel cells were bulldozed and raided.

After an afternoon of slaughter and fire the rioting came to an end and the people, who still lived, retreated back to their homes bruised and bloodied.


Allanea wrote:From: Maverick Monningham, Free Kingdom Ministry of Foreign Affairs
To: The relevant points of contact in the governments of Ultramarine, Arcadia and Crockerland
Re: Pelican VI

Dear friends!

We are doing reasonably well here, but I would like to address the subject of the river Sin. This river can be used to rapidly deliver food supplies deep inland. Would it be possible for us to work together to:
1. Receive the permission of the Ultramarine government and His Imperial Majesty Roboute Guilleman to set up at the river's mouth?
2. Set up an Arcadian or Crockerland base at the river's mouth?
3. Start delivering food supplies along the river using either local resources or some manner of fast craft?
I will appreciate any of your input on this issue.

Yours,
Maverick.


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         From: The Office of Internal and External Affairs, Lord Carl
        Subject: The River Sin

       The Government of Ultramarine is very wary of allowing more foreigners into our country, especially to establish a base that may very well become a target for rebel forces. But the Glorious Emperor Guilleman chosen by God has, in his infinite wisdom, decided to allow you to establish a base at the river's mouth.

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Postby The Grande Republic 0f Arcadia » Fri Jan 11, 2019 5:31 pm

Near Edoras Airport

Cpl. Lothar Tischer, 8th Infantry Regiment, 182nd Airbourne Brigade

The C-5 came to a stop, as the wheels skidded across the runway. The Arcadian force for Ultramarine was landing in the Alleana airbase, so they can easily move troops to the mouth of a nearby river for their main base. All morning forces have been pouring into the country, a small expeditionary force was assembled and deployed. Once the aircraft stopped he and the other soldiers began to disembark onto the tarmac in which they stood in formation as their gear was loaded onto heavy transport trucks.

Once command made sure the entire platoon was there they were told to fall out and await orders. While they waited Tischer pulled out his phone and checked for internet in the nation. While he did this he turned to Lance Corporal Lotz and spoke: "So how long do you think our rotation will be?" Lotz who was sitting across from him asked: "Didn't you read the ops order?" Tischer shook his head no.


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The situation in Ultramarine had reached the tipping point, as the deployment of Arcadian forces in the nation had put the national media spotlight on the growing conflict in the nation, and had forced a vote for immediate military action against the ULF starting with airstrikes on known rebel bases, pending Ultramarine's approval for the combat deployment of Arcadian Military Personnel in their nation. Her thoughts were interrupted as MP Georg Reichleitner sat down and asked: "So how is the new home?" Jule replied, "Well, its okay considering my dog likes to chew on the new baseboards." Georg looked up and asked: "I thought you broke him of that?" Jule shook her head and replied: "No, I'm still trying." They continued to talk until the inevitable topic of Ultramarine surfaced and Georg asked: "So my son is deploying into the nation, I had just found out today, and that he was already in the country." Jule asked: "Didn't he get out a few months ago?" George replied "Yes, but after that, he decided that he wanted to stay in and he reenlisted."
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Postby Allanea » Fri Jan 11, 2019 11:16 pm

Allanean Field Hospital, Edoras Airport

"Bread! Bread!"

The crowd seemed to have coalesced out of nowhere, like a sudden fog. Minutes ago, Colonel Jenner could have sworn it was a perfectly calm day. Now, groups of rioters were swarming through the airport terminal, some unarmed, some armed with crowbars and pipes, others with even more serious weapons. The sounds of shattering glass and awful oaths were everywhere.

"Someone get the PA." – she spoke brusquely, as she began walking towards the edge of the hospital camp, feeling the grip of her pistol in its holster as she went. It felt heavy, the ridges running along the handle adding to her confidence.

"ATTENTION ATTENTION. THIS IS CAPTAIN THOMAS BAILEY SPEAKING, FREE KINGDOM ARMED FORCES."

Momentarily, the crowds paused, as if stunned by the sudden booming voice. If there was anything Allaneans were famous for, besides their violence, it was their use of extremely overpowered loudspeakers.

"IF YOU WANT BREAD, WE WILL BE WILLING TO SHARE FOOD WITH YOU IF YOU STOP THESE ACTS OF VIOLENCE AND PROCEED TO RECEIVE YOUR FOOD IN AN ORDERLY FASHION. YOUR ACTIONS ARE MAKING IT MUCH HARDER TO BRING FOOD INTO THE COUNTRY. PLEASE LINE UP IN AN ORDERLY FASHON AND –"

"Bread!" - someone shouted – "They're stalling! Don't listen to him!"

There was a roar of anger and hate, and several figures emerged from the airport terminal. From there – and from several other directions, across the runways and down the roads – people were now running to the tents of the field hospital.

Colonel Jenner looked around. She saw uniformed men and women – drivers, clerks, guards – kneeling on the ground, rifles already raised. Some lay prone, taking careful aim at the approaching rioters.

"Everyone make ready!" - she shouted, her voice carrying far around her. Other officers, throughout the camp, repeated the order. "Prepare to repel assault! Do not fire until I –"

The first rioters were less than a hundred yards away, she could see them now. They did not seem too hungry, but perhaps it was the effect of the winter clothing they were all swaddled in. "FIRE!"

The air filled with the cracks of rifle fire. A man in a light-blue winter jacket jerked backwards as if he had been punched, bloody tears blossoming on the blue cloth, and fell on the tarmac. The pipe he held in one hand rolled, clattering, along the tarmac. A woman in a long grey overcoat fell forward, bright-red arterial blood splashing from her neck. Another man knelt on the ground, whimpering, cradling an injured arm.

But the rioters were closer – fifty yards, forty.

"Pizdets, yob vashu mat, govno vislouhoe!" – roared the Colonel as she yanked her pistol out of its holster. Somewhere really close, a submachinegun let loose a long, long burst. Momentarily, she paused, only to realize it was actually one of the rioters firing. Staring in disbelief, she felt blood flow down her cheek where a piece of stone kicked up by the bullets had sliced into her skin.

The rebel fighter – Gods know from what faction – was incredibly close, she could see he was dressed in denim pants and a dark-green sweater. Even now, he was reloading his gun, a simple submachinegun made from a piece of pipe. Before Jenner managed to even say a word, several of the Allanean soldiers fired on him simultaneously. He twitched like a scarecrow in the wind, bullets hitting his chest, his stomach, shattering one of his knees – and then he fell.

"Yebanaty, blyad, fucking asswipes-" she paused, to survey the field. It was already over. The rioters, perhaps, did not have the hospital as their primary target. Whatever was the truth, about a dozen of them lay dead, and more were on the ground injured. "What a yobani pizdets," – Colonel Jenner added. "Have the nurses check for survivors. They'll get the food they wanted – in the trauma ward."
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