The war for Osthia (MT Semi-Open)

by **Inkarzikan** » Mon Mar 21, 2011 4:52 pm

Greater Idaho wrote:
Itinerate Tree Dweller wrote:The Incursus is hereby expanding the scope of the blockade to include a no fly zone that will affect the coastal regions of Osthia. This is to ensure the protection of Osthian civilians and to ensure that no hostile foreign forces are able to make use of the Osthian airspace.

That is so stupid I am ignoring that.

Skies over Battlefield
Private Mason looked out onto the battlefield. He was high in the sky and could see little dots being blwon up all over the place. It would have been funny if that was not real and he was not going to be involved.

Ever since Incursus had blockaded the sea they have been using the air. Now they were over in the air. It was known for Greater Idaho to have a premier Air Force behind the military.

When he jumped out the plane he saw around him over 3,000 men in the air some shot down others trying to get to safety. Mason estimated at least 2,800 would make it to the ground with the other KIA.

He assured himself he would not be that person. As he landed he felt more adrenaline than ever. Soon he was shooting at the enemy with bullet after bullet. The reinforcements seemed to raise the morale for more men were charging with the mindset of winning this war.

OOC: Well, a no-fly zone is not stupid. It's sensible. They're using one over Libya.

Posts · by **Yohannes** » Mon Mar 21, 2011 5:12 pm

Gott erhalte, Gott beschütze / Unsern Kaiser, unser Land

Jakarta Imperial Palace, Jakarta
Empire of Anagonia-Yohannes
Northeast Europa

Seated in his private office within the majestic monument known to most of his subject as Istana Kekaisaran Jakarta, or the Jakarta Imperial Palance, a landmark of grandeur residential complex consisting of numerous elaborate and elegantly built rooms, the King-Emperor of the Anago-Yohannesian Empire, His Imperial and Royal Majesty Hamengkubuwono II thought of the latest information handed to his desk by one of the leading front formation within the Anago-Yohannesian BRIMOB, or known more commonly as the Overseas Intelligence Agency of the Dual Imperial Monarchy of Anagonia-Yohannes. He was observing the map of the Osthian states and its surrounding national sovereignties, regionally. From his calculation, as stated by Field Marshal Susilo Bambang Yudhoyono of the K.u.K.Streitkräfte Chief-of-Staff himself, the distance needed for the planned strategic expeditionary undertaking would indeed consume a numerous amount of time. He then turned his eyes at the map located on the right side of his desk, the regional map of Europa itself. Further calculating, it would indeed be a really long time indeed for any naval deployment to reach the Osthian state and its associated exclusive economic zone.

The United Roman, Harberian, and New Azuran fleets, a combined fleet of the Incursus network, had by this time more or less reached the Osthian territorial sovereignty. Not that they would really need this reinforcement that was about to be unleased anyway, he thought to himself calmly. Seeing their combined strength, the harberian, New Azuran, and United Roman fleets alone outnumbered their opposition by at least ten to one in the possible field of engagement. Over the previous hours Hamengkubuwono had spent an endless amount of time in calculating whether any further naval deployment by the Anago-Yohannesian Empire to reinforce its allies would be needed, at all. After a moment of lapse however, he realised that there would be nothing wrong with honouring one's pledge, for perhaps, he thought to himself, this would be seen as an act of true and symbolically staunch honour. Even more, this would fit perfectly well with the recent ratification of the Valedonian Declaration.

The King-Emperor glanced at the white embroidery report located on the left side of his desk, just beside his favourite brewed and exotically mixed morning coffee-milk. He thought for a moment yet again, and finally decided to seize his official personal pen from his upperfront small pocket. He started writing, and within at most thirty minutes the aforementioned letter would indeed, and without a doubt, be acquired by Syahnan Soeharto, the Imperial and Royal Minister of Foreign Affairs himself. This, he thought to himself, would simply be a commercial and military blockade, and nothing more.

Dual Imperial Monarchy of Anagonia-Yohannes
Kaiserliche und Königliche Monarchie
Audemus jura nostra defendere

To : Associated Head Representative of the Osthian Department of Foreign Affairs.
From : Syahnan Soeharto. Minister of Foreign Affairs. The Dual Imperial Monarchy of Anagonia-Yohannes.
Subject : Condemnation in support of Incursus.

Attention unceasing warmongerers,

I as the authoritative head of the Imperial and Royal Ministry of Foreign Affairs has acknowledged the barbarious, undiplomatic, and warmongering foreign and external course of policy adopted by the Osthian state for quite an unprecedented amount of period yet again and again times after times, as observed by us on multiple occassions during the past and your multiple unaccountable and undiplomatic military conguests of various fourth-rate powers internationally. And while i am not at the least surprise to state the fact that perhaps all of these past debacles were cause as a provocation upon your part directed at these young states, i am to be fully honest good sir and/or madam, not impressed at all.

In full honesty, let us simply state the very fact indeed that I am not impressed by the immoral and haste course of interventionist economic and military actions perpetrated by the Osthian government and its associated entities. The Dual Imperial Monarchy of Anagonia-Yohannes, as a full signatory nation-state of the honourable defensive network and power entity known as the Incursus, has watched as the scourge to civilisation and mankind known as the "Empire of Osthia" has harmed many innocent civilians located within their respected nation-states internationally.

Millions had been killed by your government's course of actions. Young babies, innocent mothers, loving husbands and wives, had perished. You and your dishonourable represented state shall suffer once and for all. The honourable defensive network of Incursus shall burn your nation to the ground, pillage your villages and cities, and ensure that the very scourge to mankind known as the Empire of the Osthians shall forever be banished from this very surface of the world we lived and loved upon.

The 15.17 billion citizens, men and women, of the Anago-Yohannesian Empire shall fight for freedom, justice, and liberty. Hereby as we speak, I have ordered the grand admiral of the navy himself to deploy the Imperial and Royal High Seas Fleet towards your territorial sovereignty's direction. This will be done to reinforce this diplomatic letter, for we have seen from our previous observance of your wretch state that unless a military undertaking is taken, it would not cease to seize the initiative to further extend its ever-increasing territorial ambition.

This associated fleet will be use mainly to blockade your represented state, to reinforce the current blockading force located at your sovereignty, of that of our honourable Brother in arms, the Kingdom of Grays Harbor, Illustrious United Roman Empire, and the Empire of New Azura.

Hereby we recommend that you cease your act of hostilities and commence on undertaking a form of peaceful negotiation regarding your current irrelevant and minor powers squabbling. Heed our words for it shall be your last.

Sincerely Yours

Minister of Foreign Affairs

Imperial Chancellery, Valedonia
Empire of Anagonia-Yohannes
Northeast Europa

The common civilians within the Anago-Yohannesian Empire had not even realised as that exact moment indeed that yet another possible conflict would erupt involving their national sovereignty. Tried as hard as the government and military entity tried, the public and media got the clue as soon as possible, and numerous rumours were spreading throughout the vast holdings of the empire, from the colonial holdings in Indonesia to the mountainous hill of northeast Europa and flat plain of the empire's administrative holding in Tyrrhenia. However, this time the empire would not throw its weight around for greed and lust, but instead for freedom, justice, and liberty, she thought assuringly to herself. Ceara Bickerton, the First Minister of the Imperial and Royal Authority, knew that the Osthians were indeed asking for this very exact retribution to befall them. She had watched numerously as the Osthian Empire, a so-called empire of the Osthians, which she thought to herself amusingly as to the fact that these people were not even considered third-rate power, yet they dared to consider themselves to be an "empire", and its so-called leader to assume the title of an "emperor". Various economic aids and financial security bonds held by any Osthian individuals and represented entities within the Indonesian Empire Stock Exchange and Reserve Bank of Indonesia were seized henceforward as authorised by herself the previous three days since the planned operation.

The regional neighbouring nation-states of the Anago-Yohannesian Empire within Europa were also aware of this latest venture by the empire and its represented government. However, Bickerton at least knew and thanked the fact that indeed the whole region would rally at the side of the Anago-Yohannesian Empire. Unsurprisingly of course, six of the major powers within the region, Machina Haruspex and Tagmatium being two of these coalition of Europan major powers of six nation-states within the region of Europa, decided to leave the Anago-Yohannesian to pursue their kill, knowing that the Osthian themselves were just but one of the many irrelevant fourth rate minor powers internationally, and therefore, would be of no concern to the regional major powers within Europa. This would exactly be the right time to finally apply the sovereign right of the Anago-Yohannesian government to act as an honourable world police sovereignty, watching over the rightful sovereignty of innocent nation-states internationally, of which the Osthians had innumerably vassalised and colonised in their never-ending lust for power. Well, it would all change now, Bickerton thought to herself.

Therefore, with the rest of Europa decided to leave the Anago-Yohannesian free to pursue its latest venture, she herself could not see any possible reason as to why this operation would fail, seeing that the Incursus network itself had decided to condemn the Osthian in the first place. In full co-operation with the Harberian and Illustrious United Roman governments, the Anago-Yohannesian government had decided to share their respective intelligence to and fro its allies within the league of Incursus. Thousands of numerous satellites within the expand dominance of the sky above, internationally belonging to the Anago-Yohannesian Empire and its governmental authority, searched for any potential strategic threats to the empire and Incursus itself.

As the Harberian Kingdom and the Illustrious Roman Empire decided to intervene militarily, Bickerton decided finally that perhaps His Majesty's decision to reinforce the empire's allied fleets was indeed a fully justifiable and reasonable response in relation to the latest crisis, nonetheless that of a minor crisis indeed. She was however, surprised when the Ralkovian Empire, or as the Ralkovians like to call themselves, the Great Ralkovian Empire, declared war upon the Osthian state. Although she knew from historical and obvious past dealings with the Ralkovian that to these individuals the term casus-belli would indeed be that of an expiry and outdated no-common-sense formality, however she had not expected the Ralkovian to so suddenly declared an official state of war and aggression agains the poor Osthians so suddenly, and without any casus-belli upon their part, in exception of that of conguest and power.

And then the Gratislavian declared their support for the Ralkovian, and it was then that she realised that this would indeed be a messy affair after all.

Then again, anything related to the Ralkovian and Gratislavian itself would indeed always be messy nonetheless.

Greater Valedonian Storm Coast
Empire of Anagonia-Yohannes
Northeast Europa

Throughout the immediate north-western coast of the Anago-Yohannesian Empire, an irresistible wave of commotion could be felt upon almost virtually on every single major port cities and naval facilities domain of the empire. Various naval formations were tactically scrambled, to accomodate for a single strategic naval reinforcement. A single formation under the designated name of the "Imperial & Royal High Seas Fleet", or more commonly known as Anagonia-Yohannes K.u.K. 1. It had been nearly ten years in approximate that the grand admiral of the Imperial and Royal War navy, or more better known throughout the region of Europa as the venerable K.u.K.Kriegsmarine, was assembled for a major strategic naval expeditionary force.

The last time the fleet was assembled was indeed on the eight of January, the year 1990, that approximately 8,911 ships, litoral and non-litoral alikes, were assembled towards the national defence of the Anago-Yohannesian Empire, in the face of multiple regional crisis by its neighbouring nation-states. Ever since then, the highest formation within the war navy, the K.u.K. 1., ceased to exist as a single and coherent naval formation. It all changed today, however. The naval facilities within each designated major ports located throughout the Storm coast within the territorial land of the Anago-Yohannesian Empire were being filled, around the clock, as according to the strictly-set timetable needed for the strategic undertaking that about to emerge in scope and activity to the general public.

As endless numbers of supplies, innumerable tons of logistical materials were trucked to and fro each manufacturing bases throughout the Anago-Yohannesian industrial heartland, and made their way periodically as strictly set by each formation's designated assembled timetable, even the associated formation's naval officers and supervisors on board themselves could not helped but be amazed by the quantity of distributed supplies that were being loaded unto each designated formational's ships, co-ordinated as so to exceed by quite a considerable margin the designated amount of supplies needed compulsorily by each formations and their corresponding ships. Contrary to what people assumed however, the priorities were being given to the most basic type of supplies needed in case of an outbreak of unpredictable strategic crisis, or tactical if the meagre size of the opposing side's fleet formations were to be taken into account.

Canned foods, water, and an unpredictable amount of general tools and energy sources, simple batteries, portable field generators, and all the various the very basic needs of a modern formation to survive against the odds in a tactically conventional modern-warfare situation. The exaction upon the scheduled timetable and accomplishment of undertaking within these simple yet core operations, that of the distribution and deliverance of supplies and logistical operations by railroads, military-designated roadways, highways, and passage interior territorial access, would be needed most notoriously.

The departure of millions of Anago-Yohannesian personnel and troops associated with their respective expeditionary formations provided the raising of morale needed for the public support regarding this latest venture by the imperial and royal government. In some small towns and villages, proud folks, young men with the delightful expression of eagerness written upon their face, held proudly the civil ensign of the Dual Imperial Monarchy of Anagonia-Yohannes. Within their mind, victory would be imminent. This latest venture by the empire would be their chance to prove themselves to their family and peers. As cheers and joyous patriotic fervour filled the atmosphere throughout the empire, the various formation-designated fighter aircraft of the empire trailed their sign, leaving visually behind a seemingly never-ending trail of smoke.

Thousands of ships of various and varying yet maintenance-wise similar backgrounds were co-ordinated 'round the clock. Waves after waves of large vessels, cargo ships, supply despot tanks, and of course, litoral ships, combat vessels, ranging from the latest acquisition and spectrum system of naval submarines and surface fleet formations were making their way. Wave after wave, innumerably watched by spectation by the spectators watching the K.u.K. 1. heading into the very heart of the action itself. The nation of Osthia. Their directive and mission, the complete economic and military naval blockade of the Osthian state, and the naval reinforcement of the Harberian, New Azuran, and United Roman litoral ships and naval fleets co-ordinated by a common strategic goal, and a flexible and cohesive tactical undertakings and objectives.

The magnificent commotion of sounds and fury unmatched, heard most visibly by Anago-Yohannesian residents within the surrounding of the said festivities. The Imperial High Seas Fleet was leaving the Greater Valedonian port, heading towards the territorial sovereignty and exclusive economic naval zone of none other than the Osthian state. The Imperial High Seas Fleet, a resounding show of qualitative and quantitative dominance, a showcase of the Anago-Yohannesian Empire accession as a newly emerging major powers internationally, would seal the resolve of the opposing forces. Landing land formation detachments upon the Osthian land however, would indeed be out of the equation, nonetheless a group of detachment, coming from the parent organisation of the Imperial and Royal First Army, that of the Imperial and Royal Seventeenth "Honour" M. Division and Imperial and Royal Fifteenth "Sovereign Might" M. Division, included nonetheless with their lesser detachments of brigade-sized interior and lesser formations, artilleries, logistics, and paratroopers included without a single doubt, filled the rank of these honourable brothers and sisters, undertaking one huge leap towards the betterment of civilisation and mankind.

The Imperial and Royal High Seas Fleet submarines detachments, the once regionally vaunted submarine formations of the Empire of Anagonia-Yohannes, was secretly being sent towards the blue water a day's and few hours' worth in-before their surface formation counterparts. Bound together under one cause, the associated head of naval-commanders-in supreme-authority, Grand Admiral Soekarno III, arrayed these litoral and sub-surface formations in such a specific way that would undoubtly, counting an innumerably associated formational quantity and quantities in associated vessels firepower and strength of power-projected potential and capabilities, command a superior strategic position to control in operation and spectrum, an overmatch and overwhelming immediate projected strength and order of litoral-battle direct and reserve potential behind the tactical frontline.

A control of wider areas in both litoral firepower and open seas engagement, if it need be, with the associated strategic plan to primarily blockade the said strategic objective, that of the Osthian state. Once within range, if actions would be a necessary scenario, an overwhelming quantity and quality of spectrum overmatch would render the opposition's formation's litoral vessels inoperable. A solid and strategically sound plan. Even Field Marshal Susilo Bambang Yudhoyono, a man of honour and steel, would approve of this plan himself, thought Grand Admiral Soekarno III within his own mind with a thin smile upon his lips.

HIRM Courage
Anagonian Bay
Southwest Tyrrhenia

The bright shine coming down from the sun and the beautiful sky above can be felt upon the surface of the Type 270 Ark Royal-class aircraft carrier HIRM Courage as it explored along in a gracious manner the blue length of the Anagonian bay. The associated patrol-tour-of-duty of the Imperial 2nd High Seas Fleet was filled with a sense of unmomentous and regular undertaking, blessed general weather, and an uneventful scheduled timetable and objectives regarding the fleet's associated mission. Everywhere within one's sight, the carrier's associated personnel and crews were seizing the moment of boredom and uppity to relax themselves, basking in the freshness of the sun shining from beyond the blue sky.

Looking at one's surrounding, one observed the informal amusing fact that the flight deck became a kind of a personal sunbathing deck, clearly out of the Imperial and Royal naval norm, well, metropolitan Anagonia-Yohannes wise that is. Nonetheless without a doubt a strict regulation of procedures in terms of security timetables were still strictly enforced and consequently, followed, which was without a doubt, partially the result of the corresponding officers' habitual no-nonsense on-board-you-do-as-we-say regulation, which ensures that any would be initiatives were followed, and of course, no thongs and towels ever reached the designated inner formality areas of the officers on board. Observing his personnel, it was an amusing view indeed, Admiral Hadji Rahmad Diponegoro thought to himself calmly.

He wandered elegantly to and fro the deck, observing the beatiful blue seas around the majestic carrier, smelling that never-ending breeze of salt and that sound of seagulls forever filling the immediate sky above. "Kapiten...!", a young make-shift crew saluted him. Diponegoro looked towards his left, and saluted back with a courageous and assuring benevolent smile upon his face at his crew. A young man around the age of his twenties, with nothing on but thongs and sunglasses of the latest model, unknowing to the elderly generation such as him, of course.

He walked towards the end of the flight deck and leaned gracefully towards the immediate railing, whilst doing so looking down at the ever splashing wave of green and blue waterly sea, splashing and splashing never-endingly against the hull of the ship. He looked above towards the right hand sky, and immediately he noticed the sign of a RH-77 Cannondale helicoper, patrolling and hovering over the immediate surrounding perimeter of the carrier. Its active radar homing act as a missile guidance system to allow the rotocraft to track its associated target automonously, thanks to its radar transceiver and associated electronics. Of course, Rahmad Diponegoro thought to himself, this was mostly applied upon the terminal phase of the engagement itself. All of this reminded him of the ever-lingering danger that could reveal itself from beneath the metaphorical layer of waterly blue and layer of peace. He reminded himself yet again of his immediate strategic objective assigned to him by his superiors, the complete economic and military naval blockade of the Osthian state, and the naval reinforcement of the Harberian, New Azuran, and United Roman naval expeditionary formations. ASW operations and undertakings had been increased frequently in the case of possible Osthian and its associated allied nation-states' submarines which would possibly target the HIRM Courage and its associated formation fleet.

However, it seems that as of the present time there was no major nor even minor naval engagement known to him. Not that it matters anyway, Diponegoro thought to himself, his associated superiors had indicated as of how so far the only frequent activities in relation to this latest crisis and debacle with the Osthian state were that of the Anago-Yohannesian satellites in space. Seeing clearly from the strategic ordnance office, these images revealed a strikingly accurate and impressive display of plan and commotion within the surrounding in its view below. From his position as of now however, he acquired no doubt as to the fact that these satellites were symbolised in one's view to that of a tiny flickering specks of contrastging light somewhere above. His attached-officers at the main strategic ordnance office had informed him of how they had watched as countless lightning specks of light can be seen across the sky above, coming from just some of the Anago-Yohannesian's immediate 1,244 satellites, as numerously and countless wave after wave of kinetic missiles attempted to destroy any targetted and locked Osthian satellites across the sky.

Numerous Anago-Yohannesian commercial and military satellite networks were in the meantime bracing itself from the impending Osthian counter-operations, if of course, the Osthians knew how to accomplish the said operation in the first place, and if they even had the military knowledge and resources to accomplish such a counter-strike operation in the first place. Finished gazing wonderingly, Diponegoro then made his way towards the bridge, with the very purpose that was about to be revealed to his crew very soon indeed. Admiral Diponegoro then, once reaching the bridge, distributed the immediate and short decipheral letters to his immediate officers, and watched as they slowly read through its contents. Without a doubt, a smile spread upon each and everyone of the corresponding officers' face, and once finished, all of them looked back at the admiral himself, waiting for the final announcement to arrive.

"The time has come lad. I want all available battle vessels manned to engage these warmongering Osthian wretches. For far too long ya' hear me all, they have destroyed, colonised, and vassalised multiple nation-states, innocent members of the international community w'all strive to protect lads, national sovereignties and states internationally, that without no doubt, were far weaker than themselves. The direct order was clear. Blockade them till' they drop their sorry-assess and sissy-backs. No advancing on their land though, unlike them, we gott'a respect the international laws regarding war and all that associated bullshit and crap. It would be the right time for these bastards to reap the sweetness of their own fruity undertaking historically. Now it's time to throw the bucket on y'all lazy bastards and leave at eighteen hours full-stop for this order. Your vacation hereby end here lads, and it is time to kick some Osthian ass..!"

[OOC]

Your Friendly Major Power Since 1987

Empire of Anagonia-Yohannes

Total population - 15.17 billion

ORBAT - OPERATION JUGGERNAUT

Imperial and Royal High Seas Fleet - Grand Admiral Soekarno III
^Parent Formation^
3rd Home Fleet
4th Home Fleet
5th Home Fleet
8th Transport Fleet
10th Logistics Fleet
12th Logistics Fleet
13th Logistics Fleet
14th Logistics Fleet
Imperial 1st High Seas Fleet
Imperial 2nd High Seas Fleet

Total :
-10,868,447 personnel
-9,928 ships (20 Longswords Class Superdreadnought GM)
-57,870 aircraft

Objective :
-Primary : strategic economic and military blockade of - Osthia
-Secondary : reinforce friendly combined fleets of - Grays Harbor, Itinerate Tree Dweller, New Azura

by **Northern Wittenburg** » Mon Mar 21, 2011 5:39 pm

Royal Seal of Grand Duke Gustaf
To:Syahnan Soeharto. Minister of Foreign Affairs. The Dual Imperial Monarchy of Anagonia-Yohannes.
From:Frankie Musemain. Minister of Foreign Affairs of the Kingdom of Northern Wittenburg
Dear Mr.Soeharto,
There was once a man I knew by the name of Tom. Now he was one of the most compassionate men alive. He loved and cared for all poeple. It did not matter what your predicament was all you could be sure of was that he would od his best to make your life better. This is how I see your nation and your leader. Now before I intrduce myself I would like to give my best wishes to HRH Hamengkubuwono II who is courageous in standing up against the odds.

Now my name is Frankie Musemain and I am the Minister of Foreign Affairs in the Grand Duchy of Northern Wittenburg. HRH Grand Duke Gustaf IV has willed me to write this letter to show the support and the approval of Northern Wittenburg in this matter. I agree what Greater Idaho has done is not the way things should be handled based of ideology.

That is why I would like to offer the 1st Fleet to accompany you on your journey and also help you blockade all enemy ships from Osthia. If you accept it would the sailors in that fleet will be most honored to help.

Sincerely,

Foreign Minister for His Majesty Grand Duke Gustaf

by **Winian Islands** » Mon Mar 21, 2011 5:59 pm

Ville de Winian

As the sun gently blazed over a hot city, ministers and King James were at a meeting.

"As you see here your majesty, Winian Airways uses the jet fuel that we did not approve of, and it emits too much pollution. And-"
"Your point?"
"Well-"
"Your Majesty! Gratislavia has declared war on Osthia" A page yelled.
"Then why the devil are you telling me-"
"It's not even ideology! It's for conquest!"
"Dear lord. Excuse me gentlemen, I'm afraid this meeting has to be cut short."

Le Royaume fédérale de la communication Îles Winian officiel diplomatique
The Federal Kingdom of Winian Islands Official Diplomatic Communication
TO: All nations against Osthia.
Encryption: None.

Dear heavens, what now? Is the war from Greater Idaho not enough? There are several things I can't stand, and that includes large nations that consider not the people, not the freedom or justice, but rather the wealth of resources when conquering. I condemn each and every nation that has decided to join in on this inhumane practice. If permission from Incursus is given, I shall send civilian aid to Osthia in case you tyrants actually decide to use any sort of mass murder on Osthia. Medicines, food, water, tents, blankets, anything that will help. I hope the leaders who actually sleep at night knowing that they're killing innocent people will learn their mistakes. And if they do not, a war trial will be held. Now surely you don't want that, do you?

Chers cieux, et maintenant? Est-ce la guerre du Grand Idaho ne suffit pas? Il ya plusieurs choses que je ne peux pas supporter, ce qui comprend les grands pays qui considèrent pas les gens, pas la liberté ou la justice, mais plutôt la richesse des ressources en conquérant. Je condamne chaque nation qui a décidé de se joindre à cette pratique inhumaine. Si la permission de Incursus est donné, je vais envoyer de l'aide civile à Osthia au cas où vous tyrans effectivement décider d'utiliser toute sorte de masse sur Osthia assassiner. Médicaments, nourriture, eau, tentes, couvertures, tout ce qui va nous aider. J'espère que les dirigeants qui y dormir la nuit sachant que ils tuent des personnes innocentes apprendront de leurs erreurs. Et s'ils ne sont pas, un procès de guerre aura lieu. Maintenant, sûrement vous ne voulez pas, vous faire?

Best Regards,

His Royal Majesty Jami Thomakrei Sayi, High Royal General and Lord of Cann
Sa Majesté Royal Jami Thomakrei Sayi, Haute général Royal et le Seigneur de Cann

by **Reformed Britannia** » Mon Mar 21, 2011 7:23 pm

Rear Admiral Harrington sat quietly in his quarters aboard the HMS Vindictive, the fleet's lead Agamemnon-class carrier, brooding deep within his own thoughts. Task Force Medusa had set out from Port Haven with the intention of securing a lightning victory over what High Command perceived to be a relatively minor threat to Osthian national security-and as they had left the sun-kissed, black sand beaches of the Colte Islands behind them, Harrington had felt confident that his comparatively small task force could strike a decisive blow against the invasion force before it could even get a foothold on Osthian territory. The dual anti-satellite and anti-shipping strikes carried out so efficiently and quickly by the flight of 25 F-1 Dauntless bombers had been merely the first of numerous plans that Harrington had prepared to implement against the Idahoans should they refuse the Britannian ultimatum and continue the invasion of Osthia-it had all been meticulously planned out, right down to even the most minor details.

Victory would have been quick; it would have been easy. The nation of Greater Idaho was certainly not world renowned for its military exploits, and given the lack of a proper cassus belli, it seemed likely that their own soldiers might not be so motivated to go and get shot to pieces on some foreign beach for no reason at all. The soldiers of the BEF, however, would be a different story-as the Task Force loaded up in Port Haven, the soldiers almost universally had smiles and other expressions of good cheer and camaraderie on their faces, perhaps harbouring an almost reckless disregard for the entity known as death. That sight had brought a fierce sense of national pride to Harrington-the notion that he was going abroad to serve his country's interests and to protect the rights of a free people who were falling under attack courtesy of some tinpot communist dictatorship.

If only reality were so kind to the soldiers and sailors of Task Force Medusa, a force which suddenly found itself in the middle of international waters facing a most peculiar dilemma.

What Harrington, for all his foresight, had not expected was the sudden-and overwhelming-show of support for the Idahoan invasion of Osthia. While Harrington knew the Osthians to be a proud people-perhaps boisterously so sometimes-he could never have believed, even in the slightest, that international contempt for Osthia was so high. Further complicating things was the fact that a nation officially allied to Britannia, Gratislavia, was taking part in the invasion of the country.

It was these frustrating little complications in international politics that made Harrington want to pull his hair out. He was but a humble serviceman at heart, and had a serviceman's viewpoint on things-'if it is morally imperative to intervene, then one must do so' was his maxim. And yet, here he was faced with one of the most morally charged situations he'd ever been in, and without the ability to act further.

Task Force Medusa lingered in international waters after receiving the message that the blockade would not allow any ships through; a message that crushed any and all hope of Britannian intervention in the conflict. Confident as he was in his own abilities as a commander, Harrington was something of a realist with regards to military tactics and stratagems, and could plainly see that any attempts to run the blockade would only result in the destruction of Task Force Medusa, as well as the loss of V and VI Corps of the BEF, not to mention a state of war existing between Britannia and numerous powers stronger than it.

With this catch-22 situation in mind, Harrington ordered his junior officers within the task force to come to his office aboard the Vindictive. He knew they would be utterly appalled at what he had to say-but in his heart, he knew what had to be done.

One by one, the officers filed in; commodores and captains for the most part, each and every one resplendent in their Royal Navy dress uniform, many opting to wear their sabres as a sign of rank, authority, and pride. Expecting some grand speech on the campaign to come, the officers were given leave to converse amongst themselves until the last one had arrived, at which point Harrington rose from his feet.

Turning his back on his junior officers-the shame he felt was too much to bear facing them with-Harrington began to speak, his voice exasperated and his shoulders sagging, as if he bore a monumental physical burden.
"Gentlemen," he started, standing up slightly straighter as he did so, "as you may well know, politics...well, it's a sticky business." Turning his head slightly to carefully observe the assembled officers via peripheral vision, he kept his torso facing away from them.

"Incursus, as you know, has placed a blockade on Osthia. Gratislavia, as you know, has also declared war on Osthia. Ralkovia, as I hope to high heaven you know, has also pledged to invade Osthia and bring utter ruin and destruction to its fair lands." Harrington took a step forward, away from the officers, and looked at the pair of crossed Britannian flags which hung at the back of his quarters. The motif of a pair of crossed Britannian flags was a recurring one throughout Britannian culture; such a symbol was meant to instill a sense of pride, purpose, and conviction in the sons and daughters of Britannia, something to remind them that they were a part of what, supposedly, was a truly great nation. Now, Harrington couldn't bear to look at this symbol of national pride for more than a second-the shame within him burned more fiercely than any branding iron, and he closed his eyes.

"What you don't know, however, is that the Incursus blockade has just announced that no more ships will be allowed to traverse the blockade." Though he wasn't facing the officers when he uttered the words, he could practically feel the previously optimistic atmosphere of the room fall completely dead.
"Which means, gentlemen," he continued, clasping his hands firmly behind his back, "we can do nothing to help the people of Osthia. We have no choice anymore." Turning sorrowfully to his junior officers, he allowed them to see the expression of utter defeat on his face, and noted the wide range of emotions displayed on theirs; anger, dismay, shock, and sadness were prevalent.

Taking the opportunity to speak again, Harrington cleared his throat and began to finish addressing the officers who stood stupefied before him.
"Now, believe me, men; there is nothing more I would rather do than try and keep Osthia free. But the fact is, we can't go around getting ourselves involved in war anymore. We have allies who are bound to us-when we go gallivanting off to war, we may wind up drawing them in. And then that nation will have to send their fathers and sons to die for a war that nobody in their country could honestly give a damn about. Moreover, we have allies who are attacking the Osthians as well. We've been allied with Gratislavia longer than we have with Osthia, and as much as I bloody well hate to admit it, the more Gothic allies we have, the better things will be for us in the long run." Harrington's voice nearly cracked; the mix of emotions in the room had plunged instead into complete despair-not for the Britannian task force, but for the Osthian people.

"Now, the Osthians are a strong people. A proud people. But the Ralkovians...the Ralkovians care not for that. They will commit atrocities against the civilian populace of Osthia. But you must understand. We are trading some lives for even more lives, gentlemen. If we try to run this blockade, we will all die, I have no doubt about that. But if we do nothing, then 45,000 Britannian soldiers get to go home to their families, friends, and sweethearts." Leaning forward, with tears seemingly welling up in his eyes, Harrington jabbed his index finger at the almost catatonic-looking officers before him for emphasis.

"That is the choice we have, gentlemen. I sure as shit don't like it. But the nations of Incursus have innocent blood on their hands now. I know that's not much in the way of vengeance...but there's nothing else we can do."

Staggering over to his chair, Harrington slumped down, and cradled his face in his hands, his sadness suddenly replaced by an unyielding fury, a fury brought on by the revelation that despite all the armaments and soldiers at his disposal, he was powerless to do anything to save the Osthian people. Powerless.

One by one, the officers took their leave, and returned to their ships, their spirits battered and broken. Within a few minutes, Task Force Medusa-which had once set out so splendidly from a sunny tropical port with victory on the lips of every sailor and soldier travelling with it-sat idle, unwounded physically, but crippled by shame.

by **Osthia** » Mon Mar 21, 2011 8:03 pm

As Osthians began to panic at the loss of satellites, they had no chance to hear that Britannia, one of Osthia's very first allies, had been forced to withdraw. It was then that Empress Grace released a message from New Azura, one that could ultimately change the tide of war against any possible invaders.

From the Cailene Saharuvermn of New Azura
To the Government of Osthia:
Subject: Blockade

There was a mix-up in the orders. The blockade was to prevent enemies from entering your zone - not to choke your country economically. I do not know what (if anything) that I can do now, but New Azura will personally reimburse you up to $1 Trillion U.S.D. for any and all damages incurred.

At this message, Osthian officials tried to forward the message to Incursus ships. There was still a chance.

by **Itinerate Tree Dweller** » Mon Mar 21, 2011 8:11 pm

The United Roman Empire has no intentions of hostilities toward the people of Osthia. Once active hostilities cease, the humanitarian aid that we have transported within our ships will be distributed to the people of Osthia. This blockade is designed to contain the ongoing hostilities and to prevent them from spreading.

by **Osthia** » Mon Mar 21, 2011 8:30 pm

Montiar wrote:
To: All Nations Involved
From: Allan Wake, advisor to the King of Montiar
Subject: War against Osthia
Encryption Level: Low
After careful consideration and assessment of this conflict his majesty, Lord John Fairfax, has decided to declare a state of war against The Constitutional Empire of Osthia. As we speak the mighty first, second, and third fleets are on route to provide support for the forces of Greater Idaho.

To: Greater Idaho
From: Allan Wake, advisor to the King of Montiar
Subject: Aid
Encryption Level: High
After careful consideration and assessment of this conflict his majesty, Lord John Fairfax, has decided to declare a state of war against The Constitutional Empire of Osthia. As we speak the mighty first, second, and third fleets are on route to provide support for your forces. It is our hope that togethar we can overwhelm the forces of Osthia.

Outside Osthian Waters, Montiar 1st, 2nd, and 3rd Fleets
As he stood at the railing of the supercarrier MNS Imperial Grand Admiral Lord Hood let the breeze flow threw his hair and across his face. It was truly a bueatiful day, it was days like this that made his life in the navy a pleasure, days like this that he could look forward to. But he could only enjoy it while he could, for the coming war with Osthia was fast approaching.

Why he thought, why is it in Montiarian nature to be so quick to jump into foreign conflicts, why must we be so cruel?

But he had no time to think about it now, the Montiarians were nearing Osthian waters, and he had to be ready.

OOC: Well, you first have to get past Incursus's blockade...
IC: (Note, this was before the loss of satellites)
The Osthian nation was not amazed at Montiar's joining against them. They had always had a grudge, but now they knew that any potential enemy was a potential conqueror, something that Osthians all agreed upon. They also agreed on this: should the government be forced to flee, and they were conquered, they would rebel. All of them, hand in hand, would launch a war of their own, a People's War against their conquerors, hopefully to bring in international aid and troops.

by **Centropyge** » Mon Mar 21, 2011 9:39 pm

OFFICIAL MESSAGE FROM EMPEROR FAWKES:

TO: OSTHIA

Greetings.

We completed our surveillance of the initial conflict between Greater Idaho and Osthia, and were considering backing our allies Norfsex and Alexiandra in their mission to aid your nation. However, it now appears that the war has entered a new phase, one that involves forces far greater than our own and against which even our Grand Fleet would stand little chance against. We are not certain whether any of our allies plan on getting involved in this new phase of the conflict, but we are keeping an eye on this to see what transpires.

In a word, then, Incursus appears to be, despite their noble-sounding charter, an aggressive and destructive force bent on your nation's annihilation. Like it or not, even if we sent all of the Royal Navy against them, unless we acted as part of a truly enourmous armada we stand little chance of busting the blockade. We also wonder what it is that your nation may have done to anger them so, and as we do not have enough information about this entire conflict, we will simply have to wait and watch for the time being.

If you have any information that might be of use to us in determining a course of action, however, please do share it.

Respectfully,

His Majesty Emperor Algernon Katarina Fawkes of Centropyge.

by **Saragrossa** » Mon Mar 21, 2011 9:49 pm

OOC: Is this rp taking logistics quite seriously before I post or no? Is there any geography i should know before i enter?

by **Bardust** » Mon Mar 21, 2011 9:53 pm

Izzyshipper wrote:
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Imperial Commonwealth League of Crowns

TO: Belligerents against Osthia
FROM: The Imperial Commonwealth League of Crowns
Subject: Condemnation of the War against Osthia

The Imperial Commonwealth League of Crowns hereby states it utter condemnation and disgust at the unprovoked attack against our fellow monarchical ally Osthia, and hereby asks for an total recall of any military action by Incursus, Ralkovia, Gratislavia, and Idaho against Osthia, and ask for the return of Emperor Ararathor I back into Osthian Soil.

The Imperial Commonwealth League of Crowns shall also offer the all nations involved an neutral territory and mediator to allow the beginnings of peace treaty negotiation. The Commonwealth would also like it to be noted that unless an peace treaty is attempted, then we will have no reservation about supporting and defending the Empire of Osthia, with the Commonwealth Defence Force, which is an collection of military personnel from several sovereign states against these aggressors.

Ministry of Defense, Harmony City, Bardust

His head throbbing as he laid his forehead in his palm, minister struggled to go through the reported that have been piling in his office since early that morning. The Rt Hon. Lord Phillip Wellington, The Viscount Wellington had been the Minister of Defense for just over a year and this was by far his most important moment. The situation in Osthia was getting worst with little sign that of a resolution. He sat in silence as he waited for word from the Prime Minister. Looking out the window down on the families, children and friends out and about on the spring afternoon was calming yet frightening. It was not the business of the empire to enter into war the looked down on it and the government thought little of it. Knowing what he has learned in the past 8hr, Viscount Wellington knew that Bardust has no choice. The aggression against Osthia, a great friend, had to be stopped if it thing would lightly spill over into a mess that would be beyond any one nation to clean up. He knew very well that today, he will change the lives of every Bardustian but if it would be for the better was still in the air.

*KNOCK*KNOCK*KNOCK*

He knew who was at the door. "Coming!" he shouted as she grabbed his files, threw his trench coat over his shoulders, shut the blinds and made his way to the door.

Viscount Wellington took a large breath before he opened the door. It opened to a tall skinny man in a black suit stood at the door, in a very clear tone he recited his message "By the command of Her Imperial Majesty The Empress, you have been summoned to Her Imperial Majesty's Privy Council. You you accept you?"

Viscount Welling nodded and utter "I do."

Normally privy council meeting were much less formal but the nature and discussion of todays session has not regular at all

The men turned and made their way down the long corridor, down the grand stair case. The cool rushed in as the man in black opened the door. Colder then i thought the Viscount thought as the dry leaves blew a cross his feet. On his way to the jet black car that waited for him outside the wind gradually began up pick off fluttering his file papers and thrashing his tail of his trench coat on his legs. The man in black pulled open the car door and shut is fast as the Viscount slid into his seat. Finally calm after the storm, he new very well his was soon to enter a new storm all together.

His care pealed through the city traffic as his police escorts cleared the way. The ride was always relatively short but this time is seemed like seconds instead of minutes. Soon, Viscount Wellingtons car was the last of the vehicles to arrive after a number of them speed off into the distance as they dropped off their occupants.

"We are here" the man up black said as he to a wide turn to the front entrance of the building.

Harmony Palace, Harmony City, Bardust

"Welcome Sir" the footman greeted the Viscount into the palace "Everyone has already arrived, the Empress shall be down shortly, i suggest you make hast"

"Thanks you" he handed his coat to a maids that stood at the door taking personal items for safekeeping

Not a far walk at all, he looked down the long corridor leading the the chambers. The path seemed unbearable, the picture framed in gold were of no concern to him just getting to the chambers were not then enough to worry about at that time.

"The password, Sir?" the second footman at the chamber doors question the Viscount

"Ummm yes ummm..." we paused for a moment "umm...Old Cats on the lands of the sea"

"Welcome" he pulled open the great oak doors

Viscount Wellington entered the room to meet it packed with just every senior government official he could name. From the Director of General of the National Library to former Prime Ministers and even members of the imperial family the chamber was pass capacity. An air concerned dominated the room, Viscount Wellington only felt it get worst as people realized that he, as Minister of Defense, had finally arrived.

*KNOCK*KNCOK*KNOCK*

the same footman that asked for the passed word struck a solid gold staff on the floor three times. The soome soon took their seating knowing very well what was to come next

HER IMPERIAL MAJESTY THE EMPRESS! he cried

Visible saddened Empress Olivia made her way to her seat. the head bowing as she passed.

"My lords, ladies and gentlemen, we have convened her this afternoon to come to a unified front unconcerning the situation in Osthia. AS of early yesterday morning, I have become privy to the invasion of Osthia by Incursus. My lords, I have rested by governance to you good judgment, yes share you thought....."

The room was cold not a person wanted to even talk about the problems in Osthia

"Your majesty if you will?" The Rt Hon. Albert Linton, Minister of Foreign Affairs took to his feet

"yes Mr.Linton" he nodded her head encouraging the minister to speak

"You imperial majesty, my lords as you are all aware, Osthia has be the subject to an attack. Now, as an important ally the situation in Osthia has been my the top priority of my office. According to our embassy in the region, Osthia is out numbered. Currently, the Imperial Commonwealth has issued an statement in support of Osthia but nothing beyond that BUT Lord Oliver has told me that the Commonwealth Council is in the process of voting on what action to take. Due to the close ties between The Quendi and Osthia, The Quendi has issued an unilateral force to Osthia separate form the commonwealth. Your majesty and lords, It is with my good and sound judgment that we intervene. The fall of the Osthia is a direct attack on the commonwealth and that of Bardust..."

Dame Sandra Johnston, Director-General of Bardust Trade Commissioner quickly shut down the Minister of Foreign Affairs "Othsia has brought this upon themselves" she spat of with vigor "Why must be but our people of the line Osthia wishes for attack a manner which provokes the international community. With all sure respect you majesty, this is not our battle"

it was at that point that council seemed split. As much people nodded in agreement also scoffed in shock over the Dame's remarks. The debate and even shout flew back and forth. The once dignified chamber turned into a hall of stress and anguish as the fate of Osthia was still yet to be decided upon.

Finally Viscount Wellington took to his feet and the room went silent. Altogether the council at the Viscount shifted their eyes to the Prime Minister and then back the Empress. Every knew that it was in that triangle that the final decision was to be made.

"My trusted minister, speak" the Empress welcomed him to take the floor

"Your majesty and friends, I fear that they only thing we accomplish by sitting here in debate is the success of our enemies. I the reality is that these power that seek the destruction of Osthia will not stop. There armies will moved closer and closer until it is too late. A fall of Osthia only makes the fall of Bardust more of a reality. The Commonwealth Defense Council has convened..."

The room gasped, everyone knew that the commonwealth has never had to take such measure ever before. The seriousness of the situation soon became very real

"..military action is our last hope." He bowed and took his

The Empress took a long pause a blank star fell over her eyes. The council stood still. Finally, she slowly turned her and looked to her right where the Prime Minister stood. The nod of Prime Minister Sir Martin Crow sealed the deal

"My lords, after the care deliberation and convene of this most noble council it choice has become clear. I, Empress Olivia of the Empire of Bardust declare that a state of war shall be made between all those that wish harm and ill fate on to Osthia. My the blessing of god be on you as we prepare for battle."

With that the Empress jumped fromher seat and with her Prime Minister by her said raced to Parliament to authorize the state of war.

Her Imperial Majesty's Most Noble Privy Council and Honourable Government

Ministry of Defense

TO: The aggressors against the Constitutional Empire of Osthia
FROM: The Empire of Bardust

As of today, the Empire of Bardust formally declares a state of war towards the aggressors of Osthia. The victim of unwarranted attack, Osthia always been a nation of respect and care for its people. Effective immediately, Her Imperial Majesty The Empress of Bardust calls for the removal retreat of all violent force from Osthian waters. The Incursus has shown to the evil in this equation.

Signed,
The Rt. Hon. Philip Wellington, Viscount Wellington
Minister of Defense

by **Hydrenia** » Mon Mar 21, 2011 11:47 pm

OOC: Had to pull out one nation, so I'm putting Hydrenia in there instead. I am confident that the Royal Hydrenian Armed Forces can hold their own in a firefight.

IC: In formal response to the unwarranted aggression by the Communists of Greater Idaho and their thuggish allies against Osthia, Baron Callas, Regent of Hydrenia, has called Parliament into an early session and asked for an official declaration of war against Greater Idaho.

The new Parliament was only too eager to oblige. The National Assembly voted 595 to 5 for war, and the Senate voted 99-1 in favor of it. Only the remaining Communist sympathizers in Parliament voted against war.

Accordingly, a force of 17 Army divisions, 3 Marine divisions, 20 regular submarines, 8 attack submarines, 12 destroyers, 16 transports, 21 torpedo boats, 9 cruisers, 6 aircraft carriers, and 3 battleships, plus 600 aircraft, is being mobilized for war, though it will take up to two days to complete the mobilization process and begin sending it to the Osthian Front.

Will there be available ports, still controlled by Osthian or other friendly forces, where the Royal Hydrenian Expeditionary Force can dock and commence combat operations? General Christodoulos Evander, Supreme Commander of the RHEF, hopes so.....otherwise, all of this effort is placed at risk of failure.

by **Centropyge** » Tue Mar 22, 2011 12:36 am

SHORT MISSIVE FROM THE ADMIRALTY:

TO: NATIONS SUPPORTING OSTHIA

Greetings. We would like to advise that any nations sending a naval force to defend Osthia consider banding together to attempt to force their way through the Incursus blockade together; otherwise, we fear they will simply destroy your fleets piecemeal. Should a grand attempt be made to challenge the blockade, we may join such an effort with what units we can still spare.

Regards,

First Sea Lord Jackie Fischer II

by **Hydrenia** » Tue Mar 22, 2011 1:07 am

Centropyge wrote:SHORT MISSIVE FROM THE ADMIRALTY:

TO: NATIONS SUPPORTING OSTHIA

Greetings. We would like to advise that any nations sending a naval force to defend Osthia consider banding together to attempt to force their way through the Incursus blockade together; otherwise, we fear they will simply destroy your fleets piecemeal. Should a grand attempt be made to challenge the blockade, we may join such an effort with what units we can still spare.

Regards,

First Sea Lord Jackie Fischer II

Admiral Countess Sosipatra....to First Sea Lord Fischer....

Sounds good to us. Count us in.

All Hydrenian ships are being redirected to a grand juggernaut to quash the blockade once and for all. Blockades, after all, are by definition acts of war.

by **Atlanza** » Tue Mar 22, 2011 1:45 am

In his office at AFB Green, President John Miller and Secretary of Defence John Nolan looked at the red folder he had just read on his desk. It was labeled TOP SECRET, and was about a war currently raging on in a nation called Osthia. Atlanza needed military allies, and Miller had decided this would acheive just that. They stood quietly for a minute, then walked out of the office and toward the Command Room.

1 week later...
5 Carrier Strike Groups (CSGs) were cruising toward Osthia, ready for war. These CSGs were deadly, especially the legendary 501st SOCSG Delta Eagles. Each contained:
1 Aircraft Carrier, 4 Destroyers, 7 Cruisers, 6 Attack Submarines, 2 Nuclear Submarines, 2 Refueling Ships, 9 Amphibious Assault Ships, and 500 Landing crafts. They had 40 Fighters, 35 bombers, 25 Transport Helicopters, 40 Attack Helicopters, 56 Utility Helicopters, 3 refueling Aircraft, and 2 AWACS Planes. It contained 4000 troops, 2200 naval personnel, 1000 pilots/airmen, and 700 technitians. In the Delta Eagles CSG, instead of marines or soldiers, there were Eagles, or special forces soldiers who were highly trained, highly experienced warriors, armored and armed to the core and hanpicked from the best. Each had Advanced Atlanzian Combat Armor, an ATAW-2 Individual Combat Weapon System, or ICWS for short, a variety of knives, including 5 throwing knives, and a ATAW-334 Personal Defence Weapon System (a .50 calibre pistol). They had expert aim, listened to commands, can, and will work in any conditions, are extremely covert, can kill in any way they want, and live by the motto "Serving for your country is great, but for it, is better"

by **Blademasters765** » Tue Mar 22, 2011 2:05 am

OOC:Tagged for catch up and post

by **Centropyge** » Tue Mar 22, 2011 2:11 am

OOC: Just discovered this OOC thread. Didn't know there was one until I ran across it just now.

http://forum.nationstates.net/viewtopic.php?f=5&t=102452

A must read for anyone involved, IMHO...myself included.

IC: Hydrenia has agreed to join us in a potential multinational cruise to Osthia, in their support. Any other nations want in? Because the Emperor has not yet authorized military action in this crisis, keep in mind that we are still in the planning stage. The Empire is still trying to understand the motives for this war and what the goals of the various belligerents are. We apologize if we end up taking no action, and have no hard feelings if other nations choose to sail without us.

by **New Azura** » Tue Mar 22, 2011 5:14 am

An Official Communiqué From The
HOLY CAILENE EMPIRE OF AZURA
"Nous Sommes La Lumière Qui Conquiert Votre Iniquité."

Classified "Top Priority" All Channels!

Attn:The Nation of Greater Idaho
From:The Foreign Ministry of the Holy Cailene Empire of New Azura
Date:Tuesday, the Twenty-Second of March, Two Thousand and Eleven.
Subj:Declaration of Punitive Military Action

To All Nations:

On Monday night, the Saeculum (National Parliament) of the Holy Cailene Empire of Azura met with one purpose in mind: to draft a resolution of condemnation for your blatant hostilities and your move to push the world to the brink of catastrophe. In the process, we have begun reviewing our treaty commitments to the great and noble Incursus Organization, and feel as though the time has come for more direct actions. While we have instructed the belligerent parties—ye destroyers of the world—to abandon your conquests, you have steadfastly refused. Thus, we inform you of the Beast you have awoken.
The Holy Cailene Empire is the true destroyer of worlds. We have gone to bed with our fair share of sins, knowing the blood that we shall never truly wash from our hands. Yet we have sought to make atonement for our grievous acts by forming the Incursus Organization, to ensure that other nations will not follow in our bloody path. Such was the hope of our idealists, who sought to ensure the safety and security of all mankind. Fate, it would seem, has produced a road block in the form of your pitiful band, Greater Idaho. And thus it came to pass, that the full wrath and furious malice came to fall upon your nation. You have brought out the old warriors locked away inside the dark chasms of the abyss, which should have never been opened.
We are the cursed, the iniquities which have come to visit you for your transgressions against mankind. We are the harbingers of death—the vicious fates that chant SCREAM! while you writhe in everlasting torments, ye amongst the damned! Alas, nations of the world—Babylon is fallen! Weep not for the nation of Greater Idaho, for the Azuran Empire shall cull it from the ranks of the wicked and the diseased. Greater Idaho, you have cursed yourself to everlasting fire. We shall rain down Hell upon you. And when we strike with great intent, you will know that we are the VINDICATION of all those you have oppressed, when we lay our VENGEANCE upon thee.
Your judgment draweth nigh. We are coming.

As it is done in Heaven, so shall it be done on Earth.

By the Hand of His Majesty the Great and Noble Achæon of the Holy Cailene Empire
Caius Anaximander IV
The Supreme Potentate of the Métropolitain and Glorious Imperator of the Cosmopolite
Faithful Sovereign and Virtuous Defender of the Empire of the Holy Cailene Church,
Pius Felix Princeps Altrix, Nobilissimus et Imperium Maius et Imperator Destinatus

Appointed Most Dread Regent by the Grace of the Lord God over Métropolitain Azura,
Her Principal Territories, the sovereign Region of Asavona, and Cosmopolite Azura, Being Amielem, Azuran Samoa, Balel, Feivar, the Harrington Nations, Hohenzollern Germany, the Indonesian Cameroons, Indonesian East Africa, Indonesian India, Indonesian Rhodesia, Mianeseire, New Helenkaern, Ozanria, Peresaea and Sarancini, Rahido, Setyoutomo, the East Azuran Union, Vale Crucis, Xantevonen and Xosen

The Great Flag of the Azuran Empire

Pius Felix Princeps Altrix

The Great Azuran Banner

The Great Flag of the Achæon Lineage

Nobilissimus et Imperium

The Crest of Anaximander IV

Composed In Good Faith And With Firm Resolve; A Benediction From Achæon Anaximander IV,
Let It Be Noted On The Twenty-Second of March In The Year Of Our Lord Two Thousand Eleven.

His Majesty the Great Achæon
Anaximander IV, Sovereign Defender of
the Holy Cailene Empire of Azura

by **Of the Quendi** » Tue Mar 22, 2011 5:25 am

International Waters Nearing the Incursus Blockade
MIS Res Publica, the Fourth Imperial Quendi Fleet, The Imperial Quendi Navy
Under the Command of Arch Navarch Prince Althanas Alcedina of the Quendi

Aboard the bridge of the MIS Res Publica, the massive Longsword class flagship of the Fourth Fleet, the mood grew somber to say the least as Althanas read the letter from the Imperial Navy of the United Roman Empire. An optimist at heart the young arch navarch had never seized to believe that Osthia could be saved from the agressors threatening her. But with the letter from the roman admiral it would appear that it would not be so.

As unable as incapable to admit defeat as any other quendi officer Althanas had summoned his staff, the people's commissioner and the arch strategos in charge of the ground forces to a meeting aboard the MIS Res Publica to find a solution. "We could ignore it and hope they are bluffing." Nos-Fëanáro suggested with a shrug implicating that he didn't support the idea himself. Althea shook her head in disbelief. Sitting a bit away from the staff officers she was keeping one eye on the proceedings and another on the ever changing political environment in the Borremeo Palace. "Unless you think we have counter missiles and counter torpedo's enough to repel an attack I would not advise such a confrontational approach to this crisis." She said without looking up from her laptop where the ongoing current of repports, memos, statements etc. from the capital, courtesy of his most imperial highness, came.

The people's commissioner shrugged again. "We could try to send our submarines through the blockade. At low speed and great deepth they will be difficult to discover." He suggested. For a moment Althanas was tempted to agree. Like nos-Fëanáro he was not used to sitting with his hands in his lap and wanted nothing more then to pass through the blockade and drive the idahoans from osthian soil forever. The inability to act was almost unberable to the young officer. But despite his limited interest, and talent, in the political intrigues that unfolded in Charn he was well aware of the disaster having the Incursus discover but a single sub would be to the Quendi, politically and militarily. Besides there where no real military value of sailing subs into osthian waters. "We can't, its to risky. As much as I dislike it at the moment we can do nothing." Althanas said greatly saddened by his inability to come to the aid of the osthians. Incursus had much to answer for.

Putting aside her laptop princess Althea sighed. As always she would have to deal with things herself. "The way I see it the only thing we can do right now is to stay outside the blockade and prepare for the arrival of the forces of Ralkovia. In the mean time we must make contact with the Phoenix Throne and ask for new orders." The princess said. She knew very well that it was considered inappropriate for armed forces to make contact with the high command once an order was issued. The peculiar military types, her brother included, for some reason prefered to improvise rather then to ask for new orders when a given scenario changed. An absurdity in Althea's oppinion.

As she had predicted the officer's didn't seem thrilled at her proposal. Althea caught her brother's eyes to persuade him to go against his natural inclination towards not involving the high command, whether it was the Senate or the Phoenix Throne, in the running of the armed forces. Not able to resist the insisting gaze of his sister, and his own logical deductions for that matter, Althanas sighed. "Very well then. I will contact the Prince-Regent and request orders." He said picking up a phone.

The Sacred Lands of Aman
The Empress Cora Office, the Borremeo Palace, The Imperial City of Charn
La Imperium Populi Quendorum, The Greater Quendi Co- Prosperity Sphere

"Thank you for letting me know arch navarch. I will contact you as soon as possible. May Ulumō and Tulukastāz preserve you and the Fourth." Athal said ending the phone call. The Empress Cora Office fell silent as the phone call ended. All of the assmbled had heard the news. The Fourth would not be able to reach the osthian shores. Athal looked around the hexagonal room at his and his cousins aides seeing his own disappointment on their faces.

Princess Aleera was probarbly the most disappointed of all. It had been her decision to enter the Imperial Commonwealth thus formalizing ties with the Empire of Osthia. She was however not impressed by the osthian actions in regards to the conflict. Her grand nephew's, the emperor, decision to surrender himself had shown complete lack of situation analysis and empress Grace Vurrel had so far not shown herself a capable ruler, on the contrary. With Arathor a prisonner of war there where no point to stay in the conflict except the ties to the Imperial Commonwealth.

"So, what are we going to do?" Aleera asked with hopelessness and loose in her trembling voice. Athal looked up from the computer in front of him and over on his cousin. She looked beautiful as always but her saddness and the lights from the Mingtang shining on her through the massive gilded windows of the office gave her an almost otherwordly beauty and frailty. "Have faith Anairë." The Prince-Regent said standing up and giving his cousin a hug. "We are not without options yet little one." He said giving her a kiss on the forehead before taking his seat again.

For a moment no one said anything and everyone keept their intention towards the young Prince-Regent. "So the romans wont let us go through their illegal blockade." Athal said thinking out loud as something the resembled a plan was crafted in his mind. "Perhaps we should test their resolve to uphold it then? Order our hospital ships to continue towards Osthia if they are attacked at least we wont have to consider the moral repercussions of engaging Incursus vessels even if the military repercussions will be even greater if they do attack medical ships. If we loose those ships we have suffered no real defeat whereas we will have revealled Incursus as nothing more than imperialistic thugs with complete disregard for all international laws. If on the other hand the ships get through we win a PR victory and will be able to help the osthians. Its basically a win win situation." The more he spoke the more the Prince-Regent liked the plan. Simple as it was it would be a great way to defy the Incursus and its illegal blockade without risking to much.

Aleera didn't seem to be convinced though. As much as she wanted to help the osthians and show the Incursus that it's mob intimidation didn't scare princes of the Alcedina she was also far from willing to endanger hospital ships just to prove a point. Eventually the teenage girl would no doubt grow up to be a magnificent prince but all her arrogance and pomposity aside the princess was still not able to throw away millions of innocent lives for the honor of her name. "The romans only want to disable the rudders on ships entering the blockade. It may not be particularly tactful to disable anything on a hospital ship but it is still quite possible that they will do it anyway." The princess said stating her worries. Athal shrugged indifferently. The ten year that separted the two princes had made his compassion for his people, and people in general, take a second seat compared to honor. "If they disable hospital ships on route to a warzone where there is an acute need for medical staff then they are indirectly murdering wounded osthians and idahoans in need of doctors. Besides there is always the chance that they accidentaly sink one of the hospital ships instead of disabling it. I am willing to take the risk." The Prince-Regent said.

Aleera was just about to give her oppinion but then Athal raised his finger. "But first things first. Let us give peace and diplomacy one last chance." He said before turning to Aleera's secretary, and his one night stand, Silderién. "I am going to write to the belligerents of this conflict and attempt to reach a compromise of some sort. Even if it is rejected it will at least make it clear who the warmongers are, if there was ever any doubt." Gesturing to the secretary the Prince-Regent began dictating the communique

Official Communiqué of La Imperium Populi Quendorum

In Nomine Imperatoris Populique

To: The belligerents of the ongoing blockade and conflict between the states of Osthia and Greater Idaho
CC: Those whom it may concern
From: La Imperium Populi Quendorum
Subject: Peace
Encryption: Moderate

Medama's and Mesire's,

How did it come to this I ask you? When did the International Community become infested by such grotesque warmongering regimes as the ones that has eagerly and without a semblence of a casus belli thrown their armed forces against a peace loving nation such as the Empire of Osthia? When did diplomacy and peace conferences become dated archaic terms from a more glorious and just past?

The People and Senate of the Quendi has watched with great saddness as nations, many of which has had no prior relations with Osthia, has been all to eager to impose or support a destructive blockade preventing even the most basic neccesities such as food and medicine from reaching osthian ports. All because a communist dictatorship declared war for ideological reasons. The People and Senate weep for the many peaceful capitalist nations of this world that must now tremble in fear of being blockaded should they be unjustly declared war on by a tinpot socialist dictator.

While it is a rare war where it can truthfully be said that one side is good and the other evil this appear to be one such situation. A peaceful nation was attacked by a rogue state without a valid casus belli and many major powers rushed to the aid of the agressor imposing a blockade after the rogue state had landed its forces thus in effect supporting the rogue state by denying the allies of the defending nation entrance into the territorial waters of the defending nation.

The rightous anger this has caused the People and Senate, always willing to support the rights of even the weakest of states against even the greatest of powers, knowns no boundaries. While our decaying state may not be a threat to great empires as the ones that like vultures has brought Osthia to its knees we will not be the subject of mob intimidation or bullying from no states be it indeed a thousand times the size of the realm of the Quendi.

Thus to the states of the Incursus I has this to say; since the end of the fourth isolation of the Quendi the People and Senate has rejoiced knowing that no matter how dark the international climate would grow and no matter how many attrocities the lesser statec comit against one another there would be a few select great powers working to maintain the dignity and grace of the International Community. The People and Senate has always admired and respected nations such as New Azura, Anagonia-Yohannes, Itinerate Tree Dweller and Grays Harbor. Some of you we have called allies, some of you friends. All of you have been the subject of our reveration and even affection for the dignity with which you have conducted yourself in the International Community.

It is therefore twofold saddening for the People and Senate to watch not only as a nation whose only crime is not being communist is under attack from the worst scum of the earth but perhaps even more saddening is the stance which the nations of Incursus has taken in this conflict. Alas if the great will not be just then that task must fall to the meager. Thus the People and Senate hereby declares its intent to order 29 hospital ships of the Quendi Fourth Fleet to break the ongoing blockade of the Empire of Osthia. These hospital ships, which I give you my word transport no weapons with the exception of scalpels and other medical equipment that can serve as weapons but which purpose is not to take life but preserve it, will be clearly marked as such and will be willing to undergo inspection. But make no mistake about it they will not stop. I will leave it to your conscious to decide if you wish to attack such ships but know this. History will be the judge of you where no small state can. When the history books about this era is written they can describe the Incursus as an organization devoted to the sinking of unarmed hospital ships, intruding on other nations sovereignity and holding its hand under vile dictators. Out of the respect the People and Senate still maintains towards your nation I beg you let it not be so. Do not debase your noble states by such behavior.

To the nations of Greater Idaho, Gratislavia and Ralkovia the People and Senate say this. There will come a day where you too shall know the fear of seeing foreign soldiers storm your lands, rape your woman, enslave your children and kill your men. There will come a day when the International Community will held you accountable for the actions you have taken in this conflict. There will come a day when you cannot hide behind the misguided, but no doubt well intended, actions of organizations such as the Incursus. On that day you will know a mercy that you do not deserve and would have never shown. The People and Senate hereby urge you all to rethink your agression against a peaceloving state such as the Empire of Osthia.

To our allies, to osthians, britanians, bardustians etc. The People and Senate rejoices knowing that there are still just and rightous nations in the world. May all gods and demi gods preserve thee and bless thee brave crusaders of justice. The People and Senate is honored to fight alongside a coalition of brave states that will not be subjects to intimidation of great powers.

Nations of the World. Belligerents of the osthian war. It has been proposed before and should it be rejected it will no doubt be proposed again. Yet if I where to write a hundred or a thousand communiqués calling for peace in order for this greatest of gifts to be reached then so be it. The Empire of Osthia has called for peace and shown a will to negotiate. The allies of Osthia has supported such measures. I ask now the Incursus and the states of Greater Idaho, Gratislavia and Ralkovia to consider the following. For what do you fight? For land? For power? For wealth? If it is indeed these things that drive you then I doubt a peace conference will be succesful but if Incursus speaks the truth when it says it desires peace then let action show this. I, Athal Alcedina, Keeper of the Mandate of Heaven, Protector of the Quendisphere, Aide to the Phoenix Throne, Light of the Quendi etc. hereby implores all of the belligerents to come to Charn for this matter to be solved peacefully or, at the very least, to discuss the rules of the war of which the most important in my oppinion is no nuclear attacks. If I cannot make you come to Charn for peace then at least consider if your missile defenses is really as impregnable as you would like them to be.

Let us give peace one final chance. Let the Incursus bring forth its demands to Osthia, let the agressors bring forth their claims and demands. Let us talk and, if at all possible, resolve this conflict without the dead of hundred of millions of civilians.

This being the spoken will of the People and Senate of the Quendi. May the stars shine upon the People and Senate. May Heaven preserve the Phoenix Throne. Long live the Sundavaer. Etc. Etc.

Sincerely yours
HMIH Athal Alcedina
Prince-Regent of the Provisional Government
La Imperium Populi Quendorum and the Greater Quendi Co- Prosperity Sphere

In Nomine Imperatoris Populique
In the name of the emperor and people

The Office of High Representative Aleera Alcedina-Aquilaine
The Borremeo Palace
The Imperial City of Charn
La Imperium Populi Quendorum
The 21st day 1499 ABY

Approved of by the Tetrarchs
HMIH Arabella Alcedina
HE Rillian Raa Xanthi
HVE Alesia Alcedina
HRH Ilion Miolandra

"You really think that will work?" Aleera asked sceptically reading the communiqué. Athal shrugged. "Only one way to find out isn't there. Besides I can't imagine that the Incursus actually consider having their ships lie of the coast of Osthia a succes criteria for their involvement. They must be in this conflict for something and if they want it they will have to present their wishes." The Prince-Regent said nodding to Silderién to send the communiqué to all the states involved in the conflict. Aleera nodded. She agreed in regards to Incursus. Unlike her cousin her respect for the nations in the Incursus was still relatively great and she couldn't make herself believe that the Incursus could be cruel enough to just establish a blockade to starve Osthia. "Incursus may have terms but Ralkovia doesn't. That barbarian realm desires only land, dead and destruction. Gratislavia and Greater Idaho probarbly have similar goals. They will never negotiate." The princess said with all her disgust for the three nations in her voice. It was not long ago since Gratislavia and La Imperium Populi had been allies of convenience and now Aleera was tempted to order the Forth Fleet to change course and attack the catholic imperium.

"If the pro osthian side and Incursus can reach an agreement the axis of the valaraukar will be forced to acknowledge that agreement." Athal declared even though he was not as persuaded as he sounded. "Besides if Incursus would just remain neutral I have no doubt that the pro osthian side would be able to defeat Greater Idaho, Gratislavia and even Ralkovia. All we need is to make an agreement with the Incursus and then ..."

Suddenly Athal fell quiet as six lictors in full livery and with their fasces held forth entered the Empress Cora Office going into strict salutation position shouting their motto "Senatus Populusuque Quendorum." with their right hands helding forth their fasces and their left held up in a salute. The six senate guards where followed by a tall dark clad man in the robe of a kritokrat. Flanked by the six lictors the man gave a very slight nod towards the Prince-Regent. "Greetings your most imperial highness. I am Findaráto Ingoldo nos-Ondolindë, Kritokrat of the Grand Tribunal and you are hereby arrested for high treason, sedition, rebellion, conspiracy, for attempting a coup d'etat, for endangering the lives and wellbeing of quendi citizens, for endangering the property of the People and Senate, for corruption, for grosse abuse of power, for majestic insult and for heresy. These are but a few of the charges raised against your most imperial highness."

Athal smiled, he had not even in his wildest dreams assumed that the Senate would be mad enough to arrest him. Taking a step left to ensure that the kritokrat and the lictors when looking at him would have the view of the luminated Mingtang before their mortal eyes the Prince-Regent arrogantly replied. "Is that so kritokrat Ingoldo? In your case I would be careful about making so grave accusations towards a prince of the third degree. After all my office is sacrosanct."

The cold hearted kritokrat for a moment hesitated as the Prince-Regent stepped before the window being luminated by the light from the Mingtang as the divine being he almost was. Fanatically obedient to the law and the Grand Tribunal as he was the kritokrat was not untouched by the sight of the Mingtang, the heart of the nation, behind the Prince-Regent. He then reminded himself that the Prince-Regent was a criminal and that even Prince-Regents where subject to the People and Senate. "The Grand Tribunal and the Senate has unanimously voted to let you face trial at a People's Court here in Charn Imperia I. Will you follow us freely or must I use force." The kritokrat insisted with a slightly shaky voice. Both he and the lictors where uncomfortable with arresting the Prince-Regent depite their complete loyality towards the Courts and the Senate respectively.

For a moment Athal feelt a little surprised that the vote was unanimously. He couldn't help but think of Selindara. The Prince-Regent couldn't deny that he feelt a sting of pain knowing that she had not defended him in the Senate. Perhaps he should have sent her some flowers? He then shrugged. If the roles had been reversed he would not have defended her either. "Just a minutte kritokrat then I will follow you." Athal said before turning to Aleera ignoring the man. He leaned in as to kiss her on the cheek and whispered. "Send that communiqué and order the hospital ships forward. This changes nothing and they can't arrest you for obeying my orders before I have been convicted." He then gave the worried looking young princess her kiss on the cheek and turned towards the kritokrat. "Shall we?" He asked rhetorically with a polite gesture before marching out of the room leaving the kritokrat and the lictors to follow behind him.

International Waters Nearing the Incursus Blockade
MIS Estë, the Fourth Imperial Quendi Fleet, The Imperial Quendi Navy
Under the Command of Arch Navarch Prince Althanas Alcedina of the Quendi

Aboard the MIS Estë the crew was in a dark mood. While few of them really believed that the Incursus would try to attack the hospital ships of the Fourth Fleet one didn't end up on a quendi hospital ship without a deep compassion for the weak and wounded. Where wars tended to cause great enjoyment aboard the warships where soldiers believed that once the People and Senate deployed its troops then the cause would be just and worth fighting for. While the same was to a limited extent the case aboard hospital ships the doctors, nurses and even sailors where almost without exception pacifists who hated the thought of war because they had seen the consequences of such strife.

But despite their aversion to wars one would be a fool to assume that the compliment aboard a quendi hospital ship where cowards. On the contrary the medical teams of all quendi military branches where often the ones that displayed the greatest courage of all when, with complete disregard for their own live, they pushed forth unarmed through warzones to reach wounded soldiers or civilians. With an equal amount of respect and teasing the soldiers of the quendi armed forces often joked about the medical teams of the Quendi being more willing to die in order to save an enemy soldier then the enemy soldiers themselves.

It was such with little worry and no regret that the twenty nine hospital ships of the Fourth Fleet broke out from the main force and began sailing towards Osthia.

Posts · by **Yohannes** » Tue Mar 22, 2011 7:16 am

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HIRM Longsword.
Anagonia-Yohannes Blockade fleet.
International waters outside Osthia.

The Longsword-class mobile fortress held still, calmly unmoving whilst maintaing its role within the combined-blockade operation jointly-led by the Anago-Yohannesian, United Roman, and Harberian fleets within the international water and exclusive economic zone throughout the sea surrounding the Osthian territorial sovereignty. In case of a possibility of engagement, over twenty of these assault ships, protected by over three thousand combat vessels within the combined Imperial and Royal Fleet, would simultaneously proceed to utilise its collection of over four thousand of the endoatmospheric interceptor LY4031 missiles for each Longsword, with each of the said mobile fortress dispersed throughout the three thousand by approximate immediate combat vessels, so as to increase the successfulness and chance in terms of percentage associated with the objective.

This would disable any possible early warning aircraft jammers from up to a thousand kilometres, which in addition to this and to reinforce the said blockade in the Osthian exclusive economic zone, in the case of any possible Osthian and/or any Osthian-allied strikes from inland and the coastline, multiple hellion cruise missiles would be launched towards the immediate vicinity of any possible enemy line's general direction, from a range of up to two thousand kilometers, and a range of eight hundred kilometers inland.

Numerous important and indispensable strategic military Greater Idahoian and its associated anti-air radar installations, missiles launchers, coastal military installations, and various other strictly militarily-natured facilities and bases within range of the twenty monstrous mobile sea fortress's power projectile range of operation would be hit indiscriminately within the vicinity of the coastal designated target of the Armed Communist State of Greater Idaho, and with a ferocity unknown previously to the Osthians and many of its allies.

Finishing his thought upon himself calmingly, the time has finally come, Diponegoro realised;

"Admiral, shall we proceed with the show of power projectile warning..?", called his immediate onboard command personnel.

And came the reply; "we shall.."

"Permission granted, commence launches of show-of-power-projectile-warning, as planned"

Around the decks of over twenty Longswords in the scattered formation of over nine thousand-strong ships of the Anago-Yohannesian Imperial and Royal High Seas fleet within the Anago-Yohannesian sector of the blockading line, located just within the western zone of the Illustrious United Roman blockading zone, multiple array and various swishing missiles fired off into the immediate Osthian water line, turning steadily inward towards the Osthian coastal areas and immediate beachhead, territorial areas, and saturated indiscriminately towards various identified tactical perimeters and field of operations held by the Greater Idahoian armed forces.

Wave after wave of indiscriminate missiles were fired off, the skies above turned into a glaring patchwork of rainbow and the sound of hellish fury itself screamed notoriously with a defeaning and utter shrieking terror to any living things within the immediate vicinity of the strictly military-targetted operation. Five minutes, ten minutes, thirty minutes, wave after wave of the shooting stars came from not just the twenty Longsword mobile fortresses, but now also supported by the approximately over three thousand strong combat vessels of the vaunted and feared Anago-Yohannesian Imperial and Royal High Seas Fleet.

Approximately one hour later, the firework stopped, and the deafening sound of fury has receded, followed by an empty feeling of nothingness throughout the immediate horizon. The power projectile warning objective had been accomplished. However, as the name suggested, the said demonstration of power of over twenty Longswords, two hundred and sixty Ark Royals, and over 9,000 vessels of the Anago-Yohannesian Imperial and Royal High Seas Fleet was initiated only to demonstrate the power projectile capability and spectrum dominance and combat overmatch of the immediate Anago-Yohannesian fleet within their respective side of the Incursus blockade to reinforce their own blockade. The vaunted and feared Imperial and Royal High Seas Fleet's reputation has finally returned. The beast has awoken once more. Amusing indeed, Diponegoro thought to himself. "By pouring just a tiny bit and spectacle of demonstration upon our naval prowess, and throwing the weight at the empty sea, and not the enemy themselves, the psychological effect alone would indeed be devastating". Three of the mobile fortress Longsword superdreadnought alone could desolate a whole spreading area of demographical standing.

All of that, magnified monstrously in a fleet comprising of over twenty Longsword-class Superdreadnoughts, two hundred and sixty Ark Royal-class carriers, and over nine thousand combat and non-combat vessels alike.

It was then that he heard the hurried sound of foot coming towards him.

"Admiral, the United Roman has sent us a message..!"

Itinerate Tree Dweller wrote:The United Roman Empire has no intentions of hostilities toward the people of Osthia. Once active hostilities cease, the humanitarian aid that we have transported within our ships will be distributed to the people of Osthia. This blockade is designed to contain the ongoing hostilities and to prevent them from spreading.

Surprised, his eyes widened by the beginning of this latest report, Admiral Diponegoro seized the letter straight away, and read upon the full content of the said letter. And so it seems, he thought to himself, that this would merely be an indiscriminate blockading mission directed not just at the Osthian, but at all movable naval formations within the vicinity of the exclusive economic zone and immediate blue water blockade. Well surely, he thought to himself, the previous showing of power projectile prowess would help to reinforce the strength and numerous number of formations operation in this blockade, psychologically.

To : Admiral James Andrews. Imperial Navy of the United Roman Empire
From : Admiral Diponegoro. Imperial and Royal High Seas Fleet. Empire of Anagonia-Yohannes

Comrade

We have received your latest telegram and hereby we are promising the full fact indeed that we shall enforce and assist the United Roman Imperial Navy upon any operation it wishes to commence. Hereby we are informing you that the Imperial and Royal High Seas Fleet and its associated detached formations has accomplished a saturated missile strikes directed at any detected anti-air radar installations, missiles launchers, coastal military installations, and various other strictly militarily-natured facilities within our range belonging to the communist scourge known to mankind as the Idahoian state.

May god have mercy on all nations attempting to bypass the Incursus blockade of the Osthian state, as these poor Idahoians has found out recently.

With honour
Admiral Diponegoro

~~Full Stop~~

Not that it would matter, anyway, he thought to himself amusingly. For if the worst came to fruition, the vaunted Imperial and Royal High Seas Fleet alone would be able to take care of the whole combined fleets of the Osthian, Idahoian, and their allied naval formations within the vicinity of the area. And that, he thought to himself, would surely befall their fate fittingly if they even think for once that they stood a chance against undermining the Anago-Yohannesian Imperial and Royal High Seas Fleet, let alone the whole Incursus naval blockade joint-operation and combined fleets and formations at the field of possible engagement and current blockading operation.

HIRM Hamengkubuwono.
Anagonia-Yohannes Blockade fleet.
International waters outside Osthia.

The deafening and thunderous roar of the magnificent javelins jutting towards the Osthian sky, directed at strategic holdings controlled by the Greater Idahoian armed forces within the territorial sovereignty of Osthia, and all of the horizon above drowned all the commotion around it. So loud and shocking was the roaring thunder that everyone within the immediate vicinity stared in disbelief at one of the largest psychological missile strike ever perpetrated by the Imperial and Royal High Seas Fleet. There was however, no doubt upon everyone's mind at that moment that any Greater Idahoians and its allied personnel on that immediate moment located within the accurately and strategically targetted Greater Idahoian anti-air radar installations, missiles launchers, coastal military installations, and various other strictly Greater Idahoian-held military facilities, would be damned if not be dead by now.

Following the strategic collapse of an unaccountable number of satellites and defence system of the Greater Idahoian and Osthian, as a result of the endless and unceasing Anago-Yohannesian kinetic strikes engaged over the past weeks at any possible Greater Idahoian and Osthian satellites, and as a result of the disability and impotency of the Greater Idahoian and Osthian to countermeasure against such a strike, the Anago-Yohannesian strategic office ordnance was able to collect a comprehensive list of data of most, if not all, strategic Greater Idahoian and Osthian anti-air radar installations, missiles launchers, coastal military, and general military installations and facilities within range of the blockading fortress throughout the Osthian Empire, directed at the specific territories held by the Greater Idahoians.

These strategically crucial informations and data was shared indiscriminately by the Anago-Yohannesian with that of the Harberian, New Azuran, Santherese, Oseato, United Roman; and all other Incursus sovereign signatory nation-states, in the name of symbolical and staunch brotherhood loyalty and camaraderie in the part of the Anago-Yohannesian Empire. As a result, all the previous missile strikes pointing at the heaven and osthian coastal land direction, towards the sky above and raining down upon their designated Greater Idahoian target within the Osthian Empire was calculated to cover in an accurate probability only that, strictly, of all the Greater Idahoian-held militarily strategic targets within their scope of operation and range, to ensure that as minimally small number of innocent Osthian civilians would be hurt as few as possible.

Admiral Susilo Jusuf Bojonegoro was briefed by the attached strategic ordnance officer with the latest piece of information coming from the Imperial and Royal Command Headquarter in Valedonia, the financial and one of the constitutent capital city of the Empire of Anagonia-Yohannes. The recent multiple strategic informations received from the dominant Anago-Yohannesian low-orbital satellites, following the complete collapse of their Osthian and Greater Idahoian counterparts, were just some of the latest reasons behind this very briefing. Thirty hours past, a tense atmosphere felt upon the entire briefing room. Then again, Bojonegoro thought to himself, this exact scenario would've occured in multiple other similar locations and spots throughout the allied national sovereignties of the Anago-Yohannesian Empire. Intelligence agents originating from Harberian, New Azuran, United Roman, Santherese, and Oseato foreign origins were participating, watching at the recent development of the crisis, with the final objective as of to report the latest situation regarding the whole debacle to their respective government.

Some of the initial support and relacement fleets were being gathered as they discussed the latest strategic situation with each other. Reinforcement fleets from as far away as the Anago-Yohannesian administrative districts' respective major ports in Tyrrhenia, to the major cosmopolitan ports in Europa, would be deployed together and equipped with the latest aircraft model manufactured within the Anago-Yohannesian foreign host production branch of the long-standing Lyran Arms, a symbol of masterpiece of the honourably venerable Lyran Protectorate itself. These new aircraft carriers would be attributed with almost twice the size of the number of aircraft associated with it to the field of engagement itself. Alongside these reinforcement would come a newly transported and deployed expeditionary force detachment in the size of a mere division, composed of the elite BRIMOB of the Kaiserliche und Königliche Armee, or K.u.K.Armee. Thanks to the now approximately week-long defence condition level of the empire, the associated formations' ships was in a condition of full readiness and combat updated situation. Of course, further hospital ships and logistical aids would be included as well within the miniature armada, so as to further emphasis the neutrality of the Anago-Yohannesian Empire throughout this messy debacle.

As the roaring thunder commenced into action once more, one person pointed at the heavenly sky above, whilst another looked back at his sea compatriot in amusement, as wave after wave of LY4031 missiles and various other medium range, high-acceleration interceptor missiles coming from vicinity of the various litoral vessels within the immediate Anago-Yohannesian blockading line fired at their various Greater Idahoian strategic target. As the seemingly never-ending moment passed by, as so was the deafening sound slowly died off, accompanied by various clapping, jabbing of patriotic fervour, and patternly made sound of whistle, for every Anago-Yohannesian personnel witnessing the fury of heaven unleased at that moment knew within each and everyone inside their heart, that any Greater Idahoian military personnel within the vicinity of the strategic target area would be damned if they still could breath at that exact moment in time.

Following the strategically devastating collapse of an unaccountable number of Greater Idahoian and Osthian satellites and defence system, as a result of the endless and unceasing and still ongoing Anago-Yohannesian kinetic strikes engaged over the past five days up to the present date, at any possible Greater Idahoian and Osthian satellites, and as a result of the disability and impotency of the Osthian to countermeasure against such a strike, the Anago-Yohannesian strategic office ordnance was able to crucially seize the strategic initiative away from the Greater Idahoian or Osthian and its allies, which the admiral thought to himself, would surely and seriously hampered and crippled any existing Greater Idahoian or Osthian and its allies' military counter-measures and strategic preparations regionally throughout the Osthian state and its vicinity, neighbouring nation-states and blue water zone.

Meanwhile, the appearance of the approaching Fourth Imperial Quendi Fleet was recorded by the Anago-Yohannesian orbital satellites, which by this stage had dominate and consequently monopolised the space intelligence information sharing throughout the Osthian state and its vicinity, neighbouring nation-states and blue water zone. If the current statu had been that of an official state of war already between that of the Quendi Empire and the Anago-Yohannesian Empire, there would be no doubt that the whole Fourth Imperial Quendi Fleet at that exact moment would be obliterated indiscriminately and without any mercy by the intelligence-information fed Imperial and Royal naval formations within the immediate vicinity.

However, as at this moment in time a state of war had not exist as of yet, and therefore the Anago-Yohannesian fleets could do nothing but allow the strategically crucial piece of intelligence went to waste, and to allow the Fourth Imperial Quendi Fleet to approach closer towards the undaunted bastillion of Anago-Yohannesian Imperial and Royal Naval blockade zone. One intelligence officer even stated the following quoted fact spread throughout the ordnance office; "This is a result of a being a goody goody guy on the battlefield. We should've blast those bastard into nothingness, yet our adherence towards the international law of war allowed these bastard to survive..". Regardless of this however, the associated Anago-Yohannesian low earth orbital satellites still do record the images upon the movement of the Fourth Imperial Quendi Fleet within its range, and accordingly the associated Imperial and Royal High Seas Fleet and its interior formations were being redeployed advantageously to acquire any possible benefit of this new development.

This information would indeed to prove beneficial towards any future Anago-Yohannesian naval movement within the immediate field of engagement, on top of the fact of an overwhelmingly combined superior number of ships belonging to the Empire of Anagonia-Yohannes, Kingdom of Grays Harbor, and United Roman Empire maritime forces within the immediate possible field of engagement.

Surely, he yet again thought to himself, any possibility of an operational domestic capability of the Greater Idahoian or Osthian and its allied governments to organise themselves within the Osthian state and its vicinity, neighbouring nation-states and blue water zone would be gone, once and for all.

Nothing indeed, thought the kapiten-ademiral of the ship, Susilo Jusuf Bojonegoro, could survive such a devastating metaphorical lightning strike.

The Greater Idahoian would never survive anything like that, indeed. He thought most amusingly.

by **Greater Idaho** » Tue Mar 22, 2011 9:09 am

3 fleets of the coast of Osthia
Admiral Klent looked at his map and radioed a message to the 12 fleets waiting outside the blockade.
SIC

Code: Select all: To:Admiral Jennings From: Admiral Klent We have found a weak spot in the blockade! There is a space between the blockades of the United Roman Empire an Yohannes Navy. Also we need you to alert Greater Idahoian Space Authorities for they are trying to target an find our satelites.

IC:
Admiral Jennings looked at the message and altered his course with the rest of his fleets. While they were going across the passageway they manuevered into a bullhorn formation. While he looked out into the sea he saw a rain of what looked like artillery rain on the beach. He was proud to be bringing the 12 fleets needed to clog up the sea and to temporarily stop Incursus until Gratislavia and Ralvokia arrives.

With 15 fleets he hoped,they would be able to overpower this part of the blockade and open up a secured area for the Greater Idahoian Main Advance, because this was just the expeditionary force.

by **The Western Russians** » Tue Mar 22, 2011 9:46 am

Official Coat of Arms of Siberia
Official Communiqué of the Siberian Government

This Message is Open to Read by the World

Well, it would appear a war looms on the horizon, would it not? And it appears that the sleeping giants stir from their slumber... Incursus is here. (Though Siberia is not a member, we will fully support Incursus in all of its decisions and actions, with an unwavering loyalty). Now... we feel it only right to side with our allies, because to do otherwise would be cowardly and treacherous. With allies from numerous alliances/organisations/regions in the conflict on the Incursus side, we feel that it is our duty to stand by our friends and hold steady against the might of the opposing force!

As such, a force will be sent into the conflict; it may not be huge, or even strong, but by God, it's a spectacle to beheld I can assure you! With highly trained and well equipped troops, we will be a force to be reckoned with - this is a certainty. Now, my brothers, take up arms and aid Incursus in the fight! Lest your fate be sealed should you oppose them...

Sincerely,

Tsar Dmitri Sashavich Jacksov I of Siberia,
Царь Димитрий Сашаьевич Джексона я из Сибири.

Somewhere near Novyĭ Prostor,
Siberian Countryside,
March 20^th - 2011, 02:34
Siberia.

The military base was silent, or at least near enough silent anyway. The odd soldier wandering around here and there, most of whom drunk; many had stayed up late into the night playing poker as they had always done - a sort of tradition now. Peace had stood for so long that being a soldier was easy, it was basically free money for sitting about getting drunk all day. Most were in fact drunk, the few still awake most certainly were; with the exception of the night watchmen of course. The odd cheer broke the silence, but most of the poker games were played to a whisper as waking people wasn't appreciated here, and could end in a black eye...

Tonight, however, would be like no other night. None expected it, and those slumbering would be shocked - very much so. Nonetheless, there would be no way around it... the loudspeakers burst into life as the familiar voice crackled through it, "Каждый вверх, на Ваши сообщения мужчин. Мы мобилизуется, не может быть войны. Подготовка комплекта и быть готовыми к движению." Some sleeping jumped, others rolled over and tried to get back to sleep - defiant but foolish. Most scrambled from their bunks or tables and hurriedly dressed. Their military uniforms in good states, as they were basically new.

Men lined up in front of their bunks, beds made and equipment donned, they were prepared and ready for anything. War was looming, of that there was certainty. And all soldiers knew it - they had heard it over the speakers. However, they would not be mobilised just yet. The sleeping quarters' of the men all gleaming, they were systematically inspected one by one. Each hut viewed by the general. Igor Sokolov. A behemoth of a man, he is fabled to have risen through the ranks quicker than anyone ever has before; and he is the Assistance Minister of Defence. His heavy boots resounding through each hut he entered, men could be heard gasping; many had never seen this man in person.

Each hut he entered, he shouted the same thing, "Каждый в бур площади, в двойном размере.", and follow his order they did. Each hut slowly emptied as the men moved to the drill square, sleepy and tired, many yawned as they walked. Once all were assembled, the camp seemed to be alive once more. The dormant military base active again, the floodlights lit the entire military base - banishing the darkness only to replace it with light.

"Хорошо мужчин, это оно. Существует возможность войны, и вы все время, солдат - и женщины - должны возложенных на них обязанностей и вашей станции немедленно. Там не будет спать, мы не можем рисковать. Там не может быть прямой угрозы для нас, но мы никогда не знаем. Отклонить." The sleepy troops groaned as he announced there would be no more sleep; the drunks and late night poker players felt it too. Alas, it was their job; they were finally earning their pay...

Somewhere near Novyĭ Prostor,
Siberian Countryside,
March 22^nd - 2011, 01:52
Siberia.

It had now been several days since the latest developments at the camp. Nothing had happened. The Generals were keeping a close eye on the situation, and now allies of Siberia were declaring war on other allies of Siberia. Sides could not be chosen. Of that there was no doubt. Making the situation ever more precarious.

The men had been almost two days without sleep; on duty permanently, expecting something to happen. They were not allowed sleep, nor could they afford it. However, something clicked inside of Igor, funnily enough, and he allowed the men to sleep. He wandered around the base, with several helpers and a few trays of cocoa, offering them to the tired and cold men. Uttering one word to each, 'Sleep'.

The camp fell basically silent again as people filed back into their sleeping quarters; in a melancholy fashion. The morning sunrise had peaked above the horizon roughly half an hour prior, and it made sleeping hard. The sun shining bright, it was strange for the men to sleep in daytime. Though, they were tired enough and managed it anyway.

Some men actually stayed up, manning their posts, drinking their cocoa. Clutching it close to their chests, cupping their hands around it to keep warm on this sullen and cold Siberian morning. A Spring morning. Peace descended upon the base, replacing chaos and anxiety. It seemed that the situation was, perhaps, not quite so desperate.

What felt like weeks of sleep to the men was in fact just hours. Some catching just enough to be refreshed, but still allowing them to continue their duty. They seemed to feel like it was over already. With no real action, sacrificing just a few days sleep - some stayed in even later, waking up late in the night to find they'd slept through the day. Either way, it would seem life had returned to normal.

People wandering around the base - some drunk, some working, and some aimlessly - and chatting to people the knew or recognised, due to lack of other company. Most returned to their lives; poker, drinking, other forms of gambling or, sometimes, violence. But the men cared not, for they were no longer earning their keep. Just being given it...

The base burst into life late in the night, this time all were asleep. The loudspeaker crackled loudly and hurried shouts were thrown from it. "Все люди на своих местах, угроза войны на нас." No sooner had the order been given than the men had manned their posts and donned their equipment. As the man had so rightly said, war was once again upon them.

Nearing the Siberian Coast,
Siberian Countryside,
March 22^nd - 2011, 07:19
Siberia.

The men had, rather quickly, armed themselves and once more manned their stations. This time, though, was different. This time they were being shipped. The men had assembled in their companies and divisions, ready for action - their superiors guiding their every move. Loaded into vehicles or, if unfortunate enough, walking the several miles to the coastline. The capital had deliberately been placed close to the coast, with a river flowing through the city to allow trade up and down it. A wide river indeed.

Some soldiers had managed to sneak away from their groups and make their way to the city, where they stole boats and made their way down stream; leaving the 'suckers' to walk or be driven. The journey had taken just half an hour for some, a few for others. All depending on whether or not they were walking. Either way, almost the entire force garrisoned outside of the capital had been mobilised. Now boarding ships, these soldiers, as they so referred to themselves, were in fact sailors.

All forces of Siberia referred to themselves as soldiers, as they all fought - it didn't matter if they were on foot, water or even in the skies, they were all soldiers to themselves. These soldiers had been stationed on leave in this garrison and now were to resume their positions, on the seas. With the many thousands of sailors now boarding their vessels, they would be closer to the action than they had imagined they would be.

Meanwhile, General Igor sat in his office, back at the military base. Frustrated that he had been stationed to look after navy boys (and girls no less), rather than with people whom he could relate to - real soldiers. He stared down at the sheet in front of him, he could not believe his eyes. The report was as follows...

AN OFFICIAL GOVERNMENT DOCUMENT:

ATTENTION: The following document is for the eyes of __General Igor__ only.

GENERAL, there has been attacks on the Osthian coastal and air defences by the Yohannesians, a good ally of ours. Several of the Yohannesian allies have also started a naval blockade of Osthian waters, alongside the Yohannesians. Therefore, I wish to support our allies. Send in your garrison, all of them. The sailors are to board the ships, make their way to Osthian waters and request permission to help with the blockade. This is URGENT and must happen ASAP.
Sincerely,

Tsar Dmitri Sashavich Jacksov I of Siberia,
Царь Димитрий Сашаьевич Джексона я из Сибири.

Igor had done as he was commanded, and all he could do now was sit and wait. He could only hope that he had pleased the Tsar with his actions, he had mobilised the sailors in record time and now he would wait; to reap the benefits. As he sat, he leaned back in his chair. The cold coffee on his desk had sat there for quite some time, and he sipped the drink. The temperature bothered him none, and he gulped it down in one.

by **Itinerate Tree Dweller** » Tue Mar 22, 2011 12:01 pm

To: Incursus forces
From: Admiral James Andrews. Imperial Navy of the United Roman Empire

Our disposition toward the Idaho forces currently in Osthia could only be described as hostile, so any attack on their positions, their materials and their equipment is beneficial toward our greater cause, the cause being the cessation of hostilities in this region.

The official position of the United Roman Empire is that the forces of Greater Idaho should be destroyed and as their forces are currently contained within the blockade, they are easy targets with no hope of resupply.

As for the approaching Quendi hospital ships, we will not seek to sink any Quendi ship or any ship of a non military nature. I propose we escort non-military ships, such as the approaching Quendi hospital ships, to an Osthian port away from any active engagement zone. Surely we can spare a few ships to act as escorts. Once they reach port we can allow humanitarian aid to be unloaded and any injured civilians to be cared for.

We would still be maintaining a blockade against commercial and military traffic, but we would allow civilians to be cared for in a humane fashion, after all, we aren't monsters. Plus allowing non-military ships/humanitarian aid to reach port and care for civilians would be seen as an act of faith and a demonstration of our overall noble intentions.

Admiral James Andrews. Imperial Navy of the United Roman Empire

by **Kylarnatia** » Tue Mar 22, 2011 12:15 pm

1^st Sea-Air Fleet
100km off the Osthian Coast
The Constitutional Empire of Osthia
الإمبراطورية الدستورية Osthia

"By Skill, Not By Violence."
- Queen Silvier I of Kylarnatia

Peace. Such a over-used and define term somewhat tooken for granted. It never lasted long - not for anyone. Somewhere in the world there would be some sort of WAR; a word easily defined by 'conflict' though not so commonly said. Well, not in the case of Kylarnatia.

Everyone aboard the HIMS Castella knew that. They smoked cigarettes and looked at pictures of their loved ones as their Admiral, Sebastian Dupéc, looked out before him to the other national ships going towards the coast of Osthia - one of the latest victims of war. He sighed as he looked around to them all. They all didn't seem to be in any state of shock or in no conscience of going into the combat zone, they had trained well for such an event. Though it was apparent they didn't want to be there; nobody on any side really did. That was the simple truth.

Onboard was over 1,000 Rescue boats, which would be working back and forth to gather all the innocents they could. Every boat would carry five armed men, with a medic and navigator. The ten other Air Carriers in the Fleet carried the same amount. It was calculated that all ships together could save a total of 15,000 civilians - which wasn't going to be able to even contend with the number who would die. Such would be the cost of war.

Admiral Sebastian took a breath of the cold air, being used to such a thing in the Imperial Navy. There was no excuse of botching the mission - according to the orders of the Tsar - and that 'all avalible space had to be filled in order to save as many innocents as possible.'. However, this was going to be a dangerous mission. They would be going into a dangerous line of fire and could not really afford to take any casualties. Although not much actual fire was going on, mainly blockades - it was bound to happen.

He went down below deck to get to his Admirals Quarters. To insure he would take no casualties - he would send a message to all wavelengths in the area declaring their neutrality in the event and were only there to aid civilians. The message was immediatly sent out - and Dupéc silently prayed that their mission would be sucsessful.

Code: Select all: To: All Radio-Wave Lengths in the Area From: Admiral Sebastian Dupéc of the 1st Sea-Air Fleet, Aboard HIMS Castella Encryption: HIGH ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This is the 1st Sea-Air Fleet from the Ancient Empire of Kylarnatia. By the order of His Imperial Highness Tsar Kain II - we are here as neutral ships on a mission to rescue civilians from all sides. If you are holding any, please give them to us when we reach you and could you also direct us to any other battle hotspots. - Admiral Sebastian Dupéc of the 1st Sea-Air Fleet, Aboard HIMS Castella

by **Centropyge** » Tue Mar 22, 2011 12:19 pm

Hydrenia wrote:
Centropyge wrote:SHORT MISSIVE FROM THE ADMIRALTY:

TO: NATIONS SUPPORTING OSTHIA

Greetings. We would like to advise that any nations sending a naval force to defend Osthia consider banding together to attempt to force their way through the Incursus blockade together; otherwise, we fear they will simply destroy your fleets piecemeal. Should a grand attempt be made to challenge the blockade, we may join such an effort with what units we can still spare.

Regards,

First Sea Lord Jackie Fischer II

Admiral Countess Sosipatra....to First Sea Lord Fischer....

Sounds good to us. Count us in.

All Hydrenian ships are being redirected to a grand juggernaut to quash the blockade once and for all. Blockades, after all, are by definition acts of war.

ADMIRALTY MESSAGE:

TO: ADMIRAL COUNTESS SOSIPATRA

FROM: 1SL FISCHER

We welcome this act of naval cooperation. At this time, we are still trying to figure out, pardon my language, what the hell is going on. Now it appears that Incursus is NOT attacking Osthia, and we're not even sure whether their blockade is meant to be hostile to them, but rather a very aggressive peacekeeping mission. If that is all it is, we still condemn it, but we're not sure that breaking the blockade is worth the potentially very high casualties we will both likely incur. However, we welcome your input on this matter. Our Emperor is still weighing his options and may attempt to call in forces from our few allies if we decide to take the plunge...metaphorically speaking only, of course.

At this moment, we are engaged in at least two overseas engagements, limiting our available forces. However, should we press on with a fleet action, we can spare up to nine capital ships plus escort carriers, cruisers, and the usual smaller vessels at this time.

Warm regards,

First Sea Lord Jackie Fischer II, Commander of the Royal Navy [of Centropyge]

The war for Osthia (MT Semi-Open)

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