WAR!! Gibetan Troops Invade New-Belka (IC-MT-PMT,CLOSED)

by **Gibet** » Wed Aug 10, 2011 10:22 am

Krakow, Gibet
Capital City of the People's Republic
Reichstag Building--President Stroope's Office
Day Two

"So......it has begun...." President Stroope's voice was calm and collective as he addressed the New-Belkan Ambassador, Johannes Schmidt.

"Indeed it has......." Schmidt's voice was equally calm but, came with a hint of nervousness in it. This was war.

"I can't say I'm too happy about all this.....however, the world is a changing place...." President Stroope said as he poured a glass of Brandy for each of them. He smiles and calmly offers it to the New-Belkan Ambassador. ".....And only the strong can survive..."

"Mr. Stroope, I cannot say that I quite understand your intentions....." He takes a sip of the Brandy while Stroope refrains from doing so himself. "In fact I find it quite hard to.....to...." The Ambassador stops short of his sentence when he sees that two of the President's Personal Guard, the S.S. Honor Guard, had walked in behind him. Immediately, he is grabbed from behind and his hands clamped in hand-cuffs. As he struggles, he speaks...

"What is the meaning of this?! I am an Ambassador of the Republic of New-Belka! I am protected from such scrutiny and I demand you release me!" This was to no avail...for Stroope merely smiled as the S.S. dragged the man out on his knees. Then, he calmly wnet back over to his desk and merrilly signed the orders for mobilization--and drank the shot of Brandy. He smiles warmly and advances towards the window of his office. He looks out over Hess Square and witnesses, with pride, the march of ten thousand highly-trained and elite S.S. troopers...each one chanting loudly the words everyone of them had sworn to keep;

I swear by God, the sacred oath....
That I shall pledge undying Allegiance....
To my Homeland....
To my Family....
And to my President......
To defend them until death.....
So help me God!!

Twenty-Two Miles East of the Gibetan-New-Belkan Border
Belkan Territory
Assault-Force One-Zero-Seven

Meanwhile, in another part of the country, on the border of Gibet and New-Belka, a strike was already in motion. The Third Werhmacht Division, supported by the Fifteenth Panzer Division and aerial surgical strikes, steamed across the border into New-Belkan territory. The countryside was prestine and lovely even as hundreds, if not thousands, of Gibetan troops from other similar groups made their way into the small, nuetral nation. All told, two-hundred thousand Gibetan Infantry and Armor were pouring into New-Belka according to a strict timeline.

Small cities had already fallen...victims of the Gibetan assault and aggression...... The New Belkan Army had put-up very little in the way of resistance so far...it was only the first day though......Yet, there was already proof of the inferiority of the Belkan Equipment; using older-model Soviet-Era T-54s and BMPs...against modern GIbetan T-90's...there was little doubt as to the outcome of this war.......

Still, the only sight of the Belkan forces was that they were falling back to form a perimeter around Belgratz.....only ten-thousand; out numbered twenty-to-one.....

Among those entering the country was Lieutenant-General Karl von Sturmgeist...leader of the invasion force...and comander of the Sixth Panzer Division--spearheading the assault. So little resistance had been given thus far that the General was riding near the front of his advancing armored units.....

His orders were clear.....all land west of the New-Belkan city of Belgratz was to be scortched......a testiment to the furry of battle and the punishment for those who denied the Fatherland. Already, a large aerial bombardment had preceeded the General's advance into New-Belka......the city of Belgratz had been bombed tremendously by a large wing of B-2 bombers and SU-47 fighter wings........all targeting military and civilian structures....

With Gibetan superiority on land and in the air........ victory seemed assured. And with Gibetan forces closing in on the Belkan Capital from the North, South, and West, the Prime-Minister found himelf caught in a war unwinnable on his own. His only real hope and only real chance was the nations whom had stood-by his nation during the failed-peace talks....and it was no telling when they'd be ready to assist. Even as he attempted desperately to contact any of those nations, Gibetan bombers and fighters were targeting the city in massive aerial strikes.....with the Belkan Airforce stretched to it's limits....there was little that he could do to stop them....

by **Gibet** » Wed Aug 10, 2011 10:42 am

Correllia, Gibet
Extreme-Northern-Teir of Gibet
Kriegsmarine Base Alpha-Omega
Operation: Light-House

With the orders haveing been sent-out, Kriegsmarine Base Alpha-Omega was bustling with last-minute activity. This base, the docking-port for much of the Fifth Fleet, was the staging area for the invasion of the Mesarian Island Group...specifically....Shilen....supported bya surprise attack on the Mesarian Airbases on Masire...With any luck, they'd achieve complete surprise and be able to both severely hit the enemy Airfroce and gain a foot-hold in the Island Group. It was on these hopes, and a storm brewing off the coast, that the majority of the Fifth Fleet set-sail.

Commanded by Admiral Otto Starke, a decorated veteran of the last three wars, the fleet would position itself one-hundred and fifty miles North of the Mesarian Island Chain and launch it's aircraft from there......At the same time, a smaller force, comprised largely of Amphibious assault craft, would proceed South to land on beaches being bombarded by their escort ships on the island of Shilen....from there, it was hoped that the island of Ria would be next. Still, this was all in the planning...anything could happen...

OOC: Are we Rp-ing this as a region-type thing? With each nation being rather close to each-other? Or, will this be a much bigger thing....requiring some distance of travel for the fleet?

by **United World Order** » Wed Aug 10, 2011 11:16 am

Berlina, Germania (UWO)
August 10th, 2011

George Hasselhoff newly elected Fuhrer of The United World Order sat at his desk reading a news article on Gibet invading New Belka, He smirked and sipped on a cup of coffee as he continued reading, Then as he flipped the page he read about Mahdahvian troops being mobolized incase of a feared invasion by Gibet, He sighed as he put his Coffee down and grabbed the telephone and dialed a number.

"Hello?" Said President Fredrick Peterson of Mahdah as he sat at his desk with a assistant in the room laying a plate of Eggs, Bacon and Sausges down, He nodded and sat up straight and picked up a fork

"Hello Fredrick, I've noticed you've mobolized troops because your worried about Gibet?" George said as he sat back and folded the newspaper up and placed it on the desk

"Well you remember years ago when Insurcus came knocking on our doors and destroyed us.." Fredrick said as he began slowly eating his food,

"Yes i remember, But there is no need to worry, they would never invade Mahdah, " George said sipping on his cup of coffee letting a sigh out from the great taste of Coffee that he enjoyed since he was a boy

"Were not Fascist anymore..remember, Were basicly capitalist..like Republicans" Fredrick said eating more of his breakfest as he kept the phone to his ear

"Well, Just to remind you if Gibet decides to foolishly invade out of powergrabbing, Our armies will be on your soil fighting to protect your Nation" George said as he sipped more coffee and looked outside his window

"Thank you very much, I hope it doesnt come to that, I must go, I have a meeting to attend too, " Fredrick said as they both said there goodbyes and hung up

by **Garwall** » Wed Aug 10, 2011 1:19 pm

City of Belgratz, in central Garwall
Private Office of Socialist Party Premier Josef Volgov

Josef set his mug down, after taking a deep drink from the cup of hot Coffee. He sat at a mahogany desk, in his office of the recently renovated Head of State building in Belgratz, the Capital City of Garwall. He stared blankly at the paper in front of him, a telegram recieved from the nation of New-Belka, or what was once the nation of New-Belka, now a territory swarming with Gibettan soldiers.

Tap-tap-tap. "Come in," Josef called. The large, solid-oak Doors were opened, and entered three men. Mikhail Voldimir, Supreme General of the Garwall Armed Ground Forces, mainly the People's Army and the Mobile Armor divisions. Also there was Peter Vladistof, Admiral of the small Navy the country commands, alongside him was Nikolai Nikista, Commander of their air-divisions.

They saluted the Premier, who waved in return. "Please, gentlemen, at ease. This is a free country now, after all." He smiled, and grabbed the telegram, turning it so the men could read. "Tell me, gentlemen," he started, "what does this mean to you?" They eyed the telegram, with grave looks on their faces. "This is tragic, your Excellency, but there is not much we can do about it." remarked Peter, with a swift nod from Nikolai. Josef only stared at the men, a stern look on his face. He stood, turning to look out the window behind him, which overlooks the city. Sprawling factory complexes can be seen, people hustling and bustling with their daily lives, a train carrying coal and oil to larger factories outside the city steams by, soldiers march through the streets. Be takes a deep breath. "Friends, it has only been months since we toppled the tyranny of our former Lords, and look how far we have come. A puttering agricultural nation, into an industrial power!" He smiled, viewing the city with pride.

Mikhail stepped forward. "Your Excellency, you can't be meaning to support New-Belka," he said. The Premier turns, looking at his General. "We are an opressed peoples ourselves. We have a duty, General." The General's eyes narrow. "Sir, we don't have the resources, nor the manpower--"

The Premier slams a hand on his desk to silence the General. "Then make the manpower.We possess more than enough citizens that would be... Willing to fight for the right of all peoples to exist freely," he finishes. Mikhail's eyes widen. "You mean... A draft?"
"I've already sent the order to the Senate for approval."
The General seemed to lose function of speech, if only for a moment. "But you don't have the power, you need to go through the Soviet, sir, you're--"
"Then you, General, better start buttering up to them now. I'll be damned if Garwall stands aside and watches as the people of New-Belka are crushed under the very weight of Fascist power that we broke free of not so long ago!" The Premier shouts.

The room becomes very quiet, the three men stare at their Premier as if he was a madman. "Dismissed. All of you." He waves a hand at his Generals, turning to look out on his city. His eyes rested on the Garwall flag, the black and red, coupled with the Stars that represent each Province's fight for independence. He takes his mug, and takes another sip of the black coffee, quickly setting the mug down. "Cold." he mutters, breathing deeply.

by **Dimoniquid** » Wed Aug 10, 2011 2:17 pm

Day Two - Too close for comfort.

James was working on the numbers. Crunching them. Figuring out where the odd hole in the market came from. An error in the system - nothing worth worrying about. He kept tapping his pen against his desk. "James, get your ass in here. Something big's come up."

"Has Chloe taken her top off again?" He chuckled, refering to a situation where said person was drunk. He stood at the doorway, and watched as the television flickered with the news.

"So, apart from that, we're all good. Anyway, in international news, Gibet has taken control of New Belka - the small nation had declared it's independence, although had been subjected to intense ground and air fighting. More after the break."

"Oh God." Someone said. "This isn't right."

"We can't just walk in there."

"Guys, let them get on with it." James said, finding the remote and switching the television off. "Not our problem, we shouldn't deal with it. Get back to work, anyway."

The Declined Empire of Dimoniquid.
OFFICIAL COMMUNIQUÉ

OFFICIAL MESSAGE TO GIBET

Date - 10/08/11.
Subject - Your invasion.

Well, your invasion worked. You've invaded New Belka. Dimoniquid officially condemns the acts of Gibet, and wishes that it sees the error of its ways before it's too late. You wanted peace - although you're invading another country. Think about it.

Signed,
Josh Barron,
President of Dimoniquid.

by **The New Peoples Union** » Wed Aug 10, 2011 3:49 pm

The Council was silent. The President’s request for a declaration of war was shocking, but not unexpected. But this would be the nation’s first war. The six members of the council quickly cast they’re votes, making the president’s declaration of war official. But much of the New People’s Union professional armed forces had already been ordered to deploy, and the 1st reserve force was gathering. The New People’s Union was ready for war. President Grimm quickly withdrew to the press room, followed by Defense secretary Roe.The President quietly took his seat in front of a jumble of TV cameras and microphones. He sighed loudly as he gave the signal for his address to the nation to begin. After a brief introduction, the President began to speak.

“Comrades! People of the Union and the Northern Archipelago! It is my solemn duty to inform you that tomorrow, we will go to war. Gibet has begun an unprovoked invasion campaign of New-Belka. These Gibetians seek to rob the people of New-Belka of their land, their country, their FREEDOM! Not six years after they earned it! We, the People of the Union cannot allow this to happen! For the sake of New-Belka, as well as for our own, we must go to war against these thieves! Even now, our armies prepare to sail to New-Belka to help them reclaim their homeland. We will show Gibet that it can not take what it wants by force! We will show the world what we can do! This is the time, comrades! We shall not falter! We shall not fail! And we shall NOT sit quietly as a free people are subjugated! Go forth, my comrades in arms! Go forth, and wrest victory from the jaws of tyranny!”

With that, he was finished. The various TV crews and capital employees applauded, even after the cameras were switched off. “General Roe.” The president said. “Yessir?” The general replied. “I want all forces combat-ready immediately. That includes those new tanks you have so desperately wanted to use.” The president ordered. “Yes SIR!” Roe replied, elation showing on his face. “Mr. President, we will not fail you. That much is assured.”

by **Gibet** » Wed Aug 10, 2011 5:09 pm

New-Belkan Territory--One-Hundred Miles from New-Belkan Capital City of Belgratz
General Von Sturmgiest's Assault Force
The Village of New Bromely

As hundreds of soldiers passed through the small-city and major-crossroads for the New-Belkan deployment of Reserves, it's populace was already being rounded-up.....A Gibetan Officer riding atop a T-90 main-battle tank....a loud-speaker in his hands...shouting orders for the people not to resist and so on. He was dressed in the Black-Leather over-coat of an S.S. Lieutenant-General; his Black Officer's visor-cap, and a scarf, covering much of his head and face......

There was a slight chilly-breeze blowing in from the west......."driving the Gibetn forces deeper into New-Belka"--according to High-Command. There was even a light-snow fall.....so it was not surprising that much of the populace of the village had warm-protective winter clothing on. Still, the village had been deemed a military/strategic target by high-command--due largely to it's vital crossroads and rail-station......since the tracks ran only West--towards GIbet--they were of little use to the advancing armies....

Therefore, the section of T-90 tanks--armed with high-powered 125mm cannon--had been given the okay to wipe-out the railstation and even managed to destroy several structures. And as civilians watched helplessly, soldiers of the elite Second S.S. Division swarmed through the buildings still-standing; looking for rebel fighters and New-Belkan soldiers.........

"The Gibetan soldier is your friend! Do not fight him! Do not struggle! Thank him! For deeming you a fit-member of this territory and a rightfull-Gibetan citizen!" Von Sturmgiest's voice wrang through the chilly-evening air....full of anger and hatred for the enemy. "People of New-Belka! We offer you a better life! Food, clothing, and shelter! Please! Do not be afraid! We are your friends!" Even so, it was clear that there was a divide between the Gibetan soldiers and the conquered New-Belkans.......

And further away.....over their capital city, Belgratz,..... a battle raged in the sky......

Largely unopposed by the outclassed and outgunned New-Belkan Airforce, the Gibetan Luftwaffe was having a field-day out of their bombing-runs over the capital. Bomber and fighter wings had turned much of the once-grand city into rubble--demolishing many structures in their rather-heavy bombings. Lagre ammounts of Incendiary bombs had been let-loose on the city--setting it afire...........

Kriegsmarine Fifth Fleet
Enroute to Mesarian Island Chain
Operation: Big Saturn

The seas rocked the large fleet back and forth against it's un-mercifull waves. The fleet was still a ways out form their launching-point for their air-strikes...however, everyone involved felt the tension.....For, even against the rocky-waves, each and every pilot, sailor, and soldier felt that they were preparing to march into Hell. There was very little talk amongst much of the crews and soldiers involved in the first-wave of invaders......

All told, close to one-hundred-and-seventy-five thousand men and women were involved in this would-be invasion of Mesarian....Three waves of aircraft..and three-waves of amphibious invaders......Nothing could be left to chance... On the bridge of the Fleet-Flagship, the Carrier GKN Corsika, Admiral Starke stood anxiously awaiting the sight of the Mesarian coastline....His old grey eyes staring out towards the horizon; longing to reach that point that was impossible to reach.

He had recieved the full-details of his mission only after having left port in Correllia.....Now, he knew exactly what they were doing. They were launch well-over three-hundred aircraft--Harriers, SU-47s, and even converted-Stealth-Fighters--with-in one-hundred miles of the Mesarian Islands of Shilen and Mesire; Shilen being the only island that amphibious troops would actually land on--and Mesire being a major-target of the pilots because of it being a major air and naval base for the Mesarians....

EVen now, the Admiral was unsure of the endevour he was undertaking....if they succeeded, it would only achieve a minor victory and set-loose a torrent of attacks against the Fatherland....still, he was a soldier, and he still believed in orders.

by **Garwall** » Wed Aug 10, 2011 5:45 pm

Military Base, somewhere outside the city of Belgratz, Garwall

General Mikhail looks over the soldiers assembled before him. Roughly two Battalions quickly mobilized, about 2,200 Soldiers assembled in mere hours, ready to ship out, Josef need only give the order. And indeed they were to ship out, the poor chaps. They simply thought this was to keep the soldiers alert. Their all-knowing Premier had other plans, however.

"They were supposed to be ready to ship out an hour ago, Colonel." Mikhail remarked to the Colonel in charge, one Colonel Yeltsin. "General, we hadn't anticipated--"
"All Brigades are to be on call at a moment's notice, able to assemble fully equipped and armed, ready to ship out, in three hours. It's been damn near five since I gave the order. These boys should still have wet spots on their cheeks where their mothers kissed them!" remarked the General.

The men before him for the most part, were young, not many of them were much older than age 30, despite these being the more crustier Brigades in the People's Army of Garwall. Many of the Officers here were veterans of the Revolution, but a good portion were given recent promotions for success in military exercises , mainly because several non-commissioned officers were shot and killed by accident during live-fire exercises. Mikhail cleared his throat, preparing to speak.

"Earlier today, the Nation of Gibet declared full-scale war on New-Belka. They swiftly invaded the country from multiple sides, closing in on the capital, easily defeating the weaker New-Belkan army. There are many injured civilians, and many more that will be starving in the coming months, and others with no homes. The Gibettans don't care for the New-Belkans one damn bit, all they want is the resources New-Belka is sitting on." He points to a large map sprawled behind him set up vertically, on a stand. "You will be teaming up alongside the Navy to provide aid for the New-Belkans. We will be landing on one of the few areas fighting hasn't broken out ferociously yet in, and don't worry, you won't be clashing arms with the Gibettans. You are landing with supplies and medical aid for the New-Belkans. Further instructions will be delegated to your individual Companies by the Colonel."

The General saluted the men whom he knew he just sent to their graves, and walked off the stage, to the command post for the Base. Those Gibettans will shoot every last one of those boys once they land on New-Belkan soil, neutral or not. He sighed deeply, trying to calm himself. What was the Premier trying to prove?

'I need a drink,' he thought as he approached the Command Post.

by **Remedean** » Wed Aug 10, 2011 8:58 pm

Remedean Presidential Compound, Girandian City"
The presidential compound was like the rest of the capital city asleep. The president and his wife were both asleep, most of the hallways were empty aside for one night shift of the presidents security detail. Even the Signals Office, responsible for relaying messages to the president and his top staff was partially sleeping that's why when they first got the call from the Remedean Intelligence Agency they're were a bit slow to reply. "I saw again repeat that message RIA" said Major Nguyen, "Gibtean military forces have been spotted entering New-Belkan territory, Gibtean forces number roughly three divisions, two infantry the other armored" the RIA analyst said rather annoyed at repeating himself. "Copy that RIA, we'll relay the message to the president, Signals out" with that Major Nguyen hung up the phone. "Crap" he thought to himself "Just my luck that a war breaks out on my shift". "Sir, should I page the National Security Minister" asked a navy petty officer sitting at a monitor. "Yea, Petty Officer Mendoza, get the word out to Admiral Greer as well" replied the Major "And the President sir'? Mendoza asked. The air force officer sighed and said grudgingly "Ill go and tell him myself". With that Major Nguyen hopped on the elevator and headed towards the floor with the president on it while the rest of the signals office got to work

by **Nitrongaia** » Wed Aug 10, 2011 9:53 pm

Nitrongaia Defense HQ, Nitrongaia, Independent Republic of Nitrongaia
The Defense HQ of Nitrongaia was abuzz. A new report came rushing in.

As Leon Sparu took a can of Coke from the small refrigerator on the side of his office. He shook the can and opened it, taking a small sip of the drink. He kept the liquid in his mouth for a moment, then gulped it down. Leon didn't like Diet, as he always thought it had a strange taste to it.

His aide came rushing in with a worried look on his face.
"Sir! Gibet has decided to go ahead and mount a invasion on New Belka. Annn-d uhmm they seem to have been quite successful." The aide said all this nervously.

"Get those politicians knowing about this going on as well as the rest of the higher-ups."

Code: Select all: FROM: The Independent Republic of Nitrongaia TO: GIBET[/b] SUBJECT: On Invading New Belka We strongly condemn your actions of invading New Belka. The consequences of this invasion can be many. This is your warning from us.

by **Mesarian** » Thu Aug 11, 2011 1:24 am

Mesarian Tenar HQ, Orias, Mesa, The Armed Republic of Mesarian
Tenar HQ was normally quiet at this time, it was full of patrolling soldiers and the Nations Government - nothing interesting ever truly happened - until today.

Supreme Commander and Chief General Jona Ray sat in her office at her desk like every morning, sipping a nice cup of tea while reading the daily reports. Nothing interesting, Gibet had threatened to go to war and Shepard had promised Mesarian aid to New-Belka, along with the planned Air-Force and Navy Drills which had started 2 days ago and would run for 4 more. The media was abuzz about both, newspapers were filled with "WAR ON THE HORIZEN?!" and of course the slander campaign against Mesarian's new leader "CAN THE WOMAN STAND UP TO GIBET?" - Jona was Mesarian of course she could!

At that moment Mesarians Foreign Affairs aid Commander Michael Kelisa, a tall but skinny man dressed in a Black Suit and Tie, burst through the office door shouting
"General, Ma'am!" he stopped at the front of Jona's desk gasping for air, Jona responded by saying "Take a moment Michael, what is it?"
After several seconds Michael straightened his back and saluted before continuing,
"Ma'am, news from Recon Team Alpha - the Gibetans have done it - hundreds of troops are pouring into New-Belka."
With this he dropped the 6 paged report on Jona's desk with a fairly worried look on his face. Mesarian was still realing from its recent elections and the Communist Party calling for a recount and causing alot of Civil Unrest, unhappy that a female won the election by miles. Mesarian may talk tough but going to War was the last thing they needed at the moment.

"Right... first month in and we're already at war, you can leave Michael and don't worry we'll sort this out"
With that Michael saluted once more and walked out of the room while Jona picked up the nearby telephone
"Yes, get me Supreme General Jensan Kellar please - Jensan, you've heard? I know... can we get anyone in there? I know they're on drills but can we get anyone into New-Belka?!... Fine... Mobolize the QRF tell them to leave on my go, I'm going to try talking to the Gibetans, find out what the hell they are doing"

Code: Select all: TO: The People's Republic of Gibet FROM: Supreme Commander and Chief General Jona Ray, The Armed Republic of Mesarian SUBJECT: WAR?! ENCRYPTION LEVEL: HIGH President Stroope, my intelligence service tells me you've begun invading New-Belka, within one day of Mesarian and several other Nations telling you we won't stand for it. What the hell happened to wanting peace?! No matter, Mesarian is going to start sending in troops within the day if you do not cease and decist and order your troops to pull out of the independant Nation. You're greed is unprcidented and if you do not stop this unfair and pathetic attack on a barely defended Nation then may whatever Deity you pray to have mercy on your soul. Sincerely, General Jona Ray, Supreme Commander and Chief, The Armed Republic of Mesarian

by **Albaie** » Thu Aug 11, 2011 4:35 am

Liam Watersson stood at the front of the privy council with two screens on either side one showed the Crown Prince in his command post in Nordele while the other showed Prince Fredricksson. " people of the privy council as you all know a few days ago I attended a meeting about Gibets annexaitation of New Belka well since then diplomacy has broke down " Liam started the procedings the men in front of him were all men experienced in the art of diplomacy and war and knew what was coming.

" Our new allies are the men and woman of Gibet and their invasion of New Bekla has caused a huge uproar but we are honour bound to help them so I propose a war on New Belka and her allies especially Garwall who has only 8 million people and think they can challenge superpowers so I say that under the command of Prince Fredricksson we give an army of 500,000 fighting soldiers 100,000 logistics 60 ships with 60,000 sailors and 1,000 airmen with aircraft.

" I am fine with this command " Prince Fredricksson said over the channel

" I also propose I take 10,000 men and 1,000 logistics and 10,000 sailors on 1,000 boats " the prince continued as many of the men nodded at the plans " I also propose when my brother returns he leaves behind lord Wistark who takes another sized force as my brother Fredrickssons and takes it to another front while my older brother aims for a completely different front and this is only for our honour and their honour."

Then every man in the room agreed roaring " honour honour honour " came back as the princes smiled this was the chance for expansion coming.

" I will arrive in an hour and then the force will hopefully be ready by the morning " Prince Fredricksson announced

" no I orginized the force before I left you can leave and arrive at the war site in the morning" Liam replied

" victory victory Albaie gu Brath " came roar from all the lords standing up and brandishing their swords some only a few feet long others nearly 6 foot

Men for Glarwall
490,000 fighting soldiers with 10,000 tanks and also 20,000 mobilized armoured and weaponized infantry carriers with a further 10,000 engineers with 1,000 artillery 500 howitzers 200 mortars and 200 siege cannons.
100,000 logistics with 50,000 supply land vechiles
60 ships ( 5 aircraft carriers 10 destroyers 5 submarines and 40 transports) with 60,000 sailors
1,000 airmen with 300 fighter bombers 300 heavy bombers 400 transport aircraft

Men to support Gibet
10,000 fighting men with 1,000 mortars
10,000 sailors on 10 ships 6 transports 4 destroyers 1 aircraft carrier
1,000 logistics with 500 trucks

Others will be written on deployment.

by **Estalia and Tilea** » Thu Aug 11, 2011 5:21 am

TO: Gibet
FROM: The Olschewonian Imperium
ENCRYPTION: extreme

Gruß Gott, Deutsche Volksgenossen

We have recently heard of your invasion of New Belka, and we applaud your efforts in bringing the unruly New Belkans under proper Fascist rule. Therefore, we pledge our assistance to you, should any nation attack Gibetan lands, we shall aid in the defense, and with the possible counterattack.

Signed,

by **Gibet** » Thu Aug 11, 2011 10:56 am

Krakow, Gibet
Capital of the Republic
President's Bunker
Day-Three--Early Morning

A recent flood of messages from other nations had filled the air around the bunker complex.....Ofcourse, no answers were given--Krakow had gone dark; as to say that they were no longer on speaking-terms with other nations. However, the Command Center was bustling with activity. Plans were being laid for further offensives in the area. Maps and Recon Reports of the surrounding territories--including Mesrarian and Mahdah--had found their way onto the large table in the middle of the vast-brain network of the Gibetan Military Operations.

As President Stroope sat over-looking all the planning, he couldn't help but smile. The sudden offensive had come too soon after the peace-attepmts. It had certainly caused some alarm...particulary as GIbet had stated that she wanted peace....the reality was quite clear; peace wasn't optional. His Generals had assured him that, within the next twenty-four hours, Operation: Big Saturn will have already begun....with amphibious landings of some thirty-thousand soldiers on the Mesarian Isalnd of Shilen and surpirse-attacks on the near-by strategic naval and air bases....

Meanwhile, preparations were being taken to deal with the "Mahdahvian Question"......Plans were being drafted for a quick and swift campaign against Mahdah--striking wiht massive armor and infantry-led assaults across the border...intending to drive a large wedge into Mahdah beofre her allies in the UWO could assist. If doen correctly, the war there would eb over in a matter of weeks....

Stroope stood-up and appraoched a microphone that had been placed before him off to the side in another room. The broadcast would be aired over the international and home frequencies.......

"My people! My Gibet people! Today is a glorious day for our great nation! Today! We claim victory over New Belka!! Her allies are too late! Our armies are too many...to fast...! However, do not think the war is over! In fact, it is far from it. Even now, our enemies advance on our Fatherland....coming to claim by force what they cannot claim by right! We will not surrender! Our armies advance still......soon, across all borders! Our great nation shall know no boundaries! There shall be no mercy given to those who dare oppose us! Any country...any army....and any man or woman who dares strike against us shall feel the full force of our aggression!

Five years ago, I asked you, the people, to give me the time needed to rebuild our great nation! And YOU....the peopl, gave it to me! And I brought this country off it's knees! Put food on the table! Made jobs! ..........Rebuilt our strength.....And now, in our enemies' darkest hour, this will be your finest! This is our brave army's time! My time! And the Gibetan Peoples' Time!! Sieg Heil!!" Even as his voice filled the air-waves, more wings of Gibetan bombers wailed over the New-Belkan capital with fury and anger......destroying anything and everything......stil, the Belkans had not surrendered--even with advancing Gibetan Divisions howling at their doorstep...

The Belkan army was all-but-finished......much of it's out-dated armored divisions were destroyed--armored carcasses littering the countryside. The same could be said for much of it's aircorps and infantry divisions....

Kriegsmarine Fifth Fleet
Code-Name: Omega-Three
Three-hundred Miles North of Mesarian Island Group
One-Hundred-Fifty Miles From Launching Point

Admiral Starke stood at the bridge of the Carrier GKN Corsika.....still staring out at the sea. His thoughts were no longer on the present but rather, the past. All thos eyears he'd spent working his way up the ladder of Command.....the fighting off the coast of Correllia....the frigid waters....It all seemed so recent to him...as if it'd only happened yesterday. Of course, that was impossible...It ahd been years ago...long, long before any of this. Still, memory is a funny thing.

He expresses a crokked-smile and turns back towards the crew currently on the bridge....a few RADAR and Comms..Officers and an assortment of younger, eager sailors....
None more eager than his second-in-command, Capitain Emilia Sturne.....a recent graduate of the Correllian Naval Academy where she'd graduated with outstanding marks. She was young but, she'd get the job done. Regardless, it was getting close to the launching point for the first two waves of the aircraft---which would then proceed south to attack key-targets on Mesire. As well, they'd also launch the first and second waves of the amphibious landers only fifty miles further-South to land on the island of Shilen.

If it all went according to plan, as rare as it really does in military operations, then they'd have struck a major-blow to the Mesarian Air and NAval power in the immediate area and have secured a foot-hold for future operations in the Mesarian Islalnd Group.

by **The New Peoples Union** » Thu Aug 11, 2011 12:57 pm

Northpoint base was filled with more movement and life than it had ever been since the Annexation. Thousands of solders scrambling to get the rifles and equipment they needed, before loading onto the massive transport ships. Admiral Li watched the chaos from the control of the First Fleet’s flagship, the aircraft carrier “Reverence”. “Sir.” One of the officers on the bridge piped up, shattering the almost eerie quiet on the bridge. “Our orders just arrived from New Carthage. “Read them.” Admiral Li demanded. “Sir, the First and Third fleets have been ordered to escort all troop transports to the New-Belkan cost, then to rendezvous with the Second Fleet for an offensive. We are to depart as soon as all troops are loaded.” “Excellent.” The Admiral replied. He could scarcely believe what he had heard. The union was going to war.

by **Garwall** » Thu Aug 11, 2011 1:38 pm

Private Office of Garwall Premier Josef Volgov

Josef signed, clenching his fists. He wasn't about to lose the nation he fought so long for, to a foreign power. The entire nation was in an uproar, as Albaie forces inch closer and closer. He turns, to look outside the window. In the streets, where once industrious citizens went on with their happy lives, stood women and children hunched over, hurrying for shelter, and safety. Where fruit stands and newspaper kiosks once stood were crates of ammunition, and rifles. Where men lined up to recieve their weekly Rations, now lined up for a weapon, a canteen, and enough ammo to hold off the damn Albaiens. Their professional army was about a hundred-thousand strong, they were facing numbers of nearly five times that. But the real strength of this nation.. Came from her people.

Survivors of several bloody conflicts over the last half-century, Garwall was a nation constantly demolished by war, and build right back up again. Always in a state of internal strife, governments would be attacked by the working class constantly, in riots, protests, and the occasional revolution. But whenever Garwall stood in the threat of annexation from another power, its people did not hesitate to unite and pick up arms against the invading hoard. This was one of those times. Ever able-bodied man now wielded a weapon, for Garwall. the Invasion was only hours away, as Pilots rush to their battle-stations, to battle the oncoming force of over 500,000 soldiers.

But Josef was not worried. This occupation will end, like all occupations. It may last weeks, months, hell, even years. But the Garwall people will never give up. He knew this from experience.

"Your Excellency, shall we escort you to the Presidential Bunker now? It's time to go." One of his guards called, as the Palace was quickly evacuated. Josef slided open his desk, revealing a 32-calibur Revolver, one that carried him through the Revolution. He pocketed the weapon, along with a box of ammo. He nodded. "Let us be off. The fate of this country is no longer in my hands." He sighed, taking a look around his Office for one last time, and left.

----

Nearly one-hundred thousand Garwall Soldiers dig-in around the country, fortifying cities, occupying bunkers, and digging trenches. Air squadrons are scattered all over the country, ready to intercept enemy bombers on a moment's notice. Every able-bodied man and the occasional woman in the country arms himself/herself to repel the foreign invasion, resulting in a massive 3-million strong militia force occupying the cities and local farmlands, meanwhile distress calls are sent to all Nations that would listen.

by **Mesarian** » Thu Aug 11, 2011 1:41 pm

50 Miles West of Shilen, Mesarian, M.S.S Ruyan

The Naval battle drills had so far been going well. For 3 days Naval Groups Meander and Shanghi had been playing Cat and Mouse,
Meander playing the role of a crippled fleet attempting to reach port in Mesa and Shanghi leading the persuit to destroy the group, Shanghi was winning - 4 Ships 'sunk' 1 being Meander's flagship, M.S.S. Tibet, and 5 Battle Ships remaining.

The M.S.S. Ruyan was a Large cruiser in Battle Group Meander - in the scenario it was leading the crippled fleet to safety being the only ship with 'working' radar and communcation systems but weaponry was 'destroyed'.
Captain Timmen stood on the Command Deck with little or no activity around him - he had told the crew to rest and only a Skeleton group remained. Leftenant Simmons, a young, blond, Naval Officer with a budding career ahead of her manned the Communcation systems.
At this point Battle Group Meander was gaining the upper hand - the 'destroyed' ships had allowed them to pull away and escape Shanghi's clutches though they were not out of the fray.
It was over the radio that command made the call - Simmons could scarcely believe here ears and asked for their orders to be repeated a second time before relaying them.

Timmen was stood out by the window looking out at the ocean when Simmons stood up and ran over to him
"Captain, urgent message from Tenar headquarters"
"Go ahead" Timmen replied.
Simmons lent in close to his ear as she quietly relayed the message she had recieved
"Mesarian is sending out troops, we've been ordered to pull from the drills and head back to port at Mesa immediatly with M.S.S. COT and M.S.S. Aelton from Shaghi to transport several hundred QRF Troopers out to some Nation called New-Belka"
Timmen sighed and looked over at Simmons, who had now lent away from him, with a heavy look on his face. His men needed these drills as Mesarian's Navy had fallen into disuse in the last decade, the war drills were the only thing keeping the crew sharp - but orders were orders.
"Alright, relay our orders to the other ships, make sure everyone knows M.S.S. Texus is the new Radar Capable ship and the leader of Meander" Simmons nodded, saluted and then returned to her post to relay the message. Captain Timmen then turned around and called for attention.
"Listen up, we're no longer apart of the drills - we have new standing orders. Mesarian is going to help a backwater Nation and we're the Taxi service for the ground pounders, get back to your proper posts and get our Weapon Systems back to 100%" Timmen clapped and immediatly everyone on the Command Deck rushed to their origional posts, many off the command deck entirely and down to the Engine Rooms.

Timmen then walked over to a large table in the middle of the deck and waved over his Leftenants and Helmsman "We rendevouz with M.S.S. Crack of Thunder and Aelton at these co-ordinates, any questions? Good, get to it gentlemen" He said as he pointed on the map the specific location, 10 miles south of Shilen. The co-ordinats meant Shanghi was coming in for an Ambush during the Drills, spelling the failure of Battle Group Meander but that didn't matter now - all that mattered was hooking up and getting back to port.
"Full steam ahead Helmsmen" Timmen shouted as he walked back over to the window and gazed out at the massive expanse of Blue once more.

Military Outpost Proximity Base, Island of Shilen, Mesarian

Like on the M.S.S. Ruyan, Proximity Base was not a bustle of activity this morning. Most Soldiers at the base had been given some leave during the Navy and Airforces drills and those that hadn't were mostly in bed.
Inside of the bases Comm and Radar room only T.Sergeant Hacker, a large Muscular man - who looked like a born fighter and Corporal Lex a very skinny man who wore glasses, looked like an average desk jockey - born to sit on his ass rather then kill, manned the stations.
Lex, by chance, was manning both the Air Force Comm system and the SATRAD - a special Satelite system which scanned the waters and skies for many miles around Mesarian.
Several blips appeared on Lex's screen, they were not showing up as green which would indicate the ships do not have Mesarian FoF (Friend or Foe) indicaters activated - this perplexed Lex.
Spinning around he attempted to alert Hacker to the issue
"Sergeant, can you come take a look at this i have a strange reading on SATRAD - i got multiple RED pings to the North, they don't have FoF."
The Sergeant merely looked over from his station with an annoyed look on his face, his expresion was one of - What are you stupid?!
"The Navies running combat drills, that's Battle Group Tanner hunting the M.S.S. Kiwar - of course their FoF is off they're trying to make it realistic - now shut the hell up unless you have a real problem"

by **Gibet** » Thu Aug 11, 2011 2:03 pm

Fifth Combat Fleet--Operation: Big Saturn
Two-Hundred-Twenty-Five Miles North of Mesarian Island Group
Seventy-Five Miles North of Launch Point

Admiral Starke had moved from his position on the bridge to his personal quarters below-deck. He had left the ship and the fleet in command of Captain Sturne, who was obviously eager to have the helm all to herself. He couldn't help but smile at her eagerness.......Where had all his youthfullness and sense of adventure gone? Surely he wasn't as old as he felt? Indeed, sixty-years of life on the sea can make a man out of anyone.....and also just about break the body...His face showed the signs of both age and a tough life.....cracked and dry from the sun and the sea...wrinkled by cruel-fate...

As he sat on his bed in his quarters, he withdrew from a satchel near the bed-post a drawing-pad and pencil......after-all, with all the time in the world at sea--and only part of that time spent actually doing anything important--he had picked-up the art-form back in his younger days. Gracefully, his old--but steady and detailed--hand brought to life the beauty of the woman he'd left behind all those years ago....he'd made the biggest choice of his life; a carreer over the only woman he'd ever loved. With each mark, he brought the details of her perfect face and curly hair. The old man smiles softly as he puts the paper down.....there was an alarm sounding through-out the ship and the fleet; the pilots were to report to their aircraft for final briefings........

Then, the intercomms blared to life as the Admiral was requested on the bridge..... He swighs and stands to leave...only looking back to see the original, black-and-white, photgraph of Anna.......lost so many years ago due to a twist of fate. Even now, his thoughts drifted back towards the present...and the job ahead. The invasion was about to commence........

*Alarms Blaring* "All hands to battle-stations.......Pilots report to primary launch positions...Await further orders....."

by **Albaie** » Thu Aug 11, 2011 2:04 pm

Fredrickson landed in the port district of Albaie city before sprinting with his guard to his Flagship EAS Skean and within an hour his fleet was under way his 4 other aircraft carriers formed into a diamond with his alongside his top aircraft carrier his destroyers joined up the diamond 2 on every side with a further 2 screening the fleet even further ahead were the submarines screening the fleet each one primed to fire at a seconds notice. The inside of the diamond was full of transports each one full to the brim with soldiers most under the decks sleeping they needed it in the morning when they would assult the main beach they were to assault the capital under the command of the Prince the plan to bomb the city while then the ground force move up in lighting fast manner to attack the city capturing political leaders and arranging a surrender making the force able to move on to arrange more nations surrender.

The Prince stood on the bridge of his flagship overlooking his fleet he could see everything his fighters were always coming and going searching ahead he did not know if this would be his first independent victory or defeat but it was unlikely he would lose there was over 470,000 more professional men on his side then theirs and his two pronged attack would decimate them he would be given a medal his brothers would never get finally break his brothers shadows. " let the bombers go " he said to his aide and within an hour 600 bombers were released for the capital alone before they spilled out into the countryside attacking enemy positions.

by **Garwall** » Thu Aug 11, 2011 5:50 pm

Garwall Presidential Bunker, Command Room

A foolish move.

They expected little to no air resistance, dispatching their Bombers without even sending forward a force to defend them. The slow-moving bombers would be no match for the many Surface-to-Air missile sand-bunkers scattered around the hills leading to the Capital. Men lay in wait, arsenals of Stinger-class missiles, and they begin to pick off the Bombers, one-by-one. Not long after that, the Garwall Fighters come into view. Several squadrons of them, eleven Jets per Squadron. Jets built for speed, evasion, and a heavy anti-air payload, they dived in close, releasing two to three missiles per aircraft, and quickly diving out, and back in repeatedly.

The City was a ghost-town. Utilizing the underground bunkers constructed during the Civil War, the Army would be able to escape the majority of the punishment released by the Bombardment, but the city would not escape unscathed. The bombing would leave buildings scorched, the lower slums completely ablaze. The more high-end section with tall builings come crashing down, the city crumbling. The Premier's own Office, took a direct hit. Several bunkers took direct hits from the bombs, killing a few hundred soldiers. But when the dust cleared, an amazing sight was seen--The massive Flagpole at the Center of the city, visible from the front of the city, was untouched! The proud Garwall flag still waved, and the men cheered. They quickly returned to their posts, digging in. Sporadic firefights already taking place near the landing zone, where small teams try to waylay the progress of the approaching behemoth.

From the Presidential Bunker, Garwall telecommunications desperately try to signal an ally, for aid... There was only so much the small Nation could take.

by **Nitrongaia** » Thu Aug 11, 2011 8:53 pm

Nitrongaia Defense Headquarters, Nitrongaia, Independent Republic of Nitrongaia
Leon was awaken from his daydreaming with a piece of alarming news.

"Sir! The nation of Garwall was recently invaded by a pro-Gibetian nation, Albaie. This conflict is expanding, and is estimated to blow into an wide-scale war. Wha-" the aide was cut off by Leon.

"Get me the goddamn Defense Minister, tell him it's me, and that we have a pretty big issue here." Leon spoke quickly, hiding his worry away. The aide left abruptly. Leon sighed, why did this have to happen in his time.

Capitol, Nitrongaia, Independent Republic of Nitrongaia
Chancellor John Hughet sat down at the meeting area and began tapping his foot nervously. This situation was not predicted by any of the military command and was dismissed as improbable.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Garwall, against the New Belkan invasion has recently sent news for help against Albaie, who launched an invasion in support of Gibet. I for one, vote for an immediate mobilization and deployment a significant amount of troops to help defend Garwall from these invaders." The Chancellor spoke very slowly, taking a moment to look at the faces.

"Not so! It is not our business to interfere! We have nothing to do with them!" Senator Mir shouted.

"You are wrong there, we are involved in this conflict concerning Gibet and New Belka, and a fellow nation has been attacked as a result of it going against Gibet, therefore it is our business to interfere. This is not about staying out of messes, for we have already tangled ourselves in one, therefore we must finish going through it." Senator Hu replied with confidence in his voice.

Hours later..
After much squabbling and politics as well as debating, the Senate finally got to voting, and defending Garwall won. A declaration of war on Albaie was made if they did not withdraw.

Official Communiqué from the Independent Republic of Nitrongaia
The Republic will declare war upon Gibet and the nations supporting it in it's invasions if they do not back down in the next 16 hours. This is your final warning from the Republic.

Code: Select all: Public Announcement from the Independent Republic of Nitrongaia to the nation of Garwall The Independent Republic of Nitrongaia in it's interests, would like to help defend your country from the invading country of Albaie. We are going to deploy 100,000 troops from the army, as well as armored divisions and heavy air support for you. Simply give us permission to be in your lands and our men will help defend your country.

by **Garwall** » Thu Aug 11, 2011 9:04 pm

Presidential Bunker, somewhere underground outside the Capital

Help has arrived. Enemy forces would be set upon the city in mere hours, but this was now irrelevant. With help on the way, Garwall had a fighting chance. Josef looked around the conference room, where Generals and Advisors sit around an oval table, with the Premier Josef at its head. "Relay the order for the army to fall back and defend Belgratz at all costs. We simply need to stall them long enough for aid to arrive. Blow up bridges, set off landslides, lay traps, do whatever possible to delay the advance of those troops!" Josef shouted. "Tell the Nitrongoaians to land their troops immediatly." he said, turning to view the large map behind him.

Out on the field, Garwall forces have sustained heavy casualties, but they fought bitterly against their enemies. With superior knowledge of the terrain, and combat experience, the People's Army was a tough nut to crack. As they began the organized retreat to the Capital, they did not make it easy on the enemy. Bridges were destroyed, explosive ordinance and other traps were set, ambush squads were left behind to stall enemy forces. Meanwhile, the continued bombing of Belgratz began taking the toll. Dozens of bunkers and underground passageways were now compromised from bombing, slowly forcing more Garwall troops topside to fight, taking position in shelled-out buildings and quickly-dug trenches.

by **Nitrongaia** » Thu Aug 11, 2011 10:20 pm

John Hughet sat back on his chair on his office and began to doze off. Suddenly, he got a call.

"Hello?" The voice of the Chancellor seemed like he had just woke up.

"This is Foreign Relations Chancellor, Garwall has accepted our help."

"Excellent, tell em we'll be there."

"Alright sir." The other line hung up.

John dialed for the Defense Minister. "Get the troops deployed. It'll take a while to get their, but I doubt Albaie will step down, so by the time we get there, war will be declared on them."

"We'll get their soon enough." With that, the call ended.
ORBAT

by **Albaie** » Thu Aug 11, 2011 11:48 pm

Garwall wrote:Garwall Presidential Bunker, Command Room

A foolish move.

They expected little to no air resistance, dispatching their Bombers without even sending forward a force to defend them. The slow-moving bombers would be no match for the many Surface-to-Air missile sand-bunkers scattered around the hills leading to the Capital. Men lay in wait, arsenals of Stinger-class missiles, and they begin to pick off the Bombers, one-by-one. Not long after that, the Garwall Fighters come into view. Several squadrons of them, eleven Jets per Squadron. Jets built for speed, evasion, and a heavy anti-air payload, they dived in close, releasing two to three missiles per aircraft, and quickly diving out, and back in repeatedly.

The City was a ghost-town. Utilizing the underground bunkers constructed during the Civil War, the Army would be able to escape the majority of the punishment released by the Bombardment, but the city would not escape unscathed. The bombing would leave buildings scorched, the lower slums completely ablaze. The more high-end section with tall builings come crashing down, the city crumbling. The Premier's own Office, took a direct hit. Several bunkers took direct hits from the bombs, killing a few hundred soldiers. But when the dust cleared, an amazing sight was seen--The massive Flagpole at the Center of the city, visible from the front of the city, was untouched! The proud Garwall flag still waved, and the men cheered. They quickly returned to their posts, digging in. Sporadic firefights already taking place near the landing zone, where small teams try to waylay the progress of the approaching behemoth.

From the Presidential Bunker, Garwall telecommunications desperately try to signal an ally, for aid... There was only so much the small Nation could take.

Out of the proud 600 only half that number returned 200 fighter bombers and 100 bombers the prince cursed but they had done their job and now his destroyers were barraging the beach while his submarines fired huge payloads at the enemy but his transports where advancing and hundreds of tanks and men were already landing he had sent a request for a force to be sent to Nitrongia to delay her advance. As his force swept across the beach the enemy were retreating towards the capital but he needed to get marching.

Within an hour his force assembled men in humvees led column while tanks on the outside with the remainder of the men on the inside while in the hills 10,000 light infantry surged through any ambushes but there was also a further 10,000 screening soldiers moving along in zig zag formations with minesweepers to stop traps even so his force has to keep on stopping for broken bridges but his tanks were fitted with bridge making but it was a slow business but soon they would be there he estimated around miday where he would have to fight in brutal siege warfare.

While this happened his other division were to arrive in the north at miday. The remainder of the fleet had assembled into battle formation fitting the transports with torpedoes and big guns while the submarines serched for the enemy.

by **Gibet** » Fri Aug 12, 2011 7:00 am

Kriegsmarine Fifth Fleet
Code Name: Omega-Three
Launching-Point Alpha-Bravo-Sixty-Three
Beginning of the Mesarian Campaign

Admiral Starke had managed to move his fleet to with-in one-hundred miles of the Mesarian Island Group. This was the launching-point for the four-hundred aircraft aboard the carriers, with the exception of a few fighters and bombers staying aboard in-case a third-wave was deemed needed. The first wave had only just begun take-off preparations... The whine and roar of jet-fighters and bombers broke the near-silence on the bridge as jet after jet took-off. Each pilot knew their objectives......

The first wave of fighters and bombers were armed with air-to-air and air-to-ship missiles---to strike the enemy dockings at Mersire. The second wave, due to take-off approximately fifteen minutes after the first wave, would be armed with air-to-air and air-to-ground missiles---to strike the enemy airfields and installations on Mesire. The third wave, due to take-off ten-minutes after the second wave, would be a mixture of jets armed with air-to-air, air-to-ground, or air-to-ship missiles.......

All told, the intent of this operation was to severely cripple the Mesarian Naval and Air-power in the area.....clearing the way for the ground-forces that would be landing forty-five minutes after the third-wave began it's attacks. The sky was filled, like one gigantic steel-sheet, full of aircraft. It was a beautifull sight....for the Gibetans atleast....
The Mesarians were in for a surprise.. A big one.....

The Gibetan Aerial Assault-force would home-in on Mesarian Radio-waves on their way to their targets.....With up-to-date information on their targets and objectives, the flight-groups would need to cause at much damage here and now beofre the enemy could scramble any counter-attacks...

Fighters would need to be destroyed on the ground....ships would need to be severely crippled before th crews could be shaken from what-ever surprise or shock they were given... Among the secondary targets and objectives would be any supply-depots and barracks.... With this attack, would begin the operation in the Mesarian Island Chain.....

Krakow, Gibet
Reichstag Building
President's Bunker

"Sir....SIR!" The Aide's voice awoke Stroope from his light-slumber. It was a good thing he did, for the president was suffering from sleep-anxiety. Even when he could sleep, he couldn't feel rested.....

"What....what is it?" Stroope asked anxiously and alertly....

"Sir, coded-transmission from the Fifth Fleet: 'First Aerial Attack Wave has taken-off......Preparations for Second-Wave are in motion.....First Amphibious Assault Wave is also in the process of briefing for the landings....'" The Aide finished as he looked back at the tired-looking President.

"Very good......before you leave, one last thing; who's in command of the first aerial attack wave?" The question was a tad bit shocking as the President rarely bothered himself with the "little people" involved in major operations....

"I believe his name is Flight-Commander Gunther Priene.......a fine example of a pilot...decorated too." The Aide tried to sound impressed but, nowadays, little could impress the man who'd constantly had to be at the President's side while reviewing his Elite S.S. Guardsmen........apparently, they were the best....why weren't they involved in these operations? He pushed the thought aside as he left to President to his sleep.

WAR!! Gibetan Troops Invade New-Belka (IC-MT-PMT,CLOSED)

WAR!! Gibetan Troops Invade New-Belka (IC-MT-PMT,CLOSED)

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