(RP) Tusko-Vuhifellian War (Invite Only)

[Tuskenjaar]

After a large travel plane departing Underium and heading for Pallmallia crashed over the Tuskenjaarian State of Krum'ganash due to a massive storm that the pilots were not informed of, The National Church of Tuskenjaar was planning to religiously sacrifice the 600 survivors of several nationalities on Tuskenjaarian television. Several Nations Pleaded for the return of their citizens, in which they were returned.

However, one nation, The Vuhifellian States, Classified The Tuskenjaarian Religion as a terrorist organization, and demanded the return of their citizens under the Threat of War. Seeing this as a insult to All of Tuskenjaar, King Benjamin N. Petrochko and The Council of 13 Declared War on The Vuhifellian States, gathering not only the support of The Tuskenjaarian Nationalists, But also from the Religious Tuskenjaarian citizens, who saw this as a call to a jihad-like holy war.

King Benjamin N. Petrochko Declared that while the other survivors were to be let go, The Vuhifellian Prisoners were to be executed for instigating a war that would no doubt cost thousands of tuskenjaarian their lives. The Prisoners were to be Lynched in the Capital City Square by General Saurfang Manhowers, the Military leader who would later Lead Tuskenjaar's forces into battle.

This is The Tragic Tale of the Tusko-Vuhifellian War.

[The Vuhifellian States]

Bright Hill, New Hivez, Vuhifellian Federation

"COUNCILOR!"
"The President will see you now, Councilor Imrani."
"Thanks, like I needed clarification."

The young, slender woman snaked her way into the president's office, where the Bright Hill Chief of Staff was waiting just beyond the door, shutting it quickly.

"Do you realize you just got us into a war single handedly!? Do you!? You're done! You are fucking finished in Republican politics!"
"Aren't you going to discuss the war, sir?"
"The war? What war? We have twelve fleets-"
"Of which at least three need to be stationed in and around the territorial waters of the Vuhifellian continent at all times. Sir, this is different from the civil war."
"Councilor."
"Mr. President..."
"How fast can we have boots on the ground?"
"You'd have to talk to the Supreme Council or the Council of War for that, sir. I'm only a third seat."
"And already making my job so much harder. You know, my life would be infinitely easier if I could appoint my cabinet..."

Vuhifellian Military Council, North Point, East Point, Vuhifellian Federation

"What's the status of our SOSUS and PAVE PAWS arrays?"
"All stations are active, sir. SIGINT Stations are reporting that the civilians have been executed."
"Which means we have no Vuhifellians, civilian or otherwise on the ground?"
"No, sir. We don't even have diplomatic relations with the country."
"Alright, get the Air Force and Information Corps on the line - I want to coordinate a Unified Defense Plan in case the enemy decides to attack the Federation. Lieutenant!"
"Yes, sir!"
"Get Admirals Hackett, Genest, and Lorell on the line. They're responsible for the Fourth, Sixth, and Seventh Fleets-"

Hagel Hill, New Hivez, Vuhifellian Federation

There was chaos in the capitol building. Officially, the nation was still at peace, however, a foreign nation had just declared war on the Federation in addition to executing several of its citizens. A general advisory went out across Capitol Police radio - detain any and all foreigners, Greykans, and Kazans as a precautionary measure while the Council of War convened.

The Supreme Council building was a large horseshoe sitting on a hill opposite of Bright Hill, the president's residence. At the top was a large glass beehive extruding from the building like a parasite, where the Supreme Council met. Beneath it sat the various councils in accordance to their importance, with the wings of the "horseshoe" serving as office space for their staff. An emergency meeting of the Council of War had been called a day earlier, but the public already knew how they would vote on "CW-140"

Vuhifellian Federation
Council of War

C.W. 140 - A MEASURE to declare a state of war between the Vuhifellian Federation and the Kingdom of Tuskenjaar.

ACKNOWLEDGING that the Kingdom of Tuskenjaar has already declared a state of war against the Vuhifellian Federation.

RECOGNIZING that the Kingdom of Tuskenjaar has deliberately murdered Vuhifellian citizens.

STATING that the Vuhifellian Federation is in its full legal right to defend itself against an external threat.

STATING that the Vuhifellian Federation had a legal right to demand the safety of its citizens.

This Council hereby finds that the Vuhifellian Federation faces a legitimate external threat which must be defended against via military force. (5-0)
This Council hereby declares a state of war to exist between the Vuhifellian Federation and the Kingdom of Tuskenjaar. (4-1)
This Council hereby authorizes the President of the Vuhifellian Federation to use all force legally given to him as the Commander-in-Chief of the Vuhifellian Federation to defeat the enemy. (5-0)
This Council hereby notes that the objective of military operations shall be as follows:
-Bring the murderers of Vuhifellian citizens to justice. (5-0)
-Destroy the Kingdom of Tuskenjaar's ability to threaten the Vuhifellian Federation ever again. (3-2)

Signed,
Michael Miller
Supreme Councilor of War

Khaled al-Khalifa
Vice Councilor of War

Joseph O'Brian
Councilor of War, First Seat

Jilan Hyriin
Councilor of War, Second Seat

Keith Brandenwold
Councilor of War, Third Seat

[The Vuhifellian States]

One Month Later
(OOC: since I have no naval bases nearby and needed to mobilize)

900 Kilometers Off the Coast of the Kingdom of Tuskenjaar
Vuhifellian Eleventh Fleet
VFS George Daniels

"Sir!"

Weapons officer Kieth Mitchell turned and saluted Admiral Ivret. A rare sight to see in the Vuhifellian military, Admiral Ivret was both a Greykan and Kazan - an ethno-religious minority heavily persecuted on the main continent, and yet here he was, thousands of miles from home, about to bombard a foreign land in defense of the Federation.

"Yes, ensign? What is it?"

"We've just passed the 900 kilometer mark, we can begin bombardment!"

"Have we received targeting data from the Walsh?"

"Yes sir. The Information Corps has compiled some data for us. The enemy is dug in along the coastline and major cities. They have identified several targets for a first strike."

"Military or civilian?"

"Several military bases including at least seven government structures, eight broadcasting masts, and several resource processing facilities. It is unknown whether these facilities are nationalized or in private hands."

"Okay...let's do it. I want a damage analysis after the attack, when can we expect the strikes to hit?"

"Roughly forty or so minutes after launch for the missiles, sir. An hour for the jets, they should return in two hours."

"Hit them in cycles of twenty minutes and have the second and third combat wings on standby. Ensign Richardson!"

"Aye, sir?"

"Have all ships man battlestations, we're launching the first strike now."

"Aye aye, sir!"

Over the course of several minutes, several F-18s could be seen on the flight deck below, with two more on the elevators up. The cruisers in the fleet began to open their missile bays, which was probably the same for the submarines below.

"Countdown to 12:00:00 New Hivez Standard Time...five...four...three...two...one...attack commencing."

The roar of the catapults and jet engines below ripped through the air, sending the first four fighters on their way to bomb military targets and targets of opportunity. The cruisers VFS Greykan, VFS Tyllian, and VFS Solum Rei began launching Tomahawks in waves of ten missiles per ship every twenty minutes . The jets would go after mobile targets, such as tanks and fuel trucks, while the missiles were bunkers, barracks, anti aircraft guns, and radar arrays. Several other tomahawks launched from beneath the waves from the submarines VFS Comberth and VFS North Point were targeted towards strategic civilian targets such as government buildings, broadcast centers, and bridges.

"Ensign, how much longer until we arrive near their coastline?"

"A few more days, sir!"

[Tuskenjaar]

500 Kilometers From Venture Company Vegetable Processing Plant Kappa, Bunker #2845

"My lord, the Outlanders have Started to bombard the Venture Companies Vegetable Processing Plant and The Tuskenjaar Broadcast Centre's Eastern radio Stations." Said one worried soldier, while placing units all over the wooden strategy map.

"Now do you see what we are shedding blood for, grunt? The Outlanders would rather take pleasure in seeing citizens starve than fight our military with honor" said General Saurfang as he Sharpened His Katana.

"The Outlanders have the idea that if they destroy our private sector they will destroy tuskenjaar from the inside out. they are maggots and are to be treated as such. Call in a Surprise napalm strike on the Greykan, that will distract them long enough for us to send two legions of raiders to dig guerilla tunnels along the coast. When the demons march onto the beaches we will burst from the very ground for the perfect ambush."

"a-and what if we are outgunned and must retreat, milord?" asked the same soldier, while taking off his Stahlhelm.

"Retreating is a offense to the King Himself. You are to fight to the last man standing. if the demons try to spare you, swallow your suicide grenade. they will rape and torture you until you give them our whereabouts." general Saurfang yelled. He then whipped the soldier with his cat-of-nine-tails.

"Yeeaaarrrgh!! Apologies, My Lord. I shal not question you again" screamed the soldier, crying.

"Get the hell out of my sight, you dainty little baby fucker. the king has told me he will not rest until the President of Vuhifellia Kneels before the throne in person, and I will be his instrument of wrath!" shrieked General Saurfang, as he slammed his fists against the Tactical Map like a crazed animal.

[The Vuhifellian States]

OOC: Not to nitpick, but are you sure your nation has 250km of available land between any two given points? Just going by the map you provided.
VFS Indigo (DDG-781)

"Sir! The Walsh has picked up an enemy air squadron leaving one of their airfields near the coast! It lacks civilian IFF signatures."

"Aye aye. Thank you for the alert, ensign. Tell the fleet to ready up the CIWS, launch RIM missiles."

"Aye aye, captain!"

Several vertical launch tubes began to open on the destroyers VFS Indigo and the VFS Amber, Several RIM-174 surface-to-air missiles, standard on all armed Vuhifellian Naval vessels, launched from their tubes as the destroyers began their tomahawk assault on the nation. Though they didn't carry as many tomahawk missiles as their cruiser or submarine counterparts, they were still well armed to bombard the nation from a safe distance of several hundred kilometers.

VFS Clarence E. Walsh (IV-7)

Pride of the Vuhifellian Navy at the time of her launch, the Clarence E. Walsh was an electronic warfare vessel that had multitracking capabilities and was able to link into both the Naval Fleet Network and the Information Corps Network, allowing her to view real time battlefield data and relay that information to the fire control centers on the bridges of every other vessel in the fleet.

"Captain, the first wave of tomahawks has hit! Several strategic civilian targets have been hit and confirmed destroyed!"

"Any word on strategic military targets?"

"Negative, Captain. We have confirmed hits but the smoke is obstructing the satellites."

"What's the ETA on the first wave of F-18s coming in?"

"Twenty more minutes, sir! We can divert them if you wish."

"Have all F-18 pilots engage active radar and destroy any radar and air defense sites they come across. Release guided ordinance following radar lock only. They have clearance to drop unguided ordinance on any airfield or air control center they find. There's at least one airport in grid Kilo one-two, south of the capital. That should be a high priority target for Flight One."

"Flight One, did you get that?"

"We copy. Flight One, all planes switching to active radar, priming guided and unguided ordinance now."

"VFS Clarence E. Walsh copy. Next wave of tomahawks should be arriving in twenty minutes."

"Copy. Flight One radio silence."

As the flight of F-18s broke radio contact with the fleet, a new set of tomahawks launched by seven various naval vessels began their journey towards the enemy. Because of the onboard systems of the Walsh these tomahawks could automatically target the next set of military and civilian targets without manual programming by those in the fleet, providing faster launch times and greater accuracy overall. The next combat air wing of F-18s was prepped and ready for launch and, one by one, entered the pale blue sky that, at least back home, indicated peace.

[Tuskenjaar]

"Good news, my lord. The battalions you sent to the beaches are heading through the thick swamp at a fast rate. now all we have to do is wait for them to arrive at the beach, so then we can send in the supply tru--" said one soldier, before being interrupted.

"NAY!! The Enemy is targeting Tanks and Trucks with missiles. I have a better plan. Have the Legion Secure the Area. We are to send another Legion to the frontlines, but these soldiers will take a different route. they will use this shortcut *Points to area on tactical map* through the thickest, most stagnant area of the swamps. they will carry the supplies by cart, that way the enemy will have no way to detect them, and we will set up our guerilla tunnels before they even land." Snarked General Saurfang, as he was looking over a map of the frontline.

"My Lord--A Phone Call From The King" Said another soldier, handing the phone to general saurfang.

"Give me that, gruntling!" Snapped Saurfang.

"General I will make this quick, so prepare a fighter jet as we speak. I am faxing you a letter I have made for the General of the enemy army himself. I want you to send a UNARMED messenger to the enemy's main battleship to give it to him." Said the king over the phone

The Fax machine almost instantly printed out the letter. General Saurfang read it silently to himself:

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To whom it may concern:

Good Luck to thee, general of a hostile army.
For The Blue Sky Itself Shall Watch our Bloody Spree
Sad is the fact lives will be lost
But do know we as a nation believe our cause is just.
And do know if any of your soldiers surrender to mine,
You have my solid promise, we shall not torture or kill any one of them.

Fight with honor, King Benjamin N. Petrochko of Tuskenjaar

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General Saurfang Snorted in confusion. "Compassion? Really? you show compassion to these abominations?"

"They are men with families to. The Watchers Protect all, but Aid The Followers of Tuskenjaar." Said The King, as he hung up.

General Saurfang Sighed. "Send an unarmed plane to the enemy's main ship to give their general this note, kings orders."

"Yes, My Lord" Said One Soldier as he walked away.

[The Vuhifellian States]

VFS George Daniels

"Admiral, sir! We're picking up a lone incoming enemy jet. Bearing two-seven-zero, it has passive radar engaged and military IFF signatures."

"It could be a reconnaissance craft. The air force should have taken out their satellites before we even got here."

"I don't think it's a recon craft, sir. It's flying well below the ceiling."

"Shoot it down, regardless. This is an active war zone, what the hell are they doing sending a military jet over here."

"Aye aye, sir! VFS Ozark, air suppression needed for one, I repeat, one air mobile hostile."

"Aye aye. This is Ozark fire control. Missile away."

A single RIM missile left the destroyer Ozark - after the first few waves of missiles had launched, the five surface vessels and two submarines had fallen back behind the wake of the carrier to rearm from the fleet's three supply vessels. Seven fresh combatants took their place, continuing the tomahawk barrage.

"VFS Clarence E. Walsh this is the bridge of the Daniels, what's the status on Flight One?"

"Flight One has ordinance clear. Multiple air defense installations have been confirmed destroyed. One bird got hit in the fuel tank but the insulation prevented a fire."

"Can he make it home?"

"Yes sir, we launched at 900 kilometers out, those jets have a range more than twice that in addition to our continual movement towards the coast."

"That's good. VFS Daniels out. Ensign, get me the Charlesboro and the Saint Archer"

"Aye aye!"

VFS Charlesboro

"This is the Charlesboro, how can I help you, Admiral?"

"How are the Marines, Commander?"

"The 15th and 30th Tactical Marine Battalions are ready to be deployed at any time, Admiral. We just need to get in range so our Sea Hawks won't be so low on fuel if they need to return. Our harriers can soften up any resistance on the beachheads before landing."

"Wonderful to hear. We'll be launching Flight Three shortly. Is there any place in particular your Marines would like to go?"

"Personally they'd love to burn down the bloody capital, return the bodies of the dead civilians to the ship and continue defending the Federation against real threats, like the Kazans."

"One threat at a time, Commander. The whole damn country is a glorified swamp. What's our beachhead?"

"The Air Force needs an airstrip - we have the emergency roll-mat that can handle the light cargo and bomber aircraft in our cargo bulkhead."

"That's great to hear, Commander. Keep the rotors running."

"Aye aye, sir."

Another volley of tomahawk missiles from the fleet was launched to their targets. Smoke had cleared enough for the satellites orbiting high above to see that the first two rounds had obliterated everything they had targeted - some collateral damage, but the Admiral could live with a few destroyed homes at the price of a destroyed oil refinery.

"Flight control, Flight Three away. Go get 'em boys."

[Tuskenjaar]

The Tuskenjaarian royal palace, The Canyon capital City of Petro'yui

"Your Majesty, a call from general saurfang" said the maid as she was taking her smoke break.

King Benjamin Petrochko Picked up The Phone.

"I told you the dangers of these cretins, your majesty. They shot down the messenger plane before they could even land." Chuckled Saurfang on the Phone.

For once in his life of power and control, King Benjamin felt fear for his and his family's souls.

"I am initiating order Ultamanium. Every Civilian aged 14 and Up and in fighting condition is to be armed and put onto the front lines. that makes about .63 Billion People armed to the teeth between them and us." cowared King Benjamin.

"Sir, That is Ballistically Crazy! Do you know how many lives you will put in danger! Or how screwed the economy will be if you do this! And the council of 13 wont ever authorize thi-" shrieked Saurfang

"The Council has decreed that I may issue this order if I feel it necessary. The well being of the Kingdom is better than an economy, general. and besides, with the swamps and a half a billion people standing in their way, there is no way they will be able to win. is that understood?"

"Yes, Your Majesty" Said the general.

"Also, I am Ordering the Agg'mar Institute to..Unleash their experiments to the front Lines."

"Sir That's classified. You'll have the WA up our a-" Said the general before being interupted

"as I was saying, you have your orders. go." The King then hung up.

[The Vuhifellian States]

OOC: General bombardment and defense order until the fleet is within 50 km of the shore.

VFS George Daniels

Electronic Action Message - Classication: TOP SECRET

GENERAL ORDER:
VUHIFELLIAN ELEVENTH FLEET:

NAVAL VESSELS ARE TO CONTINUE MISSILE BOMBARDMENT UNTIL FLEET IS WITHIN 50 KILOMETERS OF ENEMY SHORLINE. CIWS ARRAYS ARE TO BE ACTIVE AT ALL TIMES.

THE VFS Clarence E. Walsh HAS ASSIGNED THE FOLLOWING DESIGNATED TARGETS TO THESE SHIPS:

VFS INDIGO - STRATEGIC CIVILIAN ECONOMIC TARGETS
VFS AMBER - STRATEGIC CIVILIAN TRANSPORTATION TARGETS
VFS GREYKAN - STRATEGIC CIVILIAN COMMUNICATIONS TARGETS
VFS TYLLIAN - NATIONAL AND LOCAL GOVERNMENT OFFICES
VFS OZARK - MILITARY AIR DEFENSE & RADAR
VFS COMBERTH - MILITARY CHECKPOINTS AND STORAGE
VFS NORTH POINT - STRATEGIC CIVILIAN RESOURCE RESERVES
VFS SOLUM REI - MILITARY VEHICLES AND MOTOR POOLS
VFS CENTRUM - MILITARY & CIVILIAN AIR TRAFFIC CONTROL
VFS ANG REI - MILITARY AIR DEFENSE & RADAR
VFS GEORGE DANIELS - FLIGHTS ONE, TWO, THREE, AND FOUR - GENERAL GROUND TARGETS OF OPPORTUNITY
VFS CHARLESBORO - FLIGHT ONE - MILITARY VEHICLES
VFS SAINT ARCHER - FLIGHT ONE - MILITARY VEHICLES & STORAGE
ALL OTHER VESSELS ARE TO REMAIN ON STANDBY. SAM AND ASW MISSILES ARE TO REMAIN HOT AT ALL TIMES.

ORDER SIGNED,
ADMIRAL IVRET

[Tuskenjaar]

King benjamin sat on his throne as all of tuskenjaar was dying. his wife came up to him as he silently wept to himself.

"Honey, we need to talk. this war is tearing tuskenjaar apart. children are running in the streets with AK-47's while starving. as your wife and Queen of Tuskenjaar, I am telling you to offer a peace treaty to the enemy." Said Queen Sheila Pridemane to him, as she looked out the window to see petro'yui in anarchy.

"I can never surrender. It is the tuskenjaarian creed to fight to the last drop of blood or die. what kind of example would I be showing to my country?" moruned benjamin, as his crown fell off his head.

"What kind of example would you be showing to your son?" sheila said sternly. "I have been meaning to tell you this for a while. I am Pregnant with a boy, and I will not see my son's birthright be burning ANYMORE." Hollared Sheila.

King Benjamin immedently rushed to grab his royal advisor, Kyle Ratti.

"I am going to save tuskenjaar, for my son." Said king benjamin, with just a spark of hope in his black, smoke-filled heart.

[Tuskenjaar]

I, King Benjamin N Petrochko of tuskenjaar, would like to send this video message to the government of Vuhifellia. I, and the Council of 13, hereby offer a peace treaty to you. but first, I would like report something. In the spirit of honor, I was going to send a message to the general of your army, as I will read now:

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To whom it may concern:

Good Luck to thee, general of a hostile army.
For The Blue Sky Itself Shall Watch our Bloody Spree
Sad is the fact lives will be lost
But do know we as a nation believe our cause is just.
And do know if any of your soldiers surrender to mine,
You have my solid promise, we shall not torture or kill any one of them.

Fight with honor, King Benjamin N. Petrochko of Tuskenjaar
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I sent a lone fighter jet with its weaponry disabled, carrying an unarmed messenger to give this note. it was shot down before it could even land. with that plane, where my hopes of winning the war shot down to. Therefore I offer this peace arrangement:

The war will end If:
Tuskenjaar signs a treaty saying it will never declare war upon your nation again,
General Saurfang Manhowers, The Executioner of your citizens, is given onto you as a prisoner
The Current Tuskenjaarian Government remains in power.

If you feel that you want me, King of tuskenjaar, executed for the crimes against your nation, I agree, as long as you do not hurt my pregnant wife or child. I am always available for more negotiations if necessary. end video, now get me a valium and a cigar, not necessarily in that order

[The Vuhifellian States]

Two Days Later
58 Kilometers from the coast of Tuskenjaar
VFS Charlesboro

"Alright Marines, form up! Hurry up! Go, go, go! What's taking your lolly-asses so long!? You get fat and slow from a few weeks at sea!?"

Hundreds of Vuhifellian Marines running up the stairs of the amphibious assault ship Charlesboro were shouting "no" while their NCOs and officers yelled at them to hurry and form up. Six MH-53 Pave Lows were lined up on the deck, with two more coming up on the elevators. A similar sight could be seen on the Charlesboro's sister ship, the VFS Saint Archer.

"15th Marine Infantry Battalion is on standby," a voice blared over the ship's loudspeakers. "15th Marines, constant naval air and missile strikes have weakened enemy positions over the last two days. It will be your job to secure the national capital's main airport. The navy was kind enough to leave the runways intact while destroying their radar and air control capabilities, so for the most part they'll be blind..."

As the Commander was briefing them, a flight of EA-6Bs could be seen taking off from the deck of the Daniels - pre-invasion propaganda, meant to demoralize any remaining government officials, soldiers, and civilians before the Marines and Navy special warfare operators could land in force.

"The Air Force has a number of long range C-5 transports that are en route with heavy equipment. Mainly APCs and Warmaster tanks, but until we secure that airport its just you grunts and the Navy."

"Hoorah!"

"That's what I like to hear! You'll be coming in the first wave alongside the 33rd Marines from the Saint Archer. Second wave will consist of the Navy Special Warfare Group Squads 17 and 20 being dropped at unnamed locations away from your objective. Wave three will consist of the 30th and the 88th Marines. All in all, if all our birds make it back intact, we're looking at a deployment rate of an hour each, so you'll have to tough it out until reinforcements arrive."

"Hoorah!"

"Dismissed! Begin deployment!"

Squads of marines began to break off and file into the heavy transport helicopters. They were slow, but they could take a beating - perfect for an invasion with no heavy Air Force support.

"Charlesboro control, this is Kilo flight, Kilo One One requesting permission to take off..."

VFS George Daniels

"Admiral! We're receiving an incoming communication from the enemy nation!"

"Put it through but have the feed relayed through the Walsh first. I want their automated systems scrubbing the data so it's not a trap...

I sent a lone fighter jet with its weaponry disabled, carrying an unarmed messenger to give this note. it was shot down before it could even land. with that plane, where my hopes of winning the war shot down to. Therefore I offer this peace arrangement:

The war will end If:
Tuskenjaar signs a treaty saying it will never declare war upon your nation again,
General Saurfang Manhowers, The Executioner of your citizens, is given onto you as a prisoner
The Current Tuskenjaarian Government remains in power.

If you feel that you want me, King of tuskenjaar, executed for the crimes against your nation, I agree, as long as you do not hurt my pregnant wife or child. I am always available for more negotiations if necessary. end video, now get me a valium and a cigar, not necessarily in that order

"..."

"Admiral? Admiral, did you hear that?"

"Yeah, I did. Get a satellite uplink with the Council of War! And call back the Marines!"

Emergency Meeting of the Council of War

Vuhifellian Federation
Council of War

C.W. 141 - A Measure to accept the surrender of the Kingdom of Tuskenjaar.

RECOGNIZING the efforts of the Eleventh Fleet in carrying out the goals of C.W. 140

RECOMMENDING Admiral Ivret for the Navy Cross.

RECOMMENDING the Eleventh Fleet for the Presidential Unit Citation.

RECOMMENDING the 15th, 30th, 33rd, and 88th Marines for the Presidential Unit Citation.

ACKNOWLEDGING that the Kingdom of Tuskenjaar has offered to surrender.

RECOGNIZING the conditions of Tuskenjaar's surrender.

It is the opinion of this council that the Vuhifellian Federation shall cease hostilities with the Kingdom of Tuskenjaar. (5-0)
This council hereby ratifies the peace treaty with the following conditions
-That General Saurfang Manhowers is to be handed over to Vuhifellian authorities for immediate trial. (5-0)
-That Tuskenjaar will not declare war upon the Vuhifellian Federation again. (5-0)
-That the current Tuskenjaarian system of government remain in power. (5-0)
-That the current King of Tuskenjaar be handed over to Vuhifellian authorities for immediate trial. (3-2)
-That the current King's family is to be treated as non-combatant civilians in this conflict. (5-0)

Signed,
Michael Miller
Supreme Councilor of War

Khaled al-Khalifa
Vice Councilor of War

Joseph O'Brian
Councilor of War, First Seat

Jilan Hyriin
Councilor of War, Second Seat

Keith Brandenwold
Councilor of War, Third Seat