The Occupation of Tuskenjaar (Semi-Open)

[The Vuhifellian States]

"Well that was...peculiar..."
"Anything wrong, admiral? You weren't expecting them to drink blood, did you? Just like home?"
"Very funny, sergeant."

"SUDS six-six, this is ground team, what's your status?"

The sergeant tilted his head to the radio on his shoulder, turning away from the crowd and the shaman.

"Ceremonies complete. Onward to objective charlie, ground team. Super Nine Four, requesting pick up at objective zulu."

"Roger SUDS six-six. En route."

"Super Nine One to ground team, route to objective charlie is clear. Route to objective delta is also clear."

"Roger, this is Colonel Altman, all units behind tank unit Punta Gorda are to head north to objective delta, Flight Super Nine is to escort convoy that is heading to objective delta."

"You sure about that, Colonel?"

"Positive. The sooner we secure these strategic areas, the better. And we haven't encountered resistance justifying the size of this convoy. Does navy command see any problem with that?"

"'Hold on, ground team," the sergeant said, walking up to the admiral. "Sir, ground team requests to split in two and assault both objective charlie and objective delta simultaneously with Flight Super Nine providing overwatch for the secondary team."

"Who's in charge of the secondary team?"
"Ground team, this is SUDS six-six, who is in charge of the secondary team?"
"That would be me, SUDS six-six. Major Kyle Runner, 9th Vuhifellian Army, 14th Armored Division, 79th Light Armored Brigade."

The admiral looked to the side for a moment, as if in contemplation, before grabbing the radio from the sergeant.

"Alright, major. Simultaneously operation zones are hereby authorized by navy command. Get back safe, roger?"
"Yes, sir!"

The admiral looked down around the square around the cathedral. Troops began to re-enter the LAVs and the tanks once again roared to life. The first ground team, led by Colonel Altman, would assault the royal palace and secure the remaining royalty within the premises, while also linking up with any remaining Tuskenjaari security forces that may have survived the bombing. The second assault force, led by Major Runner, would take the hill overlooking the city to be used as an observation base and allow artillery overwatch over the capital region.

"Alright men, we've still got a lot to do before this city is secure, move out!"
"Aye aye, sir!"

As the SUDS soldiers began to move out, an army MH-53 - Super Nine Four - descended towards the cathedral, opening its doors to direct the admiral back to the airport.

"Remember, shaman. Come to the airport gates if you have anything else for me. I'll rebuild your country, but only if your people allow me to govern instead of fight..." He then walked off, escorted by several SUDS soldiers before heading into the helicopter itself and making the short trip back to base.

[Nuvalia]

Where is your country located, I think i wanna join this mug

[Nazistisches Reich]

"Well that was...peculiar..."
"Anything wrong, admiral? You weren't expecting them to drink blood, did you? Just like home?"
"Very funny, sergeant."

"SUDS six-six, this is ground team, what's your status?"

The sergeant tilted his head to the radio on his shoulder, turning away from the crowd and the shaman.

"Ceremonies complete. Onward to objective charlie, ground team. Super Nine Four, requesting pick up at objective zulu."

"Roger SUDS six-six. En route."

"Super Nine One to ground team, route to objective charlie is clear. Route to objective delta is also clear."

"Roger, this is Colonel Altman, all units behind tank unit Punta Gorda are to head north to objective delta, Flight Super Nine is to escort convoy that is heading to objective delta."

"You sure about that, Colonel?"

"Positive. The sooner we secure these strategic areas, the better. And we haven't encountered resistance justifying the size of this convoy. Does navy command see any problem with that?"

"'Hold on, ground team," the sergeant said, walking up to the admiral. "Sir, ground team requests to split in two and assault both objective charlie and objective delta simultaneously with Flight Super Nine providing overwatch for the secondary team."

"Who's in charge of the secondary team?"
"Ground team, this is SUDS six-six, who is in charge of the secondary team?"
"That would be me, SUDS six-six. Major Kyle Runner, 9th Vuhifellian Army, 14th Armored Division, 79th Light Armored Brigade."

The admiral looked to the side for a moment, as if in contemplation, before grabbing the radio from the sergeant.

"Alright, major. Simultaneously operation zones are hereby authorized by navy command. Get back safe, roger?"
"Yes, sir!"

The admiral looked down around the square around the cathedral. Troops began to re-enter the LAVs and the tanks once again roared to life. The first ground team, led by Colonel Altman, would assault the royal palace and secure the remaining royalty within the premises, while also linking up with any remaining Tuskenjaari security forces that may have survived the bombing. The second assault force, led by Major Runner, would take the hill overlooking the city to be used as an observation base and allow artillery overwatch over the capital region.

"Alright men, we've still got a lot to do before this city is secure, move out!"
"Aye aye, sir!"

As the SUDS soldiers began to move out, an army MH-53 - Super Nine Four - descended towards the cathedral, opening its doors to direct the admiral back to the airport.

"Remember, shaman. Come to the airport gates if you have anything else for me. I'll rebuild your country, but only if your people allow me to govern instead of fight..." He then walked off, escorted by several SUDS soldiers before heading into the helicopter itself and making the short trip back to base.

OOC:Tuskenjaaria are you going to RP reaver with my men or shall I?
IC: Reich SS Guard men along with a large group anti-Vuhifellian Tuskenjaarian refugees who went to nazistisches reich and were taken and trained by th SS Guard were waiting at the palace. They had set up the night before after recieving intel of the planned assault from a vuhifellian soldier who was kidnapped while he was on patrol. Mines were set up on the long narrow road leading up to the palace. 2 LMG's were on the roof with some SS men and Tuskenjaarians also. SS Guards along with the rest of Tuskenjaarian milita were in the palace windows hiding and waiting. The SS along with the trained Tuskenjaarian militia were armed with AP-40 Jaguar Assault Rifles and equipped with OTV Body Armor of course the weapons and armor were specially made to be unmarked so it couldnt be traced back to the Reich government. The ambush was set and there was a SS marksman approx. 3 blocks from the palace hiding on the roof of a 5 story building armed with a SR-71 Sniper Rifle. His objective was to report back when he spotted the assault team on its way to the palace.

[The Vuhifellian States]

Ground Team Alpha
A Warmaster tank with the name "King Death" painted on the side led the convoy through the narrow streets of the capital, making the turn onto the wide boulevard that led to the royal palace.

"Ground team alpha, heading west on main boulevard. Positive visual on objective charlie."

"Roger ground team alpha, this is army control. Maintain current speed. Go in hard and fast and secure the palace grounds immediately, over."

The bombed out husks of residences and stores that lined the avenue up to the royal palace, almost acknowledging and accusing the Vuhifellian soldiers of what they had done. The city was quiet - the sound of the jets coming into the airport could be heard cutting through the air."

"Ground team alpha, nearing palace gr-"

The blast came first, then the shockwave which rocked every vehicle in the convoy and tested their reinforced suspensions. The lead tank had just hit a mine. If it had been a Warmaster Mk II, that might have been a problem, but it was a Warmaster Mk IV. Their reinforced, wraparound reflective armor, in a special "W" form on the underbelly of the beast, meant that the tank, and most importantly, its crew, came out unscathed.

"Ground team alpha, what happened!?"

"Challenger Four hit a mine. Optics confirm they are unharmed."
"This is challenger four, that's a roger. We're a bit shook up and I bumped my head on the latch, but we're fine."

The convoy had now stopped, as the LAV behind let down its hatch and a team of Vuhifellian soldiers exited.

"Army command, this is Reason Team, optical scan shows LMG emplacements on the roof of that building. No movement. Personnel not detected."

"Roger that Reason Team, get back in you-"

Before army command had a chance to respond with an order, a militiaman came up from behind cover with an RPG and fired it at the lead LAV. It hit the side mesh shielding, exploding but causing no damage to the LAV, instead blowing off the arm of one soldier who had been standing too close.

"Contact! Infantry at twenty meters! Ten o' clock, heavy weapons!"
"Contact!"

Before the militiaman had a chance to reload or get back into cover, a heavy machine gun from an LAV, operated by a gunner safely protected from the cockpit of the vehicle, blew a large hole in his chest, killing the man instantly.

"Army control we have enemy contact."
"Roger, ground team alpha, tangos in your area. You have free ROE, copy."
"Ground team alpha copies. Flight Super Nine request overwatch, copy.."
"Flight Super Nine copies. En route, over."

Radio chatter began to fill the encrypted Vuhifellian frequencies. It wasn't chaos, but the activity was noticeably higher than the relative peace that had accompanied the convoy into the city earlier.

"Load him up! Challenger Four is clearing a path!"
"Challenger Four, roger. Pushing through."

Reason Team loaded their dead squadmate into the LAV, before the hatches of all other LAVs opened. The infantry would be following the convoy into the palace ground as Challenger Four prematurely detonated any vehicle mines that could rip an LAV to shreds but couldn't begin to dent a Warmaster. They could hear the roar of the choppers as they diverted to the combat area, right as a burst of movement could be seen at the palace grounds...

Ground Team Bravo

"Ground team bravo, no movement. Goliath, have nothing on EM spectrum."
"Roger. Continue to objective delta."

The convoy continued to push forward towards the hill - minimal resistance - a militiaman or two with small arms that would be torn to shreds from the heavy machine guns on the LAVs.

[Nazistisches Reich]

Ground Team Alpha
A Warmaster tank with the name "King Death" painted on the side led the convoy through the narrow streets of the capital, making the turn onto the wide boulevard that led to the royal palace.

"Ground team alpha, heading west on main boulevard. Positive visual on objective charlie."

"Roger ground team alpha, this is army control. Maintain current speed. Go in hard and fast and secure the palace grounds immediately, over."

The bombed out husks of residences and stores that lined the avenue up to the royal palace, almost acknowledging and accusing the Vuhifellian soldiers of what they had done. The city was quiet - the sound of the jets coming into the airport could be heard cutting through the air."

"Ground team alpha, nearing palace gr-"

The blast came first, then the shockwave which rocked every vehicle in the convoy and tested their reinforced suspensions. The lead tank had just hit a mine. If it had been a Warmaster Mk II, that might have been a problem, but it was a Warmaster Mk IV. Their reinforced, wraparound reflective armor, in a special "W" form on the underbelly of the beast, meant that the tank, and most importantly, its crew, came out unscathed.

"Ground team alpha, what happened!?"

"Challenger Four hit a mine. Optics confirm they are unharmed."
"This is challenger four, that's a roger. We're a bit shook up and I bumped my head on the latch, but we're fine."

The convoy had now stopped, as the LAV behind let down its hatch and a team of Vuhifellian soldiers exited.

"Army command, this is Reason Team, optical scan shows LMG emplacements on the roof of that building. No movement. Personnel not detected."

"Roger that Reason Team, get back in you-"

Before army command had a chance to respond with an order, a militiaman came up from behind cover with an RPG and fired it at the lead LAV. It hit the side mesh shielding, exploding but causing no damage to the LAV, instead blowing off the arm of one soldier who had been standing too close.

"Contact! Infantry at twenty meters! Ten o' clock, heavy weapons!"
"Contact!"

Before the militiaman had a chance to reload or get back into cover, a heavy machine gun from an LAV, operated by a gunner safely protected from the cockpit of the vehicle, blew a large hole in his chest, killing the man instantly.

"Army control we have enemy contact."
"Roger, ground team alpha, tangos in your area. You have free ROE, copy."
"Ground team alpha copies. Flight Super Nine request overwatch, copy.."
"Flight Super Nine copies. En route, over."

Radio chatter began to fill the encrypted Vuhifellian frequencies. It wasn't chaos, but the activity was noticeably higher than the relative peace that had accompanied the convoy into the city earlier.

"Load him up! Challenger Four is clearing a path!"
"Challenger Four, roger. Pushing through."

Reason Team loaded their dead squadmate into the LAV, before the hatches of all other LAVs opened. The infantry would be following the convoy into the palace ground as Challenger Four prematurely detonated any vehicle mines that could rip an LAV to shreds but couldn't begin to dent a Warmaster. They could hear the roar of the choppers as they diverted to the combat area, right as a burst of movement could be seen at the palace grounds...

Ground Team Bravo

"Ground team bravo, no movement. Goliath, have nothing on EM spectrum."
"Roger. Continue to objective delta."

The convoy continued to push forward towards the hill - minimal resistance - a militiaman or two with small arms that would be torn to shreds from the heavy machine guns on the LAVs.

A SS Officer in charge on the palace roof heard the explosion and gun fire. He looked through his binoculars and hit a button which zoomed in closer to show the convoy kill the militia member and continue moving up the path. He put down his binoculars and pointed to 2 militia men on the roof setting up a mortar. "You 2 get ready to fire on my command, snall!" the officer barked at the men.They quickly set up and waited. The Officer turned back around and pulled out his radio "All units on my command you will open fire on their LAV's. Stinger crews be ready to fire on the tank with the HEAT rounds but make sure to hit the back side where the least armor is, under stood?" after a few moments whispered replies of "yes sir" from all of the units in position. The Officer waited, then once the convoy made it in range the reich officer signaled witih his hand which signaled the mortar team to launch white phosphorus rounds at the convoy. The men in position along the sides of the road who were hiding popped up and fired thei stingers at the tank.While the rest of the men who were hiding by the windows of the palace building popped out and fired at the infantry along with the LMG's who opened fire APR's at the the infantry from the roof. The Reich officer watched with a determined look on his face, radio chatter began breaking out through his radio from the different units.

[The Vuhifellian States]

(OOC: Stingers?
Objective Charlie
"Indirect fire! Cover!"

Entire squads of Vuhifellian soldiers hit the ground as the white phosphorous rounds exploded over their heads.

"White Phosphorous!"

They tried their best to dig at least one side of their face into their shoulder. While the white phosphorous couldn't burn through either their uniforms or ballistic vests, they could still wreak havoc on an infantryman's bare skin. Rifle fire erupted as soldiers either broke formation to form a line of fire or ran into the nearby ruins to seek cover. And while they didn't need NBCR protective gear immediately, if WP shelling continued for an extended period of time, soldiers would begin falling as their lungs burned from the inside - time was of the essence.

Several HEAT rounds impacted the side of Challenger Four, visibly shaking the tank and knocking out its optics.

"Challenger Four, we're blind. Switching to visual."

As the tank commander opened up the hatch to open fire on the militiamen who had fired the missiles, another HEAT round struck the rear of the tank, instantly killing the gunner and lifting it above the ground and sending a plume of black smoke coming from the engine

"Challenger Four, we're dead on the ground."

"Challenger Three, take up fire position to escort LAVs through the corridor."
"Roger. Pushing through. LAVs provide cover fire."
"Roger."

Infantrymen continued to fire toward the palace. One of the infantrymen had taken some white phosphorous to his cheek and was screaming wildly as Challenger Four, now effectively a stationary artillery bunker, fired its main gun towards an enemy technical at the main gate, instantly destroying it.

"Challenger Three, fire on LMG positions."

"Roger. Firing main guns."

As the tank turret focused in on the LMG position, several more RPGs were fired from another bank of abandoned ruins against the LAVs - some hitting the mesh shielding and exploding harmlessly and others being intercepted by an claymore-like active suppression system. One LAV, however, in the center of the convoy, was directly hit by an RPG coming from up top, destroying its optics and shattering the vehicles suspension.

"This is Helios Seven, out of commission. Gunnery sergeant has sustained critical injuries."
"Roger Helios Seven, evacuate that vehicle!"

The gunners of the LAVs began to engage the new targets from inside their vehicles, dealing heavy damage while the infantry continued to focus on the palace.

"Whiskey Seven, Whiskey Eight move up."
"Roger! Popping smoke!"
"Popping smoke."

A grey smoke began to develop in and around the infantry's line of fire - several LAVs began to pop smoke grenades as well from the canisters mounted on their roofs. Their IR optics and the soldiers' built-in IR beacon within their uniforms would prevent friendly fire as the heavy machine guns flared.

"Flight Super Nine, this is ground team alpha, taking heavy small arms and missile fire."
"Roger. En route, have visual on smoke coming from the center of the city."
"That's us Flight Super Nine. Do not engage within the white smoke. I repeat, do not engage within the white smoke."
"Roger that. Ground friendlies within the white smoke, taking overwatch pattern."
"Army command, this is ground team alpha, requesting CASEVAC: severe burns, requesting litter..."
"Ground team alpha, this is army command. CASEVAC copters are not yet unloaded from air force transports. Adding reinforcement as secondary objective to ground team bravo."
"Roger..."

Objective Delta

As ground team bravo took the hill overlooking the city, the soldiers inside the LAVs began running a 360 security perimeter 300 meters out from where the listening and observation post would be located. They noticed multiple explosions and smoke coming from a large building at the center of the city.

"Ground team bravo, what's the status of objective delta?"
"Securing now, army command."
"Roger. Once area is secure we'd like you to send all non-essential forces to reinforce ground team alpha."
"Roger that."

They could see additional transports landing at the airport at an increasing rate, with heavy logistical operations underway. Several pre-fabricated concrete walls at least thirty feet wide were being erected around key buildings and the perimeter of the airport, supported by steel foundation supports.

"Challenger One! Rhino Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Fourteen and Sixteen are to head out to objective charlie after security protocols have been enforced at current location!"
"Yes sir."

Hours since Occupation Began: 24
Troops on Ground; 10,000
Eleventh Fleet ETA: 634 Hours
Vuhifellian Casualties: 3KIA/3WIA/5MIA

[Nazistisches Reich]

(OOC: Stingers?
Objective Charlie
"Indirect fire! Cover!"

Entire squads of Vuhifellian soldiers hit the ground as the white phosphorous rounds exploded over their heads.

"White Phosphorous!"

They tried their best to dig at least one side of their face into their shoulder. While the white phosphorous couldn't burn through either their uniforms or ballistic vests, they could still wreak havoc on an infantryman's bare skin. Rifle fire erupted as soldiers either broke formation to form a line of fire or ran into the nearby ruins to seek cover. And while they didn't need NBCR protective gear immediately, if WP shelling continued for an extended period of time, soldiers would begin falling as their lungs burned from the inside - time was of the essence.

Several HEAT rounds impacted the side of Challenger Four, visibly shaking the tank and knocking out its optics.

"Challenger Four, we're blind. Switching to visual."

As the tank commander opened up the hatch to open fire on the militiamen who had fired the missiles, another HEAT round struck the rear of the tank, instantly killing the gunner and lifting it above the ground and sending a plume of black smoke coming from the engine

"Challenger Four, we're dead on the ground."

"Challenger Three, take up fire position to escort LAVs through the corridor."
"Roger. Pushing through. LAVs provide cover fire."
"Roger."

Infantrymen continued to fire toward the palace. One of the infantrymen had taken some white phosphorous to his cheek and was screaming wildly as Challenger Four, now effectively a stationary artillery bunker, fired its main gun towards an enemy technical at the main gate, instantly destroying it.

"Challenger Three, fire on LMG positions."

"Roger. Firing main guns."

As the tank turret focused in on the LMG position, several more RPGs were fired from another bank of abandoned ruins against the LAVs - some hitting the mesh shielding and exploding harmlessly and others being intercepted by an claymore-like active suppression system. One LAV, however, in the center of the convoy, was directly hit by an RPG coming from up top, destroying its optics and shattering the vehicles suspension.

"This is Helios Seven, out of commission. Gunnery sergeant has sustained critical injuries."
"Roger Helios Seven, evacuate that vehicle!"

The gunners of the LAVs began to engage the new targets from inside their vehicles, dealing heavy damage while the infantry continued to focus on the palace.

"Whiskey Seven, Whiskey Eight move up."
"Roger! Popping smoke!"
"Popping smoke."

A grey smoke began to develop in and around the infantry's line of fire - several LAVs began to pop smoke grenades as well from the canisters mounted on their roofs. Their IR optics and the soldiers' built-in IR beacon within their uniforms would prevent friendly fire as the heavy machine guns flared.

"Flight Super Nine, this is ground team alpha, taking heavy small arms and missile fire."
"Roger. En route, have visual on smoke coming from the center of the city."
"That's us Flight Super Nine. Do not engage within the white smoke. I repeat, do not engage within the white smoke."
"Roger that. Ground friendlies within the white smoke, taking overwatch pattern."
"Army command, this is ground team alpha, requesting CASEVAC: severe burns, requesting litter..."
"Ground team alpha, this is army command. CASEVAC copters are not yet unloaded from air force transports. Adding reinforcement as secondary objective to ground team bravo."
"Roger..."

Objective Delta

As ground team bravo took the hill overlooking the city, the soldiers inside the LAVs began running a 360 security perimeter 300 meters out from where the listening and observation post would be located. They noticed multiple explosions and smoke coming from a large building at the center of the city.

"Ground team bravo, what's the status of objective delta?"
"Securing now, army command."
"Roger. Once area is secure we'd like you to send all non-essential forces to reinforce ground team alpha."
"Roger that."

They could see additional transports landing at the airport at an increasing rate, with heavy logistical operations underway. Several pre-fabricated concrete walls at least thirty feet wide were being erected around key buildings and the perimeter of the airport, supported by steel foundation supports.

"Challenger One! Rhino Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Fourteen and Sixteen are to head out to objective charlie after security protocols have been enforced at current location!"
"Yes sir."

Hours since Occupation Began: 24
Troops on Ground; 10,000
Eleventh Fleet ETA: 634 Hours
Vuhifellian Casualties: 3KIA/3WIA/5MIA

OOC: my bad on that i was thinking of a something else and i thought for some reason it was called a Stinger. Instead it will me the Type 79 LMAT Launcher used.

IC: The SS Officer yelled to take over as the chellenger tanks round hit the part of the roof where one of the LMG Gunners were causing the gunnner to go flying off the roof and his weapon damaged renderless. The Officer slowly got up and then seen the smoke he got out his radio "turn on your thermal scopes and use them to hit the enemy in the smoke!" The Officer yelled. "Anti-Tank teams focus on that challenger, mortar team focus on the infantry hiding in the Rubble!" The Officer yelled through his radio. In the palace, down on the first floor walk in area there was a large space which was being used to keep the wounded in there, while on the upper floors Reich SS Guards and Tuskenjaarian's fired from the windows. One TuskenJaarian was firing his AR-40 Jaguar when a bullet went through his throat, a gush of blood sprayed out as he fell out the window.

A Reich SS Guard fired his rifle wth precision at some infantry by a rubbled building while looking through his thermal scope to see through the smoke. He was suddenly knocked to te ground as a bullet had hit him in the chest, but his OTV Body Armor had luckily stopped it. He got back up and kept firing. some Tuskenjaarian militia were taking turns firing from a window when some heavy machine gun fire penetrated the walls and riddled all 3 of them. One was still alive due to his OTV Body Armor taking most of the impact, how ever a bullet did manage to penetrate in the upper collar bone area. He crawled up against a wall and sat there yelling for a medic. A Reich SS Guard running by stopped and came into the room, he waled over to him and then looked at the other 2 who were dead. His radio suddenly lit up "Demolition charges are set, the building is rigged and ready to go." The the main officer in charge came through the radio "All units evacuate the windows and rally down in the main hall by the large entrance door.

Prepare for enemy breach." The Tuskenjaarian looked at the SS Guard with a bewildered look on his face. "Your going to blow up the building? This is our beloved palace building you cant!" The SS Guard pulled out his pistol and aimed it at him "Sure we can" and then fired a round into the tuskenjaarians head killing him instantly. He left the room and went down into the main hall where men were on the stairs aiming at the main door and men were also behind over turned tables set up in the main hall. All of the men set up in the main hall were aiming their assault rifles at the door. Meanwhile the main officer on the roof was preparing to leave the roof, he told the one last LMG gunner and mortar team to go down in the main hall. He then sat on the roof and pulled out his detonator to the explosive charges set up in hidden places around the building.

He would wait untill his men could no longer hold in the main hall and then he would explode the building. He pulled out a picture of his wife and daughter and kissed it and then burned it with his lighter. Then he just sat and thought about back home, its the only thing he could do now.

[The Vuhifellian States]

Abandoning their posts on the roof, the last fleeing LMG and mortar teams were dispatched before the reached they safety of the lower levels by army snipers from Flight Super Nine overhead. The three MH-53 helicopters provided overwatch as both the sniper and ground teams mopped up the remaining resistance in the ruins around the boulevard, before a disquieting silence began to blanket the battlefield.

"Super Flight Nine, this is ground team alpha. Anything on thermal?"
"Negative ground team. Enemy personnel dispatched."

Within the relative safety of an MRAP in the center of the convoy, Colonel Altman turned to the gunnery sergeant in charge.

"That wasn't all the resistance, was there?"
"We have positive optical and visual confirmation that about a dozen or so enemy personnel left their posts in the battle and fled inside the palace proper, sir."

The colonel lost himself in thought for a few seconds before grabbing his radio.

"Army command this is ground team alpha, twelve plus enemy personnel are inside palace compound and are not firing on our positions after heavy resistance. We have 3KIA, 3WIA, and two vehicles immobilized, copy."
"Army command copies. Are you combat ineffective, ground team alpha?"
"That's a negative. Ground team alpha is combat effective, but I don't appreciate putting my soldiers in harms way when we can bring in the Rangers for a dual op."
"Request for Ranger deployment is denied, ground team alpha. All rangers currently on station are assigned to other units at the moment. You can wait for ground team bravo..."
"Will do."

It wasn't the call he wanted to make - personally he would have liked it if the Rangers fast roped onto the roof while his soldiers stormed the front gate, sandwiching the enemy and crushing them before they had a chance to retaliate against either force. Now the enemy would have the vertical advantage.

"Super Flight Nine, are you currently equipped for propaganda and civilian suppression?"
"Negative, ground team..."
"Shit..."

The colonel had hoped to lure our the enemy fighters by negotiation, but no units nearby were equipped with the speaker systems necessary to broadcast. He leaned over to the MRAP's comm systems and turned off its signal cycling and encryption systems, broadcasting on every unencrypted civilian frequency.

"My name is Colonel Altman of the Vuhifellian Army, 9th Army, 8th Calvary Division, 109th Light Mobile Brigade. To the rebel fighters inside the palace: you are surrounded. There is no where for you to turn. You have the choice of throwing down your lives or peacefully surrendering. If you surrender, you will not be harmed. You will be fed, clothed, and taken care for at the expense of the Vuhifellian Occupation Forces. If you cede both the palace grounds and the royal family over to us, neither of them shall be harmed. Our people are here to help your nation, surrender now and you can begin to help Tuskenjaar as well."

Waiting for a response, he switched back to the default encryption settings on the vehicles comm systems, allowing him to speak with the troops.

"Whiskey Seven, Eight, and Eleven: move up to the main gate. Challenger Three is to ram it down and assault through with infantry following behind. Challenger Four is to provide ground watch. Use of your main guns danger close to infantry is denied. I repeat, use of main guns danger close to infantry is denied. Overwatch status?"

"Next orbit in seven seconds. We've got you covered."

"Alright, move up. Detain and search anyone who surrenders, otherwise its standard ROE."
"Yes sir!"

[Nazistisches Reich]

Abandoning their posts on the roof, the last fleeing LMG and mortar teams were dispatched before the reached they safety of the lower levels by army snipers from Flight Super Nine overhead. The three MH-53 helicopters provided overwatch as both the sniper and ground teams mopped up the remaining resistance in the ruins around the boulevard, before a disquieting silence began to blanket the battlefield.

"Super Flight Nine, this is ground team alpha. Anything on thermal?"
"Negative ground team. Enemy personnel dispatched."

Within the relative safety of an MRAP in the center of the convoy, Colonel Altman turned to the gunnery sergeant in charge.

"That wasn't all the resistance, was there?"
"We have positive optical and visual confirmation that about a dozen or so enemy personnel left their posts in the battle and fled inside the palace proper, sir."

The colonel lost himself in thought for a few seconds before grabbing his radio.

"Army command this is ground team alpha, twelve plus enemy personnel are inside palace compound and are not firing on our positions after heavy resistance. We have 3KIA, 3WIA, and two vehicles immobilized, copy."
"Army command copies. Are you combat ineffective, ground team alpha?"
"That's a negative. Ground team alpha is combat effective, but I don't appreciate putting my soldiers in harms way when we can bring in the Rangers for a dual op."
"Request for Ranger deployment is denied, ground team alpha. All rangers currently on station are assigned to other units at the moment. You can wait for ground team bravo..."
"Will do."

It wasn't the call he wanted to make - personally he would have liked it if the Rangers fast roped onto the roof while his soldiers stormed the front gate, sandwiching the enemy and crushing them before they had a chance to retaliate against either force. Now the enemy would have the vertical advantage.

"Super Flight Nine, are you currently equipped for propaganda and civilian suppression?"
"Negative, ground team..."
"Shit..."

The colonel had hoped to lure our the enemy fighters by negotiation, but no units nearby were equipped with the speaker systems necessary to broadcast. He leaned over to the MRAP's comm systems and turned off its signal cycling and encryption systems, broadcasting on every unencrypted civilian frequency.

"My name is Colonel Altman of the Vuhifellian Army, 9th Army, 8th Calvary Division, 109th Light Mobile Brigade. To the rebel fighters inside the palace: you are surrounded. There is no where for you to turn. You have the choice of throwing down your lives or peacefully surrendering. If you surrender, you will not be harmed. You will be fed, clothed, and taken care for at the expense of the Vuhifellian Occupation Forces. If you cede both the palace grounds and the royal family over to us, neither of them shall be harmed. Our people are here to help your nation, surrender now and you can begin to help Tuskenjaar as well."

Waiting for a response, he switched back to the default encryption settings on the vehicles comm systems, allowing him to speak with the troops.

"Whiskey Seven, Eight, and Eleven: move up to the main gate. Challenger Three is to ram it down and assault through with infantry following behind. Challenger Four is to provide ground watch. Use of your main guns danger close to infantry is denied. I repeat, use of main guns danger close to infantry is denied. Overwatch status?"

"Next orbit in seven seconds. We've got you covered."

"Alright, move up. Detain and search anyone who surrenders, otherwise its standard ROE."
"Yes sir!"

The Officer on the roof in charge once hearing the vuhifellian forces demand for surrender, immediatly stood up and went down into the main hall where all of his men were, still keeping their weapons focused on the entrance door to the palace building. He pointed to wounded tuskenjaarian militia member who was kneeling behind an over turned table aiming his sidearm at the door while his other arm was in a makeshift sling made from a torn off peice of bed sheet. "You, come here." The officer said calmly pointing to the militia member. The Tuskenjaarian man walked over "yes sir?" The officer pulled out a small handbook from his left breast pocket and a pen and wrote a small note which read "We will not surrender." The officer folded the note and put it in his hand.

Deliver this note to who ever is in charge outside, once they read the note they will most likely try to detain you, kill yourself with your cyanide pill if they try to. The militia man nodded and gave a salute before turning and walking to the main entrance door. He opened it just enough to get out and then shut it again, he then slowly walked out into the courtyard and to the main gate where the vuhifellian forces were.

The SS Officer then pointed to another Tuskenjaarian militia member. "I want you to go on the roof, stay down though and use your binoculars to see what the vuhifellian forces outside are up to. Report back to me if the start to come torwards the palace building. The Reich officer looked at his men. "Well do you would you rather surrender like cowards or die like men with honor? Fellow SS men we have been taught never to surrender and to fight to the death, now is the time will you live up to the creed or will you shame yourself and your fuhrer by giving up?" The SS men yelled in reply "No Sir!" The officer looked at them and then replied "Good. And fello tuskenjaarians you have trained many months with us, to fight these exact people who bombed your nation, killing your family, friends and loved ones just so they could occupy and steal your resources. They want to force their beleifs on you and pretend to come in peace yet just a month ago they flattened your nation to the ground. Now do you wish to surrender to them or do you wish to go down fighting for your country with honor?" The Tuskenjaarian men yelled in reply "Down with the vuhifellian forces! For Tuskenjaar!" The Reich officer smiled and then left the men in the main hall, down a long corridor to a room at the end.

He opened the door revealing the royal family tied up in chairs with duck tape over their mouths in the room with scared looks on their faces, a SS Guard stood by the door inside the room. The SS Officer nodded to the SS Guard who saluted and then walked out of the room to regroup at the main hall with the rest of the men. The Officer once the guard left pulled out a detonator. "Beleive me this is for the good of your country and people. You see once the vuhifellian forces storm this palace building and my forces can no longer hold them back i will detonate the explosives hidden in the building causing this palace to explode. This will cause much rage and uproar from the people because they will think the vuhifellian forces destroyed this building while assaulting it and killed the royal family. Your people will most likely rise up instead of go along with them and join the militia movement funded currently by my country and with no support from the people, Vuhifellian forces will not be able to successfully occupy your country, sounds good doesnt it? I think so too." The Officer said with a sneer look on his face. He pulled up a chair and sat down facing the royal family. "let the fun begin." the officer whispered to himself.

[The Vuhifellian States]

As soon as the Tuskenjaari militiaman had exited the palace compound, his hands in the air the entire time (alongside Vuhifellian rifles aimed at his head), he was taken into custody as an EPW - a single note passing between him and his captors.

"Well will not surrender...that's cute. Neither will we. Jenkins, what's the status on..."

Just as the sergeant in charge of Whiskey Seven was about to check up on the condition of the reinforcements sent by ground team bravo, the militiaman fell over to the side, his body shaking violently.

"Oh shit! Medic!"
"Yeah!"

Though each individual Vuhifellian soldier was issued a standard field medical kit that could save a squadmember's life in a typical battle or firefight, only Vuhifellian medics were given advanced training and field equipment that made them essentially a walking mobile field hospital assigned to each company in the Federation.

"What happened!?"
"I don't know, he just fell over and started shaking."
"Yeah, well he's having a seizure!"

The medic, Corporal Geoff Mason, took out his combat knife and cut the militiaman's shirt from the collar down, rolling him on his side. The shaking didn't stop, and the medic's stopwatch already timed it to at least a minute. Something else wasn't right, though - seizure victims typically stopped breathing, but the militiaman's skin began to turn bright red, indicating he was still breathing, but his lungs weren't receiving oxygen.

"Oh shit...private! Hand me your glasses!"

The soldier did as he was ordered and gave his glasses to the medic, who put them up to the man's nose and mouth, whereupon they began to fog up.

"He's still breathing!"

Leaning down, Corporal Mason the man's mouth, trying to detect...there it was!

"Almonds! Bitter almonds. He's had cyanide poisoning! 360 security! I'll try something!"

Corporal Mason unstrapped a medical kit attached to his left leg, emblazoned with the blue and white flag of the Federation and a red cross. It was filled with emergency antidotes and serums - all standard issue and nothing particular to this country's loadout. He looked at the medicines inside, before taking out a syringe, pinning one of the man's arms to the ground and injecting him with the serum. The man was still shaking, but his skin was beginning to return to its normal color.

"What the hell was that, doc?"
"Emergency cyanokit - standard issue injection of hydroxocobalamin - most likely he'll live, but I don't know if he'll be in a coma or not when he stops shaking."
"Fuck's sake...these guys are really desperate, huh?"

A gunshot rang out from above, causing everyone in the platoon to ready their weapons at the palace once again, before a voice came in on the radio.

"Super Nine Two, we had an enemy observer on the roof of the main building. Enemy is KIA, returning to orbit."
"Roger Super Nine Two. Ground team charlie, this is Whiskey Seven, what is your status?"
"Coming up on objective charlie now."
"What d'ya got?"
"One warmaster, a couple LAVs, and a platoon."
"It'll do. Whiskey Eight and ourselves are going to hit the compound. I trust it will be simultaneous on your end?"
"Solid copy."

"Alright Whiskey Eight, Whiskey Seven - let's move out."

The soldiers of the two platoons began to make their way forward, towards the main palace structure. The secondary assault team would be silently making their way into the structure via ground windows, doors, and any exploitable structural damage done during the war. Communicating through hand signals, the two platoons spread out over the main lawn as the entry team arrived at what appeared to be the main entrance door to the complex. Though nothing compared to the five meter high golden doors of Bright Hill back in New Hivez, the doors were impressive if only for the fact of how old they seemed to be and still manage to be an original part of the structure. Too bad opening heavy gates wasn't a part of standard urban warfare procedure.

"This is ground team charlie - assault team is in position. Ready?"
"Copy. On my mark - one, two, three, mark!"

A soldier placed a directional explosive device on the doors, which quickly buckled from the force of the explosion, as the soldiers then threw several flashbangs and stun grenades into the main hall. If one could get over the impossibly high pitched ringing coming from the flashbangs, they could hear the secondary team breaking glass on the other side of the building, jumping inside to rush the main chamber as the Whiskey platoons did so from the front. They would sandwich the enemy in and take them by surprise from the rear, hoping to crush their resistance without causing harm to the royal family.

Shots rang out, as the first Vuhifellian soldiers from ground team charlie encountered resistance from the rear coming into the main hall as the primary assault team rushed in and shot several guards who had been blinded by the flashbangs.

[Nazistisches Reich]

As soon as the Tuskenjaari militiaman had exited the palace compound, his hands in the air the entire time (alongside Vuhifellian rifles aimed at his head), he was taken into custody as an EPW - a single note passing between him and his captors.

"Well will not surrender...that's cute. Neither will we. Jenkins, what's the status on..."

Just as the sergeant in charge of Whiskey Seven was about to check up on the condition of the reinforcements sent by ground team bravo, the militiaman fell over to the side, his body shaking violently.

"Oh shit! Medic!"
"Yeah!"

Though each individual Vuhifellian soldier was issued a standard field medical kit that could save a squadmember's life in a typical battle or firefight, only Vuhifellian medics were given advanced training and field equipment that made them essentially a walking mobile field hospital assigned to each company in the Federation.

"What happened!?"
"I don't know, he just fell over and started shaking."
"Yeah, well he's having a seizure!"

The medic, Corporal Geoff Mason, took out his combat knife and cut the militiaman's shirt from the collar down, rolling him on his side. The shaking didn't stop, and the medic's stopwatch already timed it to at least a minute. Something else wasn't right, though - seizure victims typically stopped breathing, but the militiaman's skin began to turn bright red, indicating he was still breathing, but his lungs weren't receiving oxygen.

"Oh shit...private! Hand me your glasses!"

The soldier did as he was ordered and gave his glasses to the medic, who put them up to the man's nose and mouth, whereupon they began to fog up.

"He's still breathing!"

Leaning down, Corporal Mason the man's mouth, trying to detect...there it was!

"Almonds! Bitter almonds. He's had cyanide poisoning! 360 security! I'll try something!"

Corporal Mason unstrapped a medical kit attached to his left leg, emblazoned with the blue and white flag of the Federation and a red cross. It was filled with emergency antidotes and serums - all standard issue and nothing particular to this country's loadout. He looked at the medicines inside, before taking out a syringe, pinning one of the man's arms to the ground and injecting him with the serum. The man was still shaking, but his skin was beginning to return to its normal color.

"What the hell was that, doc?"
"Emergency cyanokit - standard issue injection of hydroxocobalamin - most likely he'll live, but I don't know if he'll be in a coma or not when he stops shaking."
"Fuck's sake...these guys are really desperate, huh?"

A gunshot rang out from above, causing everyone in the platoon to ready their weapons at the palace once again, before a voice came in on the radio.

"Super Nine Two, we had an enemy observer on the roof of the main building. Enemy is KIA, returning to orbit."
"Roger Super Nine Two. Ground team charlie, this is Whiskey Seven, what is your status?"
"Coming up on objective charlie now."
"What d'ya got?"
"One warmaster, a couple LAVs, and a platoon."
"It'll do. Whiskey Eight and ourselves are going to hit the compound. I trust it will be simultaneous on your end?"
"Solid copy."

"Alright Whiskey Eight, Whiskey Seven - let's move out."

The soldiers of the two platoons began to make their way forward, towards the main palace structure. The secondary assault team would be silently making their way into the structure via ground windows, doors, and any exploitable structural damage done during the war. Communicating through hand signals, the two platoons spread out over the main lawn as the entry team arrived at what appeared to be the main entrance door to the complex. Though nothing compared to the five meter high golden doors of Bright Hill back in New Hivez, the doors were impressive if only for the fact of how old they seemed to be and still manage to be an original part of the structure. Too bad opening heavy gates wasn't a part of standard urban warfare procedure.

"This is ground team charlie - assault team is in position. Ready?"
"Copy. On my mark - one, two, three, mark!"

A soldier placed a directional explosive device on the doors, which quickly buckled from the force of the explosion, as the soldiers then threw several flashbangs and stun grenades into the main hall. If one could get over the impossibly high pitched ringing coming from the flashbangs, they could hear the secondary team breaking glass on the other side of the building, jumping inside to rush the main chamber as the Whiskey platoons did so from the front. They would sandwich the enemy in and take them by surprise from the rear, hoping to crush their resistance without causing harm to the royal family.

Shots rang out, as the first Vuhifellian soldiers from ground team charlie encountered resistance from the rear coming into the main hall as the primary assault team rushed in and shot several guards who had been blinded by the flashbangs.

The Militia and SS men in the main hall were suprised by the flashbangs and stun grenades.SS Men trained for this situation dropped to the ground and opened fire instinctively at the entrance while Tuskenjaarian miltia began to get riddled by fire from the vuhifellian soldiers untill they were all mortally wounded or dead. Reich soldiers held out longer firing concentrated 3 round bursts at the vuhifellian soldiers. Bullets continued to fly back and forth untill the SS soldiers were all dead. The SS Officer hearing the fighting pulled out his pistol and fired at the vuhifellian soldiers who came in through the window but in the firefight he dropped the detonator. He fell behind a desk wounded and aimed his pistol at his head. He yelled "Fickin Sie!" (fuck you in german) and then there was a bang and then silence as his brains flew out onto the wall and his body slumpe over from behind the desk.

[The Vuhifellian States]

A few of the soldiers were hit in areas not protected by their kevlar, mostly their extremities. They were being tended to by other soldiers. No KIA, unlike the firefight earlier.

"Spread out! Begin search."

The three platoons began to disperse throughout the palace, kicking away enemy weapons and checking them for traps, double tapping any corpses that didn't show any obvious signs of life.

"Sarge, come look at this!" a young private said, turning around and leading the sergeant into a room down a darkened corridor. Inside the room were several people who, based on their clothing, were obviously very high up in the country's social hierarchy. They had been gagged and tied to chairs, as the soldiers took out their knives and began to free the civilians.

"I'm Sergeant Hale Orion from the Vuhifellian Army: 8th Cavalry Division, 109th Light Mobile Brigade. Who might you be, ma'am?"

The soldiers let the woman regain her composure, giving her a sip of their canteens and handed out rations to the other civilians, before the woman stood up to look the sergeant right in the eye.

"I am Queen Petrochko, ruling sovereign of the Kingdom of Tuskenjaar..."

"Alpha control this is Whiskey Seven, come in."
"This is alpha control. Yeah?"
"Alpha control we have the royal family secured and in custody. Palace grounds are ready for a security sweep and lockdown..."
"Roger. I'll relay that information over to army and navy command. Thank you Whiskey Seven."
"One more thing: most of the fighters inside this palace...they weren't Tuskenjaari. They're foreigners, alpha control and they've had obvious military training. They were better equipped and disciplined than the militia."
"Roger...that's a bit worrying. Relaying to command. Alpha control, out."

Airport Command Center

"Admiral! All objectives are reported secured! Our next objective, sir?"

"We'll branch out from the airport. Regular patrols following standard urban ROE under the military constitution. Once we get more air support we'll fly civilian psyche suppression."

"Aye aye, sir!"

As one ensign left the admiral's presence, another walked up - there they were, young officers forming a line ready to speak to the most senior officer in their jurisdiction, ready to govern a nation.

"Sir! Ground team alpha is reporting that the royal family is safe and in custody. What should we do with them, sir?"

"Have one of Flight Super Nine come and fly them into the airport, I want a thorough debriefing and state of the country report from them directly."

"Aye aye, sir!"

"Sir! Foreigners with superior military training and equipment to local militia were encountered during the day's operations at the royal palace. They could have been either mercenaries or foreign observers, but we have no way of telling directly."

"Run a propaganda campaign. These men were foreign terrorists that were willing to threaten and engage the royal family for their own outside interests. We came in hard and fast and saved them."

"Aye aye, sir!"

Vuhifellian Occupation Forces - Tuskenjaar
Office of the Military Governor

To the people of Tuskenjaar,

It has recently come to my attention that foreign terrorists and mercenaries have been engaging our troops in your capital. Whether you agree with our occupation or not, these foreigners present a common threat to both of our nations. They were more than willing to take your royal family hostage and threaten them than surrender. Fortunately, our forces not only killed these foreign terrorists, but safely rescued your royal family. They are unharmed and will receive medical care from their harsh treatment.

If you see any foreigners who are not Vuhifellian soldiers or civilians of Vuhifellian descent, please report their presence to any nearby Vuhifellian checkpoint or patrol. We are here to defend, protect, and rebuild your country as a trusted ally of the Vuhifellian Federation. These foreigners are here to destroy your nation in the hopes of damaging ours. Remember, if you see something, say something. Our forces are here to protect you.

This has been an official message from Admiral Constantine Ivret, Military Governor of Tuskenjaar.

[Nazistisches Reich]

Meanwhile down in the slums part of the capitol in a old large building with boarded up windows a bunch of SS men were inside some standing guard while others were loading in crates from the the first floor of the building where a dock was in the back and weapons were dropped off every 10hrs or so to avoid suspicion of frequent traffic coming in and out of the alley next to the building. Other SS men were in various rooms set up as makeshift offices and were looking over maps and paper work. Rudolph Shassler an SS field Marshall was in charge of the SS operation in Tuskenjaar. A SS private dressed in civilian clothing rushed over to the fieldmarshall waving a peice of paper in his hand. "Sir! The Vuhifellian forces are sending out these! I just found one posted on a street sign a couple of blocks from here!" He said franticaly as he handed the fieldmarshall the paper. The field marshal read the propaganda document and then looked up. "Looks like the palace wasnt blown up like it was suppose to have done...very well Im already one step ahead. Another SS men came over with a stack of photos. "Sir here are the photos you asked for. The Field Marshall smiled and then took one and showed it to the Private. "See, this is a faked photo of vuhifellian soldiers killing and beating civilians. We put these out on the streets and tada problem solved. And i want you and your team to be the ones to go out and do this." The field marshall said grabbing the stack of photos and shoving into the privates arms.

"Yes sir!" The Private said before turning and running to go and carry out his assignment. The field marshall then walked over to his office and sat down picking up a coffee cup next to him and taking a sip. "Blah,tuskenjaarian coffee..." he said before setting it back down. As he sat there looking over a list for the number of weapons that had just shipped in a SS PFC came to the opened door. "Sir, some tuskenjaarian militia members are here for their shipment of weapons. The Field Marshall looked up "Oh yes thats right I almost forgot." He then got up and walked out of the room to another large room where some rough looking tuskenjaarian militia members were standing, waiting for him. "Ah yes, gentleman your weapons have came in and I presume you have somthing for me?" The Fieldmarshall said with a half smile. One of the militia members walked over handing him a peice of paper on it listed with the number of barrels of oil that were smuggled out of the country across the border to Reich territory by the militia. He looked over at a SS Sgt. Standing in the room. "Its already been verified that the shipment of oil was recieved by Reich Border patrol sir." The Field marshall then looked back at the militia men. "Good. Now i have somthing important for you guys. I want you to take out any trucks giving out rations. Destroy them, i have added LAW's to your weapons cache so use them to take out the food trucks." The field marshall said walking away without waiting for an answer.

The Militia men nodded to each other and then left along with their weapons crates. 4hrs later militia men having been now armed from the weapons cache were patrolling the streets in cars, vans and trucks. One Van full of militia members turned down a streets and spotted a Vuhifellian ration truck. They sped up untill they were next to the truck and then the side door of the van was opened reavealing heavily armed militia men wearing ski masks. They opened fire on the side of the truck and on its wheels while the passenger in the front pulled out a pistol and fired at the driver. "Stay close to him!" the militia in the passenger seat yelled at the driver of the van as they continued to drive next to the truck.

[The Vuhifellian States]

Hours since Occupation Began: 36
Troops on Ground: 15,000

Airport Command Center

Around the central terminal of the airport building, a company of soldiers could be seen doing morning PT, with a humvee keeping pace close behind. NCOs led the pack and shouted out cadences for the troops to sound off. A typical fare...

"Momma and poppa were layin' in bed!"MOMMA AND POPPA WERE LAYIN' IN BED!"Momma rolled over, this is what she said!"MOMMA ROLLED OVER, THIS IS WHAT SHE SAID"Ah! Give me some!"AH! GIVE ME SOME!"AH! Give me some!"AH! GIVE ME SOME!"PT!"PT!"PT"PT"Good for you!"GOOD FOR YOU!"And good for me!"AND GOOD FOR ME!"King Benjamin is a son of a bitch!"KING BENJAMIN IS A SON OF A BITCH!"Got the blue balls, crabs, and the seven-year-itch!"GOT THE BLUE BALLS, CRABS, AND THE SEVEN-YEAR-ITCH!

As they rounded the edge of the terminal, several Army rangers sprinted past them.

"Only short-dicks and faggots need cadences, boys! Rangers! Yeah!"

Admiral Ivret and General Stone watched the affair from the control tower, a constant humdrum of radio chatter coming in and out over the radio as more and more units began to deploy into the city and as more territory was brought under Vuhifellian control. Civilian pacification was going smoothly after the meeting with the shaman, and weaponry was being controlled and destroyed at such a rate that New Hivez sought fit to send an emergency airlift of the 66th Combat Engineering Battalion to help destroy the weapons and ammunition as it was collected rather than send it back to Vuhifell on returning flights.

"So, Admiral...this being your first time as the military governor of a nation, I'd like you to know that you got seven men killed last night."
"How?"
"A civilian psyche suppression and resource convoy got lost in the city because you sent them out before the Information Corps had reliable street maps. One of the vehicles somehow got separated, and it was attacked by resistance members. Patrol Fox Four recovered their bodies this morning."
"I never authorized such a-"
"But your administration did, admiral! It doesn't take a personal order from an admiral to get a bloody convoy moving, but it takes an admiral to make sure his officers don't fuck up the orders!"

The general's blood was boiling, his face turning red, as he stared right into the admiral's soul, looking for any sign of disloyalty to the Federation.

"Careful general. I am your superior officer."
"By a month, admiral. By a month. I have seen more combat and death in one theater than you've seen in your entire career. Those men had families. They had names. You want me to prove it to you, admiral? Sergeant Lopez: East Point. Private First Class Kerry: Golden Skies City. Private First Class O'Malley: East Point. Private First Class Mallohan: East Point. Private First Class Gunther: Saint Archer. Private diGeorge: Vetaan. And Private Mendez: New Hivez. I read their dossiers this morning in my security briefing!"

"As did I."
"And your bloody reaction!?"
"I have none. This is war, general. I'll find Commander Lucas and reprimand him for giving those orders, but otherwise our missions is still to secure the capital and branch out from here, securing all civilian population centers, pacify the local populace, and establish a loyal government and society to New Hivez. They died for that. They died for the Federation."
"You sicken me, admiral..."
"Careful, general. Careful."

The general stormed out of the room, heading down the stairs with fury, just as an ensign came up in a freshly pressed dress uniform.

"Sir! The royal family is ready for debriefing, sir!"
"Good. I'll be down in just a moment. We'll need their cooperation if we're going to secure this country...'
"Aye aye, sir!"

VUHIFELLIAN CASUALITIES
10 KIA/ 7WIA/ 5MIA

[Nazistisches Reich]

Northern Tuskenjaarian swamp lands 1900hrs

"Move! Move! Snal!" a SS officer yelled while standing in the swamp while large trucks slowly treaded their way through the mud. "We need these weapons down in the southern part by 1400hrs so move!" The officer screamed waving his arms. The drivers who were from the Reich 33rd engineer core just ignored him and kept shifting gears as the large diesal engines of the trucks roared. The trucks were carrying large caches of weapons, Anti-Tank rounds,Anti-Air weapons, body armor, grenades. A SS guard private trudged through the mud torwards the officer. "Sir! Sir! This just came in from the HQ in the capitol city!" The Private yelled handing a folded letter to the officer.

The Officer opened the letter and read over the letter. He then looked up and looked around. Have 2 trucks make their way to the midlands out of the swamp. They will link up with some militia members in civilian vans who will take the weapons to the capitol. It appears the Field Marshall has a little plan." The officer said crumbling up the note and then putting it in his pocket. "Yes Sir!" The Private saluted and trudged off through the mud.

Undercover HQ in the Ghetto of the Capitol
The Field Marshall studied a map which was plastered to a wall. "hmm..its time we put a little fear into their superiors. Send a van loaded with C4 to their HQ which if our sources were correct is located at the airport about an 1hr away from here. Have a couple of those radical militia members do it, im sure they'll be more than happy to die for their cause." The Field Marshall chucked while still staring at the map. "yes field marshall." a SS Sgt. standing next to him said. He walked off quickly to carry out the order.

Outside of the Airport

A militia member driving a white van was speeding down the main road torwards the airport. He was blasting some music from his radio and singing it loudly while he swirved down streets. He came up to the gate where an MP signaled for him to stop. He instead pulled out a 9mm pistol and fired it at the MP as he drove through busting through the gate. He pulled out a detonater, while still singing along to his music and hit a few buttons causing it to go from green (off) to red (armed). He then held the detonator in his hand as he sped torwards the control tower swirving through the personell and vehicles driving around the airport. He made his way untill the control tower was in site and then his the button starting a 1minute countdown, he then pressed down the gas pedal and screamed out the window "Long live the Tuskenjaarian Kingdom!"

[The Vuhifellian States]

OOC: Posting according to the agreed upon retcon

Outside the Airport

A large explosion shocked the terminal and control tower buildings - from the admiral's vantage point he could tell that a device had detonated just outside of the main entrance checkpoint.

"Ensign! Status!?"
"Aye, sir! Gate control, this is navy command, come in! What just happened!?"

There was static for a few moments before transmissions cleared.

"This is Onyx One. Unidentified vehicle raced towards the gate. Intercepted via smoothbore. The vehicle was loaded with explosives, apparently. A few of the infantrymen outside are shaken up and have light injuries, but nothing serious. There's a huge goddamn crater in the middle of the road, though."

"Roger. New shot ready and loaded."

As comms closed between the tower and the tank crew guarding the main gate, another, angrier transmission came in from General Stone.

"Admiral! What the hell was that!? I couldn't get in touch with Onyx One!"
"That's because we had them on the line, general. The tank destroyed an incoming VBED."
"A VBED? Where the hell we your men, admiral, they were supposed to-"
"My men are currently securing the routes into and out of the city, general! My men are some of the finest soldiers our country has to offer and my men didn't train their asses off for years for the distinction of wearing an N-SUDS patch so they could guard a damn gate!"
"..."
"General Stone, you are to redirect your efforts towards organizing the 44th Infantry Division to humanitarian relief and psyche suppression. Major General Hughes and Brigadier General Hansen are scheduled to arrive later today to provide logistical support and command relief. I am going to speak to the Tuskenjaari Royal Family now. Navy command, out."

"Jeez, admiral - you showed him..." an ensign manning the comm terminal said, still mesmerized by the thick smoke coming from the main gate.
"Is this your first deployment, ensign? You seem distracted..."
"Aye, sir. I graduated from the Naval Academy last year - I'm an IT specialist but this country's high-tech infrastructure was reduced to rubble during the war. Until the Information Corps arrives I'm detached to your personal comms office."
"Well, ensign...we'll be here a while, so try to keep your mind on the job instead of the dangers around. Keep a cool head and you'll do fine - it's what they teach every enlisted man and I wish it's what they drilled into every officer."
"Aye aye, sir!"

As the admiral left the control tower, he couldn't help but feel that this country would need a man like General Stone - a ruthless blood knight who was willing to sacrifice the blood of innocents - to truly come under the wing and protection of the Federation.