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The Darksnow War (MT, PMT) [CLOSED]

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The Darksnow War (MT, PMT) [CLOSED]

Postby Kommandoria » Mon Aug 22, 2011 8:26 am

Even on opposite ends of the world, war continues to thrive. The Dictatorship of Scocialist Provinces and The Military-Industrial Komplex of Kommandoria have long hungered for new land and wealth. The governments of these countries became entangled in a conspiracy revolving around the death of a Kommandorian ambassador, an ambassador whose death was blamed on DSP mercenaries. Now, as twilight breaks, armies, fleets, and aircraft mobilize to steamroll over their enemies. Take your sides. Aid Kommandoria in its quest to burn DSP to the ground, or join DSP in its mission to conquer Kommandorian lands.

OOC: I gotta go for a few hours. I'll be back later to add more.
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"I will scorch the very grass from your land in a blaze of glory.
I will salt the soil and destroy all hope of recovery.
I will make your nation into a desolate wasteland, a hellish desert of despair.
I will end you, and your very name will be lost from history
."
--The Most High Royal Kyzar, Leonardo de Vespucci XVI



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Postby Prizyetsa » Mon Aug 22, 2011 9:03 am

Prizyetsi Military High Command-Mormosk

"Sir, we're getting alot of military activity in Kommandoria... looks like a full mobilization of all branches of their military." a young officer called out from his console in the "great hall" of the Prizyetsi Military Command Center complex, roght outside of Mormosk in the central mountains on Prizyetsa. "Let me see..." commander Heraldsan said, walking over to the young man's post, wearing sweatpants and sipping hot tea. "Well I'll be damned... what are they planning now?" he mused to himself. "Geirang" he called out to a young soldier manning one of the communication consoles, "Send a message to Venji, and ask for orders." The young soldier typed away.
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TO PMHC-VENJI
FROM PMHC-MORMOSK
ENCRYPTION-HIGH
SUBJECT-MILITARY MOBILISATION KOMMANDORIA

SATELITES PICKING UP MASS MOBILISATION OF KOMMANDORIAN MILITARY. NUMBERS UNKNOWN AT THIS TIME. REQUEST FURTHER INSTRUCTIONS ON MATTER.

USE CODE KEY --#001275439-9839-ORKS-03-- ON RETURN.


The commander hummed his favorite folk song as he walked off towards the command chair, where he set down his tea. "I'm gonna go take a piss now, ladies and gentlemen..." he called out, wit ha grin on his face. Maria, an Administratii soldier posted here for something she did in her last unit hated this kind of informal setting, and Heraldsan knew it...

Prizyetsi Military High Command-Venji


Imediatly, the message was printed and brought to the office of the acting commander at Venji station. She looked over it, and sighed. "Another agressive motion..." She stood up, grabbed her coffee and went out of her office and turned left. She remembered her first time at PMHC-Venji. The complex had seemed like a maze to her, 200m underground. She walked down the hallway, through a 2 tonne blast door and made a right, towards the communications center. "Morning gentlemen" she called out as she entered the room. "I would like to send a message to all military command centers especially the following. PMHC-Mormosk, PMHC-Vosonje, PMHC-Kormosk, Prizyetsi Naval Station Igär and the Kauvaran Embasy. Use encryption key #001275439-9839-ORKS-03--.

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FROM PMHC-Venji
TO PMHC-MORMOSK, PMHC-VOSONJE, PMHC-KORMOSK, PNS-IGÄR, EMBASY OF THE INDUSTRIUM OF KAUVARA
ENCRIPTION --#001275439-9839-ORKS-03--
SUBJECT MASS MOBILISATION OF KOMMANDORIAN TROOPS

MASS MOBILISATION OF KOMMANDORIAN TROOPS HAS BEEN REPORTED. ALL PRIZYETSI MILITRY PERSONELL ARE TO BE AT READINESS STAGE YELLOW. DEPLOYMENT IMMINANT.

PRIZYETSI NAVY SQUADRON-SUBMARINA NORT IS TO DEPLOY INTO THE NORTH SEA WITH 100KM SPREAD. AWAIT ORDERS. REPORT ANY ACTIVITY.
PRIZYETSI NAVY SQUADRON-EST FLØTE IS TO PREPARE FOR DEPLOYMENT. AWAIT ORDERS.
PRIZYETSI NAVY SQUADRON-NORT FLØTE IS TO PREPARE FOR DEPLOYMENT. AWAIT ORDERS.

ORDERS ARE ACTIVE STARTING NOW.

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Postby Kauvara » Mon Aug 22, 2011 9:39 am

KAUVARAN OFFICE OF STRATEGIC OPERATIONS, VULPES
IMPERIUM OF KAUVARA
18:47 HOURS


5-Star General William Tyzden walked into the KOSO Main Building. He came to the door of the meeting room. "Code Clearance: Angelum," he told the guard, his voice terse. The guard let him through, and he strode into the meeting room. Sitting around the table were all faces he knew well. Fleet Admiral Johnathan Ulysses sat on one end of the table, his white dress uniform starched so well it could stand on its own. 5-Star General James McCloud was standing, his unzipped flight uniform almost seeming too casual for the gravity of the situation. Tyzden took his seat. They waited for a few minutes, until a soldier walked in and barked: "The Emperor Aleksandr Or'yan, Chosen of the Fox, Guardian of the Kit, Protector of Kauvara has arrived!" Everybody stood and saluted. First came the old soldier Gaius Kauvus, the legendary war hero of the War of Unification, who always seemed to be at the Emperor's side. He was wearing his old Vulpesian dress uniform from back when each Kauvaran city was its own nation. He was followed by Emperor Or'yan, his red cape flowing behind him as he sat.

The men sat down.

"Gentlemen," Or'yan began. "War is not my forte. Kauvus here led our forces during the War of Unification. As such, this is something of a difficulty for me..."
"What do you mean, Your Highness?" Tyzden asked.
"Several hours ago, we were forwarded a message from Prizyetsi intelligence," McCloud responded.
"That's right," Or'yan continued. "It appears our old... 'friends' from Kommandoria are on the move, as are the soldiers of the Dictatorship of Scocialist Provinces. They are mobilizing towards each other."
"Any reason as to why?" Ulysses asked.
"None. It appears they simply hunger for more wealth and power," Or'yan answered. Kauvus grunted, a grimace on his face. He never said much, and only a select few had ever even heard his voice.
"What are our orders then, Your Highness?" McCloud queried.
"I want all Legions and air units on yellow alert. Put III Legion 'Gladius' and V Legion 'Helios,' as well as the First Fleet and the 8492nd Wing, on red alert. IV Legion 'Contego' and the Second Fleet can sit this one out. They're still pretty banged up from the Aldardan War. Leave them on green. Dismissed!"

The men left the room, leaving only Kauvus and Or'yan. "Gaius, what do you think?" the Emperor asked his old friend and mentor.
Kauvus sighed. "It's too early to tell, Little Aleks. However, I recommend activating our global IKSF cells. Put them all on red alert. Have them monitor the situation. We'll decide more once we know more."
"Do you think that is wise?"
"No, I don't think it is. I know it is."
The men laughed, and walked out.

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TO: Imperial Kauvaran Armed Forces
FROM: Kauvaran Office of Strategic Operations
ENCRYPTION: High
SUBJECT: Mobilization

Attention commanders of the IKAF:

Here are the following readiness levels:
I Legion "Honorius:" Yellow
II Legion "Ballista:" Yellow
III Legion "Gladius:" Red
IV Legion "Contego:" Green
V Legion "Helios:" Red
VI Legion "Prizyetsum:" Await orders from Prizyetsan High Command

First Fleet "Poseidon:" Yellow
Second Fleet "Trireme:" Green

1st KF-12 Squadron "Vulpes Astrum:" Green
8492nd KF-11 Wing: Await orders from Prizyetsi High Command
5368th KF-11 Wing: Red
All other KF-11 Wings: Yellow
All F-22 Wings: Yellow
All J-20 Chengdu Wings: Yellow
All SU-Pak Wings: Green
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TO: Imperial Kauvaran Special Forces Global Reconnaissance Cells
FROM: <REDACTED>
ENCRYPTION: UNBREAKABLE
SUBJECT: <None>

ALTUS VIGILO

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Postby Prizyetsa » Mon Aug 22, 2011 9:50 am

Somewhere in the North Sea

PPMS Kalaïna, a Hai class attack sub sat motionless under the grey surface, the only part showing was the low visibility periscope and the communications mast. Both parts of the sub were only barely out of the water. The Captain, an old sailor who had been in the navy since before the class had been introduced had had the priveledge of serving on the Kalaïna for almost 20 years. He new how to operate her to make her completly silent, and all of his mena had respected him. He had given the order to remain silent, and only speak if nescesary. He listened to the sea, and watched the surface. He had placed a decoy 2km to the north of the ship, hoping to attract a Kommandorian ship or aircraft so that he could stalk it...

He would wait for as long as it took...

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Postby The Sovietyeto » Mon Aug 22, 2011 12:00 pm

In the dark and cold of northern siberia the moon hung as a lightbulb in am unknown world. Breaking up from the ice came a black cylindrical shape. It was the top of a surfaced sub. Two nations were going to war. The Sovietyeto had to pick a side. This was, however, something that could wait.

On the grated deck two mention stood in high boots protecting them from the cold puddle of water on the sub left from surfacing. In warm coats that were issued by the military they looked over the packs of glistening ice. The only reason they could see anything is that the binoculars they were using were able to function in the night. The captain of the sub was re one looking at the sea, his second in command was waiting for the captain so they could continue to move west.

After they captain put the binoculars in his pocket his comrade opened the hatch and held it open. The entered and turned a wheel to secure the door from a leak of any kind. The submarine dipped below the ice and water and continued west, west to Finland.

For a long time the USSR ha been interested in Finland, it would provide re naval spring board to Europe that they wanted. It crags by the sea would make excellent naval bases. They wok be virtually impenetrable from the air. Best of all Finland was weak. It was ripe for picking. And the Sovietyeto knew that, they even mobilized a small army on the boarders conveniently equipped for an invasion. Then they cold pick a side. This smelled o a war, a world war at a scale greater then any seen before.

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Postby Kommandoria » Mon Aug 22, 2011 12:07 pm

Off the west coast of Africa, deep beneath the swelling seas, a Kommandorian Tyrant-class submarine patrolled, monitoring any movements by the DSP or otherwise. The submarine's name, Entropy, was somewhat faded due to the many battles the submarine had been in. Its Kaptain, Johann Kleinschmitt, was by no means new to war. He had been in KRMA's Naval program for a relatively short 2 years. He had been well seasoned by dozens of battles. (The Entropy was a massive beast of the ocean, capable of taking on preposterous amounts of water before sinking. Due to the precautionary nature of Kommandorian manufacturers, all Tyrant-class submarines are full of watertight blast-doors in order to prevent as many casualties as possible). The Entropy hovered at a depth of 1000 meters, silent as a massive submarine can be.

Kaptain Kleinschmitt: Get me a sonar scan, stat. Contact the Krieg Grid, inform them that we haven't seen any activity for two days now. Are all torpedo tubes stocked?

Radio Operator: *repeats message*

Munitions Bay Crewman: All torpedoes are loaded! Several dozen more are stockpiled!

Sonar Operator: Hmm.

Kleinschmitt: What is it, sailor?

Son.Operator: There's a rather small, dim blip on the screen, sir.

Kleinschmitt: I see.

Son.Operator: Ahm...it disappeared, sir.

Kleinschmitt: Probably just a minor glitch. Carry on with the patrols. How is the Omega Fleet?

Radio Operator: The Omega Fleet is en route to West Africa. They plan on stopping to refuel, then move on to the French coast. They report no enemy activity at the moment.

Kleinschmitt smirked. The Omega Fleet was the primary fleet of Kommandoria. Some satellites had, on occasion, mistaken the fleet for a small group of islands. It consisted of 5 battleships, lead by the R.K.S. Blood Ruby, the legendary pride and flagship of the Kommandorian Grand Navy. With the battleships were 2 aircraft carriers, 8 destroyers, 3 submarines, and several utility ships (minesweepers, fuel ships, etc.). Upon reaching France, combat operations would commence. DSP would burn to the ground...soon...so very soon...
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"I will scorch the very grass from your land in a blaze of glory.
I will salt the soil and destroy all hope of recovery.
I will make your nation into a desolate wasteland, a hellish desert of despair.
I will end you, and your very name will be lost from history
."
--The Most High Royal Kyzar, Leonardo de Vespucci XVI



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Postby Kauvara » Mon Aug 22, 2011 12:24 pm

LOCATION UNKNOWN
AFRICA
12:54


Gloved hands bearing the emblem of the Imperial Kauvaran Special Forces deftly moved across a keyboard before uploading a message to an unknown Kauvaran destination.

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TO: <REDACTED>
FROM: IKSF Cell "Africanum"
ENCRYPTION: VERY HIGH
SUBJECT: REPPERTUM

MOTUS: NAVALIS
NATIO: KOMMANDORIA

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Postby Prizyetsa » Mon Aug 22, 2011 12:38 pm

Prizyetsi Military High Command-Vosonje

The troops were being loaded onto the LPD's in order to be able to be shiped out almost imediatly. It was an impressive sight to behold, thousands of troops, both Prizyetsi and Kauvaran, side by side. The Est Fløte Infantri was not new to war. In fact, they had been the main fighting force in Aldard, along with several Administratii specop teams. They knew how to fight. The Est Fløte, or Eastern Fleet was the largest fleet in the Western Atlantic, with over 50 ships, plus an aditional 30 on patroll. 380km North East, lay the port city of Emira, which housed another 30 naval ships which fell under PMHC-Vosonje. Even further North, was the Submarini Fløte Nort, which comprised of nearly 40 attack subs, most of which had been deployed to patroll the mid atlantic. The balistic missile subs however, were still in their pens, there was no need to send them out on patroll, although they were being fitted with both SS-ASM-01 missiles as well as the new SS-ICBM-19, each with 10 warheads, which were a last ditch weapon, not to be used unless there was no other alternative.

Admiral Ponteiko stood on the bridge of his ship, PPMS Danaä, a guided missile cruiser, one of three in the Prizyetsi navy. He hoped he wouldn't have ot deploy. He had a bad feeling about this...

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Postby Kauvara » Mon Aug 22, 2011 12:45 pm

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TO: Admiral Ponteiko
FROM: 3-Star General Matthias N. Gavenson, Director of Kauvaran forces in Operation: Darksnow
ENCRYPTION: High
SUBJECT: Proposal

Admiral Ponteiko,

My name is 3-Star General Matthias Gavenson. I served alongside many of your Prizyetsi brothers and sisters during the Aldardan War. I have been chosen to lead the Kauvaran forces in this operation due to my experience with both Kommandoria and Prizyetsa. May I first say that, although I hope it does not come to it, I will be honored to fight alongside Prizyetsa once again. May I also extend my condolences with regards to the loss of Alec Ilanson. He was a good friend of mine, and a good man.

Anyway, on to business. I have the following proposal: I will put VI Legion "Prizyetsum" under your command. I will take my primarily-aerial V Legion "Helios," and handle the skies for our combined force. This includes everything from paradrops to aerial troop transfers to CAPs, et cetera. In short, leave the sky to us, and we'll leave the sea to you. We can take command of our respective ground forces once they have reached their deployment zones. Is this acceptable?

Sincerely,
Matthias Gavenson
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Postby Kommandoria » Mon Aug 22, 2011 12:52 pm

The Entropy continued north along the West African coast until it arrived at the rendezvous point with its sister-submarine, the Eris. Kaptain Kleinschmitt began telegramming messages to the Kaptain of the Eris.

Kleinschmitt: This is Kaptain Kleinschmitt of the R.K.S. Entropy...stop...we haven't found any sign of DSP activity or otherwise...stop...is this a secure connection...stop?

Eris Kaptain: Indeed Kaptain...stop...and neither have we...stop...have your electronics been glitching up...stop?

Kleinschmitt: Affirmative...stop...we picked up several tiny, dim signals...stop...why do you ask...stop?

Eris Kaptain: We've been picking up the same signals...stop...but what struck me as highly unusual...stop...was that we intercepted a message of unknown origin...stop...

Kleinschmitt: Odd, what did it say...stop...and who were the receivers and transmitters...stop?

Eris Kaptain: That's just it...stop...we can't tell who it's from or to whom it was directed...stop...and the encoding is unbelievable...stop...

Kleinschmitt: Come again, Kaptain...stop?

Eris Kaptain: It has ridiculous amounts of encoding...stop...we have nothing onboard capable of deciphering it...stop...and I doubt even the mainland has anything to crack it...stop...

Kleinschmitt: We are being watched...stop...cease all communications after the following messages...stop...radio silence is now mandatory and all audio, spoken or otherwise, is forbidden...stop...descend to 1500 meters and blend within the dark...stop...this is a game...stop...and I will not be played...stop...

Instantly, all non-essential equipment on both ships were shut down and every man onboard went deathly quiet...the submarines dove down into the abyss...it was as though they were lost from the world...as though they never existed...


>>>TRANSMISSION BEGIN<<<

To: Yakkov Samir of The USS of The Sovietyeto
From: Superior High General Klaus von Auberwitz
Encryption: Very High

Greetings comrades. Word spreads so very fast, does it not? But I digress. Surely as nation such as yours would desire the vast reaches of the Baltics. However, sometimes things one desires must be...liberated from their present owners. In this case, the DSP is the owner of the Baltics. Kommandoria has many enemies, and few allies. It would greatly aid us if the sovereign nation of The Sovietyeto were to, say, help us with our little war. Our Most High Royal Kyzar has commanded me to offer you any land in the Baltics that we may seize during our conflict. Our only wish is that you help us set the DSP's lands ablaze, after it has been plundered of course. Any aid you can offer would be greatly appreciated. Currently, we have only a few spies and special operations teams near the DSP's lands, but our main forces will arrive in a few days. If it is not too much to ask, could you maybe soften them up a bit prior to our assault? Please inform us of your decisions as soon as possible. Thank you.

>>>TRANSMISSION END<<<
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"I will scorch the very grass from your land in a blaze of glory.
I will salt the soil and destroy all hope of recovery.
I will make your nation into a desolate wasteland, a hellish desert of despair.
I will end you, and your very name will be lost from history
."
--The Most High Royal Kyzar, Leonardo de Vespucci XVI



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Postby Prizyetsa » Mon Aug 22, 2011 1:09 pm

PPMS Kalaïna, North Sea

The captain smiled, he had found a target. It was time to play with them now. "Release a sonar pinger. Helf speed forwards, keep us silent." he ordered. "Aye aye sir" a young enlistedman said. after a minute the captain went over to the communications station and tapped the coms officer on the shoulder. "You think they're listeening for us?" the comsman replied, "That's not my job to know sir, ask the sonarman." The captain looked over at a young man with headphones on. "They're listening, sir." "Good" the captain smiled. "Fire sonar pinger, max sound."* The coms operater replied with a crisp, "Aye sir", and everyone plugged their ears.

It was silent...

There was a deaphening *PING* that tore through the water, traveling in all directions. "Use it to cover out blade vibrations" the captain said in a calm voice. "Three quarter speed burst, just for the momentum." The sub jolted forwards, and started to slow down.

*The sonar pinger is essentially a small cillinder which can fire off a single loud ping to temporarily disable sonar. It has the ability to blow sonarmen's eardrums. (A nasty little toy...)

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Postby Scocialist Provinces » Mon Aug 22, 2011 4:56 pm

'Infamous' Situation room, Below Cape slaviak

"Sir! This just in!" A courier informed Maximus the first with a panicked tone of voice, holding out a folder.

"Let me see that." Maximus answered whilst taking the document "Ooh. This will put things into an interesting position. They're massing their own invasion."

"Sir, May I make a suggestion?" Armand Keriolenko, heir to Maximus' power, asked. After getting a thumbs up, he began. "Pull back the armored devisions, but launch the DSPSO anyways. We'll Intercept a possible march through the medditeranian, and take advantage of their absence."

"Brilliant concept, Armand. let's add on that idea. I'm calling a lands meet. Now. Meet me there in fifteen minutes now, all of you." Maximus ordered, pointing around at his generals, advisors and politicians."


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Official decision of the meet:

All armored devisions are to recall from Africa immediately, and move north-east to the mediteranian. They will meet and regroup at Fort Redcliffe. There we will prepare for a possible march. Two devisions are to continue and watch over Europe as sentries.

Bad company, Red company, Death company and Zulu company are to proceed with operation 'DarkSnow', and land in Kommandoria's hotspots, sabotaging military and civilian manufacturing.

The DSP will also ask of it's friendly neighbors to aid their efforts. 
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Postby The Sovietyeto » Mon Aug 22, 2011 5:47 pm

The DSP, te Sovietyeto and Chima formed what was called the great wall of communism. Three massive countries all connecting each other were in the great wall. All three were tough compared to the average country. But the DSP was at te bottom. Te sheer size of China and the Sovietyeto placed them at the top. Still the DSP held a chain of forts at the borders in the Balkans. These forts mention the DSP was militarily unreachable by a military standpoint. That's why Finland was the target. The Sovietyeto and the DSP ha had a rocky relationship for years now. The Sovietyeto thought that the Socialist Provinces only called itself communist and was actually a corrupt nation focusing on the minorities instead of all.

Now the Sovietyeto was planning an invasion. Numbers and tactics would win. For the last three years they had built up their military and defenses. Now they had a similar chain of forts to protect against the Balkans area. Their air forces had become the largest. The navy and groud forces had risen to. Most importantly they had the tool of propaganda. Through certain government purchases they had taken up a all of the cultural activities alongside the DSP itself. The were to provoke riots by using the freedoms agianst the DSPs people, weakening it.As of yet they were like a poisen that had done nothing yet. But they would soon.

As of now the propaganda centers were to crank up to a maximum. To spead the influence of the Sovietyeto. From the DSP they couldn't do anthing about it. All the broacasting stations were behind the Sovietyetos forts. Still without Finland they couldn't do anything. The propaganda may cause riots and soften them up but without a military attack they wouldn't control the DSP.

In Finland the campaign was going well. Tanks had pushed past the few soldiers and destroyed them. Behind, soldiers advanced on foot and occupied Finland.

A telegram had come in from Komms Doris. They wanted the Sovietyeto to aid them in the war effort. The Sovietyeto replied a simple but highly encrypted message.

"We will attack the DSP, but it will not to be to help you. We intend the take the Balkans and Eastern Europe. You may have what they control in Greenland and Iceland."

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Postby Scocialist Provinces » Mon Aug 22, 2011 6:26 pm

OoC: ugh. I'm not going to rant about this much, but sovieto, I hardly understood a fraction of that, and what I did screamed 'godmod' at the top of it's lungs. Do you mind editing it without the confusion?
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Postby Kauvara » Mon Aug 22, 2011 7:52 pm

LOCATION UNKNOWN
AFRICA
17:34 HOURS


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TO: <REDACTED>
FROM: IKSF Cell "Africanum"
ENCRYPTION: VERY HIGH
SUBJECT: REPPERTUM

MOTUS: ARMATUS
ITER: RECEPTACULUM
NATIO: DICTATURA SCOCIALIST PROVINCII
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LOCATION UNKNOWN
NORTHERN EUROPE
22:52 HOURS


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TO: <REDACTED>
FROM: IKSF Cell "Septentrio Maritima"
ENCRYPTION: VERY HIGH
SUBJECT: REPPERTUM

MOTUS: AGUE
ITER: PROPOSITUM
NATIO: SOVIETYETO
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LOCATION UNKNOWN
SCANDINAVIA
22:52 HOURS


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TO: <REDACTED>
FROM: IKSF Cell "Finnia"
ENCRYPTION: VERY HIGH
SUBJECT: REPPERTUM

MOTUS: ARMATUS
MOTUS: MILITUS
ITER: ANTE
NATIO: SOVIETYETO
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Postby Kommandoria » Mon Aug 22, 2011 7:54 pm

1500 meters below the Atlantic Ocean, the Entropy and Eris sat silently until...

Sonar Operator: *whispering* Kaptain, I'm picking up a...YAHHHHHH!

Nearby crewmen covered their ears as the sonar operator screamed and grabbed at his head. Other crewmen tackle him and hold him down, covering his mouth.

Crewman: Sir, he's in bad shape, a huge sonar ping blew his eardrums. He's in pretty intense shellshock right now.

The sonar operator's pained cries were muffled by fellow crewmen. He flailed his arms hysterically until a medic put him to sleep with morphine and other medications. They carried him to the sickbay and began writing a medical report. He would be returned to Kommandoria as soon as possible to receive artificial eardrum implants. Back at midship...

Kaptain Kleinschmitt: Telegram the Eris immediately! See if they had the same problem!

Moments later...

Eris Kaptain: ...so his eardrums have apparently burst. We believe the ping came from a Prizyetsan submarine. Should we counterattack, Kaptain?

Kleinschmitt: No, they don't know where we are. We need to keep it that way. Monitor them if you can. I'll contact munitions bay and see what we have to give them.

Eris Kaptain: Aye, aye.

Kleinschmitt: Yes, munitions bay, do we have any long-range torpedoes?

Munitions Bay Crewman: Aye sir! But just a few. And the guidance system is offline due to your orders to shut down non-essential electronics.

Kleinschmitt: I see. Load them into tubes 1 through 6. Stand by for further orders.

MBC: Aye, sir!

Everyone was once again deathly silent. Every room in both ships were pitch black, except for the slowly-flashing red emergency lights. Kleinschmitt's face looked almost ghostly as the red light reflected from his face. He unfolded a map of the West African coast and closed his eyes. Where could they go...?

Meanwhile, in the middle of the Atlantic...Omega Fleet was on its way to West Africa...High Admiral Vito DiBartolo gazed out of the R.K.S. Blood Ruby's Kommand Tower. He could see for miles around. He looked at the flags flown by the fleet. Oh how it fit the war so well. Kommandoria's flag represented the fate of DSP. Fire within the darkness. It was an exhilirating feeling, it made him feel almost godlike. And soon, all of Kommandoria's foes would feel his wrath...
"I will scorch the very grass from your land in a blaze of glory.
I will salt the soil and destroy all hope of recovery.
I will make your nation into a desolate wasteland, a hellish desert of despair.
I will end you, and your very name will be lost from history
."
--The Most High Royal Kyzar, Leonardo de Vespucci XVI



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Postby Kauvara » Mon Aug 22, 2011 8:09 pm

LOCATION UNKNOWN
AFRICAN COAST
20:07 HOURS


-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
TO: <REDACTED>
FROM: IKSF Cell "Africanum"
ENCRYPTION: VERY HIGH
SUBJECT: REPPERTUM

MOTUS: NAVALIS
ITER: ANTE
NATIO: KOMMANDORIA
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------


OOC: These transmissions can be spotted, but not traced or tracked. If one were to look at a satellite tracking system, the Earth would just have a bunch of indistinct blips all over it as reports, communiques, calls home, etc. criss-crossed the globe. This is all entirely possible using standard, real-world, modern-day technology. Simply a highly-encrypted satellite-linked comms network hidden in the streams of other civilian, military, and other data. Finding the streams is almost impossible, and detecting patterns is stopped with irregular broadcast patterns and mobile radio vehicles. This is entirely possible with small teams of 2-5 operating in critical zones. I am just upgrading the encryption a little due to Kauvara's superior tech as opposed to superior numbers, as well as specialty in SpecForce and aerial operations as opposed to mainline engagements with infantry and armor (in other words, Kauvara has less troops (who are inexperienced with conventional warfare), but are slightly technologically superior and better at clandestine/special operations). While this is not techwank, if it is seen as unfair, then I totally understand and I will cease immediately!
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Postby Lolzieristan » Mon Aug 22, 2011 8:36 pm

President Nikolai Beslavaky sat at his desk, reading the reports of what was going on in regions alarmingly close to him. While the forces of Communism had treated the Central Asian region incredibly poorly, he still sought to side with one faction or the other, to avoid leaving his nation in the situation they had been in back in the '30s, and again in the '80s. He was not going to stand aside and allow himself to be "neutral" in this war, since the neutral were often carved up like Thanksgiving turkeys and doled out to the victors.

Both sides contained Communist forces, and he knew that his people wouldn't support fighting alongside Communists without a good deal of convincing. However, he knew that he would have to make a choice. And he had heard rumors, unconfirmed reports from his spy network still set up in the Sovietyeto, that they would be occupying both the Balkans and Eastern Europe. That's incredibly close to us, he thought, but they wouldn't be as likely to try anything if we help them out. His decision was made.

"Conrad!", he shouted, and an aide immediately swung the office door open. "Yes, Mr. President?"

"Relay a communique to the Sovietyeto...tell them we are considering helping their side."
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Postby Scocialist Provinces » Mon Aug 22, 2011 8:48 pm

What wasn't mentioned in the landsmeet report, was that KANTO, an extensive network to fulfill one perpose. Fuel the only (as far as the DSP government is aware) EMP on the planet. It is the most expensive individual item in the DSP's arsenal when used, especially when there are three of them now. Originally used on a nation formerly known as the Unifiruem, which had receeded into anarchy with no power. This was only a test fire in the long run. Maximus had plans for keriolenko's future, for he would not be able to finish them in his own time...
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Kauvara
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Postby Kauvara » Mon Aug 22, 2011 8:50 pm

LOCATION UNKNOWN
SOUTHERN EUROPE
21:42 HOURS


-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
TO: <REDACTED>
FROM: IKSF Cell "Mare Nostrum"
ENCRYPTION: VERY HIGH
SUBJECT: INTERCIPIO

MOTUS: NON
ITER: PROCESSUS
NATIO: LOLZIERISTAN, SOVIETYETO
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

<><><><><><><><>

LOCATION UNKNOWN
REGION UNKNOWN
21:43 HOURS


"Sir!" said a figure, "Cell 'Mare Nostrum' just intercepted a message! A Mediterranean nation is preparing to leave its neutrality and enter the war!"
"Excellent work, Operator," another figure replied.
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Postby Lolzieristan » Mon Aug 22, 2011 8:51 pm

Scocialist Provinces wrote:What wasn't mentioned in the landsmeet report, was that KANTO, an extensive network to fulfill one perpose. Fuel the only (as far as the DSP government is aware) EMP on the planet. It is the most expensive individual item in the DSP's arsenal when used, especially when there are three of them now. Originally used on a nation formerly known as the Unifiruem, which had receeded into anarchy with no power. This was only a test fire in the long run. Maximus had plans for keriolenko's future, for he would not be able to finish them in his own time...



OOC: Since you're foreshadowing EMP usage, I'm warning you now that parts of my military were designed specifically to counter the use electro-magnetic pulse weapons, down to the individual red dot sights on the soldiers' rifles. We learned our lesson after observing the Shakkan-Shikaristan War. Just so you don't blurt 'god-moding' if and when you deploy it near my troops...I don't have a factbook just yet, so I'm saying it right here and now.
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Postby Scocialist Provinces » Mon Aug 22, 2011 8:57 pm

OoC: ah, don't worry, I plan on some of them not working, plus none are going to fly over you. There more of a last resort. Besides, who would just anarchize what he is trying to take?
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Postby The Sovietyeto » Mon Aug 22, 2011 9:03 pm

A secretary came through the stained oak doors and into the ornately decorated room belong to the prime minister. Holdin a paper the secretary handed the said part to their leader, Yakkov Samir. Yakkov fumbled for hi reading glasses. He was almost 55 years old, and the prime minister was a life long position. Unless the senate said so you couldn't pull out.

Finnaly succeeding in finding them he put them on. The plastic bits on the front sliding onto his nose. In a blue velvet snivel chair he turned around to face the tall and wide windows that reached down to the floor and had red curtains. The curtains were pulled back so one could see the daylight and the clusters of white, whispy clouds high in the earths atmosphere.

The letter was from a nation called Lolzieristan. It regarded a possible war with the DSP. Yakkov smiled with his slightly wrinkled lips. This was goo o have a war ally. He immediately pushed a buzzer on his desk after finishing the letter to call in a secretary. One responded quite soon.

"I want a reply sent out."
"Yes sir, shall I write your message?"
"That would be nice, yes, thank you very much."

The secretary went outside the room and soon returned with a small laptop.

"Ready!"
"To the leader of Lolzieristan. We tip our hats to you for your kindness. We however do not intend to attack the DSP yet and also wish to have more details on your offer. We would also like to know why you inferred that we would soon attack them?"

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Postby Lolzieristan » Mon Aug 22, 2011 9:19 pm

The Sovietyeto wrote:A secretary came through the stained oak doors and into the ornately decorated room belong to the prime minister. Holdin a paper the secretary handed the said part to their leader, Yakkov Samir. Yakkov fumbled for hi reading glasses. He was almost 55 years old, and the prime minister was a life long position. Unless the senate said so you couldn't pull out.

Finnaly succeeding in finding them he put them on. The plastic bits on the front sliding onto his nose. In a blue velvet snivel chair he turned around to face the tall and wide windows that reached down to the floor and had red curtains. The curtains were pulled back so one could see the daylight and the clusters of white, whispy clouds high in the earths atmosphere.

The letter was from a nation called Lolzieristan. It regarded a possible war with the DSP. Yakkov smiled with his slightly wrinkled lips. This was goo o have a war ally. He immediately pushed a buzzer on his desk after finishing the letter to call in a secretary. One responded quite soon.

"I want a reply sent out."
"Yes sir, shall I write your message?"
"That would be nice, yes, thank you very much."

The secretary went outside the room and soon returned with a small laptop.

"Ready!"
"To the leader of Lolzieristan. We tip our hats to you for your kindness. We however do not intend to attack the DSP yet and also wish to have more details on your offer. We would also like to know why you inferred that we would soon attack them?"


Beslavaky's heartbeat quickened when he saw the last sentence. "Err...hmm...hey, Conrad?", he asked, and the aide wheeled around to face him. "What do you think would be a good response to them asking me how I know these things?"

He smiled ear-to-ear when he realized the President of the Federal Republic of Lolzieristan had just asked him for suggestions; he was just an intern from Zaieskograd University.
"Well...we could say...say that...we assumed something was about to happen, based on the troop movements, and...would it be too much to say we had been tracking that propaganda they broadcasted?"
"I think that wouldn't be too much to say...", Beslavaky responded.

To our comrades in the Sovietyeto,

We must inform you that Lolzi Military Intelligence detected the source of the propaganda in the DSP; we also believed that the troop movements in both your countries, though yours may well be fairly subtle, it is still visible to our intelligence community. As for details on our support, we would be willing to deploy one entire army front to the fight, numbering 1,000,000 men. Also, our full naval capabilities would be included in the offer, which is fairly sizable. As you can tell, I regard this as a war for survival, and I fear we cannot stand up to the enemy alone. Anything we can do to help you, comrades, we will. Though you are Communist, we believe strongly in the saying "the enemy of my enemy is my friend."

Sincerely,
President Nikolai Beslavaky
Federal Republic of Lolzieristan


Beslavaky hoped that the leader of the Sovietyeto would understand he was also implying, "we're friends...not food." He didn't completely fear them, so much as he didn't want the war to be on the homefront. He knew that based on the geography of the situation, his cities and citizens would be relatively safe from enemy aggression...hopefully.
Sometimes I'm reading through military threads here, and I stop and think "What the hell is wrong with all of us?" But then I get on Facebook, and realize I'd rather be insane than an idiot.
04/17/13: Got my wish, it seems, in terms of major depressive disorder. I'm sorry to everyone for any inactivity, it's...well, hard.

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Postby Arkania 5 » Mon Aug 22, 2011 9:25 pm

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TO: Socialist Provinces

From: The Nekron State of Arkania

We will gladly offer our services to the Socialist Provinces. Nekron Forces are standing by on your command.


OOC: Nekrons are just MT Necrons without the kill-wank. Ask me if you need info. And my post is short becuase I don't have any imagination right now.
MT <Compatible with FanT if needed>: The Shattered Enclave [INACTIVE]
FT: Aperture Industries
"The Shattered Enclave is technically a failed nation, but through all odds, they have survived as a million-headed hydra, all ready to simultaneously attack each other as their enemies. Wildly different factions, each with cultures that simply could not have developed within a hundred years, kept in a temporum of chaos...one wonders if more unexplained powers were involved in the creation of this monstrosity..."
WE ARE THE COLOR RED IN A WORLD FULL OF BLACK AND WHITE.....
tl;dr: Not a country or a nation. More like an entire world divided into a trillion pieces. Near impossible to invade. FanT/FT origins, MT/PMT technology.
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