The Conflict in Hutanjia [Closed]

by **Neu Engollon** » Sat Sep 08, 2012 3:14 pm

by **Neu Engollon** » Sat Sep 08, 2012 3:58 pm

THE PALACE, CHASTILLE, HUTANJIA

Major Galien said his goodbyes to the command staff and left the Palace War Room. Pierre headed up to his room acommodations in the Palace. Once there, he started a bug sweep and found two new bugs, which he dropped in a glass of water. He then set up a small box that was an encrypted jammer. It seemed silent and wouldn't cause any disruption to his link, but it would cause havoc to any listening devices outside the room. He did this, not because he distrusted their new Hutanjian and New Edomite allies, but solely to thwart the KHS faction of the Hutanjian Monarchy.
He then set up his special battle hardened and wired laptop. A radioman's face at the Regiment base popped up, a brief conversation, and then General Nelson Tell's visage appeared.
"Major, how goes it?"
Galien told him about the latest developments in the last few hours. Also, he checked on the status of the incoming 2nd Batallion and made arrangements to bring in their 'special friend's merchant vessels and their landing hovercrafts, as well as the half of the fixed air wing: fighter jets, transport and refuel planes, etc. They would send along a few more FAVs and Saracens, also.
"First of all, we cannot commit more ground troops beyond some companies from 3rd Batallion, should it come to that, plus we'll keep the rest of the air wing here. Some things may be coming up, as well, Colonel Moller won't be shipping there, in order to stay here with me to keep on the new situation. You are hereby promoted to Lieutenant Colonel. Sergeant Major Verholtz will have your new rank badges when he arrives. Congratulations!"
"Thank you sir."
"You earned it, Pierre! You are now the commander of all Uli forces that are arriving or will be commited in the future in theater. Do me proud. Also, stay away from those KHS bastards as much as possible. They sound like bad news and if our boys see them committing atrocities, it could nix the contract, due to our morality clause. Let's keep it clean.
General Tell out."
"Lt. Colonel Galien out."
He took a brief nap and freshened up, dressing in a fresh uniform before going down to meet General Unwerth and the rest for breakfast.

by **Falkasia** » Sat Sep 08, 2012 6:07 pm

Yuri was not pleased. He stood stripped to his pants in front of a long metal table, the blueish glow of its holoprojector element staining the paleness of his sweaty face. The light deflected off his eyes, annihiliating any pupil or color that could have been discerned, granting him a completely unholy look of possession. He hands where clenched to the table's edge at a radical angle and his knuckles were white.

Although it had seemed the Falkasians were gone, they had in fact established a camp of their own not too far away from the rebel headquarters. Just close enough to provide assistance and be feed information, but far enough away to where they wouldn't raise any suspicion. The men had comandeered an old abandoned logger's camp, and had turned the two buildings into a makeshift command center. On the outside, it was indistinguishable from just another ruin. On the inside, it was jam packed with more technology than most locals would see in their lifes. Plus, the whole package came with an advanced prototype jamming suite which wa supposedly capable of rendering them invisible to radio triangulation. Neither Yuri nor his men knew how it worked, bu tthey were perfectly fine with ignorance so long as it got the job done.

The facility itself had been expanded to help house the incoming burden of equipment. Only in the dead of night had Yuri's men dug basements underneath the shacks, extending the subterranean burrows out several dozen yards in all directions. The ground was soft enough and the tree roots thick enough to where the earth clotted up well enough to build earthen walls, but any sort of assault would render their massive caches underground completely vulnerable. Concrete, a construction crew, and a lot of man hours would be required. At the rate things were going. it would onlt be a matter of time before Yuri got his wish.

The screen in front of Yuri lit up again, this time providing a visual warning of additional combatants entering the sector. V.I.C.E., as it was dubbed, was a Falkasian computer invention designed to provide up-to-date tactical information to commanders of all levels in the field. Virtual Intelligence and Command Environment perfectly emulated a sort of strategy video game, if only from a top-down viewpoint. The system, which was updated in real time via satellite imagery from up above, constantly monitored the battlefield and provided instant intelligence on troops positions and movements. A fully interactive virtual HUD allowed commanders to communicate directly with their lower command staff and recieve feedback from boots on the ground. It was a remarkable system, although its tendency to overheat and vulnerability to any sort of directed energy attack caused some concern.

Today however, the scene that the screen depicted could not have been worse. The rebels had been granted equipment, and dozens of unmarked Falkasian ships were off the coast providing supplies. They hadn't been touched, yet. Yuri knew better than to think that international waters were a safe place. Especially with the massive escalation of troops he was seeing before him, he knew things were going to heat up. His views however, were not shared by his superiors. It was terribly frustrating, but he hoped the scene he was recording now would provide the evidence to prove them otherwise.

The dark room suddenly lit up, blinding the commander for a moment. One of his men appeared in the aperture, apologizing briefly as he slammed the door shut and returning the room to darkness.

"Sir, we've got the listening devices set up. If anyone so much as comes within a quarter mile of this place, we'll know about them."

Yuri scratched his face, turning his head briefly to the side and exposing some red in his retina.

"Good. You know as well as I do that this place won't survive a firefight... even a chance one. We won't be caught off guard."

The operative nodded and disappeared into the murky dark of the room, most likely trying to catch some sleep before his patrol shift came due.

Yuri turned back, looking at the screen once more. He released his grip from the table, wiping his slightly bloddy hand on his worthless pants. He reached up, tapping at the air over the screen. In an instant, his view was filled with combat statistics on the rebel forces. Individual icons representing units lit up, signifying where each was. Yuri frowned. Maybe 15 regiments against an army almost three times their size. Apparently, the supportive media spin back home was having little effect on the ground war here. Not a winning combination.

Yuri used two fingers and drew a virtual box around the enemy force, once again highlight all relevant icons and reading over the context screen that popped up.

"Mercenaries too? King's really pullin' all the stops," Yuri mumbled to himself, wiping his dirt-streaked forehead with the back of his hand.

He saw fast movers appear on the screen and spat out a curse.

"Where the fuck did this bastards come from?"

Yuri inhaled sharply, coughing slightly as his fingers flew. One hand operated the panel while another desperately tired to raise the rebel commander. He knew that time was of the essence, and while they had the material to deal with the problem, he doubted the soldiers had been trained enough to understand the capablilites of their weapons.

He desperately tried to gain some information on this aircraft, running gathered data against thousands of international databases. The answer he got, suprisingly, made him smile.

He had found the evidence he needed. He would get his support.

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Kazyenko rubbed his forehead, straining bloodshot eyes to focus on the document in front of him. Why did he have to work on Tuesdays? No one worked on Tuesdays...

He got frustrated, eventually calling in an aide to read the message to him while he rested his head atop his heavy oak desk. He understood nothing, nor did he care. All that worried him was the mention of "sizeable foreign contingent," which caused his ears to perk up. He shot upright, no longer in a stupor.

"Let's see what we can do," he said. "Get some troops ready, but first we need to make a statement. "

Kazyenko leaned back in his chair, fingering over someone for him to dictate out a message too.

"Agent Yuri wants help? Then he shall get it."

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((Sorry for the time-jump. I'm just trying to get my deployments in line with everyone else's, taking into account the change in circumstances with non-posters.))

FNS Schechtmann

The large Volsk-class carrier ambled slowly and silently through the straits at the mouth of the island chain. Although it was here officially on patrol cruise, the true nature of its presence was quite obvious to even the most untrained of observers. Ther was however, a fine line between political maneuvering and plausible deniability, of which maintaining such was paramount. The spectre of extranational help would taint any sort of regime the rebels would create, and thusly was a situation the Falkasians desired greatly to avoid. That was, assuming no one attacked them "unprovokated."

The crew of the Schechtmann were all in high spirits, despite the fact their own command staff had compared them to the USS Maine. Despite their cheery, gung-ho exterior, every sailor deep down hoped this would not be the last voyage.

The flight deck was being made ready for departures. V-25s and their respective cargo counterparts, the V-20s, were unleashed from their berths and fuelled up for deployment. Chaos was the name of the game, weapons crews running helter-skelter across the crowded deck with armed munitions in tow of wheeled carts. The fog of early morning was just beginning to roll off, but the majority of the deck was stil smothered in solidified mist.

A fog horn sounded in the strait, informing all that the Schechtmann had arrived.

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"You mean to tell me that the KHS will believe this story of a suicide bomber?" Vasili stated, somewhat taken aback by Dimtri's plan.

"Yes, they will have no other choice. The King's people will demand an explanation, and the only plausible one is this."

"That's not what I meant. How are you going to pass off this mannequin as a suicide bomber?"

Dimitri stopped cold in his tracks, hands still grasped around a rebel combat uniform he was trying to work onto the mannequin. His face creased, as though something important had just then dawned on him.

"Fuck..." Dimitri mumbled, letting go of the jacket as it crumpled to the floor. "I didn't think of that..."

Vassili looked triumphant. Dimitri looked confused.

"Hmmm..." he looked around, grabbing a mop and tearing the end of it off.

He reached up and placed on the retail mannequin's head, securing it with carpenter's nails. It resembled a pale white guy with salt-and-pepper dreadlocks. The effect was hilarious, but neither man laughed.

"There..." Dimitri stated matter-of-factly. "I knew it was missing something."

He looked at Vassili, who in turn looked at him.

"One day, you'll learn that appearences only count for so much. People are their own worst enemy, and while believe anything if the evidence points to it. We could have just thrown a bomb into a window, but as long as enouh evidence was left to suggest it was a rebel attack, the populace would conjure their own opinion... and that opinion would most likely become the one that is regarded as truth."

Vassili rubbed his eyes, sighing in defeat. Why did his mentor, the great Dimitri Vornok, have to also be clinically insane?

"Its like conspiracy theories... The public fuels their acceptance... although anyone who denies them is just downright ignorant."

by **Hutanjia** » Sat Sep 08, 2012 7:53 pm

Colonel Hespatu had rode with Monte in the car to his residence. His villa was in Fortuna, the ritzier part of Chastille, in the hills overlooking the port. As a widower, he lived alone now. His children were all grown and Juletta had died of cancer some years ago. He had a batman on call, a Hutanjian tradition inherited from British colonial military days. Most nights he dismissed him early and poured himself a drink while he perused reports and watched the news. Tonight, everything was a herculean effort. Everything moved as if in a heavy fog, and slow motion. It was almost as if he was back to the last week of Juletta's life, when it all seemed so surreal and he couldn't go on.
Hespatu wouldn't let the junior officer go until they'd gotten Tonganu settled in for the night. There was always a guard detail outside the residence as well as security measures in place. Monte Tonganu played along until he had the Colonel and the Lieutenant convinced that he would rest for the night.
Once they left - he gave them a few minutes - he rose back up and got dressed. In his full regalia, pinning all his medals in place, he even took time to polish his ceremonial sword and arranging just right his bandolier that held both holster and scabard. Then he lovingly cleaned his Colt pistol, a special gift from the King for 30 years of dedicated service. The pistol gleamed and with care he loaded the bullets into the antique chamber of the six shooter.
He sat for a while, he knew not how long. The living room was silent except for the ticking of a grandfather clock near the entryway. A favorite portrait of Juletta sat next to him.
What would be the point of this? I give in to them all, The King, Nellis, the UFF and the Mongoose. They win and the people lose. It wouldn't be such a humiliation to work under the foreginer. Then I can help to bring salvation to Hutanjia. Things were just starting to turn around and I can work through this shame. For Hutanjia, for the King, for Juletta. This is not the time to throw myself on the funeral pyre.
He put the pistol back in the holster and took the bandolier off. He went to hang it up in the corner of the closet where it normally hung.
When he closed the closet door, the Mongoose was right there. Smiling in his wicked way.
Tonganu stumbled back to the bed backwards and sat heavily on it, trying to regain his composure.

"Why do you make this so hard, Monte? You were so close, one pull of the trigger and problem solved."
"How...How did you..."
"Your guard detail has been in my pocket for a while now. That's how. And as for the electronics, we have ways of fooling them. It doesn't matter. What matters is I have lost my patience with you."
"Leave. Now, Milton. And we will never speak of this."
"I don't think so, Monte." The Mongoose edged closer and pulled out a Makarov pistol with his gloved hand, "I normally start screwing on a silencer for dramatic effect, but your neighbors need to hear the shot for it to be believable."
"Wh...Why?"
"Because you know too much about us and you serve little purpose to our new allies now. Your breakdown tonight sealed the deal on that. I don't need you spouting off about what the KHS has or hasn't done. Like I said, you were on the right track, but you failed in even this simple task...now I have to finish the job for you, just like I will the war."
"You'll never get away with this."
"I already have."
The Mongoose swiftly raised the pistol and put a round in Tonganu's forehead before he had a chance to turn away or react. Blood and matter sprayed onto the bedspread in a small fountain. Atave's ears were conditioned to the fierce echo of a pistol shot in an enclosed room.
Next, he retrieved the bandolier back out of the closet and wrestled it around Tonganu's corpse. The sword was awkward, but he sidled it around the rotund frame. He pulled the Colt pistol out of the holster and looked at it for a moment, then yanked up Tonganu's body and fired the gun point blank into the previous entry wound. There was a lot less blood the second time. The pistol was placed in General Tonganu's right hand. He grabbed the dead wife's portrait from the other room and threw it on the bed next to Monte. It wasn't perfectly believable, but just the appearance was enough. All the forensics specialists, military or civilian, were in his pocket too.
Milton 'The Mongoose' Atave, Chief of the KHS, left the Tonganu villa and didn't look back. He needed to clean up and was expected back at the War Room.

by **New Korongo** » Sat Sep 08, 2012 9:41 pm

Korongolese Merchant Vessels, Docked At Chastille

“Men, that is what happens to stupid Delasantan people who do not understand their position in society below the Korongolese people. Throw the body over the side and begin unloading the equipment.” Colonel William Caxton said as he removed the magazine of his Browning Hi-Power pistol and replaced the round which had been fired. The ship had broken down holding up the operation for a long period of time and the Colonel had grown extremely tired of the Delasantan’s excuses.

Two men lifted up the lifeless body of Captain Vasily Kutuzov and threw it over the side as other soldiers began driving the armoured vehicles across the sturdy ramps from the ships onto the docks. There was then a loud whirring noise as the large doors which covered one of the cargo holds on the ship were opened by powerful hydraulics. From the dark hold a UH-1H Iroquois helicopter moved upwards and then hovered level with the deck. Colonel Caxton climbed aboard and the helicopter began flying towards the Palace.

by **Paldariia** » Sun Sep 09, 2012 12:32 am

A large black Cadillac turned onto a small dirt road that went into the forest, its lights were on bright to let the drier see where he was going. He had never been here before and was a bit nervous, he didn’t know if any traps or mines would be on this road, if an ambushed waited just around the corner, or if he was just being paranoid. The cargo he was carrying could be the most important assets the rebels had. In the end though they pulled up to the old mining camp without problem.

He stepped outside the car and moved around to the back door then opened it. First a young woman stepped out, her boots sank into the mud as she adjusted her skirt that had become askew during the journey; in her arms she carried a brief case, its contents were of vital importance to the rebel leadership. After her came a large man, his face was scared and his left arm was bent at an odd angle; a gift from battles long ago. He looked out at the buildings and marched purposefully towards the nearest building. He was here to talk to the commander of the Falkasia forces and he would not take no for an answer.

by **Hutanjia** » Sun Sep 09, 2012 8:09 am

PORT FACILITIES, CHASTILLE
NEVORN BAY, HUTANJIA

Civilian cargo trucks pulled up with Hutanjian Army drivers in civilian dress. There were also a couple helpers in each cab to help the MHPG troopers load the gear from the Korongolese vessels. Large flatbed trucks also pulled up for the heavier equipment and vehicles, along with winching trucks and there was a crane conveniently at that dock to help with the process. The troops and equipment would be taken as discreetly as could be possible through the city to the barracks and storage at Fort Soleil further in the city. The MHPG troopers would be temporarily kept there until the Royal Allied Command figured out where they fit into the new campaign, and they were deployed to the front. They had a short distance to travel and one major bridge over the Nev River to cross, but it still might be a bit slow going as they didn't dare block off traffic, or send an escort, calling more attention to the operation. Colonel Caxton would, meanwhile, be debriefed and introduced to the Command staff after his short flight to the Palace.

TRAKANU AIR BASE, NORTHEASTERN NEVORN, HUTANJIA

The second biggest air base in Nevorn (the first being Jotaku) was readied for other allies that would be arriving in the next day. Barracks were cleared and cleaned. Hangar space was made and underground reserve fuel tanks were topped off. Forms were readied. The desk that had belonged to the base commandant, now shuffled off to a smaller office, was vacant and ready, but still sat empty. A new nametag was placed on it that said 'Major Pierre Galien'.

by **Hutanjia** » Sun Sep 09, 2012 8:09 am

HESTTENS, REGIONAL CAPITAL, UFF TERRITORY
CARDWITH ISLES, HUTANJIA

Bradley Nellis walked to school. The school of his choice, learning what he wanted to learn without government rhetoric thrown at him every day. Since he was little he'd heard how great the King was and how much he cared about his subjects, but life outside of school had proved otherwise. The people had been taxed to suffocation, with nothing to show for it but empty pockets and no improved services or infrastructure. Whatever that was. According to Uncle Charles it's what they needed and hadn't had. until the UFF took over. Cardwithian middle class meanwhile had disappeared, financially squeezed to extinction. If you weren't Nevornian born, you were a second class citizen. Even then, you didn't fare much better than a Cardwithian or Nesselbergian if you weren't born into the priviledged class. Soldiers drafted into the service from the Cardwiths couldn't serve on their home islands, they had to serve on Nesselberg, and vice versa. Only Nevornian soldiers in the Royal Hutanjian Army could serve on their home island. All that had changed.
Now, despite war still affecting their lives, the people of the Cardwith isles felt like there was hope. The people directly around him in Hesttens seemed downright giddy with what the future would bring. No Royal regime soldiers scowled down on them to discourage seditious talk. There was still loss as the young men, and some women, gave their lives in the UFF for that freedom. The organization that his uncle, Dr. Charles Nellis had founded, the United Freedom Front, had made huge gains. The fighting was now far from here, on Nesselberg Island. They would soon have their complete freedom just like the Cardwithians, Bradley was sure of it. Some said the war might even be won soon. King Popilu would hang by his toes, or something worse...
Bradley rounded the corner towards Market Square, just a couple blocks to the school. A man bumped him. He turned to look for an apology, then started to feel woozy with the motion. Another man siddled up to him on the other side. They started to rapidly drag him towards a van that coasted up. KHS! Was his last cognizant thought before it floated off into the clouds. Kassis? Kazmo? Mama... He tried sluggishly to lash out at the men who had him in a vice grip, but his arms refused to obey his mind.
A storekeeper who had seen the initial grab ran up to stop the agents. Another agent that had been running cleanup in the rear ran up behind the storekeeper. A knife flicked out. It flashed out three times into the man's back and side, so quickly that if one blinked they would miss the weapon and the damaging blows. The agent dragged the dying storekeeper into the neighboring doorway and followed his two compatriots, climbing into the grey van. The van sped off as quick as possible to the piers. Time was now of the essence. It pulled up to the docks and they jumped out, hustling the 15 year old towards a speedboat. He was drooling and his head lolled about on his neck unnaturally. It was an ironic twist, that what made him compliant also made him less mobile and slowed the team down. Two dockworkers noticed the commotion. Their suspicions had been raised by the unauthorized van pulling up so close to the dock ramps. As they neared, one of the agents spotted them. The boy was bustled onto the speedboat by the other two agents, while the third and the fourth, being the driver, stepped forward. They pulled out silenced Makarov pistols and put a nearly perfect hole in their respective targets' foreheads. They dashed to the boat as the dockworkers collapsed to the pier. The speedboat headed out to its rendezvous with a flying boat. Milton Atave, dreaded Chief of the KHS, would have his treasure well within the time window he'd decreed.

SOME HOURS LATER, THE MONGOOSE DEN
CHASTILLE, NEVORN ISLAND

Waking up in the bowels of the Mongoose Den, Bradley winced as he rubbed at his head, he also had a syrupy chemical taste in his mouth. He struggled and finally put his legs over the cot he was draped on. Every move seemed as if in a fog. He heard a slight scraping noise and then there was a pause for a moment and footsteps, or maybe it was 20 minutes, or an hour...it was so hard to comprehend time and think through the fog. Two large shapes, men, burst into the room. They slapped him hard and he fell onto the bed and smacked his head against the wall. His stomach churned and his face contorted. The men were pros and they knew what that meant. They grabbed him and held him over a pale in the corner and he emptied his stomach contents into it. Drool hung from his open lips. Air! He needed fresher air. One of the guards turned slightly and socked him hard in the gut, then twisted, avoiding another spout of vomit that landed in the pail. Bradley heaved until he had no more and tasted bile. The two men smiled at him as they raised him up. Then the other one, who didn't gut punch him, slapped him hard on the other side of his head. They let him collapse onto the floor. He lay gasping and sobbing, his terror threatened to suck out quickly what air he managed to take in. A third man entered who seemed to be a superior. He shoved a newspaper at the head slapper guard. The guard held it at Bradley's chest. The leader stepped back and took out a small camera. He clicked a couple times and grabbed the paper back huffily. Stupid goons! They couldn't wait to rough him up until after the photos were taken? The paper was a copy of the Hutanjian Free Press dated 3 days in the future, (There was no free press in Hutanjia, the paper had printed the front cover up in advance on demand of the KHS. The front page fluff pieces would not change when they actually ran it three days from now, when Bradley Nellis would not likely be alive. He left the guards to their fun. After all, they'd only just begun.

by **McNernia** » Sun Sep 09, 2012 6:43 pm

Griffindon
Mcnernia
Bethelford District
Prime Ministers Residence

Prime Minister Timothy York had recived word of the Huntjian crisis, the Insurrection like anyone else who was the head of a major government, he recived a report from Blakeford Park detailing a new sort of terrorist threat and the possiblity of flexing the might of the Crown on the world stage, Orqosuyu had been sucessful and the troops had come home, now their was a new crisis, Mcnernia was getting involved, discreetly of course to allow for a non Imperialistic way of doing things. He read over the report, the government of Huntjia had employed brutal methods to supress the rebelion, the people had a poor standard of living. The cause was evident and well York was in the mood to wage somewar, let slip the most potent army in the history of the empire. And kick some butt.

The Executive was a sub Cabinet wich convined to deal with crisis of a foriegn nature and could act without the Kings premission if he was not present, the Prime Minister now had Stewardship powers which allowed for him to be the executive of Mcnernia. The Executive consisted of the Interior Minister, the Foriegn Minister and the Minister of Defense. These people entered the Prime Ministers conference chamber and sat in their seats. "Ok we have a rebellion wich the King would want us to help deal with in anyway possible." "Sir , the New Edomites have entered the game, I do not like them." "Hollsworth the Free Congress is what we have a problem with the Monarchists will listen to reason and we could work with them." "The truth is they do have a point regarding the blasted Nudity issue." "Enough about the Commies, we are here to discuss helping Huntjia deal with the internal problem." Mathers spoke, "Most of the Islands are in rebel hands so the rebels are highly trained and equipped." "Yes and they do have a professional security agency, the Kingdom of Huntjia Security, under the command of one Milton the Mongoose Atave." "What can you tell us about him." "According to Blakeford House he is a veteran spy master who is very ruthless in pursuit of his enemies." "And now Mathers we move to the rebels, the UFF." "Ah, the UFF, led by one Dr Charles Nellis who we could assassinate on a whim, Director Blakeford has his ways." Jeremy Blakeford was the head of the Royal Intelligence Agency and he was a engnimatic and often ruthless man. Not one to cross.

Mathers what are our military options?" "We have TF Iliad at Daiku navy base, one light carrier and a LHD to carry a Royal Marine Commando battalion, from the Army we have the Rangers to act as advisiors and the Kings Havenian Rifles." "Good, good. Stanton has the RIA picked up anyone, or the Royal Constabulary for that matter?" "No KHS agents but we are watching." "Good, Hollsworth." "Mhhh?" "Wake up man I need you to extend the hand of friendship to the Huntjian Government in the name of the Empire and the King." "Yes Prime Minister". "Ill write a communique, if that is allowable," "You bloody well know it is, or has the Prime Minister forgotten diplomacy." York took some time to respond, he did not like Hollsworth, Parliment refused to have him dissmissed. "Meeting ajourned." The Executive left.

Blakeford Manor
Somewhere in the Mcnernian Interior

Jeremy Blakeford looked over the assessments of the man who was to be a friend to him in the coming days, "Mr Mongoose, I would very much like to share a drink with you." He placed the reports on his desk and let his mind wander over the possiblities, he looked out at the control room down below his office, a large set of massive picture windows, One way allowed him to see his entire operation. He dispatched a message to Atave

From: Sir Jeremy Blakeford Head of the RIA
To: Milton Atave
MAXIUMUM PROTOCOL

Greetings

I am Jeremy Blakeford Head of Mcnernia's Royal Intelligence Agency, we are in the same line of work Mr Atave, how may I help?

From: The Prime Minister of Mcnernia
To: King Popoliu I
MAXIMUM STATE PROTOCOL

greetings

I have heard of the crisis that has impacted your nation and in the name of King Emilion the Fourth, King of Mcnernia and Polaria, Emperor of Rajan and Earl of Thomond I extend the hand of friendship to your nation, we will send advisiors and material aid to your forces as well as a Navy Air Arm unit to provide airpower and a reinforced infantry regiment , they will arrive from the Kaisong Islands withing 48-72 hours by sea.

Daiku Naval Base
MRS Sparta

The MRS Sparta was a Ajax class light carrier that was a part of Battlefleet Iliad a taskforce that was made to act as Mcnernias first responders, the ship flew top of the line Mc 82 Illusions from her flight deck albiet a single squadron. The battle group was being considered for duty in riding to the relief of Gologth but that had been suspended for a new crisis, Captian Tyler Ivans looked over the report in his quarters, when he looked across the navy base he could see MRS Fordham loading a Royal Marine unit and more, once again the Crown was moving into unknown things and that could be bad, Ivans was recently promoted captian, now in command of a god damn carrier. Daiku was a nice place to be but then you could be called out. The various dock crews were provisioning the ship with supplies, including aircraft parts and ammunition.

Up on the flight deck Lt Ian Dobbs looked over his bird, the Illusion was a thing of beauty and power and now he was taking her into action against an unknown foe, recently out of the academy and now into the fire. He had confidence in his skills as a pilot and his aircraft but things happened on the battlefied, he looked at his callsign Gold lead, it was writtien in black on the grey hull of his plane. He was ready to fight what everhappened, he looked at the wings he had earned at the Navy flight school. He was a pilot and if god willed it he would die as one if that came to pass. The Mechanics worked over the aircraft and Dobbs went to write a letter.

Northern Daiku
Royal Marine Base
23 Commando

The Base was on the northern end of the city to allow acess to the artillery ranges for the marines who worked with their light F8 80mm guns and the LT-99 light tanks they used in beach assaults, the Kings Havenian Rifles a Rifle regiment had taken up residence in the old Royal Barracks that had been the Marines home, several Havenian NCOs had been assigned to teach Havenian martial arts. The Marines had struck an odd accord with the Havenians, 23 Commando had been in when the Havenian State had requested protectorate status to allow for its survival, the Mcnernians had taken over and the OHNDF had been absorbed into the Mcnernian Armed Forces.

Colonel Timothy Harken walked into the briefing , the battalion stood to arms as the Colonel entered out door ampitheatere. "Alright lads please be seated we have a sitiuation to deal with , Havenians are loading up as we speak, we ship out aboard the Fordham in a few hours, your familes, call them, tell them you are shipping out on a deployment, nothing more." The troops looked at each other, they had not shipped out in some time since comming to Daiku in the Kaisong Islands it would be a nice deployment and then back to Mcnernia.

The soliders made their way down to the docks, the trucks roared through the old Industrial district, bringing light tanks and the big guns in addition to the helicopters, the Polaria Aviation A-25 helicopters, big gunships allowing for a squad of 6 Marines to be carried into action, two Airmoble companies, an armored company and several infantry units for amphibiuous landings, the Special Boat Service was also present, a few dozen men who kept to themselves and did not talk much.

Port of Daiku
Naval Area
The various units were being loaded on to ships, there was also material goods for the royalists being loaded onto naval auxillary vessels, the Mcnernian army was ready to kick ass, the Al-Azkarian War was a few years over and well the Havenian Rifles , born soliders had not been involved, they wore red Berets instead of the usual slouch hats that characterized rifle regiments. They were parachute and air assult qualified making them a potent counterinsurgent formation. Mcnernias armed forces had adopted the fireforce tactic to allow for serious striking power.

The Rangers watched the Havenians load onto the troopship with them, the vessel was a Heavy Utility Transport a high speed, high capacity frieghter bulit for carrying, troops and cargo or a combination of the two, the distance from the Kaisongs to the Kingdom of Huntjria had called for the forces to go by, sea. There were other pieces of equipment, older model aircraft, Westermont W.10 fighter jets for the Royal Huntjian Air Force to use to deal with the problems they faced. The Iliad flagship of the taskforce also seemed to be making ready for sea but that was what those who observed the Naval Area could see.

Huntjia
UFF Territory
Regional Capital
Agent Seamus Wallings saw the capture go down he wondered who exectly the boy was and why he was wanted." he got up and left his place in the cafe. He walked down the street looking around the town that according to the information would be burning at the hands of the Fleet Air Arm. He knew the UFF may come for him but Wallings had dealt with all that. He had made friends with a few KHS people that had been in the area and he was a fellow agent with the same sort of objective. But now the prey was in their hands.

From: Agent AA7 MRIA
To: The head of the KHS Milton Atave

Greetings

I have been about the UFF HQ and other places of value to the rebels. I have been merely observing the UFFs activities and well a group of Russian speakers seem to be aiding them with alot of pricey equipment and not that much in the way of training.

From: Prime Minister Timothy York
To: Who This May Concern
MAXIMUM PROTOCOL
Greetings

After some descision a taskforce has been dispatched to your nation to assist in combating the insurrection and to provide material assistinace and training to your forces. I am acting with authority of the King of Mcnernia. I am his Prime Minister so I can do what I am doing while he is away.

ORBAT:
1x CVLN
3x SSP
8x DDG
1x LHD
x4 HUTS

Aircraft:
Carrier Complement
12x Mc 82 Illusion D
9x NH-90 R
4x NE-7
9x NH-90 AS

Ground Forces attachment:
x24 TAH-25 gunships
x3 UC-10 Laison aircraft
x10 Ch-47
x20 H-26 transports

Ground Units
23 Commando Royal Marines
HQ Company CV-97a1
1st Company (Air moblie) TAH-25
2nd Company (Armored) LT-01
3rd Company (Recce)
4th Company MIC-03
5th Company MIC-03
6th Company MIC-03
7th Company (Air Mobile) TAH-25
8th Company (Support) UTV-03
9th Comp. (Artillery) G9 99mm guns

1st Kings Havenian RIfles
A (HQ) Company CV-91
B Comp. (Air Moble) IC-03/H-26
C Comp. (Recce) H-26
D Comp IC-03/H-26
E Comp IC-03
F Comp IC-03
G Comp IC-03
H Comp (Support) UTV-03

45th Military Intelligence Group
15th Recce Group
67th ELINT Group
34th UAV Squdrn (Global hawk)

12th Ranger Regiment (Advisiory Duties)
2nd batt
HQ Co
1 Co
2 Co
3 Co

Material Aid:
x7 Westermont W.2000 fighters
x10 TAH-15 gunship/transport helicopters
x20 G5 100 MM guns

by **New Korongo** » Mon Sep 10, 2012 12:32 am

It did not take more than quarter of an hour for the UH-1H Iroquois helicopter to reach the Palace which dominated the skyline. Almost immediately after it touched down Colonel William Caxton jumped out and rushed towards the main building, he knew that his forces were late to the conflict and did not want to further jeopardize the chance of a possible alliance in the future. Following several signs, he eventually made his way to the Palace War Room and then introduced himself. “I am Colonel William Caxton, the commanding officer of the Mount Hagen Provincial Guard contingent which has just arrived down at the port.”

by **Hutanjia** » Mon Sep 10, 2012 10:35 am

THE PALACE WAR ROOM, HUTANJIA

"Colonel Caxton, I am Colonel Roderique Hespatu, Generals' Tonganu and Unwerth's adjunct. Pleased to finally meet you, we've been expecting you and are grateful for the assistance of Mount Hagen Province. Major Fotona will help catch you up on the situation as of this morning. I think that the other officers will be in shortly. We had to take a slight break to nap and freshen up because we were working so late into the night, or early morning I should say. Please pull aside one of the Palace kitchen porters in white uniforms if you should desire some breakfast here in the War Room.
Your men and equipment of the MHPG should be getting squared away at Fort Soleil as we speak.
Also, there will be a formal banquet this afternoon hosted by the King to welcome you all. Should you be announced during this banquet, or are you staying incognito due to your Korongolese political concerns?"

An aide rushed up to Colonel Hespatu, "Sorry to interrupt, Sir, but this is urgent, about General Tonganu..." He then whispered in the Colonel's ear.
Colonel Hespatu started to frown and then turned a shade paler.
"Colonel Caxton, if you'll excuse me, I must attend to this."

SOUTHEASTERN NESSELBERG, UFF TERRITORY
HUTANJIA

Shark Team, was ready to turn around and exfiltrate out of Fomtwong. They had spent the last day and a half avoiding rebel patrols and scouting out camps and depots of various sizes, but hadn't come across even a scent of FSIS/Falkasian presence or other involved foreigners. They'd looped around and started to head back to the coast. They sat on a small hill under the trees, taking a meal and water break. The Lieutenant flipped open his PDA to check on any new communications and check in with HQ. Cobra Team hadn't checked in at all and command wanted to see if the other teams had come into contact with them. No luck. Scorpion Team had struck gold with the main mission and were working their way closer to get more pictures. HQ told Shark Team to redirect towards Scorpion Team and hang back for backup.
The LT let the team know. They saddled back up and headed East instead of South to the coast.

Scorpion Team approached closer to view the vehicles the Falkasian copters had dropped. They had their solid photo evidence and had uploaded it to the command server, which was back at the Mongoose Den in Chastille, but they had a duty to get closer and try to get a Falkasian face on camera, not just helicopters. They weren't at the clearing yet, but they leapfrogged closer, keeping their AKS's at the ready for perimeter guards, Falkasian or UFF.

FROM THE ROYAL HOUSE OF OTUMLO
KINGDOM OF HUTANJIA

RECEIVER: King Emilion and Prime Minister Timothy York of Mcnernia
SENDER: King Popilu I

Your Highness and Mr. Prime Minister,
We welcome your friendship, alliance and any support you can offer. It is good to have international support during this difficult time for our nation. Any actual military support sent must be coordinated through General Unwerth and the Royal Allied Command, however. I will pass along your taskforce ORBAT to the General. Thank you again for helping be a beacon for freedom from Marxist oppression.
Sincerely,
King Popilu I

KINGDOM OF HUTANJIA SECURITY

RECEIVER: Sir Jeremy Blakeford, Head of the RIA and Agent AA7 MRIA
SENDER: Milton Atave, Chief of the KHS

Thank you for your offer of assistance. Right now, we are aware of the Falkasian involvement and their levels of assistance to the UFF. Please keep us updated in the future on any information you may possess that would be of assistance and also let us know where you may have operatives in our nation so as to avoid any unfortunate friendly crossfire incidents. We are wary of any undercover agents of apparent European descent within the limits of Hutanjia at the moment, as you must understand, whether they be here on Nevorn or in UFF occupied parts.
Gratefully,
Milton Atave, Chief of the KHS

by **Neu Engollon** » Mon Sep 10, 2012 11:10 am

OFFSHORE OF TRAKANU AIR BASE, NEVORN ISLAND, HUTANJIA

The odd shaped merchant vessel arrived off the shore of Nevorn Island in the Hutanjia archepelago. It was large; about the size of a large cargo barge. There were no obvious armaments, markings, radar towers, or other clues that it might contain something other than cargo containers and surly civilian merchantmen.
As if an alarm had sounded, men ran above decks and swept tarps aside and reconfigured the decks. Platforms extended on hydraulics. Cargo elevators brought up the attack helicopters of the Uli-Schwyz Regiment. These choppers started to launch and run patrols while the Ospreys were brought up next. They were loaded up with Uli troopers and their gear. They would be making several trips.
The head of the Rotor wing component of the Regiment was Major Pieter Van Aardel, a veteran of the South African elite Recce forces, both as a helicopter pilot and a ground commander, before he offered his services to the Uli-Schwyz Regiment. He was very used to operations of this type, if not exactly the odd method of insertion. Major Van Aardel flew his AH-1Z Viper helicopter to Jotaku Air Base to meet General Zompadu, head of the RHAF, while the bulk of the craft flew on to Trakanu Air Base, 55km further east of Chastille. Trakanu would be the staging area for the Uli-Schwyz Regiment for the next few days, as designated by General Tonganu several days ago. Ospreys started to land and unload the men of the Delta, Zeta, Iota and Lambda companies out onto the tarmac, as well as heaps of gear. More would be brought in by boat later, off the barge, but for now, some essentials needed to be squared away. They wore their summer BDU's with digitized camo patterns and subdued green hues. The uniforms clashed greatly with those of the Hutanjian troopers in their tiger striped camos that came out to help the newly arrived allies. The Ospreys were followed by some of the AH-1Z Vipers, A129 Agustas and LA-214 Moliors not on patrol. They landed not far from where some of the Hutanjian Gazelle and Kiowa light attack choppers were parked. Lt. Colonel Pierre Galien had driven out to greet them and was proud to see so many of his comrades arrive ready for battle. In another few days, the C-17s and C-10 Minotaurs would arrive with more supplies, vehicles and gear, as well as squadrons of Gripen and Harrier fighters from the Uli Air Wing.

Lt. Colonel Galien drove out to meet the Uli troops arriving and help coordinate their settling in at Trakanu, before he had to report back to the Palace War Room later that morning. It might be quicker for him to catch an Agusta chopper back, so he dismissed the Hutanjian Army driver and his jeep. A big proud smile spread across his face as he went out to meet the Sergeant Major and junior officers of his Brigade on the tarmac.
The Uli Regiment was ready to fight in the jungle and soon they would be ready to help keep control over the skies as well.

by **Falkasia** » Mon Sep 10, 2012 5:26 pm

Yuri was already waiting outside, wearing nothing this time except for a pair of extra-long boxer shorts. Even at night, he was still sweating profusely. The intermittent light from his cigarette bobbed up and down as he took drags, the smoke drifting only a few feet before it too was suffocated by the dense jungle.

As the two individuals approached forcefully, there was a slightly shuffling behind Yuri. He paid it no mind, opting instead to finish the waning stem of his cigarette before evening acknowledging the presence of the others. The dim end went out, and Yuri promptly dropped the embers to the soft ground below, snuffing them out with the hell of his mudcaked boot. He scratched his head and wiped the sweat away from it in an eternal losing battle, turning slightly and finally allowing the others permission to step forward. He had far better night vision than most, a benefit both from his work and the long nights typical of work in the Falkasian oil fields. It was relatively easy to make out the shapes of a man and a woman, both overly dressed and inappropriately proper. Yuri knew instantly something was up.

They approached, fumbling slightly as they too attempted to get their bearings in a nearly moonless sky. The FSIS operative walked over to them, whispering something so they would not be startled by his presence. He made his way over, igniting a flashlight to act as a beacon for them to find him in the dark murk of the forest night.

They approached, but it took Yuri less than that to start business.

"What do you need?" He asked, phrasing it moreso as a command than an actual interrogative.

At an hour such as this, he had little time for unannounced guests.

======

The small clearing was littered with vehicles, so many that they also sat awkwardly on top of one another in the confined space. Any extraction attempt would require significant manpower, but with enough chainsaws and gasoline, would not be entirely impossible to orchestrate effectively. This had been the goal of the Falkasian initiative, make the rebels pull their own weight so any successor regime would feel it had done most of the work... and not the real powers that be.

The nature of the drop though provided a sizeable degree of doubt as to whether the equipment would actually reach rebel hands or not. Seeing as the equipment was dropped completely unmanned, there was no way of ensuring it would actually be retrieved. Especially with the lack of such navigational beacons and landmarks as was necessary to find one's target, there was also the severely porous 'frontline," which at any one time could be miles inland or centered around a tree stump. Thusly, special privilages had been taken.

Falkasian deceptive genius did not end with simple misinformation or distraction. When a goal was set before the FSIS, it was carried out to an extent most other intelligence agencies would futilily pursue. Doing something well was good enough. The FSIS had an entire wing devoted to doing things so perfectly, they were a near indiscernable facsimile of the real thing. While the rebels had been queued in on such tactics, the government forces had not.

Each vehicle had been specially prepared prior to deployment onboard one of the many cargo freightor "motherships." While the base 'Falkasian Jungle' camoflague pattern remained, randomly assorted national insignias had been inserted onto the equipment. Special care was taken in this case though to ensure the heavy application of Korongolese and New Edomite roundels and markings, as the goal was to simulate these nations playing both sides of the conflict. Although all equipment were Universal Defense creations, synonymous more or less with Falkasia itself, the sheer amount of goods proliferated by such a company across the world would make it nearly impossible to confirm actual involvement by actual Falkasians. Even if these respective nations had not actually ever purchased from UD, the enormous yearly turnover would make finding out such a detail a near impossibility for anything less than an agency comparable to the FSIS itself.

It was a misinformation tactic that had worked well in the past, but was also incredibly labor-intensive. There comes a point in every operation where maintaining secrey is no longer as cost-effective as reformatting decomissioned or surplus military vehicles. For now though, it was in the FSIS' best interests to maintain the status quo, and raise doubts in the Monarchy's mind over the loyalty of their respective allies.

======

FNS Schechtmann

With the fog burnt off, the Schechtmann made good time as it sliced through the waterway between Nesselberg and the Cardwiths. Captain Mihkael Ivanov surveyed the surrounding water careful from the front observation deck of his bridge. It had been here, a year ago, where his predecessor had been vaporized by an errant fragmentation shell. The pockmarks were still evident in the siding and foyer. The Captain tried to pay it no mind, but couldn't help entertaining such a though in the confines of his brain.

The ocean to the immediate front was all clear for several miles, and aside from the occassional fishing trawler or schooner, so too was the water to port and starboard side. The coast itself, while still faint and barely distinguishable from the mist rising off of the ocean, confirmed that the ship was indeed where it needed to be.

The Captain returned his observation glasses to their case at his side, turning on his heel and limping forward slightly as he returned inside from the cupola. In usual Falkasian maritime manner, no special attention was given to him as he returned.

"Helmsman," he stated, slurring slightly as he grabbed the man's shoulder for stability. "How far out are we?"

"Around 30 nautical miles, Sir."

"Excellent, as you were."

Ivanov released his grip, staggering slightly away as the ship pitched to the side. The scream of engines filled the breezeway connecting the bridge with the cupola as a AV-8B rocketed off the ski-jump deck. He turned and looked, cocking a smile as it banked sharply and careened into the water several hundred yards off the port side.

"Welcome to Hutanjia everyone!"

A voice declared loudly over the shipboard PA. It was common celebratory practice to fling outdated equipment overboard, but the engineers had outdone themselves this time, thought the Captain. He couldn't wait to see how they managed to rig a drone computing system into such an old platform.

Ivanov left the bridge, slowly making his way down an interior hallway into the Operations Center, a massive construct five decks high. While it was capable of operating in a traditional sense as a floating landing strip, much of the ship's interior had been gutted and replaced by heavy-duty electronics systems. The Schechtmann was the only ship of its kind in the entire Falkasian fleet, granting unparalleled tactical advantages where ever it was deployed.

It existed as a conduit of information, networking perhaps billions of transmissions and processing terabytes of data in short time frames. Too say the least, the ship was a marvel of technology and of engineering. With an entire level devoted to VICE suites, and the unbridled processing power to unleash the system's full potential, the Schechtmann was an electronic terror capable of remarkable feats intelligence and equally malicious feats of cyberwarfare and wireless electronic tampering.

Ivanoc chuckled to himself as he braced his hands on a railing. Looking for he saw all five decks with hundreds of sailors and crew scurrying around preparing the systems for operation. It was a remarkable sight, one Ivanoc never could get enough of. The faint blue and yellow glows that illuminated the decks added to the mystery of it all. It was a such a shame that the true capabilities of this ship would never be known by outside world.

With the exception of only a few of Falkasia's staunchest allies, no one knew the Schechtmann was any differen fromt the oher four Volsk-Class carriers. On the outside, it was just as indiscernable from its sisters. Close observation though would yield images of advanced prototype defenses that adorned the hull surfaces, directed EMP generators that were designed to negligate incoming missiles and effective burnout their electronic components seconds before impact. They were, regardless of their incredible effectiveness, entirely unimpressive in their oblong monotone plate-like forms.

Ivanov jumped slightly as a loud sound blasted out from the PA system. It took his ears a moment to recognize the sound, but as soon as he did, another smile returned to his face. It seems DJ Apocalypse was broadcasting once again.

"Welcome, sailors and airmen... once again... to BRIGHT... SUNNY... HUTANJIA!"

Welcome to the Jungle by Guns'N'Roses began blaring on the intercom, much to the amusement of both Captain and Crew.

by **New Edom** » Tue Sep 11, 2012 1:15 pm

General Unwerth had received very troubling news. Apparently the division that he had been expecting had suddenly been forced to defend the Teman border against a Cookish invasion. In communication with General Adams, the Chief of the General Military Staff, he had been advised that Prince James still wanted Hutanjia helped. The nation's word of honour was at stake; he'd just have to make do with a little less for the time being. However some units were to be flown out to him.

One of the units was to be the 16th Light Troops, and he was very pleased to hear this. It was a light infantry regiment made up of elite assault troops trained for amphibious or helicopter borne assault. They would also receive a regiment of Teman Rangers. They were not so much an elite assault force as they were excellent at long range recon, scouting operations, small scale demolitions, forward observation and other such sneaky stealthy tasks. Finally, a combat engineer battalion wold be arriving. In addition to these he would be receiving a bit more infrastructure. The light carrier and escorts he had requested were denied at this time; however he would be getting another amphibious ship with two escorts. The amphibious ship would carry the combat engineers and an aviation squadron; more VTOLs including two designated for electronic warfare. In the meantime his instructions were to make all due preparations for the amphibious and air assault on the Cardwith Islands.

He requested any staff officer he found: "Please find Colonel Hespatu and have him report to me, ideally with any results of the recon missions I ordered. Are they being prepared, or have they embarked yet? Also please tell hm I will want a fitness report on troops, vessels and planes which would be available for the mission we had discussed earlier. He'll know what I mean."

by **Hutanjia** » Tue Sep 11, 2012 5:17 pm

King Popilu walked in heavy hearted to the War Room, sipping at a coffee and followed by his usual court of advisers and concerned minders. Except for Vobatu, he usually ignored them. This morning was no exception. He was alarmed and reassured at the same time to see how many bleary eyes there were. Several officers had been unable, or chosen not to leave the War Room all night. It seemed that General Unwerth was one of that lot.
Since, he'd lifted the ban on eating in the War Room, many had taken advantage of it to have their meals brought in. The dedication was refreshing, but he hoped they would have some longevity and weren't in for a big crash soon. Now to break the bad news. He moved down the back aisle and down to the next level by a short set of stairs, where General Unwerth and some of his command sat in the chairs, or stood by monitors.
"General Unwerth, I have some disturbing news, that I believe hasn't fully sunken in to my own mind, yet. Our dear friend, General Tonganu has chosen to leave us. Permanently. He seems to have taken his own life last night. There was no note."

by **McNernia** » Wed Sep 12, 2012 6:40 pm

Mcnernia
Blakeford Manor
Inland Mcnernia

Blakeford looked over the letter from Atave ,he smiled grimly, the Mongoose was on his caliber of spymaster, he considered the options, trust would be good to have with this man, Mcnernia was liberal , more so than the land of Hutanjia that was in the grips of an insurrection. It would be good for Mcnernia to bulid a an ally, Outer Havenia was now an Imperial Mandate of sorts. The 1st Kings Havenians were on the taskforce for the operation, also a military intelligence group was going to go in ,to provide intelligence, there was a Recce group a paramilitary Special Forces unit , Military Intelligence was a thing wich he had to get control of ,the Royal Intelligence Agency was responsible for Intelligence outside the Kingdom and the Empire at large, Recce should be with the SAS, now was not the time. The question now became what to do about the KHS and the request of Milton Atave, he would reveal the location of his agents.

But then of course Blakeford knew that in the game of espionage one could not fully trust another spy master, the Prime Ministers orders had put god damn crimp in his procedures. A secertary came in with a new report from Ulan Prentor on the isle of Nevorn, the good general had been done in personally by the mongosse it seemed, he would very much like to invite the mongoose for drinks and a discussion of how to deal with the UFF, Blakeford Hated Commies with a passion, it gave him strength, the RIA had a file on Nellis and well he was not Mcnernian or Colonial but he had been to Mcnernia. He had stirred up some trouble in Wessex and now he had had Wallings on his tail. He smiled, Prentor was a Rhodanian, he had a deep permenant tan so he could pass as someone who was from the south Pacific. He was in deep.

Mcnernian Task Force
Captians Office
En route to Huntjia

Captian Ivans looked over the orders from the Admiralty, a unknown ship had arrived in the area, light carrier ,not much was known about the origin, the SAC had begun making SR-71 overflights of Huntjia, drones mostly to get an assesment of aid to the UFF, the RIA was good but no intel inside the country. The Admiralty had ordered him to detach a submarine to find out who had sent such a ship. The Sparta was ment as a base for aircraft, the proximity to a hot zone in the form of the seige, she was an ELINT ship. That was the Admiralties assesment of the sitiuation and well Ivans had to agree with them, the Huntjians did not have anything that could take it out at present, the Mcnernian Royal Navy could at present, the ship was tagged by a sattlite, to allow its death to be easier. Ivans was wondering where the Huntjians would allow his ships to pull in.

Dobbs lay on his bunk in his state room staring at the ceciling, he was a batchelor and well he had been seeing an Asian girl who had a good family and a thing for fighter pilots, what got to him was her father, a crotchity old fart who did not like anyone who was not a native of the Kaisongs, he wanted her to marry a settler or another native, he did not want her in the arms of a flyboy. Dobbs looked at her picture, "Mai Wu, I do love ya baby and ill be back soon enough and Ill raise a good house for us." "Oi, give the biatch up Ian she has a old fuck for a dad, who wont let any armed forces boyos near her." "Shut up jonesy." "We gonna pull alert duty ya know that Dobbsy my boy." "Shaddup Ensign, do NOT fucking mouth me off or I will fucking write you up." This was one side to Justin Jones called Jonesy, good pilot to fly with but a real dick when it came to women. Dobbs hauled himself out of his bunk and went up onto the flight deck. The air was a relief from being bellow on a day like today. His helmet was in his jet and she was armed so he sat and waited.

The commanding officers of the force convined aboard the Sparta to discuss the sitiuation, a few officers of colonel or equivelant, the senior officer present was Colonel Harken of 23 Marines, "Gentlemen as the senior officer here i will take charge of the landing and well, I will be on the Allied Royal Command Staff under a certian general Unwerth of the New Edomite Military. The officers looked at one another, the nation of New Edom to them was a state that on oneside of the coin was barbarism and on the otherside a nation looking into the past it seemed. "We will work with the New Edomites providing training and assisting in the defeat of the UFF insurgents." "Colonel Mikarksy , your lads are ready?" "Yes Colonel Harkin, they are ready to do what must be done." "Major Daniels are your Rangers ready?" "Yes sir, two companies for fighting and one as a training unit." "Very good, we are without 45 MIG so we will rely on the Recce Companies and I do belive the SBS had a detachment sent." "Yes Captian, F Squadron was shipped out aboard the Fordham and we could have SAS 3-2 sent along soon." "Thank you Colonel for that, we have things to do regarding our commands before we land." The men stood up and to attention and filed out."

Huntjia
Chastille
Agent Ulran Prentor

Agent Prentor ,AA5 to the RIA had expected the general to be dissapeared he heard a shot and he smiled grimly, "That is the alternative to simply locking the fatso away, His death." The RIA assesment of the General had been a bad one, the man was fat, Robert Allensford one of the most senior officers kept up the standard for phyiscal fitness and well it was easy to see why the regiments of the Huntjian Army save the Rangers who according to the various reports had been fighting and dying on reconissance missions were in effective, the fleet was on its way in he heard over the comms he had.

He made his way through the streets of Chastille, the causes of the insurrection were plain to see according to the intelligence he had ,the high taxes and the Kings rich palace, but that was not for Prentor to deal with, the Uli mercenaries were due to arrive and well he wanted to see them come in. He casually stood to one side in the crowd and watched the men unload, Prentor did have a problem to a degree with mercs, what with them fighting strictly for money.

Balkeford Manor
Mcnernia
Office of Director Blakeford

Blakeford was a veteran, he wanted to help the Mongoose, he had a hunch that could seriously deal a deathblow to the mans reputation, he smiled. The spy game was blackmail on a major level so well he could now reveal his agents to the Mongoose and then threaten possibly retribution by smashing the Mongooses career over the head but well, until the mongoose gave him reason he would keep the knowledge to himself. He had confidence in the agents he had placed in the two key places , the capital and the Rebel stronghold, the New Edomites could complicate things, or they could not. He sent a message to the Mongoose. It was a hunch that Atave would do in the Chief of Staff, Blakeford would have done the same.

KHS DIRECTORS EYES ONLY

From: Sir Jeremy Blakeford Director RIA
TO: Milton Atave Director KHS

Greetings

My dear Milton, do you mind if we are on a first name basis? I think it would serve to build trust between allies in a war against true Tyranny. Mcnernia knows what communists are capable of wreaking chaos and tyranny. I want to help you Atave but we need a bit of trust. The data I am sending you is key.

Agents of MRIA in Huntjia

AA7 Regional Capital UFF Territory
Mission: Termination of Dr Charles Nellis.

AA5 Chastille, Royal Capital
Mission: Assessment of Royal Armed Forces and Popular opinion of King of Huntjia

All I have are two agents on the ground in a reconnaissance role, well one has termination orders, AA7 had observed a professional looking kiddnpping . At this point the UFF have the SVR possibly arranging for supplies, the UFFhas made an airstrip according to the most recent satellite overpass, the trees seem burned. Also I heard of the Huntjian Chief of Staffs death, my agent in the capital got the news. Would you care to meet me in Griffindon.

MRS Fordham
23 Marine Expeditionary Force

The fleet was nearing Huntjia from the south towards Chastille city and the Island of Nevorn, on the flight deck of the large LHD technicians were servicing the helicopters, Royal Marine Harriers were expected but Navy Illusions would suffice to preform the ground attack role, the men were ready for action and trained on the range built into the marine section of the ship, the mess halls were shared by Navy men and Marines alike. The men were in high spirits, Marines were soliders and they were going to fight, the Helicopter pilots looked over their birds, the big AT-25s and CH-47s were readied on the flight deck, Marine Infantry carriers were being checked over, also tanks and guns were being checked and loaded into the ACTV landing craft.

Colonel Harkin sat in his room checking over the reports from the RIA and the Admiralty, he wondered about the Havenians, a parachute qualified regiment embarked on a troopship was a strange thing, the A-400s the Havenians shipped out on could be refeuled, the MoD must be a wee bit nutty, he did like the current MoD Mathers, the old salt was a solider through and through. He looked over the medical reports, all the men were in shape for combat. The supply reports detailed the readiness of his forces ,he had supplies for about a month of operations. He hoped he could be of help to the Huntjians.

Private Nathan James was woken up to the sound of his Sargent a big man by the name of Ryan yelling for all to gather for shooting practice before the midday meal. "Giddamn why the fuck" did I join the Marines he thought as he hauled himself out of his bunk and checked his AR9 rifle. All in order, then it was off to the magazine to fetch his daily clips, two clips taped together and then it was into the range area which was a cargo bay modified for training, it was a odd job. A place which could be a death house and also a shooting range for the regiment to keep up its training. It was one squad , James's. "Alright lads, there are UFF in the village, the civilians are heading away, they dont like us, unknown how many but we will kick the fuckers out." James nodded, he was a Marine, he had served as new man just out of bootcamp in Hawaii and had seen what Islamists did. Now it was communism.

The Marines moved out into the cargo bay, a few huts simulated a villiage, the men wore Jungle camouflage and full combat gear, Ryan as was his custom was the point man. James was mid way through the patrol line, a lose line of men , James kept his eyes on the roof of the huts, "On the roof, target." BANG from Jamesons rifle and the tartget was down. "On me lads, sweep the town." The Marines were trained soliders and had preformed the drill several times over. They spread out in a skirmish line and engaged the targets visible in the windows. Shots echoed through the cargo bay, it was live fire drill.

Troopship 23
1st Kings Havenian Rifles

Colonel Kenji Mikarsky of the 1st Kings Havenian Rifles looked over the dossiers that had been provided to him, Unwerth was a veteran Royalist officer of the New Edomite Military ,good soliders were people that Mikarsky could respect and the Mcnernian Armed Forces had plenty of good soiliders in their ranks, Mikarsky had had trouble when his men shipped for Daiku and met the Royal Marines, both were deadly soliders. And proud, race had been a problem and then the KHR had to go and fight with the off duty Bhuddist Kaisong Islands Defence Force, KIDF soliders, the Kaisong Police had had serious troubles when brawls would break out in the bars and then well the commandant of the Mcnernian Forces Kaisong Islands had issued orders that the Havenians would be kept to barracks and not allowed out.

That had pleased the KIDF commanders, native and settler alike but Mikarsky had not been satisified, the Havenians had been popular at home in Mcnernia as good and honorable and potent warriors. Many fathers had been pleased when their daughters had spent time with the Havenian soliders in service to the King of Mcnernia. The men were good at what they did Mikarsky was an older officer, served as CO of the 54th National Liberation Army Infantry and now leading another proud unit that would earn battle honors.

Corpral Hata Vasiliev was woken up by an argument that was brewing between two of his men, he was in charge of one section in the reconissance company and these two had become a serious fucking problem so he resolved to end it. The two , Hira and Suki both of those bastards thought with their balls and not their brains especially when it came to women. They were arguing over some Bhuddist bitch from Daiku that they had spent a night with. "Fucking knock it off both of you or I will find the bitch and shoot her there by ending you troubles." Both men stopped and looked at their superior. "Good ,both of you get ready, we will be landing shortly." He would have both of them disciplined by the Regimental Sargent Major.

The Mcnernians Arrive
Chastille

The task force appeared off the coast of Huntjia a large group of ships, they prepared for an extendend stay overseas. Illusions were readied for action being equipped with air to ground bombs and some air to air missles. The Fordham was full of activity as the Marines prepared to disembark and head ashore. The Havenians troopship pulled into the harbor and dropped anchor waiting for something. The Navy ships had rails manned as they came into the harbor , sailors well dressed in uniforms well turned out. The ships had to wait for pilots.

From the Sparta an NH-90 helicopter landed on the Fordham and then on the troop ship, it then flew towards the palace. It had Mcnernian Royal Navy markings. On board were the four senior officers of the Mcnernian task force. Captian Ivans Colonel Mikarsky ,Colonel Harkin, and Major Tyler Daniels of the 2nd Battalion 12th Mcnernian Crown Rangers. The aircraft request premission to land at the palace and a message arrived. The officers exited, Harkin spoke for all of them. "Where might we find General Unwerth and arrange lodgings for our people.

To: General Unwerth Allied Royal Command
From: Colonel Timothy Harken Commander 23 Marine Expeditionary Unit

Greetings

I am the senior officer of the Mcnernian delegation, Colonel Kenji Mikarsky although a veteran is being judged on his time in the Mcnernian Armed Forces and well the duty of CO falls to me, I have 3 Airmoblie companies and Two Recce companies and two companies of rangers, in addition F squadron of the Special Boat Service. We shipped with out the 45th Military Intelligence Group so we will have to make do with what we have.

by **Hutanjia** » Thu Sep 13, 2012 5:16 pm

PALACE WAR ROOM, CHASTILLE, HUTANJIA

General Unwerth only nodded. The long hours without much rest might already be getting to him, but he wasn't showing it. He was a man of fortitude for sure.
"Well anyway, unfortunate, though the circumstances may be, I will be authorizing a brevet promotion to Major General for Colonel Hespatu, and he will be the new Commander in Chief of the Royal Hutanjian Military. There may be a couple others that have rank over him, but he is our most capable officer by far, in my humble opinion. We also have another promotion, Major Galien, of the Uli-Schwyz Regiment is being promoted to Lt. Colonel, per my conversation with General Tell over the phone. Apparently, the Colonel they were going to send with the Brigade couldn't make it for some reason. Galien may choose another liasion officer to replace himself.
I will be doing the semi-official promotion ceremony at the lunch banquet. I would request that you be by my side. Maybe you could pin the rank on to Lt. Colonel Galien while I do the same for General Hespatu.
If you'll excuse me, I will have to make a press anouncement about Tonganu."

Colonel Hespatu hurried in to the War Room as the King was heading up the stairs to exit. Hespatu bowed and mumbled some formalities, but King Popilu waved that away.
"I'm counting on you, Roderique Hespatu. You carry the nation now."
Hespatu bowed again and a bigger frown than before came to his face.
"General Unwerth, I understand you've been looking for me. I don't know if you've heard..."
Several of the staff officers nodded grimly. Hespatu looked around and then nodded as well.
"Ok, then yes, you heard. I guess I will at least temporarily be taking over. Officially, what I've been doing unofficially for the last few hours. Oh, Monte...Ahem, So, General Unwerth
"The submarine you requested has disembarked with the appropriate surveillance gear and Military Intelligence people to run the gear. We also have some of the mini subs on patrol. Two flights of Migs have been trading off runs across the Cardwiths from our base in Vesselle. The front is pretty quiet for the most part. We are preparing landing craft, and converting merchant vessels, but it will take some time to prepare an amphibious strike, logistically speaking.
Still no casualty reports from the Vesselle front, but spotter/trainer planes have brought back photos. The devastation is massive. It's like a sea of cratered mud down there. We haven't attempted to move ground forces forward...yet.
I'd like your go ahead on that. Resistance has to be light. I can't imagine they didn't take less than 35-40% casualties on that bombing run. We might've taken out a whole UFF Regiment's worth even.
The biggest news, I've saved for last. There is a massive carrier in the Wishton Sea, heading near Nesselberg. Falkasian, which of their carriers, we don't know, but...the BOLDNESS! It's like they're waving their butts in our face. I took the initiative to get the bombers refueled and resupplied, just in case it slows down enough. Also, some of the mini subs that are already heaing to the Cardwiths could hit it. If need be, I might be able to get some KHS fanatics from Atave to do a suicide run on it in one or more of the mini subs." Roderique stopped and leaned against a swivel chair, a respite was so tempting from this constant barrage of the last few hours.
"Ahem, Also, boy there's a lot that's happened. Let's see...Also, the Uli-Schwyz Regiment arrived and started to land at Trakanu. The Mount Hagen Provincial Guard and the Mcnernians have also arrived." He pointed to the other end of the War Room, as he thought, We are now swimming in allied forces in Chastille. It's about to become a very busy city.
"Colonel Caxton is the MHPG commander and he is just over there, finishing up his briefing with Major Fotona to get caught up to speed. They will be at Fort Soleil for the time being. We still don't have too many fixed wing aircraft besides the Migs, including the new allied arrivals, but we have plenty of attack helicopters. Perhaps we could send some of them at the Falkasian carrier? I must think this is an open provokation to war. What else could it be?"

SOUTHEASTERN INTERIOR OF NESSELBERG, HUTANJIA

Scorpion Team moved in. With luck they were able to avoid two UFF rebel guards. They inched close enough to start clicking away with the cameras, through some gaps before the clearing. They tried not to contemplate too much what they were documenting until they were done. There were so many vehicles, there was no need to move for more angles. The markings were what was so confusing. Hutanjian, New Edomite, Korongolese...why? Rebel workers stripped to the waist, sorted through the vehicles and tried to move them, there wasn't much maneuvering room in the clearing for the amount of vehicles, so real progress was fleeting. No FSIS or foreign support were in sight, but the helicopter pictures would be enough. Still, this was beyond disturbing and incomprehensible to the team. Who was backing who? They slowly exfiltrated away, watching for the UFF guards, although most UFF attention was directed in towards the clearing and organizing the new stock of vehicles.

by **New Edom** » Thu Sep 13, 2012 6:07 pm

PALACE WAR ROOM, CHASTILLE, HUTANJIA
General Unwerth said gravely, "God rest the General's soul. I trust he will be buried with full honours and that this mention of suicide will be kept from the media? Why burden his family? I suggest that it be said that he had a massive heart attack. The man was in poor health, and the burden was too much for him. Surely he deserves that."

He listened grimly to the rest of the reports. Prince Enoch spoke up. "What about what I had said about foreign affairs? We'll have to bring some force to bear on Falkasia in that arena. I had spoken to my father concerning that, we'll try to bring some international and diplomatic pressure on them."

"Get it done," said Unwerth, with a curt bow at the last moment. Enoch hesitated, then nodded back. "Helicopters attack the carrier? Suicide mission for them. What we can do for you is this, for the time being: since we need to hold off on the Cardwith campaign regardless we will help contribute to your air defense with both our Skyguard and our Kaztlan amphibious ship, which have a very large range of operations for anti-aircraft detection. The bombers are a good idea but I'd like to hear from our new allies how much they can provide in air superiority fighters to protect them first. We will also prepare to target it with our anti-surface missiles from our frigates, and will hope that the rest of our allies, and your fleet, will do the same.

"Good work on the start of the recon missions; I look forward to hearing what they have to say. Let's try to have a preliminary report by tomorrow. Advise them clearly that this is recon, not a raid: if they are detected or serious suspect detection, pull out.

"Now: as for the Vesselle situation: what is the present objective of that operation? Search and destroy still? If it is, then advise field commanders to avoid exposure on their flanks, and to make part of their search and destroy mission to seek out bunker and underground transport systems.

"If any others here have forces to offer to the Vesselle campaign I would like to hear it now, before I give the green light on this."

by **New Korongo** » Thu Sep 13, 2012 10:00 pm

“Major Fotona, although more information on the developing situation would be useful I feel that the immediate deployment of the Mount Hagen Provincial Guard forces in theater would be more useful to your government. I admit that we are late to this conflict and spending time establishing the bigger picture would only put both of our forces in a worse position. If you can just tell me were my troops will be of the most assistance then I will deploy them there as soon as humanly possible.” Colonel William Caxton replied.

At Fort Soleil the Mount Hagen forces were setting up for combat operations. The helicopters were refuelled and extra ammunition was issued to the infantry. Major Daniel Cabot had found the local commanding officer and wanted to discuss the distribution the equipment which had been brought in for the government forces. “We have some sixty M60A1 tanks, twenty FV102 tank destroyers and fifty M101A1 howitzers which have been brought in to equip your forces. They are not exactly the most advanced weapons these days but the M60A1s can still tear apart enemy infantry fighting vehicles and I would not like to be standing near by when a round from an M101A1 goes off.”

by **Hutanjia** » Fri Sep 14, 2012 5:33 am

New Korongo wrote:“Major Fotona, although more information on the developing situation would be useful I feel that the immediate deployment of the Mount Hagen Provincial Guard forces in theater would be more useful to your government. I admit that we are late to this conflict and spending time establishing the bigger picture would only put both of our forces in a worse position. If you can just tell me were my troops will be of the most assistance then I will deploy them there as soon as humanly possible.” Colonel William Caxton replied.

At Fort Soleil the Mount Hagen forces were setting up for combat operations. The helicopters were refuelled and extra ammunition was issued to the infantry. Major Daniel Cabot had found the local commanding officer and wanted to discuss the distribution the equipment which had been brought in for the government forces. “We have some sixty M60A1 tanks, twenty FV102 tank destroyers and fifty M101A1 howitzers which have been brought in to equip your forces. They are not exactly the most advanced weapons these days but the M60A1s can still tear apart enemy infantry fighting vehicles and I would not like to be standing near by when a round from an M101A1 goes off.”

"Colonel Caxton, the decision to commit your forces to an area is not up to me, nor even my superior, Colonel Hespatu. It is up to General Unwerth, and we haven't even started the campaign yet to recapture the Cardwiths, which is where the next focus will be." Major Fotona said.
Colonel Hespatu, soon to be General, walked up to the discussion to check on the debriefing process with Fotona and Caxton.

"Colonel Caxton, I appreciate your eagerness and anxiousness to get started. You must understand, that your MHPG forces, the Uli mercs and now, the Mcnernians have all arrived in a short span of hours. We are trying to coordinate the best we can. Many events have also transpired besides the arrival of all of our allies: The Falkasian Carrier challenge, General Tonganu's unfortunate sudden passing and Operation Voodoo.
I will discuss this with General Unwerth, but scouting probes from the Vesselle garrison have been very promising after the mass bombing raid of Operation Voodoo. We are going to press the advantage and recover the lost ground from a couple months ago. We should be able to advance at least 30km south of our previous lines. Your tanks won't be able to make much progress, although some tree line was shredded by the bombing, but your howitzers would be most appreciated to keep UFF forces on their toes and at bay while we move troops into new positions. Also, if the artillery deploys towards the new to-be-captured northwestern coastline of Nesselberg, we will be able to be in better shelling range of more targets in the Cardwiths across the channel, and say, the Falkasian Carrier, if it lingers. Let's get your forces to Vesselle!" Hespatu ended with an arm stretched towards the general direction of Vesselle.

by **Hutanjia** » Fri Sep 14, 2012 7:28 am

FROM THE ROYAL HOUSE OF OTUMLO
KINGDOM OF HUTANJIA

OFFICIAL TRANSCRIPT OF THE KING'S ADDRESS TO THE NATION

My People,
It is with great sadness that I face you today. I must report the sudden passing of our esteemed statesman, General Monte Tonganu, Commander in Chief of the Royal Hutanjian Armed Forces. I think I speak for all of us in saying that he will be sorely missed in this time of great need in our country. General Tonganu was a thirty year veteran in the Royal Hutanjian Army. Monte Tonganu had started out his career as a lieutenant seeing service in some other minor insurrections and regional island disputes with some of our unruly neighbors. He rose through the ranks and garnered many decorations for bravery, duty and superior strategy before overseeing the recent disasters that befell us. His duties will be taken over by General Roderique Hespatu, as new Commander in Chief of the Forces and our ally, New Edomite General Unwerth, head of the Royal Allied Command. We welcome our allies who have rushed to our side to help stem the tide of ideological and religious fanaticism sweeping the lower elements of Hutanjian society. Recent gains have been in this civil war against the rebels, showing that righteous justice is on our side. Also, my image is now being replaced by photographs we've obtained of Falkasian helicopters supporting rebel troops. This is something we've long suspected, but now have firm proof of their treachery, thanks to the dedicated agents of the KHS. This provocation of war by Falkasia will be addressed shortly.

With Firm Determination,
King Popilu I

THE PALACE WAR ROOM, HUTANJIA

General Hespatu answered General Unwerth to advise him of the new promising developments near Vesselle and the advance of forces and committing of allied forces, and to request additional bolstering reserves of the allies and Hutanjian forces still on Nevorn.
"Also, the current Ranger raids away from the Vesselle front have not been as fruitful, and we've lost contact with several squads, but we hope to keep the remaining squads in place and penetrating, to distract and pull away any UFF reserves that may pour into the gaps on the Vesselle front. Regular Army units are following the scouts in to the gaps south of Vesselle. Artillery is being put into action to cover this. Many of the UFF forward bunkers and connecting trenches and networks collapsed in the bombing, they must be falling back to their previous network fronts of a couple months ago.
Remaining Migs from the RHAF are mobilizing for escorting bombers and intercept duties around the Falkasian carrier. We have our casus belli, the pics of Falkasian helicopters, to declare war officially on Falkasia. Which would justify actions against their Aircraft Carrier. Air assets from the new allies, I'm not sure about...we may have some from the Mcnernians, but the Uli fixed air wing that we requested additionally won't be here for at least another day."

Lt. Colonel Galien reentered the War Room, returning from Trakanu Air Base, to get new orders from Generals Unwerth and Hespatu.

SOUTHEASTERN NESSELBERG, UFF TERRITORY
HUTANJIA

Scorpion and Shark teams of the KHS Special Forces rendezvoused and headed back to the coast for extraction from Fomtwong. They took their time, hoping to have one last contact and possible capture of an FSIS adviser to bring back to the Mongoose.

NEAR CHASTILLE

Major Fotona, Hespatu's aide, set out to meet the Mcnernian commander and direct their forces towards Fort Soleil, which was about to be vacated by the MHPG forces leaving for Vesselle garrison/beach head.

by **Neu Engollon** » Fri Sep 14, 2012 8:55 am

Lt. Col. Galien entered the War Room and stopped short of reporting to the Generals to watch the King's broadcast on one of the monitors. He rushed back out of the room to catch up with Minister Vobatu and King Popilu to stop a huge possible mistake from happening. War must NOT be officially declared on Falkasia! A war escalated to that level would be disastrous for the Royal allies!

by **Hutanjia** » Fri Sep 14, 2012 4:53 pm

FROM THE ROYAL HOUSE OF OTUMLO
KINGDOM OF HUTANJIA

RECEIVER: The Government and Military Rulers of Falkasia
SENDER: King Popilu, Ruler of Hutanjia

To The appointed rulers of Falkasia,
The activity of your agents in our country supporting elements that wish to destabilize and destoy our nation is not tolerable. Despite obvious evidence of your nation's military and intelligence apparatus in our affairs, I have been advised that a declaration of war would not be prudent. A declaration of war would possibly force your allies and our allies, including New Edom, to follow suit and bring needless harm to countless other innocent civilians on a global scale. I will not be responsible for that. However, I wish to inform you that your nation's forces are NOT welcome here and any Falkasian military or intelligence elements within the environs or waters of Hutanjia will be considered hostile and dealt with accordingly. Someday, maybe our two nations could come to an accord to stop the bloodshed. Until then, stay out!
With Utmost Malice,
King Popilu I

NORTHEASTERN NESSELBERG, HUTANJIA

Fifth Squad of the 3rd Plt, F Co. of 2nd Royal Army Rangers had penetrated as deep as they could without engaging in firefights with rebel forces, but with the chaos ensuing after the bombing on their right flank and orders transmitted to shift towards that area, the situation had changed drastically.
Sgt. Herkate had led his men through one firefight unscathed and now they were in the middle of a second, fierce battle.
They lay in a small depression pouring fire up towards an overlooking ridge. Not a great position in the middle of an ambush. The rebels had a machine gun position and were blasting away. Trees were nearly sawed in half from the firepower. They had tossed back as many grenades as they could that rained down, but a couple had landed close and they were all suffering from minor shrapnel wounds from the shoulders down to their calves.
Corporal Amptamga felt like he had never tasted so much soil in his life, trying so hard to meld with the ground beneath him. He managed to pull out another grenade and set the primer. Holding down the spoon, he inched closer to the lip of the shallow depression, noting what trees would be in the way of his trajectory. One wrong bounce off a trunk and he would be eating his own grenade. He shifted left a bit and found a good line of sight. With a grunt, he heaved the explosive rock, but ducked down before he could see it's landing. Rounds buzzed above him. KACHOOOM!
The gun stopped immediately. A good sign. Along with Private Motvagu beside him, he rose up and screamed at the top of his lungs:
"AAAAGAAAAAH!"
Fifth Squad of the 3rd Platoon rushed the ridge, rifles blazing to keep the ambushers' heads down. They were bound for hell or for glory.

by **New Korongo** » Fri Sep 14, 2012 4:59 pm

“Bring me a map of the island immediately and find out where the hell our liaison officer has disappeared to, we need to figure out a plan.” Colonel William Caxton said from his new command tent around a kilometre from the shore. He had arrived in Vesselle around half an hour ago and most of his forces had already been transported to Nesselberg Island on board the cargo ships which had brought them to Hutanjia from New Korongo. The distance between the capital and Vesselle was only around 250 kilometres so the boat ride did not take long.

“Here is the map of Nesselberg.” Major Daniel Cabot replied as he rolled the map out over the table. “It does not show the Cardwith Isles but they are about two hundred kilometres west of Vesselle.” Then a drunk man stumbled into the command tent, it was the liaison officer. He was given the task coordinating the vehicles brought to Hutanjia by the Mount Hagen Provincial Guard but crewed by locals.

“Forget what I said, get him out of here.” Colonel Caxton ordered and an armed guard standing in the corner of the tent dragged the drunk man back out, a commander under the influence of alcohol in battle would only hinder allied efforts. “Now, Colonel Hespatu has said that our tanks will be unable to make progress through the jungle but informs me that our artillery guns could be used to keep the enemy forces at bay or shell the Cardwith Isles if they are positioned on the north western coastline.” Colonel Caxton said as he placed several model artillery guns on the map, these represented artillery units operating M101A1 howitzers.

“Our artillery guns cannot shell anywhere in the Cardwith Isles from Nesselberg, they simply do not have the range. However, there are concerns among our troops that the enemy will attempt to retake Vesselle in an amphibious assault. I suggest that a third of our howitzers along with the tanks dig in along the coast while the rest of the howitzers shell UFF positions in the path of advancing allied forces with guidance from helicopters.” Major Daniel Cabot replied, unless some form of costal defence fortification was created the enemy would be able to sail their ships directly into Vesselle and unload their forces with little resistance.

“Good, you are a promising commander Major. Pass on the orders to our men but do not separate the artillery batteries, they will operate better with their unit. Also, have our gunships support advancing allied troops. They seem to be the only things which can provide mobile fire support in the jungle.” Colonel Caxton ordered and then minutes later the MHPG troops began carrying out their new orders.

The sixty M60A1 main battle tanks and fifteen of the M101A1 howitzers moved towards the beaches around Vesselle. The tanks would be stationed right on the coast in fortified positions which only exposed their turrets, these would be constructed by the crews once the arrived. The howitzers would be positioned around five hundred metres inland in gun pits which, like the tank fortifications, would be constructed by their crews. This would provide them with mediocre protection against naval bombardment. The other thirty five howitzers set up in positions closer to the jungle where they could bombard UFF positions. All of the helicopters also took off. The ten UH-1H Iroquois would provide target information for the howitzers tasked with bombarding the jungle. The five AH-6C Cayuse gunships would provide close air support to advancing allied infantry with two M134 miniguns, seven Hyrdra 70 rockets and two TOW missiles.

by **Neu Engollon** » Fri Sep 14, 2012 5:32 pm

VESSELLE BATTLEFRONT, NESSELBERG, HUTANJIA

Major Pieter Van Aardel of the Uli-Schwyz Regiment flew the lead chopper in the flight. He was in a AH-1Z Viper followed by 3 more, as well as 5 A129 Agustas. They banked left over the Vesselle garrison, allied troops waved emphatically, then they headed South towards the opened front, on their left were Gazelle helicopters armed with light machine guns and rocket pods of the Royal Hutanjian Air Force, on their right were AH-6C Cayuse gunships of the MHPG contingent. The Royal Allied helicopters swooped in over the lead elements of the Royal Hutanjian Army and then started to blaze away with rockets and heavy caliber rounds at the retreating UFF rebels.

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