Communists Disperse Pro-Capitalist Demonstrators [Closed]

by **Atraeza** » Thu Nov 29, 2012 12:00 pm

Pro-Capitalist Dissenters Demonstrate in Downtown Square; Communists Not Afraid

The Glorious National Commune of Atraeza
Capitol City of Atraeza, Drakes Hold
Radgowski Square

The noise was almost unbearable, breaking through the early morning peace in Radgowski Square, the crowd chanting and screaming out. Crying for change, change from the strict ways of the current Communist Atraezan Government, change from being given exactly what the other man was given, change from having almost nothing, change from being content with little. By securing only a few basic freedoms several weeks ago, the demonstrators were able to organize a rally and attempt to have their voices heard. They screamed out for more economic and political freedoms, an attempt at removing the strict sanctions and the laws currently restricting them.

In front of the Politburo’s massive building, a mix between an estate and an executive political office, the ragged crowd was standing idle, chanting. The crowd had swelled in size from an original half-dozen, to nearly forty. When the original sentry had called for backup, the police force had thought nothing of it. But now, they had sent several police vehicles, sirens blaring, into the square. Even with a fully armed squad of Riot Guards putting on their final pieces of equipment, the demonstrators stayed firm in their corner.

“Attention demonstrators! Please return to your houses and disperse immediately. Severe ramifications will incur upon yourselves, and your families, if you do not immediately vacate. Those of you who leave will not be followed and spared. Do not test our strength. Return to your homes and disperse now!” blared out the commanding lieutenant from his bullhorn. Several demonstrators began to walk, a few run, away from the square. As the squad of Riot Guards began to form a seemingly impregnable wall, the demonstrators began to have fear and doubt grow within them. Even more, seeing their cause lost, began to escape the square while they still could. True to his word, the Lieutenant did not send any men after those who fled. However, the Agency did; their dark vans waiting for those who had fled.

As the Riot Guards began their march, the remaining odd number of demonstrators scattered upon their approach. All save for two brave men, who stood their ground and awaited their fate. The Lieutenant offered them one final chance to leave, before issuing for their arrest and imprisonment; a fate few returned from.

The sparks of a flame of freedom had been ignited in a few proud individuals, but could more be swayed to the cause? Only time would tell if more people wanted a change from the oppressive regime of the current communist government.

by **Dakini Femina** » Fri Nov 30, 2012 12:10 am

Grand Valhalla Palace Compex, New Asgard
The War Room, Operation: BLACK SUN

The huge underground command center was teeming with life as dozens of huge readouts and display monitors showed radar scans, GPS readings, unit statuses and frequency patches. Officers, liaison's and technical personnel scurried back and forth, barking everything from callsigns, frequencies and relayed orders to codewords, protocol designations and even requests for coffee.

In the middle of it all, watching all the controlled chaos was the stoic Grand Commander Makkela. Old Ilmatar, as her associates called her. The vicious marshal was a stunning female specimen, awing in her beauty and elegance. She was the model Dakinian, prim and proper, but ruthless and calculated in her craft. She fixed her glasses as she kept taking in the information the War Room was presenting her and her staff with, and in her mind still made countless estimations.

No declaration of war came this time. The element of surprise is crucial, she would stress to her junior officers and field operatives. You never yelled at the gazelle and warned it before you downed that sucker on a hunt.

"Have the other members of the ACA been notified, captain?", she asked one of the officers who just happened to be talking by, headed for one of the many workstations charged with around-the-clock telemetry scans and satellite-aided probing of the field of battle.

"We have confirmed that the Adwestians and the Sturmians will be answering the call, mi'lady. But we've sent out the call to the entire ACA registry as you ordered", the reply came. "The Black Plains Security Syndicate has also expressed their availability at the given moment. We may procure their assistance and services at your command."

"Thank you", Ilmatar said as she waved her off and sent her on her way. Those encrypted messages were sent on emergency dispatch channels. Adwest and Vlack Sturm would have received them seconds after they were sent out.

Now she waited for her allies. Who would answer to call to battle?

All forces remained at halt and stationed at their last stop before the invasion, and moderately entrenched themselves while waiting for the rest of the support to arrive. The air force would open the invasion, the army and special forces would soon follow. There was no way the Federation was going to topple the Communist regime on its own, but by taking this forward position she drastically cut the Communists' elbow room for mounting defenses, and the time they had to react before the spring jumped loose and the invasion began.

"May your deaths be slow, and your suffering joyous", she grunted as she crossed her arms and waited for the Federation's allies to report in and form up on Atraeza.

by **Atraeza** » Fri Nov 30, 2012 7:17 am

Four Days Later

The Glorious National Commune of Atraeza
Capitol City of Atraeza, Drakes Hold
State TV Center, Corner of Mast and Seventh

“Breaking News at Six, Politburo Member Harian Bush Hohenzollern has been critically injured following his convoy being rammed during his peaceful parade celebrating the day that our great Communist leader was elected peacefully by a unanimous vote. His condition is stable and looks to make a full recovery. Details to follow in the next fifteen minutes.

“Hello and welcome to Atraezan News Network, my name is Caitlyn Harat,” said a stunning blonde, her blonde hair flowing across her shoulder with a gorgeous silk-like feel. Sitting next to her was an equally impressive man, dark brown hair and a stocky face that continued her line, “and I am Gregory Hashfield. This evening, we shall be bringing you the top stories from around the State.

“Reports from Drakes Hold this evening have spoken of a shooting early in the day. These reports appear to have said that several capitalist dissenters have been rounded up and shot by the government. These reports are completely false. Our benevolent and glorious commune would never have committed such atrocities and all who speak so are dissenters. If you know of anyone who has spoken such, please call the number at the bottom of your screen now.”

“Thank you for that update Gregory. Other news from the Navy is that it is preparing to go on a parade, to demonstrate our might to the region. The first stop is the Port of Krio-Dire, as we all know is named for our glorious revolutionary who began the first steps to begging our glorious State five years ago, to the day. Now we move to Katherine with the assured weather forecast for the week.”

“See Captain, we have nothing to worry about. Those who saw the event this afternoon will now be gone or scared into silence.” The Captain was sitting in his leather chair, chomping on an imported cigar. As a veteran of the War for Liberty, he knew what thoughts that public demonstration, which turns violent, can be ignited within the minds of the masses.

“You say that now… You know nothing. Once this thing begins, we wont be able to contain it. We can either become extreme, or give in.” The Captain rose to his feet. “And I have never given in.”

On most nights, the streets of Drakes Hold were fairly empty, with most families taking to the quiet of their homes and spending time with what loved ones they had. On most nights, the streets of Drakes Hold were fairly quiet, with no sirens or rowdy teenagers partying late at night.
On most nights, the streets of Drakes Hold were fairly dark, with the streetlights being all that illuminated the streets.
Tonight, the streets were full of vehicles, noise, and light. Several government SUV’s and personnel were moving about, creating an absurd amount of noise and light in search for any individuals who were present at the demonstration earlier in the day. With the lights of the vehicles and the government officials’ flashlights, night seemingly turned to day. That night, several hundred possible “witnesses” were rounded up for “questioning”. None of those men and women would ever return to their houses, regardless of the promises made to them by the government.

by **Adwest** » Fri Nov 30, 2012 8:29 am

Liongate Chateau, Balfonheim Citadel, Adwest

The Liongate Chateau. A magnificent structure built in medieval architecture, and the home of the Royal Family of Adwest. A giant garden with trimmed plants and a giant fountain was laid out before the Chateau's giant doors, and that itself was one of the most beautiful parts of the Chateau, that is, if you could see it. The inner beauty of the Chateau was usually concealed behind the giant gates of adamantine bars and golden lions, from which the name of the Chateau came from. Yet tonight would be different.

Thousands of people, usually crowds of peasants who had finished their work for the day were gathered in front of the Chateau's gates. The midnight sky, which resembled the uniforms of the Adwestian riflemen keeping the crowds away from the building itself, provided a dark and ominous atmosphere in the area, partly due to the arrival of the hoi polloi of Adwestian Society and partly due to the mystery surrounding what event was so sophisticated that it had to be announced directly by His Majesty, the King.

Atop the 10-story palace, the Royal Family and a handful of government ministers stood in the giant balcony that faced the crowd, each person looking more proud than the last, as they looked down upon the common people.

One of the more disgruntled looking people of the group, a man in his early 40s, yawned discreetly as he adjusted his crooked tie.

"When will His Majesty arrive, Banks? and more importantly, what's this talk about us getting involved in another foreign conflict?", asked Deputy Minister of Foreign Affairs, Oscar Wallpole to the more smug-looking man beside him, which was Minister of Defense, William Banks. The man, who looked much younger and well-rested smirked at the question.

"That is correct, His Majesty is making the announcement tonight, amidst the Kingdom's renewed commitment to the fight against the Red Horde. I won't reveal the exact details yet, let's have the King do it, but I assure you this; this is just one of many more battles we shall fight against our communist foes.", he responded.

A split-second later, the Royal Marching Band of the military played what people have come to known as the royal theme, as an unseen figure bellowed the arrival of the king.

Tristan Durnador II, Adwest's 59-year old monarch stepped in front of the balcony, his face emanating anxiousness and solemness. As the monarch stopped and observed the people, who then burst loud applause, his thoughts shifted to that of the last major wars the country has fought. Many have died, and perished at the hands of these conflicts and it was all because of the government's hastiness to intervene in foreign conflicts.

The applause eventually died down, and the man hesitated. What if the casualties are the same? what if these entities possess weapons of mass destruction?. His purple robes flapped against the midnight breeze, as silence overcame the area.

"My lord, is there a problem?", whispered Banks at the monarch, nervousness evident in his voice, the crowds awaiting the announcement.

"People of Adwest!", he remarked with pride. His voice wasn't as loud and inspiring as it was 20 years ago, yet it was battle-harden and noble, allowing him to still maintain a fraction of his speaking skills when he was in his prime.

"Our Kingdom, our great homeland, has seen many conflicts and disturbances in the past. We have been invaded and trampled under the aggressive boots of hostile ideologies, we have been robbed of our inherent rights and territories, and we have been bullied by those false powers which lay claim to our glorious kingdom."

"Yet we fought, we rose, we resisted, and we triumphed in all of these conflicts. Our enemies cower before our tested prowess, and this prowess will, I believe, carry us to victory in all our future endeavors!"

"The Anti-Communism Alliance, a strong group of nations who have a burning passion for opposing the vile leftism that leeches the world of it's development and peace, is the top ally of our Kingdom, and as part of this great body of noble states, we shall do our best in order to crush leftism wherever it exist! all corners of the world will be purged of this vile menace!"

"Yet as our old fathers used to say, for one to achieve victory, one must start at the bottom, and they are correct. To the north of our Kingdom lies the Empire of Technoko, a benevolent monarchy that provides for the needs of it's people has recently been plagued by yet another branch of Marx's and Lenin's dark spawn. One of their territories has been blinded and lead into the failed political and economic policies of Communism!"

"To honor our commitment in the fight against this vile ideology, I hereby announce that tonight, at the eve of December, our glorious Kingdom will step in the fight against the brutal overlords that are destroying the once great land of Atraeza. We shall aid Technoko in eradicating these scum of the earth, joining our brave ally who first decided to fight against these communists, the Grand Arctic Federation of Dakini Femina, in toppling this evil entity, and we shall liberate these people from their tyrants!"

"Long-live the Kingdom, Long-live the ACA, Death to the Red Menace!"

War Chamber of the Liongate Chateau, a few minutes later

"An audacious speech indeed, your Majesty. I'am sure that your meaningful words will rally the patriots of the country against these socialists", exclaimed a bewildered Banks as he and the rest of the Royal Military Council marched towards the War Chamber of the Chateau.

"Yes, well, it had to be done. The recent spate of activities our Kingdom is involving itself is truly overwhelming, and only augmenting the support of the public will allow us to keep a clean image in our nation's affairs, to avoid dissenters and such.", responded the man, leading the group as he pushed open the double doors to the War Chamber.

A fireplace in front of the doors crackled with a crimson light, illuminating the room alongside a few small lamps in the pillars. The two giant windows located in the west and east ends of the room were blocked by hanging purple curtains, as the 6 people who made up the RMC took their seats in a circular table in the middle of the room. Various Adwestian rifles, both old and new, hung above the fireplace, while full suits of medieval knight armor stood proudly in the various pillars around the room.

"What is the status of our deployed forces, Minister?", remarked Tristan as he seated himself comfortably in front of the fireplace, his eyes surveying his top military men.

"I'am proud to announce that the assembled contingent of forces for our 'peacekeeping' operations in Atrazea, henceforth named Strike Force Atrazea, has been assembled and is ready for immediate deployment, having been prepared since the notification by the Dakinian Federation was sent to us.", responded Banks with confidence.

"And what of their numbers?', asked Tristan after.

"The Atrazean Army Group, formed by numerous infantry and cavalry regiments is 30,000 man strong, plus an additional 1000 support forces, such as engineers, medics, NCOs, and specialist forces, in addition to some 200 armored vehicles. The 17th Air Division is composed of 5000 airborne troops and about 200 fixed-wing and 100 rotor-wing aircraft, plus their respective pilots. The Atrazean Response Fleet will be composed of 8 Destroyers, 3 Aircraft Carriers, and some 20 Amphibious Assault Ships. We have allocated at least 3-month's worth of supplies and rations to the Strike Force, plus the necessary vehicles such as transport aircraft, vehicles, and ships to move them and the forces about.", said Banks, reading from a document marked with red ink.

A grand operation indeed, thought the King as he imagined the amount of forces to be sent.

"Very good, diligence and zeal are truly commendable traits one must have in preparing for war.", he said in a satisfied tone to Banks, before adding in a more serious tone, "Dispatch the force tonight. I will have them arrive in the earliest time possible."

Communique from the Kingdom of Adwest

To: Whomever it may concern within the Dakinian Federation
From: His Royal Majesty, Tristan Durnador II

Date: November 30th, 2012
Encryption: Maximum

Allies in the Grand Arctic Federation,

I bid you my sincere greetings. Allow me to introduce myself. I'am Tristan Durnador II, Sovereign of the Kingdom of Adwest and all her overseas colonies.

I write to you this night in order to affirm my Kingdom's commitment to our supposed "peacekeeping" activities in Atrazea. Adwest stands by your nation in rooting out these tyrannical socialists, and we shall not back down unless absolutely necessary, such as the case of national danger.

Our forces have begun their journey into Atraeza and we expect them to arrive within a few hours time, so that our operations could begin.

In spite of political tensions that existed within our two countries in the past, I would like to say that the Kingdom of Adwest looks forward to fighting side by side the brave warriors of the Grand Arctic Federation, alongside other member-states of our noble alliance.

In solidarity,

Tristan Durnador II
Sovereign of the Kingdom of Adwest

by **Dakini Femina** » Sat Dec 01, 2012 8:42 pm

The Black Sea, Federation Waters
200 mi. South of New Narvik Shipyard

Admiral Eeku Harju of Fleet Freya got the shock of her life when Central Command up in New Asgard send her an unusually heavily encrypted message informing her of a change of coordinates, one that after she had checked out with her staff aboard the carrier FCS Mannerheim, detailed a straightforward sail for the territories of a somewhat larger country called Atraeza to the south of the Federation's waters, which had apparently just broken off from its sovereign of Technoko and went rogue - and red.

This is insanity. We're a patrol fleet, and don't even carry marines.

Eeku stood on the command bridge of the Mannerheim, gazing out into the south and occasionally entertaining the reports brought in by her juniors. Freya was now making a sharp adjustment to her course to account for the new coordinates, and on its ships crews were now prepping and drilling for combat operations, although not that it was for certain that there would be any, right? It was a hard thought to stomach for Admiral Harju, who just a week ago was drinking in the pubs outside New Narvik, and now shipping off to another operation she had not the faintest idea about.

"The transmission also included that we are to be a forward carrier group and a prelude to a larger, main liberation force", one of her lieutenants reported as she stood at attention by the admiral's side, both wearing their proud navy blue blazers and leg-hugger trousers.

"That's alright", replied Harju, who found humour in her own answer, as if she had accepted her fate and lot in all this. "I want readings and information on the main continent and any inhabiting populations by next role call. Atraeza shares that landmass with a good score of other nations, and I will not drag them into our errand-war with Atraeza. All ships and forces to yellow alert, and launch the E-3."

"Aye, admiral!" It would be another four days before they arrived at the shores of their destination.

Grand Valhalla Palace Complex, New Asgard
Federation Core Territories, Ultima Thule

"Your Majesty, a message from the Adwestians!", the Grand Hegemon's secretary said as she concluded her standard greetings upon entering the Lord Matriarch's office, a gallant and spacious quarters featuring Victorian-era furniture and embellishments, and of course the desk where behind sat the Grand Hegemon herself. Miina simply said "proceed" to the announcement, feeling unsettled as she always did when foreign powers wrote to her.

Her secretary then took out a printed communique from her dossiers, and handed it over to the GH with a bow. "Admiral Harju has also reported that Fleet Freya has begun sail for Atraezan waters". She was feeling edgy and tried to dilute the air, which she always found thick and heavy whenever dealing with the Lord Matriarch regarding foreign affairs. She, like many of the hard-line aristocrats of the Federation, supported the state isolationist policies - not necessarily because they didn't like their overseas allies, but simply that they still weren't used to dealing with and getting involved in the outside world.

"I am aware", Rautiainen bluntly said as she began reading its contents. About a minute passed as she sat eerishly still and void of any emotion before she nodded slowly and looked back up at her secretary. "So the Adwestian Sovereign wishes to accompany us on the road to Atraeza", she said as her eyes sharpened.

"Y-yes mi'lady it would appear so." The younger lady didn't know what to say. "I-I-I think it could be a good th-thing your Highness! Atraeza is a much larger country, and we could use the support.."

"Your input is wise, but not asked of", Rautiainen injected as she took one of the blank sheets of plain paper and her pen, and began to write in old Runic. "I will be writing a reply to the King Durnador, informing him of my having received this letter. I leave the rest for you to formulate. I am to be described as jovial and pleased regarding the matter, am I making myself clear?"

"Crystal, Your Highness."

"What of Fleet Fenrith and the Zeruland Regiments?"

"Your instructions to Grand Commander Makkela have been filtered, processed and issued, Your Majesty. Fenrith will be disembarking from Narvik by nightfall, and the Zeru by the 'morrow."

"My Will be Done."

-Signed & Approved by Her Majesty, The Valsharess of Ultima Thule-

The Grand Arctic Federation of Dakini Femina
"Forever Shall We Stand, Eternally Shall We Fight."

To: His Majesty, King Tristan Durnador II, of the Kingdom of Adwest
From: Her Imperial Majesty, Grand Hegemon Rautiainen IV, of the G.A.F.
Re: The Atraezan Operation & Sorority
Encryption: [MAX] [SCRAMBLED OLD NORSE RUNIC]

To the Esteemed Sovereign of the Kingdom of Adwest,

It does my heart joy to know that we are not alone in undertaking the ACA's mounting task of battling Communistic oppression around the globe, and today in Atraeza. I am Taava Wilhelmiina Rautiainen IV, Lord Matriarch of the Grand Arctic Federation and Chief Commander of Her armed forces.

Your choice of words, "Peacekeeping", amuses me, and I welcome your assistance in this matter in any way possible. As you may well know, Atraeza lies on a landmass inhabited by other nations as well, most of which I do not expect to take kindly to the ACA's arrival, in the same way that I would not be the first to welcome immigrants into Ultima Thule.

Coordinates shall be sent to you as to the whereabouts and charted course of Fleet Freya, one of our prided carrier groups currently en route to Atraeza. Frequencies and encrypted communication channels shall be included, and you may forward this to your own officers in the field, that they may discuss amongst themselves, discern their tactics to be utilized and bring honor to our cause in their workings.

The histories our two states share is dark, but those wars are those of those who have gone before me, and are now gone and but memory. We are proud to have you on our side. Honor to Adwest, and die well.

Signed & Sincerely:

Grand Hegemon Taava Wilhelmiina Rautiainen IV,
G.A.F. Supreme Ruler/Head of State

ORBATS:

by **Prussia-Steinbach** » Sun Dec 02, 2012 12:10 am

From:
Imperial German Foreign Office
Wilhelmstraße 76
German Empire
To:
Respective Foreign Ministries
G.A.F. of Dakini Femina
Kingdom of Adwest

Sirs and Ma'ams,
The German Empire has determined it will join with your nations in order to free the provincial nation of Atraeza from the yoke of Communism, and purge their nation of the Red Menace. We have seen the people's plight, and in order to protect the interests of the people's welfare and the Empire of Tecknoko, Atraeza's former, rightful ruler, have determined the need too great to ignore.
In the interest of secrecy, we have decided to withhold a communique announcing the Alliance's soon-to-come peacekeeping mission. As the first nations to become involved in this operation, we will wait for your confirmation as to the appropriateness of the time. However, the German Empire will lead the charge to liberate Atraeza, and free the populace from the yoke of Leftist dictatorship. We have no doubts that this will be a time for counterrevolution against the Menace spreading, infecting every moral and ethical nation it comes to. May you never experience the oppression that is Communism, and may we free the Atraezans from this horrible and morbid experience they have lived under for far too long.

Yours in Opposition,

Foreign Minister

Berlin, German Empire

The grey-suit clad, middle-aged man walked on the roof of an inner-city government building. He stared down at his magnificently shined shoes, black, more expensive than many people's entire wardrobes. His hands rested tensely in his pockets as he paced slowly, the click of his heels on the concrete barely noticeable over the sound of car horns and the massive crowds of consumerist Germans down below. His blue eyes wary, every thirty seconds or so they flicked back up to the door he was about twenty feet in front of. He pushed back his short, combed-back light brown hair, that had tinges of grey at the ages, denoting the seniority and mental hardship of his covert and much-coveted position. No sweat dripped off his brow, however - it was only thirty degrees Fahrenheit in Berlin. Though the sun shone from behind the clouds, it gave not much warmth in this north-central European nation. He cursed.

Du verdammtes Arschloch, he murmured under his breath, barely audible. Where are you?

He looked up, into the white-yellow sun. His eyes squinted, before he turned away and began walking toward the door that formed the entrance for a small hallway back into the depths of the German governmental building. As he walked toward it, the door burst open, and a young, enthusiastic man walked through, with a smirk of overconfidence and undeserved cockiness embedded permanently into his youthful visage.

“Hallo, sir,” he said, addressing the senior intelligence official as a familiar friend of his father's. “You called?”

The middle-aged man ran up and hit the youth in the head, swinging his fist around to hit the exact right spot to knock the boy to the ground and give him an excruciatingly long-lasting headache, but not show through his hair or give him another defining characteristic.

“Halt die Klappe!” he said, his face growing ever redder. “You were ordered to be at this location exactly seventeen minutes and thirty-odd seconds ago. Shall I take the price of the Empire's valuable time out of your hide?”

The boisterous young man, at first full of life and enjoyment, now seemed to deflate, sufficiently chastised by his superior's miniature lecture. His head hung a bit lower, and his voice became more solemn and monotone.

“I apologise, sir...” he said, raising his head to look at the important official. “I realise I have done wrong. It will not happen again.”

“For your sake, I hope not.”

He turned around and walked slowly to the edge of the roof, looking out of the bustling metropolis, a center of the Empire's culture, trade, and government. As the man, the anger having gone quickly from his chest, looked lovingly out over this city so many called home, he quietly sighed. He considered his dedication, the giving of his entire life to the service of Reich and Kaiser. He knew he was not special; this was the way millions of children were raised every day. Germany bred its offspring to be warriors, whether in the world of business, politics, or warfare. Their culture demanded it; it demanded they sacrifice their young upon the altar of militarism and nationalism, in order to preserve the State as the highest ideal. Though the government nominally allowed various freedoms, to use many of them was taboo, and cultural norms protected delicate, conservative society from some of the more liberal elements of the world.
Having let his mind wander, the man turned back to the young upstart, still standing quietly just outside the door.

“Have you been briefed?” he said, his voice betraying no sliver of emotion.

The boy's face lit up a bit brighter, once again getting back into his business. “Ja, Herr von Diem. I have been fully briefed, and my knowledge on the subject is extensive.”

“I will go over it again,” said von Diem, resuming his pacing. “You ae aware you will be sent to Atraeza, with a covert escort you will not see nor know.”

“Ja, sir.”

“You must never act as if you are aware you are being followed. You must, however, display emotion, as if you are not worrying about people ascertaining your thoughts through reading your face.”

“Ja, Herr Diem, I was in school for this two years.”

This slightly insolent comment was ignored by the intelligence official.

“You will determine military capabilities, stability of the region, government, and military. You will tell no one you are, in effect, a spy. This is not an average intelligence operation; you will gather the information, not disloyal bastards we pay off.

You will remain in the former colony until further notice, as the Abwehr Amtsgruppe Ausland deems necessary, You do not exist now, nor will you there - you have been given an identity, which I trust you have thoroughly studied and wholly described to.”

“Ja.”

These little sons of aristocrats, he thought disgustedly. Join the Abwehr because their Väter have connections. Though Victor von Diem was a, rather wealthy, aristocrat himself, he believed he had earned his position - he was a staunch member of the Fatherland Party, and thought the current government was much too favourable toward nepotism and hereditary entitlement.

“Your plane will be leaving from the Berliner Flughäfen in twenty minutes. You are... expected, by us, to be in Atraeza by tonight, firmly embedded.

I cannot stress how abstract this mission is. You will bring minimum, if any, intelligence technologies, and will have no headquarters or base of command. You will report to us from your cellphone, which you will clean and search every twelve hours, and delete all information held within it four times daily. ”

He walked up the young man, as though he was about to shake his hand or pat him on the back; yet neither of the actions materialised.

“His Majesty, and the Kaiserreich, are counting on you. Advance the Empire's will.”

International Airspace

Adrian von Kohl sat in his soft leather seat, first class on a commercial airliner based in Berlin. He tapped his index finger on his leg, covered by a pin-striped suit. His blond hair and blue eyes clearly marked him as a member of the German aristocracy, and from his mannerisms, habits, and attire, most assumed him a businessman on some foreign marketing trip. A marketing trip, he thought officiously. Mein Gott, how I wish. A marketing trip for the Empire's interests, perhaps - or the ACA's.
As he sat idly in the plane, a cute, young flight attendant approached him, offering hm a drink.

“Ja, bitte.” he said, giving the young woman a winning smile that worked wonders at his parents' dinner parties full of foreign diplomats and members of government. Though he doubted he would get the chance to do to the young flight attendant what he had done to most all of the other girls he had given that smile to over the years, it would not hurt to make her appreciate his, in his mind, quite obvious handsomeness.

He ordered a Polar Bear, and upon receiving the peppermint-flavoured Schnapps, downed most of the glass in one swig. He had seen this drink ordered many a time at his parents' dinner parties, by a man deep in intelligence, known only to him as 'Fritz.' He had tried it himself, and began to develop a habit of it, drinking at least one of the glasses of sweet, strong liqueur every day.

Bah, can't get drunk today, he thought sadly, staring intently into the bottom of his glass. Even I know I'd be in deep shit if that happened. Himmel, Arsch, und Zwirn!

He stared out the small window of the giant metal bird, and watched the sea pass by at hundreds of miles an hour. The green-blue water tumbled into itself, the wind sweeping it into small waves, making their way dozens and hundreds and thousands of miles to some distant, foreign shore, a shore children played on, men and women walked on, soldiers died on...

Where is that cute flight attendant, he thought, a smirk coming to his face as he remembered her full, red lips and perfectly-proportioned body, her slim arm handing him a glass, a movement that had started many an enjoyably wild night back in the Empire. But they were not in his beloved Fatherland - he was traveling to a Communist nation, one so firmly opposed to political freedom that capitalists were not even able to peacefully demonstrate their beliefs without swift and brutal police retaliation.
Soon, the young girl approached him, at which time he ordered another glass of his favourite drink. As she poured, he unabashedly, yet deftly, stared down her shirt - just enough buttons were open to give him a slight, imperfect view of what he wanted to see. As she handed him his drink, he tore away, wishing he could work his youthful, testosterone-infused magic on her young body and while away the last hours of flight. But no, he thought depressingly. When would she get a chance?

Major City, Atraeza

Adrian walked off the plane, briefcase in hand. He had just came stumbling out of the plane's lavatory, followed by a ravishing young flight attendant attempting to return her blouse to a position acceptable in most social circles. His body was fatigued, but heart light; he had indeed found something to while away the lonely, monotonous hours on the plane. He pulled his tie a bit tighter and swept his hair back to the side as he walked through the terminal, reaching the outside and hailing a government-run taxi.

“The Ataznan Hotel, tout suite.” he said, directing the small, bearded man to a very nice place of lodging in the centre of the city, that he had been informed of by an unknown superior.

Our humanitarian actions will soon commence.

by **Adwest** » Sun Dec 02, 2012 7:52 am

Liongate Chateau, Balfonheim, Adwest

"So, Prussia has joined the conflict, yes?", exclaimed the Defense Minister, Banks, as he passed on a piece of parchment detailing ORBATs and coordinates, as well as two letters from two allied nations now part of the conflict.

The Royal Court of His Majesty was seemingly abuzz with activity today, as various military officials arrived to deliver a report to the King every few minute or so. The Fleet had left yesterday, and were now traversing through the vast international waters, if not in Judean seas already, to lend aid to the liberation of Atraeza. These military men, now termed "the new nobility" gave their hourly dossiers to the King, informing him of every movement or progress of the 9th Adwestian Expeditionary Fleet.

"I believe so.", exclaimed Tristan as he read the communiques sent by the Dakinian Federation and Prussian Empire, apparently pleased at the G.A.Fs' matriarch's response and the entry of the Prussian Empire into the fore. He stood in his ornate blue throne, as snow began to fall outside the Chateau. The Winter Season has begun, and like the annual blizzards that ravage the northern parts of the country, the upcoming wars Tristan had driven the Kingdom to join were going to cold and bloody.

Outside the Chateau, the cobble-stone streets that made up Inner Balfonheim's roads were silent, save for a few platoons of Royal Knights protecting the higher echelons' residential areas. The tall flagpole in the Central Park loomed over the area itself, the blue, red, and white Adwestia flag flapping against the cold winter breeze.

Glory, honor, and pride, the symbols of the Adwestian Flag, thought the King as he gazed out the window. His mind was full of many things, including the decision to join both the Anglynovan and Atraezan War. Yet now was not the time to cower, as the ACA was in the midst of making it's purpose known, the purpose of slaying the socialist principle. It was a purpose that Adwest will strive to achieve, and a noble one at that. It was a purpose a truly Adwestian knight could achieve, and now is the time to strike.

"The added might of the Prussians will be a great boon to our efforts. Although not all of the ACA is present to witness the defeat of Atraeza, I'am confident that the might of the Kingdom, Federation, and Empire will be enough to crush our foes.", he exclaimed with a stern expression, as he returned his gaze to Banks and the wide throne room.

"What is the latest report regarding our forces? Have you sent Admiral Rook the necessary coordinates and the exact location of our Dakinian allies?", he asked, gathering his mind again and resolving his temporary disturbances.

"I have sir. Admiral George Rook has been notified of the information sent to us by the Federation, and we expect them to meet up with our allies' fleet before commencing ground operations. I have seen the Order of Battle of the Federation, and I must say, it was quite a massive number. And what of ours, does His Majesty plan on increasing the forces we have sent?", responded Banks, as he read from a document he was holding.

"Excellent. I want our logistics to operate without fault, and I want our forces well-informed of any enemy or allied movements, to swiftly coordinate our strikes upon the socialist vermin in Atraeza.", remarked Tristan at the first statement. The second statement by Banks was met with a brief silence.

"No, there will be no further increase on the forces we have....unless absolutely necessary. I have seen the map of Atraeza, and they are, it would seem, a peninsular country located directly in the heart of Judea, with the only entrance being a start in the southern part of the continent owned by another nation. I do not want an increase of forces anytime soon, as it would endanger our positions. So many larger nations are on Judea as well, and we cannot risk breaching their territory for Atraeza's liberation.", he responded a bit furiously a few seconds later.

"Forgive me. The Kingdom's recent endeavors have caused me quite a bit of....bother.", he said soon after in a lighter tone.

"You are dismissed, for now. Make sure to inform me of any further happenings regarding this conflict."

"Yes, your Majesty."

International Waters, approaching the continent of Judea

"Admiral, the information relayed to the Kingdom by an ally, the Dakinian Federation, has arrived. The exact coordinates of their fleet's whereabouts are also detailed here, and we are expected to commence a rendevouz with them before beginning our landing operations.", bellowed a young man clad in navy white, to another man looking a little older than him, and a lot more grandeur in uniform.

"Very good, put the report over there.", replied the man, whose blue and crisp uniform stood in sharp contrast to the Sailor's white and disgruntled one.

"We'll see if the tales regarding the Dakinians' ferocity in battle is true. Tell Captain Winters to sail further north, so we can begin this rendevouz and start with the operation.", added Admiral Rook to the officer, who quickly scurried out and headed to the captain's quarters.

A few hours later...

The dark seas of Southern Judea rocked the 9th Expeditionary Fleet and the many transport vehicles that came with them, as they made a stealthy attempt to bypass any naval forces of any of the larger countries in the continent, whilst heading towards the deciphered location of the Dakinian fleet. Only the moon and the deck lights provided the illumination they needed, while their guidance relied on the powerful radars of the Adwestian ships.

"Sir, we've spotted a large group of naval vessels a few miles northeast of our positions. Should we establish contact?", said one of the personnel working on the command room of the ANS Tristan I, the flagship of the 9th Expeditionary Fleet, to Rook.

"Have you identified them and their origins?", asked Rook, careful about not making a hasty decision.

"Not yet sir, should we establish contact?", responded the personnel, as more and more ships appeared in the radar.

"Go. It's better to be safe than to be sorry, ensign."

Code: Select all: To: Unknown Naval Fleet From:[/b] Royal Admiral George Rook, 9th Expeditionary Fleet, Adwestian Navy To whomever it may concern, I'am Admiral George Rook of the Adwestian Peacekeeping Mission bound for the supposedly dictatorial regime of Atraeza. We request that you identify yourselves in order to avoid any misconceptions or troubles.

Communique from the Kingdom of Adwest

To: Minister Paul von Bismarck
From: His Royal Majesty, Tristan Durnador II
Date: 2nd of December, 2012
Encryption: Maximum

To the Honorable Minister,

Firstly, allow me to introduce myself. I'am Tristan Durnador II, Sovereign of the Kingdom of Adwest. I speak on behalf of Minister Winchester, who he is currently attending the ACA Summit I was unfortunately unable to attend, in declaring that the addition of the Prussian Empire's might into us and the Federation's will be a great advantage in our crusade to stamp out socialism within the once prosperous domains of Atraeza.

Yet I must also inform you that Atraeza is located in the continent of Judea, where the only entrance to Atraeza is through a strait in the southern part of the continent which is part of another nation's national territory. Therefore, I must ask that we limit alliance participation in this conflict.

Currently, Adwest and the Dakinian Federation have employed the tactic of secrecy, and are now in the midst of rendevouz to coordinate our operations. We recommend that you send a powerful but subtle force, in order not to disrupt the other nations residing within the Judean landmass.

I look forward to fighting alongside the brave warriors of the Prussian Empire.

In solidarity,

Tristan Durnador II
Sovereign of the Kingdom of Adwest

by **Prussia-Steinbach** » Mon Dec 03, 2012 12:05 am

From:
Imperial German Foreign Office
Wilhelmstraße 76, German Empire
To:
His Majesty, King Durnador II
Royal Residence, Kingdom of Adwest

Your Majesty,
Thank you for the given information. We assure you, the Empire is entirely aware of the political and geographic situation, and will take all necessary precautions in order to ensure safe passage for all ACA forces and that we do not become embroiled in any other foreign conflicts.
We also have employed the tactic of secrecy and stealth. The German Empire would like to request any military forces sent by your gracious Kingdom or the Arctic Federation be minimal, and refrain from entering Atraezan waters until notified of the correct place and way of doing so by the Empire. We must handle this mission delicately; it is to 'keep the peace,' and is for humanitarian reasons. We must ensure the populace of Atraeza receives their due political freedom; though this appears impossible under the current regime, assumptions and speculation are never good in the international political arena. We are currently collecting intelligence on the target nation, in order to duly ascertain its stability, strength, weakness, et cetera. Our dossier on the nation should be full within the week.
We reassert, this must be handled delicately. Massive military forces should not be sent; none should enter Atraezan waters until properly notified. We trust that Your Majesty knows the importance and fragility of this situation, and will take all precautions necessary to ensure all criteria are fulfilled and followed.

Yours in Opposition,

Foreign Minister

Wilhelmshaven, German Empire

The troop transport ships sat, docked in the harbour. The German naval ensign, complete with a Prussian eagle and Iron Cross, fluttered above each in the cold sea breeze. Five metal behemoths, the SMS Fliegend, Biest des Meeres, Dresden, Mortich, and Raschein, sat beside them, destroyers that will give the troop transports protection on their cruise. Men milled around, some sailors on the deck of their vessel, others marines marching onto the transports - five thousand in total, piling onto the five ships to, one day, be bound for Atraeza.

[OoC: I know, so fucking small it's disgusting, but I'll get more detailed ones up eventually. Was planning on making it much bigger, but needed to send this communique.]

by **Dakini Femina** » Mon Dec 03, 2012 12:45 am

Grand Valhalla Palace Complex, New Asgard
The Grand Commander's Quarters

"I take it that you've stomached the Security Syndicate's memo addressed to the ACA?"

Adjutant F. Westerberg sat by the guest's chair of the Grand Commander's desk, behind which sat Ilmatar as she meticulously perused a printed copy of the message and twirled her fountain pen. It had been a long day, with several ORBATs and the necessary paperwork having all been complied with in a matter of hours. In a few hours, Fleet Fenrith would be departing, and then Ragnarok One not too long after. It was late in the hour now, and the icy chill of the evening arctic winds set upon the cities of the Federation once more. People took to their homes and shelters to escape the bitter cold. That however didn't even put a dent on the F.A.F.'s preparations for the Atraezan operation. High Command was on full alert, and intelligence networks and departments were working full time, in coordination with the other ACA nations,via satellite surveillance, and through intercepting transmissions.

"It's thorough, I'll tell you that", Ilma replied as she leaned back into her Victorian-era armchair and took off her service cap, placing it on the table as she gently scratched at her red hair. "Don't you think it's interesting? - the series of events that lead up to the Technoko Empire requesting the ACA's assistance specifically regarding a colony that just happened to go rogue?" The statement brought the Grand Commander's eyes to meet the Senate-Adjutant's.

"Don't you think it's exciting? It's like there's some grand conspiracy at work here." Frideborg clasped her hands together and fantasized, but the thought didn't sit well with GC Makkela, who simply kept her face blank as she kept her gaze on her long-time friend.

There's no use in posing questions that cannot be tested at the moment".

"The vain search for clarity but the achievement of naught but stasis of will?", Frideborg said with a soft smile, quoting an old Dakini proverb.

"Very much so. At any rate, I think it's more realistic to focus on the task at hand and work with what we do know and can establish."

"Oh Ilma, time has been kind to you, yes?" Westerberg's tone suggested she was playing around and chiding the Grand Commander. The reply came, "About as kind as the cold is to a man's nuts". The off-colored simile stirred up laughter from the two, which took about five minutes to settle down from and move on, back to business.

"But I do agree with you. This is how the matriarchs must have felt when the Soviets turned on them in the Tarsian War." Westerberg took of her hairband and stroked her jet black curls. "I mean, there are some pretty dignified names on that map", she added, pointing to the Judean map the GC had requisitioned personally for her own consumption. "There's Ralk and our allies in Vlack Sturm, and even Yohannes!"

"Our old-time military suppliers", injected Ilma, "Along with Lyras and Anemos Major."

"I understand what the Syndicate says though. I guess that's why we're moving under the ruse of a 'peacekeeping' mission?"

"Strategy would state that it would be easier to move against foes when they don't consider us as likewise", lectured Ilma as she yawned and grinned at Frideborg. She then paused and began staring deeply into the oak of her table, as if some epiphany had just hit her. "Fenrith and Ragnarok", she began somewhat frantically, "how many hours until departure?"

She picked up her phone and dialed the War Room's local number - the relief marshal answered soon enough. "Marshal Harkonen, please postpone Fenrith's departure, same for Ragnarok. I want the staff gathered at the War Room in 0100 hours. There will be adjustments to Black Sun." She put the phone down and ended the call, looking a little more relieved, but equally exasperated.

"What was that about?", asked the adjutant.

"If Ragnarok and Fenrith made it to Judea, it'd look like no peacekeeping mission, or humanitarian whatever." The Grand Commander then took a sip from a cup of Earl Grey that had been served about an hour ago, but she never bothered to touch. It was at room temperature now, not quite as she'd like but it'd do for now. "Where's Freya now?"

"Surfing somewhere in the middle of the Black Sea, I guess", replied Westerberg with a shrug.

"Odin permit", concluded Ilma, "The other ACA members have realized this".

The Black Sea, International Waters
Fleet Freya, FCS Mannerheim

Admiral Harju was passing in and out of sleep as she kept watch on the bridge. It would still be another hour before her relief officer too charge and she could get some rest when one of her comm officers left her post and approached the OIC with an decoded read-out, apparently a message.

"Adwestians?", she echoed as she looked at one of the long-range radar displays and indeed, saw beacons that placed the source of the message far off into arctic evening darkness.

"Affirmative Admiral. They're the allied fleet sent to rendezvous with us."

"Admiral, incoming message from Central Command", another officer reported as she brought another, longer strip of paper - decoded and translated into High Runic, the Federation's standard writing system.

"Receive", acknowledged Harju as she nodded at the first comm officer to send the Adwestians Fleet Freya's identification PIN to let them know they were on target. As she gave the second paper a look, her mood changed entirely, her sharpening look and curling eyebrows suggesting intensity, but at the same time perplexity.

"Order fleet to cut cruise speed, bleed to half! And send the SEALS commander up here to the bridge, we have some planning to do!"

Code: Select all: To: Royal Admiral George Rook, 9th Expeditionary Fleet, Adwestian Navy From: Admiral Eeku Harju: FCS Mannerheim, Fleet Freya, G.A.F. Navy Decoded: This is Admiral Harju of the Carrier Mannerheim, Fleet Freya. Welcome aboard. We have a week's sail to Atraeza, so your company is always welcome.

by **Dakini Femina** » Mon Dec 03, 2012 10:24 pm

Grand Valhalla Palace Complex, New Asgard
The Grand Hegemon's Quarters

The giant grandmother clock had just struck midnight, sound off and letting the arrival of a new day echo throughout the huge main palace, a heavily guarded and fortified structure but otherwise posh and Victorian-esque on the interior. Mahogany and Oak complimented each other against the marble stone walls and columns, and the ceiling was either of a royal cream color, or had artwork superimposed onto it. The esteemed head-of-state's own suite deviated little from this setup, save of course for the hidden doors, traps and firearms compartments that lay cloaked behind the two guards that stood at watch by the suite front door. It was an unassuming passageway into the quarters that housed the Federation's supreme ruler, looking almost no different from any other of the doors throughout Grand Valhalla. That too, was a safety precaution.

Inside, all cozy by the fireplace and sitting in her favorite chair, Miina enjoyed a cup of tea with the head-of-government, Mistress Ragnhildur Thorirsdottir. In contrast to the Hegemon who was a dark, calculating, somewhat of a modern Machiavelli, the High Mistress stood for something lighter - a balance between ideals and pragmatisism. She was a few years Wilhelmiina's senior, having been born in the age of the old stratocracy, and as a result embodied many of the past Federation's values - proud, chivalrous military tradition and a love for liberalism, echoing hues of the old beloved Prussian 'Old Friedrich' with how she conducted herself and affairs under her watch. The two were discussing, among simpler things such as family matters and good food, the current wars the Federation was participating in.

There were two, to be exact. There was the DPRA front charged to Commander Juutilainen of the Elite Officers' Corps, and the Atraezan front handled by no less than the Grand Commander herself. While it was far below either matriarch to meddle in the field operations of either officer, they did care a great deal about the political implications of both conflicts. That had been the subject of discussion for the past twenty or so minutes. For war is naught but the armed branch of the political art.

''Don't the presence of the Koy worry Her Majesty?'', asked Ragnhildur as she rubbed her hands together as she sat in a chair opposite that of the Hegemon's, warming herself by the fire. ''You know, both the DPRA and Democratic Koyro possess military assets larger than what we have invested in that campaign..'' She signed and looked into the gentle licking flames as she continued, ''not to mention how the ACA has decided to position our fleets by the island chain's southern coast. We could run into the Koy Navy head on.''

Miina put her cup down by the end table beside her. ''It's a risk I assume we calculated and took into account when we committed to the campaign. No use complaining about it now. Besides, we share the responsibility with the Hippostanians, who have battled with the Koy before, and mind you, won.''

''Her Majesty is fully confident in this?'', asked the High Mistress with a smile as she looked at her sovereign.

''I don't doubt our women. Nor do I doubt the nerves of our friends. It's a decided matter - there will be war. Now Atraeza, that's a different story.'' Her tone at the mention of the new front's host nation's name had a hint of enthusiasm to it, definitely more than she thought of and actually did care the DPRA.

''You've always been uneasy about the subtler aspects of the craft'', Rag said, referring to the Grand Hegemon's lack of appreciation for stealth, covert ops, subterfuge and infiltration, among similar concepts and operations just as crucial to the 'profitable conduct of war', as Dakinians liked to put it. ''Judea is a heavily populated continent, home to more nations than our military can handle. It's a gunpowder keg.''

''Spare me the lecture'', Miina said as she casually waved off the Mistress. ''I am aware, which is exactly why it takes up so much of my attention. One wrong move and the tables will turn drastically.'' ''I don't see why you're so worried. Your commanders know this too, Miina. Ilma already ordered for the postponing of the invasion forces' deployment, and I have reason to believe the ACA is busy planting its eyes, ears and nose into Atraeza as we speak.'' Rag seemed confident enough.

The Hegemon however, remained stoic and impartial. ''Still, it never hurts to have a presence in the area. I wouldn't count on espionage too much - it has that fragility I can't get my head around.''

''Well, there's always the rest of the ACA'', remarked Rag as she began pouring herself another cup of tea. ''The Sturmians and the SSBP have let us know before of their willingness to intervene in our favor as well. At least as far as Atraeza is concerned.''

The Grand Arctic Federation of Dakini Femina
"Forever Shall We Stand, Eternally Shall We Fight."

To: Autarch Dimitri Petrenko - HVS; Peter Cantrell, Chief Foreign Officer - NSSBP
From: The Desk of High Mistress Thorirsdottir; The Desk of Senate Adjutant Frideborg Westerberg
Re: The ACA Operations in Atraeza
Encryption: MAX RUNIC

Esteemed Gentlemen,

As both of you receiving this coded communique may know, the ACA is operating in the National Commune of Atraeza, one of the nations inhabiting the continent of Judea and a former colony gone rogue of the Technoko Empire.

To date, three names in the ACA have committed to the task of observing Atraeza and its oppressive government, which claims to move under the tenets of Marxism - a foolish ploy and mere ruse, at best. The Grand Arctic Federation, the German Empire and the Kingdom of Adwest are currently overseeing operations which we are confident will lead us to our desired objectives. However, we must also cite the overwhelming nature of the task that confronts us. The Communists are a cunning force to be reckoned with, as are the many other nations that inhabit Judea. This operation must be carefully undertaken, and all resources available should be utilized to their maximum.

Currently, we lack intelligence on the local affairs of Atraeza, what the government's priorities, ongoing projects, the extent of their intelligence network, their military/covert ops capabilities, &c. We also require more information on the stances of its neighbors, and preferably its own in relation to its former sovereign of Technoko. Moving under the guise of a humanitarian/peacekeeping mission, we are looking to gather enough intelligence and where possible, place premium on sabotage before considering more extreme measures, should it prove absolutely necessary. If by subterfuge our goals prove to be attainable, then there is no reason not to pursue this method and minimize bloodshed.

We make this appeal to the Hegemony and the New Security Syndicate. We require covert ops assets, infiltration units, and such - eyes and ears in our prey's dens. To the Sturmians, we ask of power politics in favor of our operation, hopefully to entice the current government or any barrier to our operation to take the bait and support out presence. To the Security Syndicate, we require units and assets capable of sabotage, infiltration, arson, &c. If possible, we would like to find a way to identify dissenting elements within Atraeza's populations and give them the means to assist us where necessary. These however, are merely an overlay of what we need or believe to be necessary as of the moment. The Hegemony and the Security Syndicate are, of course, still welcome and retain the right to offer any help they may offer. not confining themselves to what has been listed here.

In the name of the ACA and by the honor of our bond do we ask of your assistance and skill in the matter. We are confident you will be able and willing to comply.

Signed & Sincerely:

Frideborg Westerberg,
Senate Adjutant & Liaison to the FSS

High Mistress Ragnhildur Thorirsdottir,
Head-of-Government, XO Supreme Ruler

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