The Rise of a Kingdom (MT) (Open)

[New Embossia]

Official Communique of the United Republic

Addressed to All Those Concerned with the Alexiandran Situation

Nations of Greysteel and Beyond,
We are elated to find out about the change-of-power in Alexiandra and will protect it with all our might. We HIGHLY advise all nations to follow suit, for fear of war.


Yours,
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PRIVATE TELEGRAM ADDRESSED TO HIS HIGHNESS, MICHAEL WINTER
Mr. Winter, I am excited to take up your offer to visit your nation and our government shall contact yours to arrange times and dates.

Godspeed.
Lionne Walsh

[Alexiandra]

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[Alexiandra]

The Red House
Lockbourne, Alexiandra

Michael stared at the pile of statements and communiqués before him. His pen lay discarded on his right, and his hand ached from hours of writing. He sighed and turned to the wide, polished windows of the royal abode. They were bulletproof, armour-plated, and offered an excellent view of the royal estate. Teams of armed guards patrolled the Red Compound's perimeter walls, sweeping every nook and cranny in search of intruders. The King smiled in satisfaction, then returned to his desk. His hand, still sore, drifted towards the royal control console. Depressing a button, he spoke over the intercom system to his personal assistant. "Lewis, fetch me the Field Marshal. Tell him that we need to speak urgently." Lewis sent a soothing tone back over the intercom, informing the King that he had understood.

Moments later, the newly-promoted Field-Marshal Nicholas Fenn marched into the room. Dressed in formal uniform and adorned with dozens of medals, he bowed stiffly before the King. "Your Grace..." he began. Michael silenced him with a wave of his hand, then gestured to a chair opposite his desk. The Field-Marshal took it. "How are the preparations coming along?" he asked the grizzled war veteran.

Fenn straightened slightly in his seat. "Better than I had anticipated, Your Grace. Over twenty-five percent of Alexiandra's military will be ready to fight within the next day or so." The King nodded at this, pleased.
"And the border fortifications?" he inquired. Fenn's face fell. He took a few seconds to plan his answer. "Well, Your Grace... our men have managed to dig a line of trenches that is about one-hundred kilometres in length. By tomorrow, it will be over five-hundred kilometres in length," he said. His voice trailed off. "Then what is the problem?" responded the King. The Field-Marshal leaned forwards. "It won't be enough, Your Grace. The Nerotysians have enough armoured units to break a freshly-constructed trench line." Michael frowned, considering this new operational quandary. "Then how should we proceed?" he asked, leaning subtly forward. The Field-Marshal shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "By attacking, sir," he said.

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Statement from the King
325 Hallow Street
Lockbourne
AD7 2AX
0223 809 703

Alexiandran Communique

Royal Statement

To: Anya Rusakova

And so it begins. Your soldiers stand at my borders, ready and willing to launch an offensive against men who were once their friends. My own warriors are rushing to their battle-stations, frantically preparing for the bloody conflict that now seems almost inevitable. Just one alternative to war remains open to us - the complete demobilisation of all Nerotysian forces.

Your troops are equipped with weapons that I paid for, supported by warships that I purchased, and augmented by technological research projects that I funded. Your government ministers debate in the very halls I once stood in as an ally. Nerotysia is nothing more than Alexiandra's buffer zone - an ally of necessity, an experiment, created and established by the Alexiandran Pound. My glorious domain has both the ability to create a state, and the ability to destroy it. That which we have given can soon be taken away. In any contest between the forces of our nations, my own warriors can, and will, emerge victorious.

I implore you, therefore, to consider the gravity of your own actions. By mobilising Nerotysia's military, you have directly threatened a larger and more powerful nation. I suggest that you choose your next move wisely; it may be your last as ruler of your pitiful nation.





Signed by Michael Winter, High King of Alexiandra

[Libraria and Ausitoria]

The Kingdom of Alexiandra had a problem.

That they had somehow managed to convince an initially friendly Empire to back a communist state against them was quite an extraordinary example of poor diplomacy. Ausitoria was rich, capitalist, pompous, imperialist, decadent, and detested communists; which meant that there was plenty in common with the Kingdom of Alexiandra on paper! But even considering all this, Ausitoria did not like nations that threatened other nations that defended democracies. Which meant that the Kingdom of Alexiandra had a problem.

Pax Prosperitas

By Order of His Imperial Majesty's Government

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From: The Cabinet Office & Government Policy Office and Ministry of Intelligence and Statistics Committee Security Council, The United Realms of the Imperial Commonwealth of Libraria and Ausitoria
Encryption: None, Publicly Available

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Excellencies;

We would like to announce that our government shall operate to support any victims of aggression by the poorly-advised government of the Kingdom of Alexiandra. This would include any attempt by that Kingdom to attack The People's Federation of Nerotysia for their agreement to come to the defence of Cavendown island. To that end we are now sending a fleet as an expression of goodwill. Further reinforcements of goodwill are always available.

Yours sincerely,
Sir Arnold,
Cabinet Secretary,
The United Realms of the Imperial Commonwealth of Libraria and Ausitoria

[Gernonai]

To Whom it may Concern,

Gernonai has watched the developments in Alexandra very carefully, and it has come time for both sides, Alexandran and Nerotysiam, to de-escalate the conflict and come to the negotiating table. It is clear that a war between these two nations will lead to only senseless bloodshed. However, should these two nations come to blows, know this. Gernonai will not stand idly by and allow the subjugation of a sovereign nation. We urge both sides to stand down before the conflict gets out of hand. Gernonai's military will be on standby, and we are prepared to act if necessary.

From,
Fuhrer Ernst Ueden

[Nerotysia]

The City of Shynx
The People's Federation of Nerotysia

"Madam, war hasn't been declared yet. Please reconsider."

Anya laid the file on the table and looked at her Defense Minister. Boris Arshunev leaned even further forward, so much that his body began to leave his chair.

"Don't attack. Wait. This may de-escalate simply due to time."

Anya's face was set in hard lines, purple stripes pulling her eyes down. "We need the initiative. He directly threatened Nerotysia. What am I supposed to do?"

Arshunev sat back slightly, glad that she was at least listening. "Wait. He may back down slightly. Let the Ausitorians arrive. Let others send help. We can't plunge into this too fast."

Dimah Nikorov, Intelligence Minister, cleared his throat. "It is true that he hasn't actually attacked Cavendown Island. We have no reason to declare war, we can just ignore his demands until the time is right." Nikorov was the only one in the room who didn't look the least bit stressed.

Anya leaned back, her fingers pressing closed eyes almost back into her head. After a few seconds, having made her decision, she tiredly signaled for an aide.

"Alright. We'll wait."

The People's Federation of Nerotysia
Official Communique
Open Letter

Nerotysia would like to issue an open letter to all residents of Greysteel and beyond.

As is widely known, the great nation of Alexiandra, once our closest ally, has recently been corrupted by a psychotic dictator with ridiculous aristocratic pretensions. This man has shown his intent to oppress the people of Alexiandra and destroy the delicate balance of power in Greysteel that has for so long been the only real guardian of peace.

He has also openly threatened other sovereign nations, most notably ourselves and Cavendown Island. These actions are a poignant reminder of the militaristic and warmongering attitudes that all dictators share, and reveals Winter to be the greatest single threat to Greysteel in decades, perhaps centuries.

We therefore would freely ask for help from any and all willing to curb Winter's madness. No matter the size or the kind of nation, we would graciously welcome all support. We would like to thank the nation of Libraria and Ausitoria, who, despite their unfortunate system of governance, have shown willingness to support us in our crusade. We urge all to follow their example.

Signed,
The People of Nerotysia, As Represented By,

Anya Rusakova
President of the People's Federation of Nerotysia

Dmitri Laskoy
Prime Minister of the National Parliament of Nerotysia

Nikolai Vesker
Supreme Chancellor of the State Council of Nerotysia

[Zammora]

The Greater Empire of Zammora
From the office of His Imperial Majesty

From His Imperial Majesty, Kairon V, Emperor of the Greater Zammoran Empire
Anya Rusakova, President of Nerotysia
Encryption: High

Esteemed Anya Rusakova

I am well aware of the troublesome past between our respective nations. However in light of the recent developments I, adviced by my honorable council, have decided to pledge military support to Nerotysia should the current conflict between Nerotysia and Alexiandra escalate to war.

This self-proclaimed 'High King', the overreaching upstart known by the name of Michael Winter, is a disgrace to monarchies all over the world. He holds little esteem for ancient traditions and customs which should be the very foundation of a monarchy.

However, while we now make our support known to you, we would prefer if the contents of this message stay between our governments for now.

Yours truly,

-Emperor Kairon V of Zammora

[New Embossia]

Sitting in his office, President Lionne Walsh read the chapters that detailed the Maxedonian Civil Wars, how the great Max Emboss handled and decisively defeated all enemies. He was preparing for the greatest land war New Embossia had seen since it was invaded many years ago by the very nation they were supporting: Alexiandra. This time, however, Walsh was planning an invasion of neighboring Zammora. Recently, the neighboring empire had pledged it's allegiance to Nerotysia, who is going to make war with Alexiandra. Calling in his secretary, Lionne was booming with his commands: "Connect me to General Beur...I have plans." The nervous little woman nodded and walked out of the room. Within minutes, the phone rang. "General. I have plans for you and the 5th Army." He said, in a serious tone. "What is going on, are we joining the war?" General Beur said. "Yes, I want MLRS and mobile artillery systems set up along the border between us and Zammora. I will speak to you later on a safe line. Be at the Palace in 20." The President hung up the phone and headed to the War Room, at an undisclosed location under the Palace to guard from nuclear attack. Once General Beur and the other generals of the 3rd, 2nd, and 8th armies arrived, they brainstormed and finally came up with a plan: "I want the border with Zammora washed with landmines and artillery behind it for future attack. Also, I want the 2nd and 3rd Army scattered along the border to be the first line of defense. You will have 24/7 air support. If the war escalates into full-fledged regional war, we will invade. But until then, guard the border and be ready for all attack."

As time passed, the border between Zammora and New Embossia closed for "construction" reasons and all lights, cameras, etc. were shut down along the border fences as not to stir confusion. Additionally, any citizens living on the border were relocated to the state Vanguard in the south of New Embossia, thought to be un-invadeable due to it's rough terrain and mountainous regions. Until Operation: GUARDIAN ANGEL was finished, all media was denied access to the construction areas.


It has begun.

[Alexiandra]

Fort Jericho
Southeast Alexiandra

Fort Jericho was one of Alexiandra's largest, most secure military installations. A sprawling underground complex, it served as the global headquarters for the Alexiandran Steel Command (ASC). The staff stationed at Fort Jericho, therefore, would be responsible for managing any war between Alexiandra and Nerotysia.

Michael Winter, sitting deep within Jericho's steel-reinforced superstructure, stroked his short beard thoughtfully. Surrounded by chiefs-of-staff and military personnel, he strove mentally with the quandary that faced him. A swift, well-planned offensive operation offered many rewards, but would be prone to error - a co-ordinated, defensive war of attrition would allow Alexiandra to grind down its foe. Faced with so many enemies in Greysteel, however, Michael was hesitant to commit to either option. In a defensive war, it was entirely possible that foreign intervention could lead to the destruction of Alexiandra's navy, and the failure of the war effort. Waiting for the Nerotysians to make the first move, though, would garner support for Alexiandra from the international community. Although Michael had faith in his generals, it seemed incredible to suggest that Nerotysia could be conclusively knocked out of the war within just a few weeks. Nevertheless, the temptation to embark upon an offensive operation weighed heavily upon the new King's mind.

Michael studied the bank of screens that had been prepared for him. Each of them showed a different section of the Alexiandran-Nerotysian border - bright blue icons indicated the positions of friendly units, and dark red symbols denoted Nerotysian forces. At first glance, the socialists seemed to have the advantage; their troops outnumbered the Alexiandrans in the area. Thanks to the diplomatic wrangling currently taking place within Greysteel, however, Michael's soldiers had been given time to shore up the northern frontier's defences. Long spools of barbed wire now guarded the trench line, and an expansive minefield had been prepared. The troops of the Royal Army had deployed in hedgehog formations behind the trenches - if Nerotysia's armoured divisions broke the defensive line, they would be bogged down and crippled by rows upon rows of fortified strongpoints. Alexiandra's front line was sound - it would resist a general Nerotysian offensive. The principal concern for Michael, however, lay to the east.

Vast swathes of unclaimed territory, abandoned in ages past, were ripe for the taking. By seizing this land, it was entirely possible that the Nerotysians would bypass the main front. This potential outcome worried the King. Still staring at the screens, he summoned Field-Marshal Fenn. "Nicholas," he intoned. "This unclaimed territory offers our enemy a valuable bypass opportunity." The Field-Marshal nodded gravely in response. Clasping his hands behind his back, he nodded toward the screens. "That's correct, Your Grace. I suggest that we occupy the unclaimed region forthwith." Michael considered this latest proposal for a second. Occupying an ungoverned stretch of land would elicit ire from many of the world's nations, and yet there was no other option. The King nodded reluctantly, then said: "Very well. Give the orders. I want that region in Alexiandran hands by tomorrow morning. And evacuate our border staff. A storm's coming, Field-Marshal."

[Libraria and Ausitoria]

OOC: Can we please have an OOC topic and a map of Alexiandra and its environs?

[Alexiandra]

OOC: Can we please have an OOC topic and a map of Alexiandra and its environs?

Done.

[Gernonai]

"Fuhrer," His military advisor said, "We have detected Alexiandran troop movements to the north, here." He pointed to a blank region to the north of the country, "It seems like they are taking away the Neotysian's ability to bypass their defenses."
The old man removed his glasses, sighing, "Very well. I want a sizable intervention force in the area within 18 hours." He said, replacing his glasses on his nose, "They are to use the uninhabited islands to the north of Neotysia as a staging area. If they are occupying empty land, so shall we. We still have a stake in Zammora, even with the regime change. Any unrest in the region still involves us, and we have to protect our assets."
"Of course, mein Fuhrer." The man said, hesitating before he said, "Mein Fuhrer, just who are we supporting in this crisis?"
Ernst Ueden held up a wrinkly finger and wagged it, smiling a little before he said, "Some things are on a need-to-know basis, and you do not need to know, not yet." He looked at the map again, "And I want a strategy drawn up for three different scenarios."
His military advisor listened, his mouth opening slightly as he did so, "Very well, mein Fuhrer." He said, saluting before quickly exiting the room.

Soon after they recieved the orders, thousands of Gernonaise troops scrambled to prepare to leave the country, setting off for a not so faraway land. The military had already been on standby, so it took only two hours to embark them and get the ships in the water. The massive fleet set off from northern Gernonai, where the nation had its only coastal land. The fleet was truly huge, hundreds of transport ships being escorted by the largest Gernonaise fleet ever seen. People who saw the fleet set off from the coast would say that it was truly awe-inspiring. The fleet steamed towards the region, preparing for what looked to be the biggest conflict since the Gernonaise-Hombreinese War.

The Fuhrer swirled the scotch in his glass, looking down at the ice that clinked gently against the sides before taking a sip. He looked up to see the man he had been waiting for, "A drink?" He said, gesturing to the small bar in the side of the room. The man didn't bother, instead sitting down across from Ueden, elbows on his knees.
"Mein Fuhrer, you probably know why I'm here." He said, his voice quiet.
"Of course, Skott," He said, "You still have a soft spot for the Zammorans."
"We have a pact with them."
"One that hasn't been valid since they installed an Emperor." Ueden snapped back, "Times have changed, Skott. If it comes down to it, we will have no choice but to support Alexiandra. If they are attacked, there is no way I can convince anyone that they are the enemy. My hands are tied, at this point."
"Then maybe..." Skott replied, looking down at the floor.
The Fuhrer sighed, "What is it?"
Skott looked back at him, "What if we supported a regime change?"
Ueden seemed to consider this for a moment, "It wouldn't work. We still have no pretext for doing so, and the Zammorans are still pretty content, as far as we know. Besides, this conflict isn't about them. We are trying to avoid a war, not start one."
"And we are doing that by sending over half a million troops?"
"Yes, the threat of force, especially because we have not stated our support, may yet bring this conflict back from the edge." He sighed again, sipping his drink, "Very well, after this conflict is over, I will see what can be done for our old friend."
"That is all I ask, mein Fuhrer."
"In the meantime," He continued, "I want you on standby to head out there. It is likely that we will need a diplomat."
"Very well." Skott said, standing slowly. He stretched his aging muscles before exiting the room.
Ueden finished off his drink, sitting in the dim light, "What are we to do about this?" He muttered to himself.

[Nerotysia]

The City of Okachenko
The People's Federation of Nerotysia

There were more lines of tanks rolling down Okachenko's deserted streets. Another army, another couple hundred thousand Nerotysians being sent south. The boys rode along with men and women in the IFVs, helmet-domed faces stoic with anticipation. None of them had seen war before. Most of them were part of the active force, though not all. All of them had families, families that would cry and plead and pray in the coming months as if it would make a difference to the strategists and proprietors of this war.

Yes, another army slipped through the city like silk and headed south for the border. However, unlike previous armies, they did not stop there. They kept moving with the water of the Sosna River, flowing southwards past the imaginary line of the border towards the quasi-DMZ under construction. Zykov-III main battle tanks, guarded by a variety of JERRV anti-mine vehicles, plunged as quickly as possible towards the Alexiandran line, their crew's psyches balanced on razor wire, ready for anything. Behind them rolled lines of IFVs, ready to drop off troops at regular intervals along the planned route of attack. Behind them rode artillery guns, and then the hundreds of vehicles required for the logistics of this particular operation.

Simultaneously, twenty multirole aircraft and twenty air superiority fighters were soaring towards the border, their targets drilled into their pilots' heads. They aimed to attack two enemy hardpoints behind the Alexiandran line, the two that would be in the way of the attack. Most of them would surely die, but they had purged that thought from their heads. Mostly.

Another equal contingent of fighters were flying towards the closest Alexiandran Airforce base, prepared to both distract the possible responders to the bombers and perhpas damage the runway and hangars of the facility. They were also likely to die.

The Sixth and Seventh fleets steamed towards Alexiandran waters, which were about one day away. All other fleets were being recalled to Nerotysian waters, to prepare to reinforce their brethren when the Alexiandrans responded.

And, finally, the easternmost Military Districts of Nerotysia were being assembled into one Task Force of around 500,000 men, ready to be stationed along Nerotysia's eastern borders to guard against the Alexiandrans.

Nerotysia was certainly spreading herself rather thin, but her commanders had pressed on nonetheless. The prevailing opinion amongst the High Command was that a swift, devastating attack would be the only way to victory.

The People's Federation of Nerotysia
Official Communique
Private Message to Emperor Kairon V, of the Greater Zammoran Empire

Despite our previously strained relations, we are glad you can see that Winter is clearly a madman who needs to be deposed. To that end, we hope you will follow us in our crusade.

We would first advise you to beware of the Embossians. They have declared their support for Alexiandra and, as you are surely aware, they are undertaking suspicious activities near your border.

To that end, we would be very grateful if you were able to keep the Embossians occupied should they declare war. While we may be able to defeat Alexiandra, we could not handle the two together.

We would appreciate naval support against Alexiandra itself, but relegate that to a secondary goal. We would prefer Embossia be your first priority.

Signed,
The People of Nerotysia, As Represented By,

Anya Rusakova
President of the People's Federation of Nerotysia

Dmitri Laskoy
Prime Minister of the National Parliament of Nerotysia

Nikolai Vesker
Supreme Chancellor of the State Council of Nerotysia

The People's Federation of Nerotysia
Official Communique
Private Message to The United Realms of the Imperial Commonwealth of Libraria and Ausitoria

Firstly, we would like to thank you graciously for your help in deposing the atrocious Mr. Winter and his lackeys. However, congratulations will need to be short. There is a war to fight. We hope you will join us.

Please direct your fleet to join the Sixth and Seventh as soon as possible. We will need your help to defeat the Alexiandrans there.

Also, we would ask for direct land support. Any troops you can spare would be greatly appreciated. We propose they would land on Nerotysian beaches and then move to reinforce the border.

Once again, thank you for your support. It is greatly appreciated.

Signed,
The People of Nerotysia, As Represented By,

Anya Rusakova
President of the People's Federation of Nerotysia

Dmitri Laskoy
Prime Minister of the National Parliament of Nerotysia

Nikolai Vesker
Supreme Chancellor of the State Council of Nerotysia

Due to their illegitimate ruler's blatant disregard for his own sacred Citizenry,
Due to his pompous and dangerous claims to some sort of Kingship,
And due to his egregious disregard for international law and attack on another nation's sovereignty,
The People's Federation of Nerotysia hereby declares a state of war against the illegitimate "United Kingdom" of Alexiandra, and any who would venture to support them.
All relations, whether it be economic, political, social, or otherwise, are hereby to cease with said "Kingdom."


Signed and Endorsed,
The People of Nerotysia, as Represented by,

Anya Rusakova
President of Nerotysia

Ivan Marikov
Representative of the State Council of Nerotysia

Dmitri Laskoy
Representative of the National Parliament of Nerotysia

[Gernonai]

Ernst Ueden watched the report scroll by on the screen before him. He sighed, rubbing his forehead. He turned to the two men sitting with him, General Hans Albeer, who was the Commander-in-Chief, and General Marc Antoin, his Minister of Defense, both of them with grave looks on their faces, "So it begins." He said simply.
Antoin shook his head, "That puny nation really did it. They're going to try to install a new government." He sighed, "Unbelievable."
"This was going to end no other way," Said Albeer, "And now we have a decision to make."
"Indeed we do." Ueden said, "And our options are quite limited. It is impossible for us to remain neutral, not with the involvement we have in the region. I see only two options." He held up a finger, "One, we join the war on the side of Alexiandra, the defensive war, the just war." He said a tad sarcastically, "And we risk full out war with Zammora, our old ally." He held up a second finger, "Option two, we use the Pact as an excuse to join in the war on Zammora's side. This will bring us into war with the Embossians, but will also potentially trigger a conflict with the Alexiandrans." He looked closely at the two men, trying to judge their reactions, "Neither option is perfect, but, as far as I see, that's all we have."
The three of them were silent for a moment before Antoin spoke up, "How long until Gernonaise forces arrive?"
Albeer replied, "Just under three hours, but it will take another couple to set up a Base of Operations."
"The question remains, however," Ueden said, "Is who they will be used against. I hardly think that they would be thrilled to go to battle against men they fought three wars beside."
"True," Antoin responded, "But even now, there's nothing we can do. Perhaps the Nerotysians will be thrown back across the border and we will not need to intervene."
Albeer sighed, "But we still do not know how the Zammoran front will go. If they are invaded then we have no choice but to help them."
"We also cannot allow these people to invade another nation to install their own puppet government." The Fuhrer reminded him.
The three men fell silent again, each thinking hard about how to resolve the situation. For the first time in his reign, the Fuhrer didn't know what to do. Finally, he spoke, "Get the Base of Operations established, we will work from there." He said, standing from his chair, "Be back here in three hours maximum. I feel we will be working late tonight."

[North African Empire]

OOC: These are just diplomatic letters to the major nations currently locked in the conflict within the region of Greysteel, and beyond it's borders I will try to add more to this post at a later time.

IC:

Official North African Coat of Arms

Diplomatic Letter of Response from the United Islamic Theocracy

To: King Michael Winter
Subject: The trouble in Greysteel

Greetings Your Majesty please allow me to introduce myself I am Rania Al Abdullah the current Prime Minister of the United Islamic Theocracy, and it has come to our attention that your nation has recently under gone a government change from Socialism to a Monarchy. We here in the United Islamic Theocracy supports, and welcomes your government change hopefully it will be for the best of Alexiandra and it's people. I also understand that you are currently having trouble with a Socialist nation by the name of Nerotysia, which Alexiandra shares a land border with in Greysteel and we would like to take this time, and pledge our aid/support to your cause. The Supreme Empress has already given the Supreme Field Marshal permission to dispatch a small naval fleet, and armed deteachment to your nation upon your government's permission. Our government understands the fact that a possible war looms over the horizon in Greysteel, and it is our duty to honor the Pact of Brotherhood just one more time, before history reclaims it as it did before after the War with Maxedon.

Signed,

Rania Al Abdullah
Prime Minister
The United Islamic Theocracy of North African Empire

Official North African Coat of Arms

Diplomatic Letter of Response from the United Islamic Theocracy

To: President Anya Rusakova
Subject: The trouble in Greysteel

Greetings Ms. President please allow me to introduce myself I am Rania Al Abdullah the current Prime Minister of the United Islamic Theocracy, and recently it has come across my desk that your government opposes the new Alexiandran regime of King Michael Winter. You claim that your nation has lost a valuable ally will allow me to explain something to you my friend, before you begin something in which could cause a massive war in the region of Greysteel. It has been my experience as both a military man, and a government official that a true ally is not measured in their form of government, but to their will power to support thier friends in their time of need weather it be a natural diaster, or a foreign conflict. You have the power to stop this madness, before it gets out of hand and war brakes out within the region of Greysteel. I am looking forward to receiving your response to my letter Ms. Rusakova, and I hope for the shake of Greysteel that it is the right choice.

Signed,
Rania Al Abdullah
Prime Minister
The United Islamic Theocracy of North African Empire

Official North African Coat of Arms

Diplomatic Letter of Response from the United Islamic Theocracy

To: President Lionne Walsh
Subject: New Embossian Troops on the border

Hello Mr. President please allow me to introduce myself I am Rania Al Abdullah the current Prime Minister of the United Islamic Theocracy, and recently it has come across my desk that your government has placed troops on the border between Zammora, and New Embossia which in my opinion could make the recently trouble in Greysteel turn into a full blow war. It is not that I do not support your choice my friend, but you are not making the current problem any easy for the conflicting sides. Our government requests that you remove all your troops from the New Embossian-Zammoran border until you see their official standing on this current conflict, and besides I am pretty sure that their government has already received a warning, or a tip reguarding the amassing of New Embossian troops on the Zammoran border area. I am looking forward to hearing from your Mr. Walsh about your choice on the matter of your troops at the border, and hopefully it will be the right one for the future of Greysteel.

Signed,
Rania Al Abdullah
Prime Minister
The United Islamic Theocracy of North African Empire

[Zammora]

The Greater Empire of Zammora
Near the eastern border.

Leaves floating in the gentle winds, bright rays of light that shone trough the trees and the sound of marching feet. While the Zammoran army had always prepared itself for an invasion from their eastern neighbour, New Edom, even more defenses were set up now. In any defensive war the Zammorans would have the enviroment on their side. Series of mountains blocked many ways of approach from the east, and much more southern lay the barren Zammoran wastes, notoriously harsh for any army to survive in, even for the grizzled native regiments.

The Imperial Army had always been compared to the feared Zammoran hornet, a local variant of the wasp. A swarm would split up, only reuniting when attacking its prey en masse, engulving it from all sides before retreating with it's prey either dead or crippled. A same tactic was employed by the military, and as such many soldiers sported some sort of wasp logo on their equipment. The army would entrench in small almost independent pockets, the relatively small size of these combat units minimizing the chance of being detected. And once the enemy entered one of many designated killzones, the swarm would attack its prey....

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The Greater Empire of Zammora
From the office of His Imperial Majesty

From His Imperial Majesty, Kairon V, Emperor of the Greater Zammoran Empire
To the most honorable government of the esteemed nation of Gernonai
Encryption: High

My dear friends,

It has been a long time since the last contact between our great nations. Unfortunately several factors that were beyond our reach have led us to adopt a more isolationist approach. However we have not forgotten the old friendship between our countries.

These troublesome times seem to us an exceptional opportunity to renew our old friendship. And we will gladly open the gates to our Empire to Gernonai, as we have done so in the past. However, for now at least we must request that in the light of recent hostilities in the area of Greysteel, Gernonai takes no part in any actions that may endanger the Greater Zammoran Empire or its allies.

We eagerly await your response,


Yours truly,

-Emperor Kairon V of Zammora

[Alexiandra]

F.O.B. Dragon
Northern Alexiandra

A mighty cheer arose from the staff assembled in the war room of Forward Operating Base Dragon.

Nicholas Fenn leaned back in his chair, allowing a faint smile to cross his lips. The men and women under his command worked hard - and they had just received a well-deserved stroke of luck. The Nerotysians, in their seemingly boundless folly, had formally declared war upon Alexiandra. Radar arrays and surveillance satellites were beginning to come alive with reports of troop movements. Tank columns had been spotted moving south from the Nerotysian city of Okachenko earlier that morning, and two wings of hostile jet aircraft were speeding towards targets in Alexiandra. Many would have despaired, if placed in the Field-Marshal's position. When told about the commencement of hostilities, however, he had merely chuckled. Victory in this war would be granted to the most patient, strategically calculating belligerent.

"Back to work!" he bellowed, the trace of a smile still present on his broad, weathered face. "We have a war to win." He rotated his swivel chair in order to gain a better view of the radar readouts currently being fed to the FOB by the Royal Air Force. A wave of blips - believed to be composed of relatively advanced Nerotysian jets - was diverging, splitting into two sizeable groups. "Stanley!" the Field-Marshal cried in his most commanding tone. A young lieutenant, cool under pressure, rushed to his side. "Inform all frontier troops that they are to prepare for an imminent armoured assault. Send a missive to the Air Force, warning them about the incoming bogeys. We need our anti-air system online and alert now. And make sure that our battle-group in the eastern wastes receives offensive orders." The young lieutenant dashed off, clearly intent on remembering the instructions he had just been given. Nicholas returned to monitoring the radar feed. The war had begun.

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Alexiandran Defensive Emplacements
150km South of the Alexiandran-Nerotysian Border

The S-400 surface-to-air missile batteries of Alexiandra's defensive "Alpha" line stood, like silent sentinels, against the bright mid-day sky. Placed at regular intervals behind the trenches dug by the Alexiandrans, the batteries constantly scanned the skies for hostile aircraft. With a large number of hostile jets inbound to the frontier, the S-400 emplacements were on full alert. Their most advanced missiles, equipped with active homing radar heads, were capable of engaging targets at up to two-hundred-and-fifty miles, but they also possessed medium-range weaponry.

Even as the Nerotysian fighter craft swept down from the north, the batteries began to acquire firing solutions. Over forty missiles hissed as they sped into the air.

[Gernonai]

"We simply have no other choice," Ueden said, "Although we can attempt to swing this in our favour." He explained the diplomatic jockeying that he had in mind for the situation in Greysteel. Speaking for a minute or so before falling silent.
The other two men said nothing for a moment, then Antoin said, "I think that's our only option."
Albeer opened his mouth to say something, then closed it.
"Do you have something to say, Hans?" The Fuhrer asked.
Albeer shook his head, "No, I think that's our best bet."
Ueden nodded, "Very well, let's do it then."

To: HIs Imperial Majesty, Kairon V, of the Greater Zammoran Empire
Encryption: Maximum

We are pleased to be working with your nation again, and we wish it were under more positive circumstances. Gernonai has dispatched a large task force to the region, but we assure you that Gernonaise troops will not, and never will be, deployed against the Zammoran Empire or its allies. With that said, we believe that the regime change in Alexiandra may not be a negative thing. The current situation that the region is in may have the potential to have positive outcomes to both our nations. We ask only two things right now, one, that our diplomats meet to discuss how we may respond to this situation. Secondly, we would ask that Zammora hold off a Declaration of War of Alexiandra until we discuss things further.

For continued prosperity,

Fuhrer Ernst Ueden of Die Bundsrepublik des Militars von Gernonai

Uninhabited Islands in northern Greysteel

Gernonaise troops poured ashore, 50,000 of them unloaded in the first two hours of arriving. They established a base on the central island, and quickly set up radio communication with Skovi. The massive fleet anchored just off shore, and supply ships began the journey back to Gernonai after unloading their supplies. Planes began to take off from one of the six aircraft carriers deployed with the fleet, and they patrolled the area around the islands before reporting back that there was nothing to be seen. Defensive structures quickly popped up along the coast, as well as around the base, as the task force, now being called Task Force G, deployed its engineers to the largest island. Patrol boats began making their way around the islands, and the small island chain quickly became a Gernonaise fortress.

[Zammora]

The Greater Empire of Zammora
From the office of His Imperial Majesty's High Council

From His Imperial Majesty's High Council
To the most honorable government of the esteemed nation of Gernonai
Encryption: High

Our esteemed friends,

In honor of our old friendship that His Imperial Majesty and this council have decided to delay a declaration of war on the rogue nation of Alexiandra. While it is no secret that Zammora harbored nothing but ill will towards the old socialist regime, we see little improvement in this new government led by the megalomaniac Michael Winter. He holds little regard to aristocratic tradition and the orthodox virtues of royalty. However, His Imperial Majesty has decreed that while mobilisation shall go unhindered, hostilities shall temporarily be delayed until this matter is resolved by representatives from our nation.

We therefore extend our welcome to a Gernonaise delegation, and invite them to settle this matter at the Imperial city of Makadon, where a representative of the throne may meet you.

Yours truly,

-The Imperial High Council, by grace of His Imperial Majesty Kairon V, Emperor of the Greater Zammoran Empire

[New Embossia]

Official Communique of the House of Embossia

Prime Minister Al-Abdullah,

First off, it is great to finally speak to you as we have only had communication with your predecessors. As a close ally of the New Embossians, the word from NAE will not be ignored. However, we cannot pull the entirety of our army from the border for border-patrol duties. We currently have the 2nd and 3rd Armies stationed on the border, and with a congressional vote, we should remove about ~95% of the troops to redistribute them for protection of the Capital. We will not remove the 24/7 air cover on the border.

Finally, I ask, after the conversion to the Islamic faith, does the North African government still hold the United Republic as one of their allies?

Yours,
Lionne Walsh, President of the United Republic of New Embossia

[Gernonai]

Skott sighed, Here we go again. He thought as he looked out the plane window. The aircraft began its final descent towards the Makadon airport, and the aging diplomat fastened his seatbelt as they dropped towards the tarmac. The plane touched down, the roar of the engines quieting to a hum as they taxied off the runway. Skott placed some papers in a briefcase before locking it, spinning the tumblers so the numbers were changed. He stood as the plane slowed to a halt, It feels like just yesterday. He looked across the aisle, seeing the younger diplomat that the Fuhrer had sent with him. "Remember, I'm the one doing the talking." He told the young man.
The man nodded, "Of course, Mr. Nister."

The two of them walked to the front of the plane, exiting out onto the top of a set of stairs. They slowly made their way down, Skott's knees being unable to support him the way they used to. He spotted the Zammoran delegation at the bottom of the stairs, waiting patiently for them. He put on his diplomat's smile as he reached the bottom, waiting to be greeted by the Zammorans, as he had before, This place is much different than I remember, he thought, I wonder how much has really changed.

Islands in Northern Greysteel

The Gernonaise task force had now established a firm grip on the island chain, and Gernonaise air and naval forces were now conducting recon missions to the south, scouting out the situation between Alexiandra and Nerotysia. They made sure to keep far away from the actual combat zone, and therefore could only see limited amounts of troop movement on the border. They relayed what little information they could glean to Skovi, but it seemed obvious that war had broken out between the two nations. Troops entrenched on the islands began to wonder who they would actually be fighting, small groups even going so far as to place bets on the outcome.

[Libraria and Ausitoria]

Once again, the Ausitorians found themselves late for the start of the war - which gave them more leverage. And Ausitoria always preferred leverage to fighting. For the Ausitorian fighting style involved huge swarms of smart missiles being fired continuously, which was of course rather expensive, and the Ausitorian treasury already hated itself for spending so much money. They were always trying to cut taxes and then having to raise them again to keep the books balanced.

Thus the bureaucrats agreed that before they went to the vast expense of money, it would be sensible to see whether peace was still possible. If it wasn't, then it wasn't. But they would look damn silly if they spent masses of money on a war which nobody wanted.

Pax Prosperitas

By Order of His Imperial Majesty's Government

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From: The Cabinet Office & Government Policy Office and Ministry of Intelligence and Statistics Committee Security Council, The United Realms of the Imperial Commonwealth of Libraria and Ausitoria
Encryption: None, Publicly Available

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Your excellencies;

Regarding the outbreak of war between the Kingdom of Alexiandra and The People's Federation of Nerotysia - we would like to suggest a peace-treaty whereby the Kingdom of Alexiandra either (a) apologizes for its warmongering behaviour or (b) accepts the right of Nerotysia and Cavendown Island to exercise full sovereignty in their conduct of foreign affairs.

To ensure that negotiations take place with appropriate speed before everybody kills everybody else, our fleet is on its way; and we will start using it when it gets within range, which will be in 24 hours. If the Kingdom of Alexiandra has not done either (a) or (b) within that time then the fleet will be used against Alexiandra. If the Kingdom of Alexiandra has done either (a) or (b) and the other side has refused to agree to peace, then our fleet will be used against whichever party is guilty.

Yours sincerely,
Sir Arnold,
Cabinet Secretary,
The United Realms of the Imperial Commonwealth of Libraria and Ausitoria

[New Embossia]

Skott sighed, Here we go again. He thought as he looked out the plane window. The aircraft began its final descent towards the Makadon airport, and the aging diplomat fastened his seatbelt as they dropped towards the tarmac. The plane touched down, the roar of the engines quieting to a hum as they taxied off the runway. Skott placed some papers in a briefcase before locking it, spinning the tumblers so the numbers were changed. He stood as the plane slowed to a halt, It feels like just yesterday. He looked across the aisle, seeing the younger diplomat that the Fuhrer had sent with him. "Remember, I'm the one doing the talking." He told the young man.
The man nodded, "Of course, Mr. Nister."

The two of them walked to the front of the plane, exiting out onto the top of a set of stairs. They slowly made their way down, Skott's knees being unable to support him the way they used to. He spotted the Zammoran delegation at the bottom of the stairs, waiting patiently for them. He put on his diplomat's smile as he reached the bottom, waiting to be greeted by the Zammorans, as he had before, This place is much different than I remember, he thought, I wonder how much has really changed.

Islands in Northern Greysteel

The Gernonaise task force had now established a firm grip on the island chain, and Gernonaise air and naval forces were now conducting recon missions to the south, scouting out the situation between Alexiandra and New Embossia. They made sure to keep far away from the actual combat zone, and therefore could only see limited amounts of troop movement on the border. They relayed what little information they could glean to Skovi, but it seemed obvious that war had broken out between the two nations. Troops entrenched on the islands began to wonder who they would actually be fighting, small groups even going so far as to place bets on the outcome.

(OOC: Nerotysia and Alexiandra are fighting, not me and Alexiandra. I'm an ally of Alex.)

[North African Empire]

Supreme Empress's Office
Imperial Palace of the United Islamic Theocracy
Rabat, North African Empire

Supreme Empress Dalida Barakat and Prime Minister Rania Al Abdullah was just finishing up a emergency meeting, when a adviser from the Diplomatic Office rushed into the room, which interrupted the Empress's and Prime Minister Al Abdullah's conversion. The aid had to stop for a moment to catch his breath, before addressing the Empress and Prime Minister "Excuse me Your Majesty and Mr. Prime Minister, but we just received this letter from the New Embossian government stating that they will pull some of their forces from the border area." upon hearing the news the Prime Minister begin to smile at least with, that it defuses one problem now the United Islamic Theocracy can turn it's focus to Nerotysia. Prime Minister Abdullah turned, and stared at the adviser for a moment before speaking "I see there is still no word from either Alexiandra, or Nerotysia about my suggestions, which I stated in both letters to their governments." shortly after hearing the Prime Minister's statement the adviser just shook his head. Finally after finishing up their conversion in the office the Empress, and Prime Minister Abdullah said their goodbyes, before he departed back to the International Affairs Office to wire a telegram back to New Embossia.

International Affairs Office
Imperial Palace of the United Islamic Theocracy
Rabat, North African Empire

Prime Minister Abdullah was a little on the edge of his seat at the moment, and wondered why no response has come in from either Alexiandra, or Nerotysia about his suggestion to both governments unknown to him he would soon have his answer. The door to the International Affairs Department was standing opening, which was a usual thing around here after all the AC was always in need of fixing. Two Telegram Operators stood quietly by the large machine about something they were reading about in the paper, before approaching the Prime Minister "Sir did you read the latest news out of Greysteel it seems that Nerotysia has declared war on Alexiandra, and a unknown nation in our data banks by the name of Gernonai has occupied a group of un-habited islands in northern part of the region." shortly after hearing the operator's report the Prime Minister begin shaking his head, before sitting down in a chair to write a letter to the President of New Embossia. Seeing that the Prime Minister wished no longer to talk to them, and their work piling up on them the operators turned and walked back towards the Telegram Machine.

Official North African Coat of Arms

Diplomatic Letter of Response from the United Islamic Theocracy

To: President Lionne Walsh
Subject: Re New Embossian Troops on the border

Greetings Mr. President I am glad that you managed to write us a quick response to our last diplomatic letter, and it brings me relief that you are pulling back some of your forces from the border area with Zammora. I personally do not know what your beef with Zammora is, but I guess that is between your two respected states and a this time the concern is Nerotysia. We are now aware that the Nerotysians has declared war on Alexiandra, and that deeply concern us for the future of Greysteel not to mention that unknown state occuping those islands in the northern part of the region. In response to your question weather, or not our two nations still allies and the answer is yes my friend just because we switched our government does not mean we will turn our backs on our old friends. If you have anymore questions about our government, or our friendship please feel free to contact my office at anytime day or night.

Signed,
Rania Al Abdullah
Prime Minister
The United Islamic Theocracy of North African Empire

Official North African Coat of Arms

Diplomatic Letter of Response from the United Islamic Theocracy

To: President Anya Rusakova
Subject: Declaration of War

Ms. Rusakova I did not realize before I sent my last message, that your country has already declared war on the United Kingdom of Alexiandra a honorable ally of the United Islamic Theocracy. Our two countries has served in numerous wars together in the past, and it would not be right to leave them alone to face your gathering military forces. You have made a choice that will turn the region of Greysteel into a war zone, which could result in the deaths of numerous young men and women. I am truly sorry for this but in the light of your war against Alexiandra, that the United Islamic Theocracy has no choice but to declare war on the People's Federation of Nerotysia.

Signed,
Rania Al Abdullah
Prime Minister
The United Islamic Theocracy of North African Empire

[Zammora]

The Greater Empire of Zammora
The Imperial City of Makadon

Small drops of rain descended upon the runway, the occassional flash of lightning far away in the gloomy horizon of the Imperial City. Only two men awaited the Gernonaise delegation, rather than the usual pompous entourage which usually encompassed the Zammoran delegation. One of these men was a simple security agent, the other man was one of the highest officials in the Greater Empire. Unbothered and unimpressed by the harsh winds from the airplane's turbines he stood grimly, his hands in the pockets of his trenchcoat.

As he spoke his words flowed like smooth silk, his voice sounded friendly and charming. Yet beyond this facade lurked a deeply calculating government official, namely the coveted position of 'Throne Envoy'. Where a normal diplomat merely represented the state, the Envoy represented His Imperial Majesty himself, and thus acted with His complete authority.

"His Imperial Majesty is honored to welcome such dear friends to His city. I trust that your flight has been satisfactory?" he said while extending his hand to Nister.