Der Ritterorden Invasion [DAR-Only, Closed]

[Hespero-Belkia]

CONCLAVE Mech Hangars- Acheron:

Will walked into the hangar, where Kyrios was working on the TF-001.

"The Order's on the move again," Will began. "They've launched another offensive, probably heading for Krakow. Will it be ready?"

"Again? Jeez, it's almost like I need to go out there and get my hands dirty," Kyrios said, looking down at his clipboard.

"We'll need everything we've got to push them back," Will replied. "And apparently the Order is in possession of a demon."

"Yeah, it should be ready, course that means you'll need me," Kyrios turned his head slowly. "Wait, they have what?"

Will sighed. "Yes, apparently they have a demon."

"Well...this changes things," Kyrios said, looking at the TF-001. "The TF-001 won't protect against demons. This might be another mission I won't return from. If I don't make it back, tell Dr. Celeste that CONCLAVE is hers."

Kyros left and came back a few minutes later in his bio-armor pilot suit.

"Will! I almost forgot. I made you something, I know it's not what you wanted, but I made you something. I'll need it, so be sure to be right behind me. Ok?"

"What is it?" Will asked.

Kyrios pointed at a hidden hangar and tossed Will a set of keys.

"Open it, I've gotta go!"

The hangar doors opened up, revealing a mech that resembled G1 Jetfire.

"It's the TF-002, a Jetfire suit meant to combine with my Optimus," Kyrios explained as he was loaded into the TF-001. "I'll need that unit!"

Will tossed the keys in his hand. "And I'll be right behind you!"

[NeuPolska]

Outside Lublin, NeuPolska

Ten heavily armored APCs drove on the road, the Vistula river on their left as they headed towards Warsaw. With them were twelve battle tanks, along with sixteen PL-01s. Six Hind helicopters flew overhead, containing a total of sixty heavily armored Winged Hussars. The main army division was already garrisoned in the city, and awaiting the ambush force's arrival. A similar situation was taking place with Poznan.

Two Fallen Angel aircraft were positioned near Lublin, one of which were in reserve for the defense of Warsaw. Only eight Fallen Angels have been built, with the rest in Krakow, Poznan, and Bialystok.

Thorn, Annexed NeuPolska

Tadeusz drove the car to the Torun military base gate, expecting to find his fellow soldiers. Instead he was greeted with a black-clad Halbbruder, who barked out, "papers?" at him.

"I'm sorry?"

"This is a restricted area. Show me your papers," the trooper clarified.

"Oh, uh...I'm sorry. I must have made a wrong turn," Tadeusz told him, beginning to pull out. The trooper brought two fingers to his mask, appearing to be communicating with the others, though Tadeusz couldn't hear anything. Once he was a safe distance from the base, he began the drive to Krakow, praying it still stood. As he drove, he noticed an ominous black Mercedes-Benz following him. As he looked back at it, he didn't see the vehicle speeding towards him, wielding a ramming device at its front. He turned his head as they made contact, instantly knocking Tadeusz unconscious with sheer force of the collision and his airbag.

[The Federal Republic of Simonia]

"It's been an interesting few days..much panic has occurred and well...stuff happened I guess."

[NeuPolska]

He nodded, although there was no chance Liz could actually see him, "Yeah. The Order's really screwing s**t up over here. Anything out in Simonia?"

[The Federal Republic of Simonia]

"It appears that a conspiracy to wipe out Charles and replace him with someone else has gotten too mature..so much that he's hiding out in Belkia doing god knows what"

[NeuPolska]

"Belkia?" he seemed surprised. "I didn't think anything could worry him that much. I do have to give him props for saving that Colonel Blackfield. I didn't think he'd make it out of there alive."

[The Federal Republic of Simonia]

"I truly don't understand that man sometimes...but yes. He's in Belkia and I'm sure he's gonna stay there unless I sign this thing on my desk right now"

[NeuPolska]

"Well, I was just calling to say that we should see each other again soon," he paused, "you know, if I don't make it through this war, just remember I love you."

[The Federal Republic of Simonia]

She sighs and shakes her head. "I know Dom..I know"

[NeuPolska]

"Your Majesty, we've got a bit of a situation developing in Warsaw! The Order's advancing!" a voice came from outside Dominik's room.

"Alright, Liz, I've got to go," Dominik spoke, "I'll try to call you again soon."

[The Federal Republic of Simonia]

"Sure" she smiles and hangs up. Sitting down and staring at the piece of paper.

[NeuPolska]

"Alright, what's going on?" Dominik demanded as he majestically exited the room.

"We've got reports that someone on the inside snuck their Stormtroopers inside. Our forces are fighting them inside the city fairly effectively, but they've got some sort of advanced APCs approaching with reinforcements from the North," Jan responded.

"Dammit. Where's our main force?"

"About thirty minutes away."

"Order them to circle around the city. We've got to hit them in the back and sides."

"Understood," Jan agreed, proceeding the lift a microphone to his mouth.

"What about Poznan?" Dominik asked Norriski, who happened to be standing nearby.

"I hear the troops we've sent will arrive soon."

"Good," he looked satisfied, then asked, "do we still have any troops left for our own defense?"

"Yes, we've got our current massive garrison, and then we've got a large force in Chrzanow."

"Chrzanow? I think I might know a guy..."

[The Federal Republic of Simonia]

(Obviously this would all be in Simonian so...)

Hizenberg Castle, Parkoria, Setif...

Victor passed the great oak doors of the castle as he headed for the guard house, in his hand he held a official looking paper, still hot from the copy machine. Walking up to the door he threw it open and marched over to the gate master.

"MAJOR!"

"Yes mien Warlord?"

"Recall all loyal members of the guard, the Monarchy has issued a warrant for my arrest and that order must not be carried out!"

"But sir! You can't possibly think that even the most loyal would fire upon his countrymen?!"

"Every soldier has sworn an oath to me and they will be expected to do this."

The Major sighed and nodded, giving Victor a salute "it will be done Mien Warlord..the castle will become a Fortress"

a few hours later, The Imperial Castle, Quay...

Elizabet bit her nail as she looked over the various maps and papers.

"Are all the units in place around the castle?"

"Yes your majesty..all except the force from Gurzön, they have refused to go to their positions!"

"Are we talking about a mutiny?!" The Queen exclaimed, looking up at Jenna.

"No your majesty..Fredrich has ordered no soldier to move unless he has received orders from his CO..."

"I am his superior officer!" She grumbled under her breath.

"He is obviously referring to Charles my Queen..."

"Then you know what must be done..send him his new orders, he will be taken by Pelican to Wolfenburg where he will gather his very best units and head south to take up firing position."

"Jenna nodded and left the room. And within a few minutes, Charles orders where sent..."

[The Federal Republic of Simonia]

Charles

Charles had finally returned to the green room, taking off his coat and laying it on the bed. He silently turned to the window and stared out of it onto the city being enveloped in darkness.

Just then his phone buzzed, sending out an ominous blue glow into the otherwise dark room. Charles noticed it and raised an eyebrow. slowly walking over to the bed and picking it up. He read through the text and lowered his brow, sighing heavily as he did so.

Packing up what little belongings he had he walked out of the room and towards Will's office hoping he would be there.

[Hespero-Belkia]

Richter was standing around outside Will's office when he noticed Charles.

"Um...can I help you?" he asked.

[The Federal Republic of Simonia]

"Yes well..I was going to give this to the good Emperor but if he isn't here then you can give it to him." he handed Richter a note before walking off, waving back at him as he did.

Charles walked out of the Palace and towards the Simonian Embassy. when he arrive the guards saluted him and he did the same, walking in heading straight for the roof. after an hour He, and anyone else walking around the Embassy and the surrounding area, could see the blackened shape of a Pelican coming out of the clouds and towards the roof. Turning as it landed the back door swung open and a serious looking Corporal beckoned the Warlord in.

"Welcome back sir, our orders are to head straight for Wolfenburg, from there you can take command."

Charles nodded and took a seat. "I am well aware of my orders Corporal, now let us not delay our journey...we all have more important matters to attend to."

The soldier nodded and closed the door. Soon the Pelican was off and speeding towards Wolfenburg. it was now that Charles sent Akira a text, not gaining the courage to call and risk explaining why she could hear the sound of jet engines. "Speel well" was what it said.

[Hespero-Belkia]

Akira got Charles's text and replied: "Speel well? The hell is that supposed to mean?"

[The Federal Republic of Simonia]

"Spëel means 'to sleep' in Simonian" he replies

[Hespero-Belkia]

"Oh. Well, you too. Do you have any plans for tomorrow?"

[The Federal Republic of Simonia]

He doesn't reply for a few minutes. "You'Lol hear of my plans tomorrow morning I'm sure"

[Hespero-Belkia]

Akira sighed before texting again: "I guess I'll let the suspense build, then. Good night, love you."

[The Federal Republic of Simonia]

He smiles at this and put his phone away.

a few hours later, Wolfenberg. ..
The pelican had come and gone and Charles now stood on the balcony overlooking the centeral square.

"Men, Women, soldiers of Simonia and Gurzön. Today we fscr a most difficult challenge we are not fighting foreign invaders or rebel mockaries, we face ourselves. .our own military, our own brothers and sisters. " he began, belting out his words as he did so. "Victor has betrayed us and our Queen, baracading himself in a castle he no longer deserves, and defends it with soldiers who he should no longer lead. Prepare yourselves men, we leave at 8:30" and with that...Charles had returned.

[Darwinish Brentsylvania]

D.B.S. Dacentrurus, 20 miles off the coast of Gdansk

"King Darscvwinn, are you ready to discuss your plans with Sampson?" asks one of his guards. The ships with 85,000 men were near Gdansk, and ready to reclaim the city. 5 air carriers and dozens of battleships were sailing with the command ship, DBS Dacentrurus. "Yes," Darwin replied. "Let's hurry up and get the merchant ships ready."

The guard quickly opened up a door, and Darwin stepped in.

"So, Darwin, tell me your plan to retake Gdansk from Ritterorden." spoke Sampson.

"Alright," Darwin said. "My plan is to send 1,000 of our men in merchant ships, carrying their supplies, and saying they are delivering supplies. We allow the ships to come during the next 2 hours, while we wait off the coast. At noon sharp, we should begin to make advance south down the coast. Once we land on the beaches of Gdansk and Gdynia, the 5,000 men sent in the merchant ships will have gotten ready at that point, and will make a surprise attack in the south. The forces moving north will be the most highly trained and well equipped troops. Within the next few hours, our troops will meet and Gdansk and Gdynia will be back in NeuPolish control. After that happens, another 100,000 of our forces will meet us in Gdansk. We'll make a slow advance into the Vistula, East Prussia, and Pomerania after that."

"I suppose it could work. But where will the troops on the merchant ships dock"

"In Gdynia, and then they'll move south."

"Alright, let's get the merchant ships sailing."

[Der Ritterorden]

Danzig Defensive HQ, Annexed NeuPolska

"Mein Herr, we're tracking ships approaching the coast. Judging by their insignias, they appear to be some sort of merchant ships, possibly Brentsylvanian," a radar called to his commander, a man by the name of Herr Thorsten.

"Merchant ships? For us or for the Poles?"

"I don't know, sir. I've tried to hack into their communications, but the damn Polish are still jamming the airwaves," the operator told Thorsten as he flipped on the receiver, which blasted Metallica's "Don't Tread on Me".

"We still have communications between us though, right?"

"Ja, mein Herr. Would you like me to inquire about their operations?"

"Ja," Herr Thorsten replied, "tell them they need to turn back now or they will be destroyed. There will be no contact with the outside world. Only our ships are permitted to access these waters."

"Jawohl, mein Herr!" The operator obeyed, flipping on his microphone to send a message to the merchant ships.

[NeuPolska]

Warsaw

"Goddammit, fire!" An artillery commander shouted as two men were cut down beside him. Eight field artillery cannons were set up on the other side of the Vistula, firing down on the fields outside the city in an attempt to weaken the invaders. Of the eight cannons, only four were still operable.

The cannons unleashed their power, raining their shells onto the field across the river, killing seven soldiers and disabling an APC. As the men attempted to reload the cannons, a sudden gunshot rang out close by. One of the Poles fell to the ground, a bullet hole in his back. The commander turned, clenching his SMG. Forty enemy soldiers aimed their assault rifles at the men, their gazes determined.

"Surrender now, or we will cut you down," one of them spoke.

"If you think we'll go down this easily, you're dead wrong," the commander replied in a grim voice.

"Schießen," the soldier spoke to the others. A sudden fury of lead tore through most of the NeuPolish soldiers, the commander himself hit in the shoulder and torso as he went down firing his gun. Soon the smoke cleared, leaving the Polish dead or dying next to their cannons, eight slain Ordensoldats in the grass.

"Get on the cannons. We will force the city into submission," the soldier spoke, directing the men onto the cannons. He turned to look behind him, where his men had killed the soldiers protecting the cannon crew. Pleased with the results, he turned back to his men.