Shards of Chaos and Order [IC•MT•OPEN•ATLAS ONLY]

by **The High Lords** » Tue Dec 02, 2014 5:24 pm

SHARDS OF CHAOS AND ORDER

It is modern day, and the Dominion is falling apart. The Lovarium Dominion, a component of the overall Dominion, and the Dozher Empire, the other component, are reforming. The two are re-affirming their Unification Declaration, and reforming in favor of a new Grönist government (think democratic socialism). However, due to historical tensions, the Dominion wants to continue its dominance over the Dozher Empire, and is hoping to take advantage of these reforms to do so.

However, the Dozher Empire has supporters. Supporters in the Assembly of Lords of Lovarium. And in order for the Lovarii to hold onto their control, the opposition must be rid of. Not too long after, news came out of two dead Lords, which made people speculate... And now it shall escalate...

[STUFF FOR VERSAIL AND ROSKI INTRODUCTION TO BE ADDED]

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MAP: FULL SIZE

Belligerents:
None, currently. They will be posted as the RP progresses.

Major Events:
Note: The dates offered on the RP posts may not align with the dates here. Dates have been edited to make more sense, ICly.
12/1 - 12/2 : Protests in Lovarium Square, Calingus (Dominion). Crackdown soon follows.
12/3 : Dozher Chancellor assumes emergency powers, gives national speech.
12/8 : Roskian fleets begin sailing for THL, Mikhail addresses nation.
12/12 : Giliberaftan Diplomatic Messaging
12/15 : Seizure of Culaceum, Mission Barnstorm
12/16 : Dozher announces Secession from Union
12/17 : Roskian Fleets Arrive, West Aurelian Warning
12/18 : Roskian Fleets Accepted, Fighting In Culaceum Intensifies

Edward Apollodorus Lanius
Calingus
Lovarium Dominion

Ned was beginning to get worried. First, the announcement of the Reforms, and then the two Ministers found dead, and now a protest over the deaths. Ned was reading the daily newspaper, and one article was the only article that he was paying attention to. Its headline blazed, Rioting in Calingus!. Ned thought it really was a bit much. He could see the crowds in front of the Grand Hall not too far away from his flat, and didn't see a whole lot of looting and destruction. Granted, there were a few tire-fires here and there, but that was more for the people's warmth than for the "people's insatiable thirst for destruction", as the paper put it.

"Good god, this isn't going to turn out well, isn't it?" Ned said, as his best friend, Robert, was creating some culinary concoction for breakfast.

"Yeah, I read that before you got up. It doesn't look good, even though it looks just fine from here." Rob paused. "I mean, really. The ONLY image they have in the entire newspaper about this is the tire-fire. Way to accurately depict things, Daily.

"True," said Ned, sighing, "but I just don't know how the government is going to handle it. It's just too obvious that the deaths of those two Lords were from foul play. I mean, they had to have been killed over this Reform thing. And the people aren't buying their explanations and statements and yada yada yada..."

"Ned - they're not going to take it well. Even the papers are publishing that crap! I'll bet you a few grand that the Daily isn't publishing on their own free will anymore. Not while these Reforms are going on."

"Oh, I won't take that bet - I agree with you. I just don't want to be here when the 'copters and trucks come flooding in... and when the protests actually turn into riots." said Ned, folding up the paper. Robert was done making his breakfast, and left out a plate for Ned. Rob announced that he was taking a shower, leaving Ned to himself and his breakfast.

Ned rose from his armchair, and took a look out the windows of the flat. He could see faint wisps of smoke, leftovers from the previous night's tire-fires. Not bothering to look at the rest of the scene, already disgusted by the coverage that the Lovarium Daily offered, Ned went over to the kitchen's table to chow down on what Rob made. It was a very nice vegetable omelet, mushrooms, onions, carrots, spinach, all wrapped up in a 3-egg omelet. Rob sure knew how to make good breakfasts, but Ned thought this was a bit large for a normal weekday's breakfast.

Also not bothering to ponder as to why Rob made a giant omelet, Ned let his mind wander. Indubitably, it took him to the subject of the protests. Ned tried to shake it out of his head, but then resigned himself to think on it. If he didn't resolve his thoughts, he never would get it out of his head, he reasoned. He knew that the government wasn't going to let the issue go to the masses, to be determined by the general citizenry. The centuries of political buffers re-affirmed the value of the government, and they weren't willing to let that go. But the people were tired of the old politics. Of the conservative ideologies. True, the government was readily heading towards economically liberal ideas, but the social aspects were the same as ever.

It was hard for Ned to not include the Dozher Empire in the picture, since they were so inextricably linked to everything that was happening. The new Assembly had been chosen last Thursday, and they were to release a new Constitution in six days - one that would be dominated by the Lovarii. The Dozher just wanted an equal share in the unified Dominion, but it just wasn't happening, if the Lovarium government could help it... Ned was going to have a very interesting conversation at the Main Office today...

Commander Pilate
Calingus
Lovarium Dominion

It didn't take long for it to escalate, since by the time that Ned got back home from the Main Office, the second round of tire-fires started up. These were just to keep the protesters warm, but of course, the government wasn't branding it that way. The State news and the supposedly "public" evening newspapers all had accusatory headlines and images that served to put the protesters in a bad light. Unbeknownst to the protesters, the senior High Lord from Lovarium gave out a televised statement from the Grand Hall, and promised the Dominion action.

It was time for Commander Pilate to deliver that action, and he was expected to do so in spectacular fashion. As so many had speculated, there would be helicopters and trucks, and the Lovarii government had practically given him free rein to make as many fireworks as he pleased - under one condition. No citizens were to be harmed, if possible, and none were to be killed. This would prove to be a little set-back for the commander, since he preferred live rounds to the little rubber ones they made him use.

Nonetheless, he had plenty of smoke grenades, flashbangs, tear-gas, the works. He and his troops would put on a little party for Downtown Calingus to witness. And the entire Dominion.

First came a helicopter, bearing a large loudspeaker device. It hovered in place, centered on the square, about 300 feet up. It's blades were sending gales of wind to the surface below, buffering the flames of the tire-fires, sending smoke into the lungs of unsuspecting protesters. Suddenly, the loudspeaker activated with a loud crackle, then blasted out a message. "CEASE YOUR ACTIVITIES, AND LEAVE THE PREMISES IMMEDIATELY." Twice, this message was repeated, and the masses below looked around uncertainly. The commander was watching the scene unfold by a camera mounted on the helicopter's belly. He could see some fringe groups leaving, taking some side streets to what would be their homes. Those people knew well, he thought.

After the third set of warnings, the helicopter announced, "YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE TO EXIT THE SQUARE.". Finally, the helicopter ceased hovering, and took off, flying in between and then over the buildings that towered over the square. Not too long after, the commander nodded. He sat in a mobile command unit, a half-track that towered a story tall. It took up three lanes of a street, which posed a logistical challenge, since the government had to arrange for all two-lane streets to be emptied of parked cars that could pose a danger to the mobility of the MCU.

As he nodded, the driver took notice of his action, and executed the order. He began notifying the other groups that surrounded the square, and started up the MCU. The half-track grumbled, and then groaned. It's engine blasted out momentarily, certainly giving a very loud audible warning to the protesters in the area. They would have nowhere to go, immediately, though, since Jeep groups surrounded the square by major street-ways. The commander's plan was set in motion.

The Jeep groups' soldiers fired blank rounds in the air, as to warn the protesters further, who did not seem to be moving - regardless of the military forces that headed for them at that very moment. The MCU approached the Hall, and Commander Pilate could see the spires of the grand building.

"Give them a few flare missiles!" ordered the commander. At his order, three flare missiles were fired up above the protesters, illuminating the square. Then the missiles exploded as they began to lose luminosity. The resulting boom shook the crowd below, and began to convince the protesters that this was no child's play. But there was no time for them to get out, since the Jeep groups had closed in on the square, and the soldiers were harassing the crowd.

Some were firing their rubber ammo into the crowd, not bothering to allow the crowd to escalate on their own, and others were shoving people around, knocking a few protesters into the ground. Another helicopter floated into the air above the square, and turned on intense floodlights, and the Jeeps switched on their brights as well. Soon, the square was full of loud noises and bright lights, screaming soldiers and protesters, blanks being fired and rubber bullets as well, Jeeps revving, and the commander was taking it all in. He hoped this would be enough for the Lords...

by **Roski** » Wed Dec 03, 2014 5:10 pm

Seat of Power (no official name yet, its the government building in which the Premier resides)
Federal District of "Russo"
Russo

The troubling images from The High Lords filled the room, using a television that was often used to display intelligence. YouTube videos from bystanders and protesters alike filled the screen, and the obviously degrading situation in The High Lords was shown, in the eyes of what many foreign nations would see as the Victims. Sure, they were likely victims, and maybe didn't deserve the fierce counter-attack against them, however, this didn't validate betraying a long-time ally. Who would Roski be if they, a nation known for its violent removal of crime, were to call out the High Lords on these actions. In fact, many members of the group agreed that The High Lords was more than allowed to use this form of force, and Mikihal even joked that they weren't firm enough.

But what came with this is the issue of Versail. Versail and The High Lords, two ideolistic opposites, had been at minor states of what could only be explained as glaring. Versail, a very large and powerful nation who bordered The High Lords was considered to be the biggest threat, and Roski had to deter Versail without actually calling out Versail.

And then, it was decided, that Mikihal Vorthy would make a speech. He was given 30 minutes to write the speech, and the Roskian people were alerted that their Premier would speak soon.

When the thirty minutes had passed, Mikihal came to speak.

THE FOLLOWING MESSAGE HAS BEEN TRANSLATED FROM ROSKIAN TO ENGLISH FOR YOUR CONVIENECE. FOR THOSE NATIONS WHO DO NOT SPEAK ENGLISH, PLEASE CONTACT YOUR LOCAL PROVIDER BEFORE ATTEMPTING TO TRANSLATE. IT IS UNDERSTOOD THAT THE ENGLISH MAY BE SLIGHTLY OFF GRAMMAR. THANK YOU FOR READING THIS ANNOUNCEMENT

Nations of the World, People of Roski. Today, we have all been troubled by the images of the major disturbance happening in one of our Comrade nations. We cannot allow our Comrades to fall... to these false protestors who call themselves the "Dozher Empire," and it is the official stance of Roski that the "Dozher Empire" is not a legitimate nation, and is under rightful territory of the "Lovarium Dominion', otherwise known as the true people of "The High Lords". The Roskian People also pledge their support for Lovarium, and is willing to send troops to see if we can end this conflict before it escalates. This, however, also serves as warning. Any nation that attempts to Militarily support "Dozher" will be met with fierce military consequences.

Today, in Internal Affairs, The Roskian Comrade Corporation has announced that military production is flying beyond our known past. And I'm proud to announce that after serious testing, they have been awarded a contract for nearly 4 million of a new tank designs, which has been dubbed "Mach 1". This new tank will be expected to replace our "Liberators" by the end of 2016, and by May of 2015, it is expected that half of the deliveries would be finished.

Today, in Agriculture, Kithy Varuskof of Kiavan has grown a new form of carrot, that helps to circulate blood flow, using a substance we have dubbed as "Miiraculal". Since Kithy is the only farmer in Roski qualified to grow using this substance, she has decided that she will open a new market in Russo that will allow many people to visit.

Today, in Economy, foriegn stock exchanges in The High Lords have dropped significantly, while Roskian businesses grow slightly larger. In comparison, however, it seems that no change has been made to the value of The High Lords currency.

Today, in Education, Mikij Vamounif of The City of Beruty has made a miraculous discovery, which may aid the Roskian Combat against Virus Strain Z-0914 that is plaguing the federal districts of Mit and Lokan. This discovery involved a combination of Mescaline with a virus found in dog feces, that when put together in a liquid form, seems to eat away at viruses, while causing very little damage to the internal organs of nearly 50 monkeys. However, there are still some cases that in which the virus found in the dog feces is not de-activating. More discussions will continue this weekend about this new find, including top Medical officials in Roski and Valaran.

by **The High Lords** » Wed Dec 03, 2014 6:33 pm

Ulyanin Mazhenisky
The Imperial Hall
Korosk, Dozher Empire

Ulyanin Mazhenisky slammed his fist onto the table, face contorting into seething anger. "They cannot do this to us!"

"Sir, they can do whatever they want, technically. Nobody really set any rules for the Reform..." said Lord Kurbork, sighing.

"First, they go and kill off two of our biggest supporters - don't you shake your head, Nemerov, you know they did!" Mazhenisky raged. "And now they go and crack down on a protest like this? Who the hell do they think they are!?" Mazhenisky slammed his fist down again onto the solid wood table, not bothering to register the pain.

"Mazhenisky. We've been losing ground for decades now. It's not likely that they're going to let us take it back. The Assembly has been largely dominated by the Lovarii, and the High Lords were Lovarii for years. They knew that we'd get the 3/5 majority in the last election, that's why they forced the Grönist Reform in the months before it. They're crafty little bastards, and they're never going to give it up." Kubork said.

"Well, we need to act now!" Mazhenisky said, his voice beginning to grow weaker with each last shouted series of words. He knew that he wasn't going to be able to change anything during his tenure as a High Lord. For now, all he was was a High Chancellor, ruling the Empire in the Emperor's stead. All he could do is make threats and torment the Lovarii, and try to interrupt the reforms as much as he could. He'd been bringing up issues and protests in the Reform Council of Lords.

One of the rules that the Lovarii set before the election, the rules of the Reform, was that no High Lord could run to be Reform Councillor. Through many scheming loopholes and stipulations, they had managed to weasel their way into power, and now they were doing it again. For now, the High Lords for the Reform Council were 3 Lovarii and 2 Dozher. Ulyanin had given many passioned speeches as to why the Council needed to be Dozher majority, and his counterparts did as well. But the regional Councils of Lords all elected in secret, turning out their Lords for the Reform Council. And since the elections for the High Lords were also secret, the Reform Council's Lords could vote either way, Lovarii or Dozher, regardless of homeland.

Ulyanin Mazhenisky had nearly gotten himself killed with vodka overdose, wallowing in anger and misery that some of his fellow countrymen had managed to vote for Lovarii High Lords. All the Lovarii Lords voted for their own - why couldn't the Dozher Lords do the same? But the Lovarii Lords had all voted for their own because there was no opposition. The Lovarii had killed them off, Mazhenisky was sure. And now they were cracking down on pro-equality protests? Shameful. Despicable.

"I won't have it anymore. If Lovarium won't play fair, I won't either." Mazhenisky said, somberly. "I'm declaring full emergency Chancellorship powers."

The Imperial Hall thundered out in applause, thus ending a two day debate on what the Empire of Dozher would do. Many were proponents of action, but of what, they did not agree on. Others were proponents of continuing with the Reform, but this idea became less and less popular. Now, all the Lords of Dozher were in agreement, ready to stand behind their Chancellor in action.

Edward Apollodorus Lanius
Calingus
Lovarium Dominion

Ned, much to his detriment, rather than his surprise, was working overtime at the Main Office. Ever since the crackdown last night, which Ned thought was uncalled for, the Main Office had been busy with foreign communications and statements. The one from Roski was quite nice, but Ned didn't really agree with it. He knew that they had to be mulling over the fact that the protesters were the victimized. And troops? That couldn't be good.

It wasn't his place, however, to comment on anything. Which was interesting, since his job at the Main Office was to comment on things. Really, all Ned did was tell the Lovarii Senators what they wanted to hear, otherwise he'd lose his job. Papers piled on his desk, and he compiled reports and statements for the Senators to read in the Senate, and for the Reform Council Lords, or at least the Lovarii ones, to read.

One of them was a statement from a Dozher Lord of the province of Navskaya. It was a mess for Ned to read - full of expletives and raging statements seething with anger. His inbox blew up while he was off work, and it shocked him at how many e-mails he got when he went back into his office. There will be no end to this, Ned thought. No end.

by **The High Lords** » Thu Dec 04, 2014 7:49 pm

Edward Apollodorus Lanius
Calingus
Lovarium Dominion

"Well, there that goes. We're not getting out of this alive. Lovarium and Dozher will end up spitting on the Unification Declaration and trampling on it." Ned said.

"Yep... over four centuries of union..." Rob said, making a phwoo sound. "Gone."

Ned shook his head, as he continued reading his Lovarium Daily. "You know, the Main Office was shit today. Papers piled on desks, people running about... This stuff is just too crazy for us to handle. It's too crazy for the government, the nation, to handle. Lovarium isn't going to handle it well, if at all."

Rob could only nod, and he took the paper from Ned's offering hands, ready to read the speech for himself. The speech that the paper published was the Chancellor's speech - the Chancellor of Dozher, Ulyanin Mazhenisky.

Men, women, and children of Dozher. Of Lovarium. Of the world.

I speak to you all today to keep us all informed and understanding of the situation. As many of us, especially those living in the Dominion, already know - things are falling apart. Our two nations, the Lovarium Dominion and the Dozher Empire, were to reform. To renew the Unification Declaration established in 1588.

But it must seem to not be so. The Lovarium Dominion is intent on seizing and holding the control that they have been slowly obtaining since the reforms in 1888. We all agreed to the reforms in the name of Grönism, but it was all just a play for Lovarium. A power play. How dedicated they are to Grönism, I do not know, but I can tell you all that the Dozher Empire will not be. We will not be, if Lovarium will not conduct the reforms in proper order.

This means - no interference. No killing of Lords. No exploitation of hidden rules and loopholes. Our two nations were to have equal standing in the Assembly of Lords. But that wasn't to be so, as evidenced by the Lovarii's increasing power. Our two nations were to have equal standing in the Reform Council. But that was not to be so, as evidenced by the killing of Lovarium Lords. Our two nations are to have equal standing in the Grönist Dominion's government. But I have no faith this will happen.

The Dozher Empire, ever since the 1888 reforms, has not been equal to the Lovarium Dominion. We were supposed to be, as it was written in law, but it never really happened. And it never really will happen, if the Lovarium Dominion gets its way. And that is why I am done.

I will not play by their rules anymore. The Dozher Empire shall not, either. I will not stand idly by, while the Lovarii play the puppetmasters. The Dozher Empire shall not, either. I will not give concessions to the political demands and persuasions of the Lovarii. The Dozher Empire shall not, either!

That is why, with the full support of the Dozher Assembly of Lords, I am declaring emergency chancellorship powers. I am doing this in the name of the Emperor, and for the people of the Dozher Empire!

We shall not stand idly by, but we shall take action. We will protect our rights and demand our equality! We cannot allow the Reform Council to continue, as long as its members are corrupted and complacent. We must set in stone our equality!

It is time for the nations of Lovarium and Dozher to fully recognize each other as equals, and finally adhere to the laws set in 1588 and 1888.

Naskaras! Naskaras, monya neketurnya!*

*Dozher to English: Forward! forward, my people!

by **West Aurelia** » Fri Dec 05, 2014 5:20 am

Official Statement of the Republic of West Aurelia

The eternal state, conquered by no enemy

Date: December 5, 2014

The government of the Republic of West Aurelia urges all concerned parties to exercise restraint in regards to the situation in the Dominion of the High Lords. The West Aurelian government condemns any use of excessive force by government forces and any unlawful actions undertaken by protestors. The West Aurelian government urges all concerned parties to solve relevant disputes by using peaceful channels and not by using unlawful behavior or any other acts which may lead to a deterioration of the situation. The West Aurelian government reiterates its support for a peaceful outcome to the current situation.

by **Roski** » Sat Dec 06, 2014 4:28 pm

Russo
Capital of the Political Entity: Roski

Politicians and Nationalists alike commended Roski's approach to the situation, and the Roskian People knew what it meant... Roski was going to war. This time, it would have a population's support within the country they would be entering.

Lovarium and Dozher, both large regions in The High Lords, of which one decided that its weakness was taken as a sign of "oppression", and that it would stand against the "oppressors". Mikihal saw straight through their lies, and he sought to bring peace by, of course, pounding the life out of this rebellion. He had made a series of statements, de-recognizing Dozher, and also calling the people's similar to the scum that his Police wiped from Roski. This almost immediately got Roskian support, as the population showed its nationalism by burning all references to Dozher found in Roskian literature. Mikihal Vorthy had also decided that he would begin, now.

"How is the readiness of the RSS Tripton Carrier Fleet?" he asked his Head Admiral.
"It will leave at the top of the hour"
"Very good," said Mikihal, not actually paying attention. He began looking at a map of The High Lords.

"This would be a simple island hopping task, me thinks. I don't think that it would be too hard to crush this... childishness that has spawned within THL" he thought to himself.

Mikihal Vorthy then addressed the nation, saying simply that Roski completely supports Lovarium and will take every action to eliminate the Dozher rebels.

And this, to its furthest extent, only made Roski cry for the war more.

by **Roski** » Thu Dec 11, 2014 3:21 pm

Roskian MIlitary Begins Military Exercises, Army Still Sharp
Roskian International News Corporation

Roskian Army fires MRL Systems

Bright lights and sometimes loud explosions characterize Roski's northernmost areas, as the Armed Forces of the Roskian People have begun a major military exercise today. Roskian Soldiers advance across a mock field, of which some are equating to ones you would see in Dozher. Over 150,000 Roskian Army and Air Forces took part in the northern mock advance, while two fleets took place in a mock battle in the Sea of Roski. Little is known about how long the war games will continue, but after troubling statements from Mikihal Vorthy the past weeks, especially those supporting Lovarium in what seems to be an ever growing series of hostilities.

Roskian Fleets participate in a mock attack on another fleet

This is one of the largest war games in Roskian History, but they are showing promising results in terms of Roski's military power.

"They are still rather sharp. It suprises me that these men are capable of doing this after having very few exercises directly relating to combat for some time" said Roskian Master Sergeant Triju Makaruity.

However, some residents are troubled, directly connecting the war games to an ever growing conflict in The High Lords and a mock cold war against the Zerinite Government. Many claim that Roskian belligerence could be its downfall. However, Mikihal Vorthy has claimed that the war games were pre-scheduled, and that the conflicts have nothing to do with the timing. However, citizens felt inclined to disagree when immediately after this message, he called all reserve military personnel into activity. He also stated the possibility of conscription, which send shocking alerts across the country. He has however warned of a major emergency system test country wide on Tuesday of next week.

by **Giliberafta** » Fri Dec 12, 2014 11:46 pm

Moss CIty
Excutive Office, Praese Palace
11:40 P.M. December 12, 2014

Praeses Kaius Antipater sits in his office alongside with his Foreign Affairs Minister Bill Maher and his National Defense and War Minister Charles Dawkins. Kaius has growing concerns of The Lovarium Dominion and the Dozher Empire. Kaius knows that a civil war may brew upon this, which can probably cause Versail to get involved, since it has been a threat to the Dominion. The Praeses did not want his allies possibly splitting each other apart. But then again, he does not want to defend either of them, fearing an attack on his nation. And when word hit that Roski will start moblilization, all the Praese had to say was,"WHAT THE FUCK!" But of course, such repsonse to the situations were kept in secret, not wanting the media to go crazy.

Bill Maher is very in favor of trying to diplomatically solve the issues before them get out of hand. "It is our responsibility to prevent from having a civil war occur in the Dominion, while not allowing Versail invade Roski, and Roski possibly attacking Versail. And not t-"

"Whoa, whoa, Bill, listen to what your saying!" Shouted Charles Dwakins. " We may not be a military strong nation, but how can you justify that Versail will attack the Dominion? Yes, tense were and still are high, but the nation would not do such a thing now, Roski, may attack Versail and the two armies can be debated to have equal amount of force, thus taking one little screw up for one side to win."

"Yes Charles, that is true, but pride can offer blur the vision of one nation of the truth. It is better to play saf-"

"Bill, I understand that you manage foreign policy, and I know you have a lot of knowledge and experience of this, but let us take advantage of this and declare war on Versail and take it land, because it can possibly invade us one day too."

Both the Praeses and Bill were shocked to hear such word come out of the Minister's mouth." Alright men, I think I will go with Bill's decision and begin to send messages to the nation's leaders. Thank you for your time." The two ministers left the office, leaving the Praeses to write his messages.

by **The High Lords** » Tue Dec 23, 2014 1:35 pm

Edward Apollodorus Lanius
Calingus
Lovarium Dominion
8:55 PM

Ned was shocked at the volume of papers flowing through his office, most especially the coded ones from the Military Intelligence. The MILV (Military Intelligence of Lovarium "Five") was sending in numerous reports from many sources, ranging from drones to satellites. What was interesting about these reports that they didn't consist of the usual codenames. "Foxhole" and "Barnstorm" were some places that were commonly referred to, but these names were "Wolfpack" and "Icicle".

He was delegated to the job of shuffling papers and directing them to where they needed to go, a task that irked him. Normally, he'd be the one translating these, and conversing with Intelligence Directors in person. He wondered about the reason for the sudden demotion. It probably had something to do with his past in the Dozher Empire, as an ambassadorial advisor - the Dominion probably didn't trust him with these military papers.

Ned did know, however, that the Dominion had its sights set on something else, other than it's usual targets, such as the Nodorsk Island or its westerly neighbor, Versail. Seeing as the recent tensions between the two states of the Dominion, Lovarium and Dozher, were escalating, Ned figured it was Dozher. Wolfpack, Icicle, Snowbank, all cold-related things, all befitting a region that was cold 200 days out of the year.

He did his job as mindlessly as possible, and tried not to attract attention. He had his reservations while doing this early on in the day, but now he knew that something was up, and it wasn't going to be good. All Ned wanted to do was get out of there as fast as possible. The clock struck 9, and Ned dropped his papers, clocked out, and went out into the night. He had to get home first.

Commander Pilate
Culaceum
Independent Unified Territory
9:30 PM

Pilate was ready for his next mission. He had to keep low after his actions in the Central Square, gassing and shooting the protesters. He didn't feel bad, though. The gas was temporary, and the bullets were rubber pellets. No real harm done, Pilate thought. But this next operation would call for more drastic measures. Sure there'd still be gas and rubber bullets, but there would be reserve units with live ammunition in case if things went south.

He rode in the same MCU as he did in the previous mission, and was rolling up M-23 to Culaceum. Rumbling, all 12 wheels taking impacts from potholes and the track providing stability in the back, Pilate remained stable in a bouncy chair. He and his troop had went around Lovarium a few hours ago, taking DR-131 to avoid attention from the city's inhabitants. If his map was accurate, and the Military Intelligence kept its GPS satellites functioning properly, he was about 10 miles off of Culaceum, and just about ready to enter the Unified Territory, a zone that was owned by neither Lovarium nor Dozher. However, that was about to change today.

"Launch 10-14, Delta, Alpha, Sigma. I repeat, Launch 10-14, Delta, Alpha, Sigma. We are go for Mission Barnstorm." Pilate announced through his comms, relaying the orders to Command back in Calingus. He also notified his troops, detailing one last time, the specifications of the mission.

Felix Cornelius
Main Office, exterior
Calingus
Lovarium Dominion
9:30 PM

Felix Cornelius, Consul of the Lovarium Dominion, rose to the podium. This was his third speech in two weeks. The first was one warning Supreme Chancellor Mazhenisky for taking Emergency Powers, and that it would destabilize the Dominion. The second was threatening action, if the Dozher Empire did not co-operate with the Reform Council. Since then, the Dozher Empire had not responded to the Council's requests for attendance - only 23 members from the Empire arrived to the first meeting.

Felix Cornelius could not allow this to go on any further. The rash and stupid actions of Mazhenisky were putting the Dominion's stability at risk, and for the past two weeks, it had no government. It was merely a unified nation, consisting of two autonomous states, only in name. There was no Assembly of Lords to rule over the two. There was no Reform Council creating a more modern government. The Dozher Empire had thrown all caution to the winds. It was time to act.

And thus, the Consul of the Lovarium Dominion began his third speech in two weeks.

"Citizens of the Dominion. Citizens of the Empire. I speak to you both, today, to try to repair relations. I understand that times are tough, and decisions are hard to make. This is why my decisions are even harder to make, since they are direct consequences of yours. Especially of those of the Dozher Empire.

My decisions are not hastily made, nor are they simple. I take utmost care in exploring every facet, every possibility. However, I fear that the Dozher Empire's actions of recent have made my decisions relatively straightforward. I am faced with only one choice, for the other is too unreal to choose.

I can either pick the choice that brings the Unified Dominion to a fall, dividing the two States of Lovarium and Dozher, or I can unite them again. I choose to unite them again. I have chosen this before, and pleaded with the Dozher Empire to co-operate. But they reject any opportunities for dialogue and understanding. This is why, I have decided to, with the support of the Senate, to mirror my Dozher equivalent, and declare myself Dictator. I do this in service to my citizens, not in my own interests. I claim this title, of Dicatator of the Lovarium Dominion, to assure the re-unification of our two States.

The time for dialogue and understanding is not yet past, but I believe that it will have to accompany the time of force. Our words and pens might be as mighty as the sword and bullets, but I fear that real swords and real bullets might serve better in times like these. It was my decision, but it was as a consequence of the Dozher Empire's insistence that they will not co-operate. God be with us all."

Felix Cornelius stepped down from the podium, and quickly entered the Senate Building. The reporters were all clamoring and snapping pictures, and Cornelius wasn't going to answer any questions. Right about now, Commander Pilate and his forces would be closing in on Culaceum.

Commander Pilate
Culaceum
Independent Unified Territory
9:50 PM

The Commander closed in on the city, with another group arriving from Dover in the North. He radioed over to Commander Lanius and his division. "Closing in, minus 5 miles. Are you prepared?" The answer was an affirmative, and the two forces were ready to meet in Culaceum. Since, technically, it was a Independent Territory, there were no military forces in the area. However, both nations insisted on defending their holdings, such as banks, buildings, and so on, Dozher had some troops doing so.

Firstly, the air forces arrived. 10-14 had shown up, with their three wings, Delta, Alpha, and Sigma. Sigma was a helicopter group, which flew low, and closed in on the city. Two chooppers peeled off left, two to the right. Six remained on their present course, and then peeled off left and right further down into the city. Two helicopters situated themselves in the center of the city, and then executed their mission. Loudly, they announced their presence, and their intentions.

"THIS IS THE LOVARIUM DOMINION'S SIGMA HELICOPTER GROUP. WE ARE HERE TO SECURE THE CITY OF CULACEUM FOR THE DOMINION. ALL OPPOSING FORCES OR CITIZENS ARE ENCOURAGED TO EXIT THE CITY. THERE ARE SHIPS AT THE PORT, READY TO TAKE YOU BACK TO THE DOZHER ISLANDS." Again, this message was repeated, twice. Some helicopters could see people beginning to exit their residences and workplaces, heading to the port. Some Lovarium ships were ready to transport them to Murmansk, in the Dozher Island of Mederov.

Next, the MCU entered the city limits, along with several tanks, GRD-21s, to be exact. They really weren't necessary, but it was just in case if things went wrong, and somehow the Dozher forces smuggled a tank or two into the city. An infantry group radioed into the MCU, with a new report. "23rd Infantry reporting. We've arrived at the Dozher Sector. Forces are active and on full alert. Moving in, and giving warnings."

Commander Pilate gave the affirmative, and then listened in to another SIT-REP from the 15th Infantry. "Moving in on the Assembly Hall. Dozher Forces are exiting, weapons down. Proceeding with caution." At least they knew to stay away from the Hall. It would be disastrous for them if they decided to make a stand in there. Pilate nodded to the officer giving out the comms-orders, and he sent out the affirmative. All was proceeding to plan.

However, about 10 minutes later, a comms report came back from the 23rd Infantry. But Commander Pilate didn't need to hear what it said, since the gunfire in the distance gave him an idea. "23rd reporting! Dozher forces have made contact! Warnings failed to deter, and now they're using live ammo!"

Pilate groaned, and then authorized the use of live ammo against belligerents in that sector. It turned out that the Dozher soldiers in the region weren't going to leave on their own. Reports coming from the Sigma Helicopter group told Pilate that people weren't leaving the sector, probably due to the live bullets flying around. But other districts of the city were responding well, taking the military's instruction to leave. Some infantry groups were helping the citizenry of Dozher, highlighting routes to the ports and giving rides in the APCs and Jeeps.

Lieutenant Negerus
23rd Infantry
Dozher Sector, Culaceum
Independent Unified Territory
10:32 PM

The Lieutenant was being peppered with bullets from the Dozher forces across the street. He fired a few rounds back with his AR-150 rifle, a standard issue. He shouted to his squad-mates, "Over there, over there, retreat!" he pointed to a small pile of rocks, to their left-rear, that were probably left-overs from a construction project. He ran back, ducking every now and then as his squad-mates provided covering fire. "Get away from the damn car!" he yelled to a squad-mate that was perilously close to a car that had begun smoking.

His squad had already taken a hit, with the Dozher forces sniping off one of his men in surprise. But his mission still remained the same, press forward, and clear the city. It was proving to be more difficult than he thought it would be, since the Dozher troops were more numerous and better-equipped than reports had indicated. Possibly they were anticipating this kind of attack, but that would have to mean distrust between the two States for a long time.

Negerus fired several more rounds, hitting a soldier that was recklessly firing full-auto, standing in the open. Rookie. But he could hear, even over the blasts of the rifles, a slow rumbling. He could feel it too. Looking backwards only after dropping down to safety, he could glimpse an outline of a tank behind him. It was blocks away, but floodlights shone in his direction, illuminating both his squad and the Dozher forces. "TAAAAAAANK!" he shouted, warning his squad. He didn't know the Empire had any tanks in this city. It couldn't be possible.

His squad rushed backwards, retreating again, giving each other covering fire as usual, into a large stone building. Closer inspection told the Lieutenant that it was a Bank, one that was sure to have closed down for the night. He tried the doors, but they were locked, and mesh covered the glass windows, barring entry. He peeked out around the corner, hoping to see the tank again, but as he stepped into range, Dozher soldiers opened fire on his figure.

Dropping again, he made sure that a car covered his profile, guarding his rear. Signalling to his squad, he had them cover his back with supressing fire at the Dozher forces, and then snuck forward. He could see the tank more clearly, something he recognized. It was hard to tell exactly, with only a shadow figure to see - the floodlights were very bright. Suddenly, the turret moved from the other side of the street, turning to the left side, where his squad was. It fired.

But it hit the street in front of them, showering the Dozher forces with crumbled asphalt and dust. By this, Negerus could reason that is was one of the Dominion's GRD tanks that came with them. It came closer, and continued firing at the street, not at the buildings. Soon after, more infantry forces came to their location, and relieved them. This was going to be a difficult mission. This city wasn't going to turn easily.

Ulyanin Mazhenisky
The Imperial Hall, exterior
Korosk, Dozher Empire
The next day, 10:00 AM

"... atrocity! How dare the Lovarii do this? We would not allow our Unification to be dissolved by a bunch of upstarts such as them! We only demanded equality! Fairness! Co-operation! But our terms were never met, and now they respond with this? I say no!

Same as when I declared Emergency Chancellorship Powers, I will defend our great Dozher Empire! The time for timidity is over! No more apathy! No more sitting back! It is our time to seize what is ours, and what is ours is our national unity! I am done, and the Lords are done, with Lovarii meddling, bullying, and harassment!

I declare a full and irrevocable secession from the Unified Dominion, and do declare a strong, independent nation of Dozher. The Empire will rise again, and we will not stand for the Lovarium..."

Admiral Undirov
DINS Narkossev
North Imperial Bay

"Sir, orders from High Command."

"Very well. Allow me to read them." Undirov ordered. He took a moment to read over the report from High Command, concerning the most recent events. His face slowly dropped, as he read of the attacks on Culaceum, and hardened when he went over his Chancellor's delcaration of secession. It was finally that time.

"More orders, sir."

"I'll take those too. Thank you." He read over these, and they were outlining the Empire's next actions. One was that it was going to request the support of the MPCP, something that Undirov pushed for. The MPCP was the Empire's only lifeline, and it could save them from the Dominion's belligerency. Also, the Dozher Imperial Navy was to mobilize on the southern marine border, guarding the Kara Channel, the Lovarii Channel, and the southern portion of the Dozher Sea.

"Full speed ahead. We're getting out of this bay." he ordered of his men, and prepared to address his fleet.

OOC: Official Telegrams to nations will be done in another post, asking for assistance.

by **Roski** » Tue Dec 23, 2014 3:03 pm

RSS Tripton
Flagship of the Tripton Fleet, Flagship of the Roskian 1st Fleet
International Waters

"Sir, the fleet should arrive in Lovarium within a day. Do you think that we should make preparations for any attacks against us?"

"Not just yet, I'm not expecting a massive attack within a day or two. There's no reason to attack this fleet. I will however begin preparations to land in Lovarium. Get me the satellite communicator, I'll see if I can contact and of the Naval bases in Lovarium"

A young corporal left for a couple minutes, before returning with a cellular looking device. It appeared similar to a smartphone, however, it kept track of the warships in the Fleet, and it also made "all-calls" for non Roskian warships or entities.

The Admiral accepted it gladly, and then used it to send a message to Lovarium.

(its in bold for your viewing convienence.

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"Any and all Lovarium Dominion warships, Naval Bases, or Aerial Defence groups, this is the RSS Tripton, flagship of the Roskian First Fleet, and we request to enter your waters. The Fleet is a Carrier Group specifically dedicated to the RSS Tripton, with men, supplies, and expertise. We wish to make landing on any Lovarium port that would welcome us. We are a day's sailing away from Lovarium, we felt that this is suffiecent notice. Thank you for any hospitality you might give us."

The admiral decided that that was a good enough statement, and he set it to auto repeat every 5 minutes until it was answered.

A younger member of the Roskian Marines, a Private, thought about the area for a moment.

"Do we have a defence plan against Versail, Giliberafta, Dozher, Kuwabarka, or The URA?"

"No, just pray they don't attack before we are ready for Dozher."

The private frowned, clearly unhappy with the answer. Another member, one of communications members, intercepted a message from Mikihal Vorthy to Giliberafta.

"Sir, you may want to read this..." she said to the admiral, not happy with the message.

The Admiral was taken aback by the message. "Isn't Giliberafta one of our allies? Bloody hell Mikihal, are you trying to get all of us murdered?" the Admiral spit, angry at what he had just seen. "This is rudeness beyond comparison, we do need to watch ourselves. When we land in Lovarium, you," he pointed at a Roskian marine, "get a few men, and enter Giliberafta on a diplomatic mission. Do not bring any weapons. At all. Announce your sending before you enter. The Premier's actions could cause unwanted hostilities."

The marine nodded.

by **West Aurelia** » Wed Dec 24, 2014 2:49 am

The High Lords Travel Warning

The eternal state, conquered by no enemy

Date: December 24, 2014

The Department of State of the Republic of West Aurelia strongly recommends against any travel by West Aurelian citizens to the Grönist Dominion of the High Lords and urges all West Aurelians currently in the High Lords to depart immediately. This is in response to reports of armed conflict between the military forces of the autonomous states of the Lovarium Dominion and the Dozher Empire and the volatile situation in general.

The situation has been volatile since December 1, 2014, when protests erupted in the Lovarii city of Calingus over the deaths of two lords. A crackdown by Lovarii forces soon followed, further worsening the situation.

The State Department urges all West Aurelians currently in the High Lords to refrain from joining protests, riots, or other destabilizing acts, whether peaceful or non-peaceful, and to stay away from locations where such acts are taking place.

Should any assistance be required, West Aurelian citizens are urged to contact the West Aurelian Embassy in Culaceum.

by **The High Lords** » Fri Jan 09, 2015 6:33 pm

12/17/14

Edward Apollodorus Lanius
Calingus
Lovarium Dominion
9:55 PM, two days after the Culaceum Seizure

Ned was driving the M-33, southbound. Only a few hours before, he and Robert had loaded up the car and left their flat. There was some, rather, a lot of debate over it. Rob didn't see the need to leave, and really wanted to stay in the place he called home, but Ned had managed to convince him. After all, he worked at the Home Office, and he knew what things transpired down there. It was sure to get much, much worse, and Ned wasn't about to stick around and get caught in it all - even if his damned brother did. Robert, being his much wiser and sensical best friend, understood.

Now, they were heading southbound, to Giliberafta. It was an interesting decision, but mostly spurned by the diplomatic statement made out to him. It was probably an error on their part, which they most likely meant to address it to the Consul, now Dictator, Felix Cornelius. But sometimes people sent him the things, as the head of the Home Office communications. What he had read was a bit disturbing - enough to make him leave his country. There was some risk with driving so late at night, so far away from the city, since they might be stopped.

Dictator Felix Cornelius imposed a curfew on non-urban regions, meaning that a trip like this for any other Lovarii citizen would be highly illegal. But since Ned was no random citizen, rather, he was a relatively important government official that could claim secret business. Robert though, posed an interesting situation. If they stopped him, and he managed to explain his presence so far away from Calingus, how would he explain Robert? He supposed he wouldn't... Couldn't.

12/18/14

Admiral Nero Maxillius
LDMV Forza
Sea of Hadrian
Lovarium Dominion
6:00 AM, three days after the Culaceum Seizure

"We read you loud and clear, RSS Tripton. We read you loud and clear, RSS Tripton. Please sail to Fermium Point, and station your Fleet in the Sea of Hadrian. We'll be needing you soon. I repeat, please..." went the transmission from the carrier Forza.

Admiral Maxillius was preparing his fleet to sail around the peninsula, and engage Dozher fleets in the area. The Dominion wasn't very powerful on the seas - that was more Dozher's area of expertise. Luckily, the Roskians were able to provide some help in that. At the least, the Lovarii had two active fleets, and at most, four.

One was in the Sea of Hadrian, which Maxillius commanded. Another was in the Cadiera Sea, preparing to sail for the Kara Strait. The third was stationed in the Veir Bay, ready to meet Maxillius' Fleet when the time came. The last, however, was stationed on the open seas, west of the Sempit continent. For now, it would be trying to reach home as quickly as it could.

Commander Pilate
Culaceum
Independent Unified Territory
6:05 AM, three days after the Culaceum Seizure

"Fire one. Fire two. Fire three. Cease fire." Pilate said with almost no emotion, as he marked the firings of several artillery pieces onto the city of Culaceum. The situation had long since escalated from the initial Mission Barnstorm. Dozher civilians had vacated the city in favor of their home Islands, but on the same transports that took them away were more Dozher soldiers. Unbeknownst to the Lovarii, the Dozher loaded up some transport planes - which were intended to evacuate Dozher citizens that were not able to make it to port - with soldiers and equipment. By the time that the Lovarii wised up to the ruse, it was already too late, as civilians already boarded the planes and rendered them unattackable. Or, in Pilate's book, politically unattackable.

"Fire four. Fire five. Fire Six. Cease fire." Pilate said again, with even less emotion in his intonation. He was watching a screen marking the positions of the artillery units with respect to the Dozher sector. On it were little animations that marked the firing, and the path of the shells, and the destruction they caused. On a different screen, above it, was real time imagery of Dozher occupied buildings crumbling. If only the Dozher had wised up and left the city, there wouldn't be any of this. The citizens certainly did, but of course, Command wouldn't risk carpet bombing the entire Sector. It'd be too aggressive and risky, and therefore opted for precise artillery strikes being called in.

"Fire seven. Fire Eight. Fire Nine. Cease fire." Pilate said one last time, as the targets were practically being reduced to dust. If their intelligence was correct, that was one less Dozher stronghold in the north-eastern sector of the city. "Good. Mission's done, have the crews rest and reload." Pilate said, and turned to walk away. Strolling down the halls, away from the command room, he caught sight of the other Commander in charge of operations in Culaceum. He went to talk to Commander George Lanius, the man in charge of the northern assault force.

"Commander, it goes well, I assume?" Pilate said, offering his hand.

"Very well. We're making impressive advancements on the eastern front, especially with the artillery strikes you've been conducting." Lanius replied, taking the other Commander's hand and shaking it. "Word just came in from Command, we're taking this all the way." After he saw Pilate's reaction, he added, "Yes, I know. They want us to completely take down the Dozher resistance. If there's anyone shooting, we shoot back. If they hit us, we hit back. It's a total war situation in Calingus now."

"Damn. Well, let's hope they take the hint and surrender." He replied, before moving onto more important topics at hand.

Lieutenant Negerus
23rd Infantry
Dozher Sector, Culaceum
Independent Unified Territory
7:00 AM, three days after the Culaceum Seizure

"F__k! Over there!" He yelled, stretching his arm fully, to point at a target. The GRD-21 tank swiveled it's turret slightly to the right, and then only after Negerus dived to the left, it fired. It was on its last few shells, before it had to be resupplied by HQ, and Negerus was painfully aware of this. But the BMP was too much of a problem for the 23rd to deal with, especially with these buildings crawling with Dozher forces. The round fired missed, much to the dismay of the tank crew. The BMP fired some more rounds at the tank and it's infantry company before retreating around a corner.

"Are we calling arty?" Negerus yelled to the tank crew, over the cacophonous surroundings. The tank crew replied in the negative, fully confident that it could eliminate the threat on its own, without calling in risky artillery rounds. They trusted the MAUs, but not in a closed in environment such as this. A shell could easily hit the top of a building, explode, and throw shrapnel and debris everywhere. It was certainly effective at destroying targets, but it was not without its costs. The GRD-21 moved forward, with the 23rd Infantry in tow. They were going to hunt this BMP down.

Negerus went from cover to cover, alley to alley, up the street. All the while, Dozher forces would fire every now and then at the tank and the 23rd, hoping to hit something. So far, they'd been successful in killing two, injuring four more, and causing deafness in one more. The tank was unscathed by the rounds, but it deflected them everywhere, posing an additional risk for the 23rd. Negerus spotted a clear stretch of road around the corner, and the BMP was stationary at the end of it. He gave some arm signals to the tank crew, which they affirmed over the comms.

The tank rolled up to the very end of the street, just before the corner. It took a good few seconds to spin its turret, in preparation of the impending attack. If they knew any better, there would be some RPGs or something of the sort, ahead. That's why Negerus moved ahead, cover to cover, with the 23rd. "Clear!" he yelled, which may have seemed a bit odd, to the Dozher forces. It was most certainly not clear - the Dozher were all over this street. But that wasn't the intended meaning Negerus gave, which the Dozher soon realized.

The GRD-21 advanced, turning the corner. Quickly as could be, the crew acquired the target, and made some minor adjustments in the positioning of the arm. Since the BMP was closer, the tank crew was a bit more confident in their shot. Their only concern was if it managed to get behind cover before the shell made contact. The GRD-21 fired, sending their shell hurtling to the BMP. The BMP spun out, when they saw the tank suddenly round the corner, which slowed them down. But it was enough to send them forward when the shell was fired. But unfortunately for them, it wasn't enough to get away from the impending explosion of a car that the shell hit. The car, which must have been full of gas at the time, blew with such force that it overturned the BMP, damaging the gun at the top.

"F__k yeah!" Negerus shouted, but then quickly ducked as Dozher forces opened fire.

Supreme Chancellor Ulyanin Mazhenisky
The Imperial Hall, interior
Korosk, Dozher Empire
10:50 AM, three days after the Culacuem Seizure

"Well. This isn't going well." Mazhenisky said.

"Indeed. The Lovarii are intent on breaking down whatever we sent to Culaceum. It's apparent they aren't recognizing it as an Independent Unified Territory anymore. They've went and claimed it all, and they're going to evict everyone from Dozher, forcibly." Sherkov said.

"We've got to do something. Our ruse worked, but it won't work again. There's nobody left to evacuate anyway - all the soldiers are there to stay. They knew what they were getting into, when they boarded those planes. It's sad, how those Screamers are so dedicated to a cause."

"Yes. The Screamers are a rare breed of soldier, hard to find, hard to train, but very valuable. Are you sure sending them in Culaceum was the best decision?"

"Goddamn it, yes, it was! How dare you?" Mazhenisky roared, spinning around to face his inferior.

"My apologies, sir. But how do you expect to reinforce them? We've sent them to their deaths!"

"We'll reinforce them. I mean, we're at war."

Admiral Undirov
DINS Narkossev
Eighth Imperial Fleet
Lovarii Channel
2:00 PM, three days after the Culaceum Seizure

"Orders coming in."

"Let's see them." Undirov ordered, taking the papers from the officer - nodding in appreciation. "Ah, good. It looks like we're going to be moving soon. Just a little while yet."

"Yep. So, we're going to go onto the Dobrinium? I mean, that's what I assume what all the amphibs are for."

"You are most indeed correct. We've got a lot of army guys stuck in Culaceum, and it's our job, as usual, to save their asses."

Lieutenant Negerus
23rd Infantry
Dozher Sector, Culaceum
Independent Unified Territory
4:00 PM, three days after the Culaceum Seizure

"Dammit! Watch your six!" Negerus shouted out to a fellow soldier that was running back to resupply, who drew some fire from the Dozher forces up ahead. The Lovarii had made some incredible gains on the northwestern section of the Dozher Sector, sweeping around the mountain with ease. But it began to slow down, as the Lovarii compressed the Dozher forces in a smaller and smaller section. Yet, they wouldn't quit.

Negerus fired some rounds back at an increasingly troublesome position, where some Dozher had set up a machine gun in a window of a three-story flat. It was nearly impossible to get a good shot at it, since every soldier in the area was shooting at their heads as soon as they took a peek. Hopefully, they'd run out of ammo, and then the Lovarii could move right in. It'd be dangerous, Negerus thought, since it'd probably result in house to house hand combat in the buildings. Their tank was long gone, having to refuel and resupply. Negerus wasn't sure when the GRD-21 would be back.

"Get an RPG!" he said to another infantryman, who promptly dropped his rifle to search for a much more powerful munitions. It wasn't easy, since their equipment was all over the place in their bags. The launcher was found in one bag, with the rest of the small arms and ammo mags. It took him some more time to find the head, which was in a well locked case. More suppressive fire from the Dozher forces up ahead scared Negerus witless, as he cowered under the concrete berm - a roadblock. The bullets were eating away at the concrete, threatening to reveal the rebar beneath.

"Goddamn it! ETA!" Negerus said, starting to get nervous. He couldn't get away from this berm, in favor of an alleyway on the side of the road, since the machine gun had the area plastered with bullets, with more on the way. There was no response, as he saw the infantryman round the corner and aim quickly. Luckily, he had some training with an RPG, and sent the grenade on its way to the MG nest. The result was spectacular, with the whole front face of the flat falling away. Not very good construction, Negerus supposed. In the midst of the chaos, Negerus advanced to an alleyway about 10 meters in front, to the right.

He was met with a dead Dozher soldier slouched over at the end of the alleyway, which threatened to take away Negerus' lunch. Looking away as quickly as possible, he gathered his surroundings, trying to get a bearing of where he was, and where his enemy was. But he heard a loud bang, very close to him. The resulting adrenaline had him jumping around, looking for the source, and he didn't notice his leg giving away until he hit the ground.

Dictator Felix Cornelius
Main Office, interior
Calingus
Lovarium Dominion
7:00 PM, three days after the Culaceum Seizure

"This isn't going to go very well. I mean, West Aurelia and Giliberafta? We're going to need more international attention than that." The Dictator said.

"Of course. But, we've got a Roskian Fleet in the Sea of Hadrian. It's as good of support from an ally as we need. And we can always request support from Giliberafta in the south, when we need them." said Senator Tiberius. He was a man of simplicity, if there was something going for them, he'd run with it. No need to go overboard, he thought. However, the newly named Dictator didn't believe so.

"No. I mean, yes, it's good support, but we need more." Felix Cornelius said, shaking his hand when he stressed on "more". "We're going to need the whole PPDC. They've got to be the only reliable ally against the Dozher, and need I say it, Versail. Don't you shake your head! You know Versail's going to end up supporting the Dozher."

"It's highly probable, but if we don't bring in the PPDC, they probably won't see the need to call on their MPCP allies. If we could jus--"

"But if we had the full might of the PPDC allied with us, there wouldn't be a problem with the MPCP! We'd roll over Dozher, Versail, and whoever the damn else wanted to f__k with us!" he screamed, shaking his head and body violently, partially in anger, and partially for dramatic effect.

"Here's an idea, Felix. What if we didn't call upon the PPDC? What if the PPDC came to us?"

"What do you mean?"

"Here - let me explain fully. If we were to..."

12/19/14

Edward Apollodorus Lanius
Giliberaftian Border Crossing
Lovarium - Giliberafta
2:35 AM, four days after the Culaceum Seizure

"Rob. Rob. We're here." Ned said, driving up to the border checkpoint, shaking his friend. He breathed in relief, gazing into the lights ahead.

OOC: Sorry. Diplomatic TGs will be next post. I ask people to not post until I get that up tomorrow. Gili should be the only one with permission to post before me, since the next event will be the border crossing. From there, we can re-open the RP.

EDIT: I'm just not going to do the Diplomatic TGs...

by **The High Lords** » Wed Jan 14, 2015 12:23 pm

Commander George Lanius
Mission Ignition
City of Doverium
Lovarium Dominion
11:30 PM, 12/20/14

"Right. Left. Keep going straight for a while." Lanius said to the driver. The streets of Doverium were quite old, yet young. Compared to Calingus, the roads were brand new, paved with asphalt. But they were riddled with potholes and needed repairing. Every now and then, the driver would fail to miss a pothole, and it jarred the car with such intensity that Lanius grabbed onto the box with fear.

"So, we have to drop this box off? Where at?" Lieutenant Meniorus said, nodding to the box Lanius held. Lanius shook his head silently, and put a finger over his mouth, indicating silence. Meniorus understood the meaning - he wasn't cleared for such information. It seemed like nobody was cleared for anything, when it came to Ignition, since nobody but Lanius knew where it came from, where it was going, what it was, or who it was for.

"We'll get there when we get there." Lanius said, and then told the driver "Right again." The car was a nice Victoria Class MXB-4, manufactured in the turn of the century. It was a nice, beefed up car, and safe. But it didn't show off that it was a military car, not unless if someone looked inside to see all the passengers in military gear.

"Alright, slow up. Slow up." Lanius ordered. "Here's good." He said to the driver, and then nodded to the rest of the people in the car. Lanius popped open the door, and told the driver to stay there, and then closed it. It was a while since Lanius left the car, but Meniorus noticed something off, immediately. He wasn't coming back. But it was too late for them.

Lanius was walking very fast, jogging, if anything. He had a drained look to his face, maybe even fearful. He entered a nearby car, commissioned to him for this mission, and then quickly buckled up, and drove away from Doverium as fast as he could.

Mission Ignition
City of Doverium
Lovarium Dominion
11:59:59 PM, 12/20/14

The city of Doverium was silent, with all traffic nonexistent, due to martial law in the city. All functions were cancelled for at least the next week, with exceptions for vital services and military installations. But one vital service was closed - the Central Doverium Police Headquarters. It was ordered to be cleared for that night, and the officers on duty were to relocate to other districts of Doverium that may prove troublesome, with respect to the curfew.

But there was a greater reason for it, as Felix Cornelius had decided the day before. A decision that was hard to make. A decision that must always remain secret, for all eternity.

That decision would come into effect, as the machinery inside the box that Lanius had delivered only 23 minutes earlier began moving. The timer had counted down to its last seconds, and kept in sync with the time of the city. As all the city's clocks turned to 12:00:00 AM, 12/21/14, the timer moved forward one second. The next second, nothing. All the things that were supposed to happen, happened.

Within an instant, the box ceased to exist, as a giant light appeared in the Police Headquarters. However, nobody noticed this, as they had no time. Within instants, the light enveloped the city block, several city blocks, much, much more. After the light, came the sound. The concussive wave went through all the buildings in immediate vicinity, and reduced them to rubble and ashes. Then the heat. All things that could burn, vaporized. Anything else that remained was set on fire.

Farther away, the light woke hundreds of thousands of people from their beds. Unsure what was happening, all these people looked outside, or at least those who cared. Some got blinded, some got irritated, and had to look away from the light. Next, their homes, cars, beds, were destroyed. Rubble covered their bodies and possessions. The horrendous sound blast ripped throughout the city, ensuring that everyone had woken. Then the heat destroyed anything that remained. For those who had survived, a sight was before them.

A giant cloud formed in the center of the city, accompanied by a great fire within it. Slowly, it rose, higher and higher. They could see the few skyscrapers in the downtown area beginning to fall, gracefully coming to the ground, and then not so gracefully blowing apart as they made contact. The cloud oversaw everything, rising higher, spreading its fire as far as it could. The circle that originated at the Police Headquarters expanded, it's radius growing, going through Doverium, causing massive destruction.

Dictator Felix Cornelius
The Main Office, exterior
Calingus
Lovarium Dominion
10:00 AM, 12/21/14

"Citizens of the Lovarium Dominion. Residents of the Dozher Empire. Inhabitants of the World. I speak to you in this morning with a heavy heart. A great tragedy has befallen our great nation.

This morning, Doverium was attacked. The population was reduced from over five and a half million to about two million. We know that the Dozher Empire has used its assets to detonate a hydrogen bomb within the city of Doverium, which has destroyed over half the city, killed over half of its population, and will destroy many more things to come. The Lovarium Dominion, its Senate, and its Dictator all will take this as an act of war by the Dozher Empire, and will respond accordingly.

I have little to say, at this moment. Once there is more information, I shall address you all again, and keep company with the country. Our intelligence and defense departments will be mobilizing our armed forces to defend our borders, and we will also be going deeper into the information that we currently have.

For now, however, in the midst of our mobilization to defend our country, we must remember. Remember the millions of people that needlessly lost their lives. Millions of futures cut short. We must remember them. I shall declare a week of mourning for these millions of souls. And then we shall avenge them."

IMPORTANT: All times from here on out will be converted to current time - therefore, 12/21/14 is now to be regarded as 1/14/15, and all other changes are to be taken into account. Thank you. More updates of time adjustments will be made as necessary, as to keep up with the rest of Atlas Canon.

by **Roski** » Thu Jan 15, 2015 6:09 pm

Please note that right now, this is going off of Roski as plot 105, not 99. Thank you.

Airbase Maki
Military base on Trekyt Island

The shocking news arrived from Lovarium. Nobody in the base expected a nuclear attack. So far, all intel pointed towards Dozher, and Roski prepared to respond.

15 bombers were prepared to strike a city to the north, on the half of the Minity Island owned by Dozher. These 15 bombers were loaded with 10 "TRY" bombs, 25 ton explosive devices. The Roskians were preparing to rain hell, and the civilians of Dozher were going to pay for the Lovarium deaths taken place.

The bombers prepared to take off. The airfield, however, was full of chaos, so the bombers couldn't quite launch yet. The men attempted to get out of the way, but there was too many people in the way. Alarms sounded, and the Roskians jumped off of the airfield.

About time thought one of the pilots, before punching his throttle. He launched his bomber off of the runway, and soon, the other 15 joined him.

The fifteen bombers were intercepted by the 118th Airwing of Roski, and they put themselves around the bombers to act in defence. The Roskian bombers took their flight into Dozher. It was only a matter of time.

by **The Nation of Ceneria** » Sat Jan 17, 2015 4:25 pm

The Falcon's Roost
3500 Skyline Dr., Alpine Ceneria
President Samuel L. McLaughlin
3:20 AM Local Time

"Sir!" Came the harsh whisper. McLaughlin, very much used to being wakened at very odd hours of the morning, sat up, rubbed his eyes, and turned the lamp on low on his bedside table.

"Yes?" He asked, glancing at the clock and then the aide who stood in the doorway.

"Sorry for waking you, sir," he whispered apologetically. “But I though that you should know about this one.”

“You’re fine, Tom.” He said, swinging his legs out of bed and onto the carpeted floor. “Now, who in the world needs to be saved today?” He asked in a half-joking tone, standing carefully so as not to wake his wife. He strode into the adoining room, and turned off the light from there remotely. The aide followed.

“The Lovarium Dominion, sir. The tension between the two autonomous states just broke over the top big time. They have quite a bit of violence in the city of Doverium, and we have primary reports that there has been a nuclear detonation inside the city itself.”

This jerked the president awake. Having commanded one of Ceneria’s three ballistic missile submarines for several years, he was well used to the idea of nuclear warfare. “Shit. What was the yield?” He asked, putting on a pair of slippers quickly.

“We aren’t sure yet. The satellites couldn’t get a clear reading on the size of the blast considering the extensive cloud cover and a low-grade solar storm affecting the area. The experts are guessing around point five to point eight kilotons, but it could have been a kiloton or more.”

“This is going to be interesting,” muttered McLaughlin, striding to the bathroom and splashing water on his face. “I’ll be in the situation room in a minute, Tom. Could you get me something to eat, and a decaf coffee, please?”

“Sure thing, boss.” Replied the aide, knowing well the president’s habits. He left the room, closing the door behind him softly.

“What sort of madman would vaporize his own citizens?” Asked McLaughlin of the mirror incredulously.

The Falcon’s Roost - Situation Room
3500 Skyline Dr., Alpine Ceneria
President Samuel L. McLaughlin
3:32 AM Local Time

McLaughlin strode into the room in his bathrobe, having not bothered to change. The three other people in the room turned and nodded at him. All knew that there was little to no real formality to the midnight meetings that occurred from time to time.

“Hello, everyone. Glad to see you all again.” McLaughlin said, taking a sip from the steaming mug in his hand. There was a chorus of greetings from the group of men, all of whom were gathered around a television that showed a map of the Lovarium Dominion. The city of Doverium was highlighted in red, with coordinates glowing beside it. After studying the map himself for a moment, McLaughlin called his advisors to order.

“Gentlemen, and lady,” He nodded in respect to the lone female in the room, “It’s early, so I’d like to get this over with as quickly as possible so we can all get back home and to bed. Would everyone please give me a quick report so I know where we stand, and then we can lay out the options. Would the military give me it’s take first, John?” The president nodded to the military representative in the room.

“Certainly, Mister President,” replied Colonel John Radford of the Cenerian Home Guard. “First off, there is absolutely no threat to Cenerian security due to the violence, although there are some three hundred Cenerian citizens currently in the Lovarium Dominion. Personally, I think that the only reaction that need be pondered right now is whether or not to dispatch humanitarian aide or not.

“As for the nuclear blast, it was in the very center of the city of Doverium, and casualties are likely just over one million. It could have been a lot worse. We were lucky enough that the satellite was in the right place to catch the Dominion when the weapon detonated. The cloud cover obscured the city, and a solar storm is causing some interference with the ground, so we didn’t get a clear reading with the sensor arrays, but the yield of the weapon was probably around point five to point eight kilotons.”

“Thanks, John,” Said McLaughlin. “Emily, what does the Foreign Service advise?”

“Historically, we have had exceptional relations with the Lovarium Dominion. It would be very advisable to dispatch a letter of protest as soon as possible, and to try to do something for the three hundred Cenerians in the country, as John mentioned.”

“Hmm.” Murmured the president, nodding slightly. He looked at his next advisor and waited.

“Nothing to consider yet.” Said Steven Hankinson, the Economic Advisor.

“Looks like we’re in decent shape right now, or so it seems to me,” commented McLaughlin. He paused as his aide entered and placed a warm muffin by his left hand. “Thanks, Tom.” The aide retreated to the other side of the small table and sat.

“Anything else that I need to know?” Asked the president. There were shrugs and head shakes all around. “Right. Looks like the first thing on the table is a diplomatic response.”

To whom it may concern within the governments of the Lovarium Dominion and the Dozher Empire—

We are stunned and horrified to hear of the recent nuclear detonation within the city of Doverium. We are, however, even more stunned and shocked that one of your two governments appear to be directly responsible for the attack. While we have no way to check the veracity of this claim, we are angered by the brutality of this strike against current or previous citizens of your own nation. We urge you, in the names of the millions who have already died in a nuclear inferno, to settle your differences in a peaceful manner, so as to spare the lives of uncounted citizens.

To ensure that relations between your two governments remain at least reasonably peaceful, we are dispatching the Sixteenth Cenerian Expeditionary Squadron to the international waters near your coasts. A list of the ships that make up this squadron is enclosed below.

We implore you to settle your differences peacefully. We do wish that you know that any further use of nuclear weapons will result in political ramifications and, possibly, economic sanctions.

Cordially,

President Samuel McLaughlin, Leader of Ceneria

CNS Waverider (FFG-31)
CNS Sea Devil (SSN-112)
CNS Wilson W. Granovsky (CGN-81)
CNS Ghost (LCF-8)
CNS Strykewind (LCS-CV-2) (Flagship)
CNS Taigahawk (SSN-132)

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