Ardokian Troops Enter Aanglandia [IC, OPEN, DIPLOMATIC, MT]

by **Balkarus** » Sat Jan 24, 2015 5:32 am

TKB(Central Security Comittee) Uniforms

Lindintown International Airport,Aanglandia

A single IL-96 with the writings Balkarusian People's Republic written in Balkarusian on the side manuvers above Lindintown International.The IL-96 made her final turn and starts to descend to the runway.After a few seconds the landing gear touched the tarmac.TKB Colonel Aleksei Gagarin peered from his window as he oversees Lindintown.A beautiful city,he thought.His job and his colleagues' job is simple,ensure Ardokian Troops Safety,Supress possible 'uprising' and investigate possible foreign involvement.The Balkarusian TKB team on Aanglandia were given the best equipment so that they could work on their fullest.Moments later,the plane speed through the runway and finally slowed down,as it made a left turn towards the terminal.The Ilyushin IL 96 then stopped,just beside a large convoy of black SUVs and Sedans.The door opened and the stairs were ported.The TKB officers then marched down the stairs and inside the UAV,while keeping their heads on a swivle,seeing the airport.

The sedans and the SUVs then left the airport with a total of 65 TKB agents and officers specialized in SIGINT,and HUMINT onboard.The convoy then made its way to Balkarusian Embassy.After some time the convoy arrived,the gates of the embassy which has a plate on the wall with the writing "People's Republic of Balkarus" written in Aanglandian and Balkarusian.The agents and officers then walked in the embassy and went to the assembly hall for a briefing.

After the briefing their instructions were clear.The embassy staffs pulled down big bags from the SUVs and settled it on the central operations room.Not long after the agents then set the computers and the equipments up such as sattelite phone,computers,and other necessities.After that they boot the systems up,as IT techs man the equipments.The operation was about to start.Then,ten TKB agents dressed up in their formal uniform marched down the stairs and entered three Black BMW sedan as the cars speed through the streets of Aanglandia,to a local gun store.

As the cars arrived the ten TKB agents,whom was all armed with a MP 443 each and three of them having an AK 74 marched down and in to the empty store.Two of them walked down to the counter,and the rest took out their armnament and inspects the place.The two who was on the counter was Aleksei Gagarin and Dimitri Pichugin.Gagarin,who was the highest ranking office on the store asked the clerk.

I need a list on all registered gun owners who bought their guns here.Now.

The intimidated clerk obeyed Gagarin's order,as he gave him some papers with names of the buyers.Gagarin hands the paper to Pichugin,as he inserts the papers to a case.Gagarin then signaled his men to leave the store as they holstered their pistols back,and marched out of the store casually and into the sedans.The three sedans got back to the embassy,as the men got out.The ten men marched down to the hall turned to the command centre,as Pichugin settled the briefcase on a table.Gagarin then took the case,and gets the paper,inspecting it.This only the begining of one of the biggest TKB operations ever.

by **United States of Conner** » Sat Jan 24, 2015 10:54 am

Atman Bodern swore under his breath as the IL-96 landed at Lindentown International, right near his Conner C-980. He quickly snapped pictures of the men walking out of the plane, and cross-checked them with his database. "Shit." He ran up to the cockpit, where the pilots were communicating with the other two cargo planes. That was the Conner Embassy in Aanglandia, all thrown hastily into planes. Unbeknownst to the Ardokian authorities, however, only two planes were stocked with cargo and ambassadors. The third one, Bodern's plane, had over a hundred refugees who had asked to be taken with them, fearing Ardoki. A second wave of C-980's would take more refugees later. Bodern spoke sharply to the nearest pilot. "We need to get out of here, now. TKB officers just landed." The pilot just nodded. USC fixed-wing pilots were notoriously calm, unlike their rotary pilots, who seemed hyper excited and suicidal at the same time. He flipped some switches, and the plane began to raise off the ground vertically. Bodern heard chatter coming through the radio. "Conner C-980's, you do not have clearance, I repeat, get back down here!" The pilots flicked off the radio, and turned the engines from VTOL to flight. The three blasted away. Bodern thought, "Now if the TKB doesn't find the safe house in Lindintown, I have three hundred more refugees to manage. Great". And he started practicing his Aanglandish again.

by **Ardoki** » Sat Jan 24, 2015 2:46 pm

Landintown International Airport, Aanglandia

The Ministry of State Security (MSS) had been on high alert in Aanglandia since the Ardokian occupation. They were active in Aanglandia before the attack, however since then hundreds of extra operatives had been moved into the capital to secure it against threats. The MSS had recently been made aware of threats from the United States of Conner to illegally transport Aanglandish citizens who did not hold exit visas. When the MSS was alerted to the landing of three C-980 aircraft from the United States of Connor. You would not need that many to transport the Conner embassy staff, and their equipment and cargo could easily be shipped or sent on specialised cargo planes for much cheaper prices. Suspicion sank in. Would they actually try to kidnap Aanglandish citizens.

It was as good as confirmed when the Conner C-980s took off from the airport without clearance, recklessly putting the lives of themselves and others in danger. By the time the Conner aircraft had left Landintown, six T-50 fighters had taken off from an airbase near Landintown to pursue the three escaping Conner aircraft. The fighters would quickly catch up with the three Conner C-980s, and had orders to give them the chance to turn around and land at the Landintown international airport. If the Conner aircraft refused, their orders were to continue pursuing them out to sea, and then report back to base.

by **Inyourfaceistan** » Sat Jan 24, 2015 4:39 pm

Tele'coup Network D'Informacio!

Aanglandian Referendum Begins; Gives Voters No Real Choice

Hello everyone! Tonight we will be covering the breaking news of the referendum being held in occupied Aanglandia by the Ardokian invasion force. It has been a short period of time since the Ardokians have announced they will hold an referendum to the status of Aanglandia - a rogue province which has seen its bid for independence and freedom provoke an excessive and unjustified military response by its larger and more aggressive neighbor. However, the exact contents of this so-called referendum have been made public, and already even those less familiar with intricate international politics can see this a no-win situation for the people of Aanglandia.
Not only have the Ardokians forced all citizens to vote - which is an inherently biased and arguably unfair act in of itself, they have only given two choices - neither of which include full independence. Instead, the voters have been given the choice of join Ardoki, or let Ardoki control you. The choice of a blank ballot is also given, but so far the Ardokian government has given no word if blanks will count for anything, and political analysts don't beleive the totalitarian republic is likely to seriously consider any option that would let the people of Aanglandia choose an option that hurts them.

German invasion and annexation of the Sudetenland in Czechoslovakia what was done under similar and almost parallel pretenses to the Ardokian conquest of Aanglandia, such as goals for economic expansion and justification through DNA and common heritage...

So far, the Inyurstan government has taken no action against the Progressive Totalitarian Republic of Ardoki other than condemning this violation of sovereignty and right to self-determination. However, many conclude this "changes nothing" as Inyursta has had sour tensions with Ardoki due to their involvement in the Jezzine Massacre, murder of Chilean nationals, and the shoot down of Flight WL-9093 as well as their elitist, condescending and often racist attitudes towards our internal politics.
President Jack Peresque has stated his intention to bring this issue before the Santiago Pact to begin a multi-national liberation effort to drive out the Ardokian invaders. He is quoted with saying this "...blatant and unapologetic act of imperialism and neocolonialism will not go uncontested and unpunished..."

According to Ardokian sources, a group known as the National Aangle Freedom Force (NAFF) has emerged to make threats regarding the bombing of polling stations; however, as no polling stations were bombed it leaves suspicious doubt about the actual existence and nature of these supposed terrorists. Furthermore, Ardokian sources claim that this force has "over a million active members" while military anaylists are quick to point out that most groups such as FARC-EP and the IRA usually weigh between 10-20 thousand active members, while a few larger examples such as Hez'bollah and our own Marcon De'Rouje (ENG: Red Ocean) had and have mustered numbers beyond fifty-thousand due to uncontested control of large tracts of territory and urban areas.

All in all the situation in Aanglandia deteriorates by the day, and many are left to wonder where are the good guys to stop this act of obvious evil.
More on this story as it develops...

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by **Ardoki** » Sat Jan 24, 2015 5:19 pm

OOC: We probably shouldn't commit mass murder.

Landintown, Occupied Aanglandia

Privates Fearghal Ó Donndubháin and Braden Ó Muircheartach were having lunch at a lunch at a local cafe near their base in Landintown. This was their day off, and they had decided to see the sights of Landintow for themselves. The people were generally quite friendly, though not as friendly or humorous as those in Ardoki. Most didn't seem hostile to them at all, some were very interested in Ardoki, while others just walked past as though nothing was unusual. They were not in uniform, but had Ardokian flag badges on their shirts for easy identification.

Suddenly, a blue sedan sped by, obviously breaking the speed limit, though not to fast to throw something out of it. Neither soldier noticed, but it was already too late.

"Boom!" A violent explosion shook the front of the cafe, with shrapnel flying everywhere. Fearghal and Braden were killed instantly along with 7 Aanglandish diners.
Stuck in the wall of the cafe, was a a piece of metal. On the piece of metal it said 'National Aangle Freedom Force'.

This was the first attack on Ardokian personal in Ardoki. The Ministry of State Security would investigate the incident, however no leads or suspects would be discovered. Nor did they work out how the targets could have been selected, it was guessed that they were searching for targets and when they found the two Ardokian soldiers they came around again and threw out the bomb.

The NAFF had made the first move in the opening, now it was Ardoki's turn. But how many moves would have to be made, in order to reach the endgame?

by **Ardoki** » Sat Jan 24, 2015 6:23 pm

"Long live the Progressive Revolution!"

Ministry of the Exterior

Unified Progressive Republic of Ardoki

To: Democratic Republic of South Harlonia
Subject: Your Wonderful Congratulations
Urgency: Medium
Encryption: High
Decryption: Jv595EgyU64K
To whom it may concern,

We thank you for you show of support, and yes, the people of Aanglandia should have a choice in their future. We promise to abide by their decision, and work together with them to improve their freedom and standard of living. The 9th Counter-Terrorism Division is definitely welcome to assist us. However 2nd Golden Eagle Armored Division may not be of much strategic or tactical value, so we humbly decline its presence.
Thank you.

Long live the Progressive Revolution, the Unified Progressive Republic, the Progressive Totalitarian Labour Party, and Progressive Totalitarianism!
With kind regards,

Ríona Obrien
Minister of the Exterior
Unified Progressive Republic of Ardoki

by **Zimnaya Zemlya** » Sat Jan 24, 2015 6:54 pm

Official Communication from the People's Republic of Zimnaya Zemlya
Za Rodinu, Za Zemlya!

From: Premier Nikolai Pavlovskyy
To: The UNIFIED PROGRESSIVE REPUBLIC OF ARDOKI and THE WORLD

Recently, the Ardokian Republic has committed an act of imperialism against Aanglandia, attempting to destroy their autonomy which they rightfully deserve. As a supporter of the oppressed everywhere, the People's Republic of Zimnaya Zemlya CONDEMNS and shows ABSOLUTE DISGUST at the actions of Ardoki, attempting to bully the Aanglandians into becoming just another puppet of Ardoki with their invasion and extremely linear referendum.

Additionally, as of 2014 Jan 25, sanctions against the Ardokian Republic have been declared. Ardoki has absolutely no right to tear apart the independence of the Aanglandian people's.

~ Premier Nikolai Pavlovskyy of the People's Republic of Zimnaya Zemlya

by **McNernia** » Sat Jan 24, 2015 7:13 pm

Foreign Ministry of the Kingdom of Mcnernia
Office of the Minister
Official Communique

From:Foreign Minister Lucas Caldosean
To:External Affairs Ministry of the Republic of Ardoki
Cc:
Sec:STANDARD
Sub:Communism

Greetings,

We know of Leftism and Communism. The task of dealing with the Red Menace is something that we know well, your butchery of traditions and the peoples who cling to them. In Mcnernia such people do not last very long and are politically dead now so as to keep them from being a threat to the Security of the Realm. You are the seed of the plague.

We find the fact you are using genetics to justify the actions you have taken is something for the strangeness. You have taken a racial based action which stalin would frown upon.

Signed
-L.Caldosean

by **United States of Conner** » Sat Jan 24, 2015 7:33 pm

Pilot Jack Langer's eyes widened as he heard the radio chatter from the T-50's. "USC aircraft, please turn around. I repeat, turn around now." Langer flicked off the radio and tapped some controls. A line showed up on the window screen. This was the boundary into international waters. The line was tantalizingly close. Langer could see Conner F22's, half a dozen of them, waiting. Langer sent a transmission to the T-50's. "Ardokian T-50's, negative, negative, negative. We ... Are in international waters. Proceeding to the USC." Langer could see the T-50's realizing that they were out of Aanglandia, and turning back to their base. Langer smiled and pulled forward.

by **Ardoki** » Sat Jan 24, 2015 7:44 pm

The six Ardokian T-50 fighters approached within 60 kilometres of the three Conner aircraft. "This is RTV-567 to base. I repeat RTV-567 to base. Over" said the pilot in one of the T-50s.

"This is base. Over." a response said.

"They have refused to turn back, and have entered international waters. Over."

"Destroy all targets. Over."

"Yes comrades. Over."' the pilot said. The five other pilots could hear the conversation, and knew what to do. Three of them locked onto a target (the three Conncer C-980s), and each fired one R-77 missile at their specific target.

"Long live the Progressive Revolution!"

Ministry of the Exterior

Unified Progressive Republic of Ardoki

To: People's Republic of Zimnaya Zemlya
Subject: Our Mutual Misunderstanding
Urgency: High
Encryption: High
Decryption: Hv50JuOPutE7
To whom it may concern,

It is clear you don't fully understand the situation. We are simply uniting Ardoki, and liberating the Aanglandish people from their much hated right-wing government. A government which enacted many conservative, reactionary and neoliberal policies which the Aanglandish people hated. We shall bring them progressivism and socialism.

Long live the Progressive Revolution, the Unified Progressive Republic, the Progressive Totalitarian Labour Party, and Progressive Totalitarianism!
With kind regards,

Ríona Obrien
Minister of the Exterior
Unified Progressive Republic of Ardoki

"Long live the Progressive Revolution!"

Ministry of the Exterior

Unified Progressive Republic of Ardoki

To: Kingdom of Mcnernia
Subject: We Don't Care
Urgency: Medium
Encryption: Medium
Decryption: Jb74Gr
To whom it may concern,

Your rightist nonsense is annoying. Please go away, since you have nothing interesting to say.

Long live the Progressive Revolution, the Unified Progressive Republic, the Progressive Totalitarian Labour Party, and Progressive Totalitarianism!
With kind regards,

Ríona Obrien
Minister of the Exterior
Unified Progressive Republic of Ardoki

by **United States of Conner** » Sat Jan 24, 2015 8:03 pm

Jack Langer swore out loud as he heard the BEEPBEEPBEEP of missiles on his headset. He looked to his left. The other two aircraft were already spiriling down towards the sea. He shoved the stick down towards the mega carrier. He could make it, he could make it.... And as he was coming in, a missile crashed into his right wing. Langer shoved the stick, and tried to keep the plane in control. They were gonna make it... He heard a great grinding noise and was thrown about as the plane crashed into the deck of the Megacarrier. He could hear his radio, chattering with things like, "Ardokian fighters, you have entered international waters. This is a Wasp anti air missile destroyer. Please respond and turn around, over." He could see a fighter zoom off to his right, followed by six more, and the battery of missiles on a Wasp to his left. His vision was foggy. He could hear firefighters saying, "About ten out of a hundred dead. No survivors on the cargo ships. Hang on, here's the pilot." Langer was pulled out of the cockpit, the entire aircraft being blanketed with foam, and quickly brought into intensive care for the shrapnel through his leg.

by **The United Commonwealth of Columbia** » Sat Jan 24, 2015 9:09 pm

The United States of The United Commonwealth of Columbia

TO: All Nations Involved
FROM: The President of The United States

The nation of Aanglandia is a independent and sovereign nation and should be treated and respected as such. The sovereignty of Aanglandia must be preserved, protected, defended, and enforced. Due to the fact that Aanglandia has no military and is unable to defend and enforce its sovereignty Aanglandia has now come under the complete protection of The United States. All nations with any forces currently within Aanglandia that are not protecting the nations sovereignty are being ordered to leave the country immediately. Failure to do so will result in military intervention by the United States. A grace period of 72 hours will be given.

by **Ardoki** » Sat Jan 24, 2015 9:21 pm

Ardokian Territorial Waters

The six Ardokian T-50s were still over 40 kilometres within Ardokian airspace, so any attack on them would be an act of war. As soon as they confirmed that the targets had been downed, they turned around and headed back toward their bases in Ardoki at Mach 2.3.

That would teach the United States of Conner for refusing to turn around and land.

by **The Order of Christ** » Sun Jan 25, 2015 1:43 pm

Urgent
Encrpytion: A-154-946-427-904-237-14Q
_{From: The Ruling Beneficiaries of the Order of Christ Synod, the Commanders and Officers of the Poor Fellow-Soldiers of Christ and of the Temple of Solomon, and the Humanitarian Christian Society of God's Children
To: Whom it may concern within the political and governmental boundaries of the leadership hierarchy of theUnified Progressive Republic of Ardoki}

^{Your brandish and barbarous action against the state of Aanglandia only proves the demoralizing and corrupt influences of your ideology upon others. The prude and ignorant excuse of using DNA to usurp an independent nation would be found as outrageous to all nations around the world. Not only that, but the recent destruction of three fighters over your airspace. There exists more peaceful methods than simply ire destruction, but your kind does not know any other impulse.

Your brutish actions against Aanglandia has forced our hand. You have two days (twenty four hours) to recede Ardokian forces from Aanglandia, or we will have to help them ourselves.

We are awaiting your reply.}

by **Inyourfaceistan** » Sun Jan 25, 2015 4:45 pm

Northwest Aanglandia

Six figures moved through the wooded hillside in the dead of night. Little did they know they were being tracked, and that their stash of weapons had been under survellience the good of a whole day now. As the band of five men and one woman came to a small nook deep within a rocky slope three figures approached from behind. One man stayed guard outside while the others went in. A few moments later a he called for one of the men inside the narrow cave (which was more like a tiny, prolonged crack in the mountain); and after he disappeared a gunshot rang out which caused the four inside the tunnel to come racing to the entrance.
Staff Sergeant Victor Costello, an Inyurstan of mixed Irish heritage, came forward with two silent team members behind him. He summoned his best Ardokian and shouted:
"Ardokian National Army! You are under arrest!" as a number of red dots appeared on the chests of the insurgents.
"The hell we are! For Aanglandia!!!" their leader shouted as he raised his MP-7S into the air and fired off two shoots (both misses) before being tackled to the ground...

Much to his surprise, his attacker let off and helped him up onto his feet.
"Captain Armando LeRosque; Inyurstan special forces. This was a test, and I'm glad to say you passed." The commander of the Neige Luno said as he shook the man's hand. The Neige Luno were specialised in locating, training and setting up guerrilla fighters inside hostile territory - essentially they were trained and tasked with creating insurgencies. NSAG had been deployed here because their sea-borne tactics would be necessary to sneak into Aanglandia and potential sabotage of enemy assets; but for the time being they were mostly just highly-trained escorts for the Neige Luno commandos as they stoked the steady flames of rebellion in the hearts of Aanglandian freedom fighters...

by **United States of Conner** » Sun Jan 25, 2015 5:15 pm

Amat Berstacchi looked around nervously, standing in a utility shed on Lindintown International Airport. The men said that they would meet Amat and his forty friends here, but Amat was beginning to doubt that. They were squashed into that shed, waiting for the agents - who, according to their messages, were from the USC - who would move them out of the country. Ardoki probably knew that the USC were basically revered by anti-Ardokian Aanglandish after the incident a week ago. Maybe it was a sting. All Amat knew that being arrested was preferable to living under the PTLP.
---------------
Agent Jason Conway had been with the Conner Intelligence Agency for almost twenty years, but he had never done anything like this. He had shot dictators while jumping out of airplanes, jumped off of buildings while attack helicopters hovered around, and even driven a car off of a dam onto a fighter jet and killed the pilot before taking it over, but he had never handled refugees. Thankfully, his partner, Annie Perosovaki, was definitely a people person. That's how she had gotten the two burly men wearing the airport utility uniforms to give up their clothes. Conway didn't ask how. The two would get jobs at Lindintown later, after a quick jaunt back to the USC, but they didn't have time right now. Conway drove their luggage cart over to the target airplane, a 777 from Conner Air. They loaded up the cargo, five massive empty boxes, onto the back of their truck. On the way over to the utility shed, he saw someone wave to him. Conway waved back and drove on. He pulled the truck up to the shed, made sure no one was around, and opened the door to the shed. One at a time, quickly, they loaded up the refugees into the boxes. Once they were done, Conway sped the truck over to the 777, his hand on the pistol under his jacket. They drove the truck up to it, and unloaded the boxes into the cargo bay. Then, they drove away, and loitered around as the plane began to take off. That plane would go to some far-away nation, where the cargo would be transferred to another plane as to avoid suspicion from Ardokian customs, before heading to the USC. The pair headed out to their car, shedding the uniforms. They would head back to their hotel room, putting the uniforms back on the unconscious guards, before heading to the airport again to buy tickets. They would follow the plane's path home. He flicked through his government feed, and saw what had happened in Northwest Aanglandia. Maybe Conway would be heading there.

by **Ardoki** » Sun Jan 25, 2015 5:37 pm

"Long live the Progressive Revolution!"

Ministry of the Exterior

Unified Progressive Republic of Ardoki

To: The United Commonwealth of Columbia
Subject: Your Idle Threats
Urgency: High
Encryption: High
Decryption: 8Gr58dFGhyU7
To whom it may concern,

We really don't care what you think, after having received numerous condemnations. We will no leave our sovereign territory, if any of your military units enter our territory, they will be destroyed.

Long live the Progressive Revolution, the Unified Progressive Republic, the Progressive Socialist Labour Party, and Progressive Socialism!
With kind regards,

Ríona Obrien
Minister of the Exterior
Unified Progressive Republic of Ardoki

"Long live the Progressive Revolution!"

Ministry of the Exterior

Unified Progressive Republic of Ardoki

To: The Order of Christ
Subject: Your Idle Threats
Urgency: High
Encryption: High
Decryption: 8Gr58dFGhyU7
To whom it may concern,

We will not leave, and if you try to make us. We will respond with massive retaliation.

Long live the Progressive Revolution, the Unified Progressive Republic, the Progressive Socialist Labour Party, and Progressive Socialism!
With kind regards,

Ríona Obrien
Minister of the Exterior
Unified Progressive Republic of Ardoki

by **South Harlonia** » Sun Jan 25, 2015 6:59 pm

Lindintown; Aanglandia/Ardoki

The 9th Counter-Terrorism division had arrived by airport. Their logistical trail was smaller than that of the armored division, but they would be less equipped to deal with a Tet-offensive style assault by the rebels.
But right now, their plan was to get some face-to-face updates about the situation from the Ardokian command.
With this in mind, they drove towards the captured palace where their allies were using as a support base, from there the 9th Counter-Terror division would begin their operations against the insurgent terrorist violating peace.

by **The United Commonwealth of Columbia** » Sun Jan 25, 2015 7:32 pm

Los Angeles Air Force Base, Los Angeles, The united Commonwealth of Columbia

It was dark and cold. The nightly fog had begun to roll over the tarmac. The soldiers had just finished loading into the transport planes. A group of ten transport aircraft guarded buy five fighter jets zoomed down the runway and into the air. Columbia would not be intimidated out of protecting an innocent nation from evil. For years the country had always stood up for the little guy. Protecting those who can not protect themselves. This was just another trip. The soldiers were young, strong, experienced, and ready to fight if needed. The whole way there they would sit in silence. In just a few hours they would arrive in Aanglandia.

by **Ardoki** » Sun Jan 25, 2015 7:58 pm

Over-the-Horizon Radar Installation, Occupied Aanglandia

As the Unified Progressive Republic had been responsible for the protection of Aanglandia for almost two decades, and they didn't want hostile forces gaining a foothold close to Ardoki. They had invested in fitting Aanglandia with all the latest defence equiptment stationed in Ardoki. Along with the missile installations, was over-the-horizon radar installations. The multistatic radar installations were capable of great range as well as anti-stealth capabilities (as opposed to the inferior monostatic devices). It can detect things as small as missiles from as much as 5 000 kilometres away, and would be instrumental in giving the National Ardokian Defence Forces time to react against any possible invasion of Ardoki.

At approximately 1100 Hours, ten large transport aircraft and five fighter aircraft were detected by the OTH radar installations. By the time it was 2000 kilomtres within the radar range (leaving it 2700 kilometres to travel until it entered Ardokian airspace over Aanglandia) it was decided to shoot the aircraft down as soon as they entered Ardokian airspace ^{(Note: I'm using a maximum speed of 1000 km/h for the cargo aircraft, which is the rounded up speed of the fastest cargo aircraft available).}

by **Ardoki** » Mon Jan 26, 2015 5:32 pm

The Northwestern Moutain Ranges, Aanglandia

Northwestern Mountain Ranges, Occupied Aanglandia

A single Tutar B-52 infantry mobility vehicles of the National Ardokian Ground Forces was on a routine patrol near a village beneath the Northwestern Moutain Ranges. It carried a Section of infantry (16) armed with Ardokian VT-24 assault rifles, there were also three crew members in the vehicle. The Ardokians had been tipped of by a local informant of subversive activity in the area, and were sent to thoroughly search the area for rebels who dare question Ardokian authority over Aanglandia.

Unlike in the cities, where over 90% of people in Aanglandia lived, the rural people were deeply conservative and traditionalist. They had stuck to their strong religious convictions, and Aangle nationalistic beliefs. Most were openly hostile to the Ardokians, and earlier today the soldiers vehicle had been egged by simple rural adolescents. Rural people were generally looked down upon in Ardokian culture, they are seen as backward, stupid, barbaric, superstitious, and uncool. Ardoki has had a long history or urbanisation, with over 95% of citizens living in cities, though in Ardoki the rural people had been progressivised by the Progressive Socialist Labour Party, this had not yet been done in Aanglandia. And the rural people feared that the Ardokians would attempt it, which they obviously would.

The Tutar B-52, entered a sort of valley. It had a mountain on one side, and a gully bordered by thick vegetation on the other. Ardokian forces were yet to take this route, so nothing was not known about it, except from the locals in the nearby village of Shartagair, but they couldn't be trusted.

Kean Teague was a 24 year old private in the National Ardokian Ground Forces, and was loyal to the Progressive Socialist Labour Party. It would be his birthday in five days, and would head back to Ardoki tomorrow to celebrate it with his family. He was very excited to get back home, however he knew that what he was doing was an important sacrifice for the Aanglandish people, even though some didn't appreciate it.

"Are you looking forward for tomorrow?" said his friend, Private Shea Ó Cuinn 'You'll no longer have to deal with the rural fascists." he added with a laugh.

"Yes. It will be good to see my pet chihuahua Kimberly again. I've really missed her." Kean Teague.

"Happy birthday if I don't make it out." Shea Ó Cuinn with a laugh which signified that he was joking.

Kean Teague also laughed in agreement with the funniness of the joke.

An Ardokian and Aanglandish representative sign the Incorporation of Aanglandia Document.

Province of Aanglandia, Unified Progressive Republic of Ardoki

On Tuesday the 27th of January 2015, the results of the Aanglandish Referendum were announced to the public. The counting had been completed that night, and as expected, a backlash against conservatism and neoliberalism occurred. 72.3% of eligible votes (those which are not blank) checked Choice 1, with the remainder picking Choice 2. At exactly midnight today, the Kingdom of Aanglandia was officially abolished, and Aanglandia became a province of the Unified Progressive Republic of Ardoki. All citizens of Aanglandia are now also Ardokian citizens, Aanglandish corporations are now to be registered as Ardokian corporations.

Throughout this year, Ardoki will no doubt continue brining Aanglandia up to the legal and regulatory standards of Ardoki, in order to fully integrate it. Aanglandish has been made an official language of Ardoki alongside Ardokian. The Progressive Socialist Labour Party of Ardoki promised the Aanglandish people massive investments into the Aanglandish economy and infrastructure, alongside greater worker's and social rights. The social and worker's rights were guaranteed at noon today. An hour later the Ardokian government announced a ARC 2.5 trillion investment into the Aanglandish economy, infrastructure and public service over the next two years.

Ardoki's success in the referendum was mainly due to the promises it made to "expand social rights, give the worker's better conditions and pay, kickstart the struggling Aanglandish economy." Their campaign slogan, 'Social Rights, Worker's Rights, Economic Might' attracted many Aanglandish, especially the urban ones, who were fed up with the royal government of Anthony Thatcher and their social and economic troubles. Ardoki was offering the chance of a better life.

Obviously, a lot, particularly the rural folk and the wealthy elderly, still clung to their conservatism and nationalistic spirit. However they were in the minority. The struggle presented to the Ardokian government is to keep the support of the people who voted for them, while also winning the support (or crushing if necessary) of those who didn't. It looks like an impossible situation, though if Ardoki can do it (unlikely though) it might just be secure.

by **Inyourfaceistan** » Mon Jan 26, 2015 10:06 pm

Northwestern Mountains, Aanglandia

"Wewh... It's fucking cold here..." One of the Neige Luno commandos stated about the weather in the barren, European-like mountains of Aanglandia.
"Meh, nothing like the ice water they threw us in each morning back in NSW school..." The naval commando replied.
"Oh yeah, yeah... Look at me I'm a big bad beach-buster."
"Shut up you overly-trained rabble rouser... I hear something coming..." The two quieted as they confirmed with hand signals to a man camouflaged up at the top of the hill. A few moments later an Ardokian armored vehicle came into view. Awaiting the enemy truck was a felled tree down blocking the road with an old man in a long beard and a rusty axe sitting in front of what was made to look like his work...

by **Ardoki** » Mon Jan 26, 2015 10:34 pm

Northwestern Mountain Ranges, Province of Aanglandia, Unified Progressive Republic of Ardoki

The vehicle continued around a corner until the driver saw a felled tree in the distance. Why would you want to fell trees in this area? the driver asked himself as he brought the vehicle to a stop, about 50 metres in front of the felled tree. It's an ambush! he figured it out in an instant. He pressed a buzzer which notified the 16 soldiers in the back of an emergency and to immediately dismount. While the two other crew members in the grabbed their assault rifles opened their doors to exit the vehicle.

The driver targeted the man with the axe, and opened fire with the vehicle's heavy machine gun.

by **Inyourfaceistan** » Tue Jan 27, 2015 1:31 pm

Northwester
"Civie down!" One of the commandos echoed into the radio. He then looked in shock as the Ardokians basically did their work for them... The incident had just been captured on a gun cam by one of the special forces, as well as a home video by one of the rebels.
As the Ardokians disembarked, they found themselves in the crossfire-between two Inyurstan snipers with SR-25 rifles in concealed positions over a thousand meters away. Another commando engaged the top remote weapon with the underslung grenade on his Galil ACE-31; while rebels in the bushes tossed Molotov cocktails and fired with semi-automatic AR-15 and SKS rifles against the Ardokian invaders.

Captain LaRosque sighed as he judged the task before him. His mind wandered to a scene in Lord of the Rings where the defenders were forced to arm old men and boys to stand against the oncoming hordes; he felt the same as he surveyed the group of volunteers whom most seemed either under twenty or over forty. LaRosque and his men had the rebels doing small amounts of PT, getting the midnight warriors ready for at least basic and remedial tasks an insurgent would be expected to handle.
"Keep pushing!" He said as he dropped to the floor and began cranking out push-up's in his full combat load with a rifle around his back - lead by example or don't lead at all.
"Those Donkey bastards did their PT! You expect me to believe you dont want these nazi punks stealing your money, managing your lives, having their way with your women, indoctrinating your children and lining you up like sheep to the slaughter? Then prove it!" The commando boomed out through the rural basement as he hoped back up in one quick motion.
"Not bad, but not great either... I'd say we get them some weapons training soon."
"I don't think we have weapons to train them with..." One of the NSAG lieutenants replied.
"Its not the ammo I'm worried about running off at the first sight of a tank..."

by **McNernia** » Tue Jan 27, 2015 3:01 pm

HMS Glennsman
Lanchev-B SSN
Captains Watch

The Mcnernian Royal Navy submarine stole into the waters off Angalandia the crew was tense and grim, a war notice several days ago has brought them here to the shores of a hostile country on a mission of viewing the enemy upclose. It was a SIGINT mission to keep an eye on the business of the occupation of a peaceful land. The big fleet boat had a full crew and well trained. The captain looked at the readout in front of his chair.

"All quiet people, sonar, report contact."

He pressed a button as he did so, his sonar operators a O-1 and two E-3s or something was waiting in a chamber off the control room to allow for silence. Not that 450 pound advanced headsets werent enough or something. The intercom came alive.

"Scope is clear, depth under the keel --- meters."

"Roger."

"Diving officer make my depth vid mast."

"Vid mast aye."

The submarine blew open its ballast tanks letting out the water that was inside them with minor creeks and pops she ascended from the depths of the ocean.

"Mast depth reached commander, leveling off."

The commander got upp from his chair, he liked to work the vid mast himself, replaced the periscopes on the older submarines. He like serving in a submarine. He liked running one. The mast went up out of the water along with radar. The submarine had been configured to fire cruise missiles as well but that would be the last resort if something had to be dealt with.

Ardokian Troops Enter Aanglandia [IC, OPEN, DIPLOMATIC, MT]

Anglandian Waters

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