The Parinan Civil War (CLOSED)

by **Parina** » Sat Jan 30, 2010 3:20 pm

Parina-1955
Over the City of Danarum
Flight Leader Jacob Anderson, call sign “Charlie 1,” banked his A-42 Vulture attack plane to the right, watching through the canopy as the two other planes in Charlie Flight followed his lead.

“OK Charlie Flight, let’s make this nice and easy,” he spoke into the radio headset. “Form up on me and dive, weapons release on my mark, go.” He turned his attention from talking to flying as he threw the Vulture into a dive, breaking through the clouds.

The ground began to take shape-first it was simply the outlines, then the various objects and people on the ground got more detailed as the flight of attack planes neared the ground.

They were flying in over a series of trenches-the lines of the Worker’s Army, the socialist rebels who had seized control of Danarum and Cypriacium a few months ago. Flashes of light and explosions showed Jacob that the attack by forces loyal to the monarch, King James III, was underway. His job, and the job of Charlie Flight, was to support that attack.

“Weapons release,” Jacob spoke into the headset, and seconds later he pulled a trigger and felt the Vulture lurch as the pair of 500-pound bombs he was carrying under his wings were released. Behind him, the other planes were dropping their loads on schedule, wreathing a large section of the trenches in explosions and smoke.

“Hit ‘em with a strafing run and then break off,” Jacob ordered. The planes lit up the trenches ahead of them with .50cal machine gun fire, producing hundreds of puffs of dirt where rounds hit.

A flak battery was nearby, and soon the tell-tale clouds of exploding shells burst in the air. Jacob pulled back on the stick, heaving the attack plane skyward, pursued by black clouds.

As they leveled out, Jacob checked in. All of Charlie Flight was intact, except for some damage to Charlie Three, courtesy of a proximity shell.

With an order from Jacob, the flight banked and headed for their aerodrome, to refuel, rearm, and then run another sortie.

Parsius, Parina
King James III, ruler of Parina, looked at the military map displayed on the huge table in the War Department. The map was 3-D, with elevated terrain and such, and had numerous models representing infantry, armor, artillery, aircraft, and warships. Occasionally someone would get a report and move some pieces around, or sometimes take some off the board entirely.

Loyalist Parinan units were blue; the socialist rebels were red. And right now too many blue pieces had either been moved back or removed to show good news.

“I assume our attack on Danarum has failed?” He turned to a grizzled-looking man in a olive drab uniform, with an impressive selection of medals on his chest and a very ornate rank symbol on his shoulder. This was Field Marshal Hugh Dowlar, commander of all Parinan military forces-all those that remained loyal to the crown, at least.

Damn these socialists for starting this war, James thought. And we were so close to a hundred years of peace…

But he was snapped from his reverie by Dowlar’s voice. “Yes, your majesty. It seems the Worker’s Army has stronger lines than we thought. We took heavy casualties-I don’t think we can sustain another frontal attack anytime soon.”

James nodded. “And any news from Cypriacium?” The Cyprian port was the only other major bastion of the socialists, and it’s resistance forced the loyalists to fight a two-front war, while the socialists, cut off from each other, simply fought two separate one-front wars.

Dowlar shook his head. “Nothing to report, sire. It seems ‘General’ Pugachev is building up for something. We’re working on increasing the lines around the city, but it takes time and the Army of Cypria was always the worse off in terms of equipment.”

James scowled. The Army of Anglicia had been better prepared and more loyal than the Army of Cypria. Somewhere around a quarter of the Cyprians had defected to the socialists, compared to around an eighth of the Anglicians. The fact that most of the country’s small air force and armored corps was concentrated around Parsius didn’t help matters.

“Have them conscript locals if they must-we need to keep this rebellion isolated.”

The Field Marshal saluted and went to deliver the orders, and James III went back to staring at the map…

Danarum, Parina
First Comrade Alexsi Gregorvich, the appointed leader of the Worker’s Republic of Parina, looked at the map, a smaller, less detailed version of the one in the War Department, and scowled. The socialist situation was not a good one-apart from some small rural partisan movements and a few towns which had evaded loyalist assault for now, only the cities of Danarum and Cypriacium flew the red and black flag of the Republic. The monarchists still controlled most of the island, forcing him to stand on the defensive-for now.

“Have the orders reached Pugachev?”

A civilian courier stepped forward. “Yes comrade, they have. I personally handed them to the General.”

Alexsi smiled. “Good, good. You will be rewarded for your efforts, comrade. In the meantime, see that we are ready to do our part in the operation.”

Military men, defectors from the loyalists, scurried about sending orders and such. The First Comrade smiled-everything was falling into place…

by **Neo Prutenia** » Sun Jan 31, 2010 1:37 pm

Parsius, Parina
Klein Michelsdorf / Little Michelstown, biggest Prut expat community in Parina

In the house of doctor Erich Bauers the whole family gathered around the radio, listening for new from the front. Joining them was the male half from the Richter family, father Dieter and his two sons, all three musicians, and the widow of Stefan Hannemark, Susana, all in black. Her husband, Stefan, died on duty while trying to apprehend a criminal. Besides the radio, it was very quiet in the house. Even the children turned into ears, mimicking the adults and trying to understand what the wooden box was telling them. Something about red people, and planes, and some fires in Danarum. Suddenly, one of the children, a young boy, Elton, interrupted the silence.

- " Mama, mama, isn't cousin Walter in Danarum? Will they hurt him? " -, Hella Bauers looked with sadness and concern in the eyes to her husband, trying to find strength in his stance and serenity. Finally she turned to the child, with a rather forced smile - " No, of course not. Oncle Walter is safe. He is with his family in a shelter. The fires are far, far away from him" - the father added, - Besides, Elton, Walter can take care of himself. He was in the army before." - " But I've never seen him in uniform before!" - " Silly child, that was before he came to Parina. Wait a second." -

Erich stood up and went into his room. He searched a few drawers before he founded what he came for. Quickly, he returned into the living room, with a picture in his hand. - " Come, Elton, look, see these 2 man here?"- the boy came to his father and looked at the photography - an old one, in a stark sepia tone. On the picture are three man, in uniforms. The colour of the uniforms was probably grey, but it was difficult to tell. Behind the three man was some sort of harbor and some strange vehicle - it swam in the water, but it didn't look like a ship. - " See this guy on the right, thats oncle Walter, he was the navigator. And this man here, with the funny mustache? Thats me, I was the medical officer" -the boy laughed when he tried to picture his father with a mustache, as he was cleanshaved these days. Elton the asked - " What is that thing behind you?" - " Ah, yes, you can't know. Thats a U-boot. Its a ship that goes underwater. Thats also why we all had beards and facial hair on the picture - as a U-boot seaman you didn't have to shave as often" - "Oh, don't be silly, Erich, I forced you to get rid of that awful mustache before we married, Quit filling our sons head with nonsense!" - the wife interrupted. - " Yes, dear."

-" Papa, who is the man in the middle, he looks like a pirate!" - " Ah, Kristian Jäger, he was the Kapitän of the U-boot, and a very good friend of Walter and me. He injured his eye in an accident. He stayed back in the motherland. Wanted to help out in the new government." - Erich took the picture in his hands, and began to think about the old times. A few minutes later his daughter, Barbara came in and greeted all people present.

-"Hallo, everybody, I brought you all refreshments - look, fruits from the market!" - the children sprang on the basket as if it was the last thing in their life, while the adults joined the meal in a more calm manner. Hella put her daughter aside - "How was school today, dear?" - " Oh, you know how children are. Especially the boys. Cannot stop talking about the fighting and bragging whose father fights where." - " Well, I advised you to become a nurse and help out you father, but..." - " Mother, please stop it. I like being a teacher, and I love children" - " Well,perhaps you should then get your own, you're in your early twenties dear." - " Mother, you embarass me in front of the guests, I..." - " Stop it you two. Hella, take a look at the children will you, i don't want them to leave half-eaten oranges around the house. Barbara, come with me out, to the terrace." - the young woman followed her father without question. As soon as they were alone he asked her for news.

-" Have you been to the Post office?" - " Yes, no news. To many letters and mail are being sent around these days, they don't have enough postman to do the deliveries." - "Yes, but did you ask if you can take your mail from them. The Richters did so, they took their letter from their friends in that small northern village, what was it's name..." - " Yes, Father, but no letter adressed to us came in." - Erich leaned on the terrace fence, looking down on the busy street. He didn't hear from Walter since last week, and now he began to fear the worst.

-3 sea miles away from Danarum
Prut U-boot (submarine) Siegfried

-" Herr Kapitän , we have arrived, anything closer and we risk detection." - " Thank you, sailor. Man, soon we shall surface and take our boats to reach Parina. Our brothers in Danarum will get help from us, even if our government is not ready to intervene. We shall help them to victory! And later, when the history books are to written, it will say that these brave 100 Prut helped forge a better future for Parina!" - "Hail, hail!" - the man cheered for their captain, showing their readiness to fight. Neo Prutenia didn't want to get into the conflict so soon after it's own unification war. The country wasn't stable enough for another war, especially an intervention. But many public figures pressed for some kind of help to the Parinian socialists. The Großkommandant finnaly agreed to let volunteers with some supplies go an help, but no more aid shall be sent in the mean time. - "Kapitän Jäger, their patrol just passed our position, we could surface now and go over to Parina." - " Excellent, lets do so."

The man already prepared their supplies - mostly weapons and ammunition, some food too, and as soon as the sub was up, they orderly and without hesitation filled their boats and went for the shore, near Danarum, to reach the socialist lines, using the cover of the night to their advantage. - " Hermans, I leave it to you to bring Siegfried back to our homeland, you are her Kapitän now." - " Herr Jäger, you are the only Kapitän this ship and this crew recognize." - " Godspeed now, Hermans. Tell our countryman back home that we will fight this war here. They can count on us!" - " Yes, Herr Kapitän!" - They parted after these words, the Siegfried vanishing below the sea as if she never even was there. Jäger mumbled to himself - " Walter, after so many years, I'll finally see you again, old friend."

by **Parina** » Sun Jan 31, 2010 6:33 pm

The small Parinan Royal Navy was too thinly spread on coastal patrols, as well as anti-smuggling duties, to enforce any really effective blockade on the socialist bastions. The Prutenians would find the short trip into Danarum an easy voyage, without any loyalist interference.

When word of the volunteers reached the First Comrade, he immidately ordered them to be given bunks, and had their commanding officer summoned to the socialist headquarters at once.

As the volunteers were shown to their lodgings, a man int the uniform of the Worker's Army came running up.

"Greetings comrades," he gasped. Taking a breath, he continued. "First Comrade Gregorvich sends his greetings and thanks you for coming to the aid of the oppressed workers of Parina. Will your commanding officer please come with me? The First Comrade wishes to speak with whoever is in charge of your outfit."

by **Neo Prutenia** » Sun Jan 31, 2010 7:01 pm

The middle aged Prut disembarked from the boat, dressed in his U-Boot Kapitän's uniform, but with all insignia and rank removed, dark grey and dark blue in colour mostly, with his trenchcoat over his shoulders. He gave it to one of his soldier's as he disarmed his pistol and sword. Parina was way more warm then Neo Prutenia in this season. In a rather friendly manner, and with a broad, joyful smile, showing his white teeth, even brighter now next to his morning beard and in the low illumination of his enviroment, he packed the hand of the Parinian and tightened his grip - firm and strong, as he greeted him.

- " Friend, no, Brother, it is an honour for my man and me join your fight - please let someone help them unload our supplies while you bring me to your commander" - his english was correct, but he had a very thick, germanic accent. And now, with somewhat more light, his other distinctive feature, besides the deep voice, could be seen, a particular scar next to his left eye. As they both moved towards Gregorvich, he analized his enviroment, taking mental notes about the things around him, and how the socialist forces progressed.

by **Parina** » Sun Jan 31, 2010 8:23 pm

The man returned the handshake, but was obviously impatient. “A group of dockworkers will help you unload,” he said. “Please, follow me.”

Gregorvich’s headquarters was in a large warehouse, identical to the hundreds of other warehouses in the dockyards. This was primarily to fool loyalists planes and artillery.

Inside the warehouse, men and women ran around in a flurry of activity, and the constant drone of voices filled the large building. Gregorvich and a few military men were standing around a table, planning the upcoming operation.

The runner went ahead of the captain and informed the First Comrade of his arrival. Gregorvich turned around and clasped the Prutenian’s hand. “Ah, comrade captain! News of your volunteers’ arrival has greatly bolstered the morale of my generals! I am sure your men are eager for a fight. Let me show you what we are planning,” he showed the Prutenian over to the large table, which had a map laid out, covered in markings.

“We are here, Danarum,” Gregorvich pointed to a spot on the map. “The only other bastion of the workers is here, in Cypriacium. In ten day’s time, General Pugachev in Cypriacium will launch a major offensive from the city, with the intention of moving to link up with us here in Danarun.” The First Comrade traced a line from Cypriacium to Danarum on the map with his finger. “Once our forces have combined, we will be strong enough to launch an assault on Parsius, capital of the loyalists. Once the Royal Palace is under our control and the King dead or captured, we can break what’s left of the loyalists.”

He turned to the captain. “Your volunteers will be sorely needed in the operation. Does your group include any aircraft pilots? We lost several of our pilots in combat over the city recently, and while we have planes, we have no fliers. Air support will play a critical role in the attack,” he explained. “Every flier we can scrape up will be thrown into the battle for the skies.”

by **Neo Prutenia** » Sun Jan 31, 2010 9:26 pm

The Prut Kapitän was suprised by the brief and quick welcome, sensing the dire need of the Parinian socialists and the urgency of the situation. He leaned over the table and took a good look over the positions. Most socialist forces were isolated. And the lifting of the siege and union with the front in Cypriacium was a necessity. Finally, after a minute of silence, he spoke:

- " Well my new friend, I see the emergency here. If you don't lift the siege the revolution will just burn out. I have to disappoint you on the matter of pilots - I have none here. Most of my man are educated officers and sailors - submarine staff mostly. We have several excellent mechanics and engineers, and doctors with us. I know some of the engineers worked on an Aircraft Carrier or two during their career, they could make passable pilots, but not dogfighters. They would be better used to keep your planes and machinery operational." - he stopped for a moment, considering a few options he still had, another moment passes in silence before he adds:

- " I brought with me a list of Prut expats in Parina. Our government keeps track of those things very meticulously; some of them served in our Airforce - but that was years ago. Still, it might be worth a shot. I can get the list, check up on their adresses in Danarum and try to convince them to join our war effort. Neo Prutenia might not be able join, but we Prut sure are going to. By the way, we didn't take the opportunity to introduce each other properly - I am Kapitän Kristian Jäger - and I hope we'll be able to cooperate as well as we have been welcomed and accepted by your forces." -

by **Parina** » Sun Jan 31, 2010 9:35 pm

The First Comrade extended a hand. "First Comrade Alexsi Gregorvich, appointed leader of the Worker’s Republic of Parina. The mechanics will be welcomed-most of our planes that are still flying are doing so on a whim. By all means, Captain Jäger, go on your recruiting drive. Perhaps some of your fellows will be sympathetic."

In the background, the sound of artillery could be heard, and the sound of bombs. "Seems the loyalists are trying another assault," Gregorvich noted, apparently without alarm. "That's the fourth time this week, all failures. Any more of these and they'll run out of troops."

by **Neo Prutenia** » Mon Feb 01, 2010 2:15 pm

- "Then my friend, I hope that they'll keep attacking." - he shaked Gregorvich's hand, again with a rather strong grip, per Prut custom, and continued - " Pardon me now, friend, but I'll have to take a look at my man and after that visit a few old friends and countryman in this region. I'll come back 'til noon to report anything. If you need the mechanics, engineers or doctors right away, just send someone to pick 'em up, they'll respond immidiatly. Oh, and avoid taking Klaus von Liebnitz, the guy in black - he's a demolition expert. And crazy as hell. If he touches one of your planes it will explode" - Jäger stopped for a second, trying to find a word he rarely if ever used in english - " I think your people call his sort a jinx, or something like that." -

After Gregorvich's reply, Jäger went back to his man. He gave some final instructions before he went away. With some effort, he could find a boy in his early teens, who could barely understand his english, to take him to the adresses he mentioned. Some time passed and he was at the house he wished to visit and see with his own eyes for several years - and now he finally got the opportunity. As he knocked a young man opened - 18, or 19 years old, no more. He looked frightened as he saw Jäger's imposing size and demeanor - being even more scary with the now visible scar.

- "Hallo, Junge. Ist dein Vater, Walter, hier? Sag ihm ein alter Freund will ihn sehen." - ( Hello, boy. Is your father here? Tell him an old friend wants to see him.)

by **Vitius** » Mon Feb 01, 2010 5:49 pm

General J'Marque watched from his F4F Wildcat command aircraft as the other soldiers took flight. He himself did not know how to pilot aircraft; he was going to Parina for the ground effort.

Eight Douglas C-47 Skytrains transported exactly 295 groundmen, not including pilots and co-pilots. The loud aircraft made large ripples in the ocean beside the miliary airport as they took flight. J'Marque was told to buckle his seat as his aircraft took off. The trip would be about six hours.

Leading the V formation, Pilot Riala yelled over the noise to General J'Marque, who was seated behind him. "Should we stay or leave Parina after landing?"

"Stay! This is going to be quick, I assure you. Their numbers are little and their forces unorganized. We will most likely be done within the night." He yelled back, laughing. The prime reason that Dictator M'Quetre wished to fight in this small war was to gain diplomacy with Parina. A small country would be most heavily influenced by one such as Vitius.

Riala flicked a switch up, granting him access to the plane's radios. He announced, "Stay overhead! Access has yet to be granted. Upon signal, we will land. Anna!"

He flicked it back down and soon, he saw Parina. Even from this distance he could see the beautiful shores. Such shame their citizens would want to rebel. Again, he flicked the radio switch up to call Parina's guard. "Fleet Vitius, granting access to airport. Total: Nine aircraft, 313 men including pilots and co-pilots. Anna!" He waited for a response.

by **Parina** » Tue Feb 02, 2010 7:29 am

Danarum
Gregorvich returned the handshake. "Excellent! Every soldier you recruit is a victory for the workers! I'll see you back here when you return."

Outside, the loyalists continued their assault, but with reduced enthusiasm. Shells still rained down on the city and aircraft strafed the socialists' lines, but they held.

Over Parina
Soon after the general trasmitted his message, a pair of F-32 Warhakws rose from a hidden airfield.

"Vitius aircraft, you have granted clearance to land. Please follow us."

The fighters turned and led the volunteers to a larger airfield, obviously new. Several Warhawks and Vultures could be seen parked, as well as a few medium bombers.

When the Vitiusans(?) landed, a man in a general's uniform stood with a small honor guard at the edge of the tarmac, waiting for the volunteers' leader to appear.

OOC-Sorry for the short post, feeling a bit under the weather today.

by **Vitius** » Tue Feb 02, 2010 7:11 pm

Parinian Airport
Pilot Riala brought the aircraft down and signaled the others to land behind him. The aircraft came down smooth on the tarmac and eventually halted to a stop. He turned it around and began moving towards the men on the tarmac.

General J'Marque stepped out of the F4F wildcat. "I hate flying." Mumbled J'Marque. Vitius rarely led foreign expeditions and they had great transportation across the whole nation. He and other military officials weren't use to flying such long distances. To them, it was a moment to dread.

Straightening out his slightly ruffled uniform, he, Pilot Riala and one Royal Guard soldier began to walk towards two men, both of whom appeared to be high power. He walked to a man with a uniform suited with many medals, and bowed slightly to him. "Bonjour. My person is High General Pierre J'Marque, of the Royal Dictatorship of Vitius." He said as he bowed.

Done with the respectable bow, he then moved on to the basics. "I assume you are the authority here. I wish to ask the basic situation of your small revolt on hand and what we can do to help at the moment."

OOC: Also, I wanted to point out that we have a small influence of Japanese culture in our country and a large one of French. And it's fine if you didn't post as much, I tend to make my posts smaller then I would prefer on a regular basis. Not on purpose, though.

by **Parina** » Wed Feb 03, 2010 3:47 pm

The man in the general's uniform returned the bow. "Pleasure to meet you. I am General Andrew Jones, commander of the Army of Cypria. King James is most pleased that other nations are realizing the threat socialism poses to our nation. Please, follow me." He started walking towards a cluster of buildings.

The path led into a camouflaged building, guarded by machine-gun nests, through a room filled with radio operators, and into a large room with a huge map laid out on a table.

"Here is the strategic map," he declared. "As you can see by the red pieces, which mark the socialist positions, they are concentrated in two cities-Danarum in Anglicia Province, and Cypriacium here in Cypria Province. The leader of the socialists here, 'General' Pugachev, is buildin up his forces, possibly for an assault to link up with Danarum. My orders are to stand on the defensive and let the reds bleed themselves white on our defensive works outside the city."

His speech done, he turned to J'Marque. 'What forces do you bring to the field, General? I must know what kind of boost you have given me."

by **Neo Prutenia** » Thu Feb 04, 2010 4:58 pm

Danarum house of Walter Aldeman's House

Two man were sitting at a small, wooden kitchen table - both were drinking a mild, local tea The aroma was fruity, and it could be felt across the rather poorly lighted room. There was a strong feeling of discomfort mixed with suprise, fear and concern. They sat there quitly for several long, heavy minutes. The mechanical clock on the wall - of Prut origin and manufacture - pierced the silence with each click of the hands, as they moved across the silver surface of the watch. Jäger reluctantly decided to be the first to break the silence, after a good 20 minutes of keeping his mouth shut.

- " I guess you are still mad at me?" - Walter remained silent. He acknowledged Jäger's suspition by nodding his head, after a delay of 3-4 seconds. - " I see. Well, it was more then a decade ago. I hoped that you have managed to get over it." - " Hope is the first step on the road to disappointment" - " Quoting the Creed? Well, at least you said something." - " Kristian, I already know the answer, but I'd still like to ask. Why are you here?" - " To help the socialists in Parina." - " Don't insult my intelligence, Kristian. Why are you in my house?" - Jäger backed off a little, and took a mouthful of tea. He thought about a good answer for Walter. He settled for a direct one, to avoid their issue. - " I think that you can help me. I'd like to talk with our expats here. Most were members of the Studentenpartei* back home- some might be willing to help out if I ask them. Who is the leader of the expat community in Danarum?" - Walter cringed when he heard Studentenpartei, as if being reminded of something he wanted to forget for a long time, and succeded in doing so until now. - " Fahter Donnerling was our leader." - " Was? " - " He is dead now. He was seriously injured in a bomb run by the Royalists - our church was damaged. Even while injured, he directed our efforts to put out the fire. The Church was saved - he died of blood loss." - " Thats bad news. You didn't elect a new one?" - " No, it happened a few days ago. We want to wait for the end of the bombings before we all gather in one place. A stray bomb or shell could wipe out the entire community." - " I see. I doubt that they will attack by day - to risky. A flak could easily down their planes. Would you help me gather all expats by tomorrow morning?" - " What for?" - " Walter, you might have issues with our, or at least my, political leanings, but you have to respect our traditions and give every Prut in Danarum the opportunity to decide for himself if he'll join us, or stay aside." -

Walter took a sip from his cup, stood up and walked, hands crossed, to the other end of the room. He looked through the window. The sun was rising slowly on the horizon. He turned in Jäger's direction. - " Fine, I'll give my best. But I won't do it because we were friends. I'll do it because you are right - we cannot stand idle aside while people get hurt around us. Where do you want me to gather them? " - " At the church. I have something in my mind." -

Jäger and Aldeman parted without saying any words - both man understood each other without the need to vocalize their thoughts. Aldeman went back into his bed, to catch a few more hours of sleep before he had to bring his friends and countryman together. Jäger went back to his man to give a few orders and instructions. They had a lot of work to do before the morning comes.

by **Vitius** » Thu Feb 04, 2010 8:30 pm

"I am very glad that I can be here to assist with your small yet tedious uprising. Our Dictator understands the threat of a weak national government. The people can not be trusted." He said, smiling at General Jones. He and his two associates followed General Jones, while embracing the large climate difference Parina had from Vitius.

J'Marque took in the explanation and examined the map. He tilted his head towards General Jones. "I have exactly 295 soldiers under my command. Our troops are broken down into five sections. An officer controls each of those sections and each has control over 58 soldiers. Three sections have light weapons, consisting of a standard rifle and pistol. One section carries a standard machine gun and sub-machine gun. The remaining section is heavy infantry and carries artillery. Every soldier is equipped with seven grenades. There are two people in every section which possess technology to make frequent radio signals if needed. Our men are trained for about a year and a half to two years." Boasted J'Marque. His group, in truth, was a very isolated one. However, they all knew eachother and that added to the support and defense that they gave eachother.

"General Jones, if you don't mind me advising, I think you should hold a strict lockdown of Danarum and Cypriacium. These rebels want to influence others. If you hold a lockdown, the influence and idealogy will remain inside those cities. During this time, you may also want to control your country's media. People take more action when they know that there are others with the same idea as themselves."

by **Parina** » Sun Feb 07, 2010 2:39 pm

General Jones nodded. "So you've got a reinforced battalion, by Parinan standards. Good, the men will be useful."

Jones gestured to the map again. "Most of what you have suggested is already in place. There is little media in Parina anyway-we have some newspapers and radios, but not many. Those with socialists leanings have either been shut down or destroyed. We have strong defensive works in place around both cities, to prevent a breakout, but here in Cypria we are running low on soldiers to man these works. That's where your men will come in.

"We expect Pugachev to move soon, and the faster your troops get set in, the better. We need to make sure this rebellion stays contained."

OOC-Sorry for the delay, I was without internet most of the weekend

by **Vitius** » Sun Feb 07, 2010 6:08 pm

J'Marque nodded. "I hope they shall be useful. These foolish revolutionaries shouldn't be allowed to take your government." He said. He was sure that his men were not needed, anyhow. How the Parinan soldiers couldn't handle simple civilians with arms was mysterious to him.

"It should be very simple. If requested, Vitius may send in additional forces to monitor inside your cities. There are various measures that can be taken. A national curfew for example; if said curfew is violated, the criminal is executed. It will prevent any unwanted rebel meetings to commerce." He looked at the map again. The areas were medium to small-sized. It should be easy for Parina to stop these crimes.

J'Marque took his eyes away from the map and focused towards General Jones. "I shall see to it that my men prepare correctly and sufficiently. Thank you and I hope all goes well." He turned away and walked out of the compound with his two companions.

by **Neo Prutenia** » Sun Feb 07, 2010 11:19 pm

Danarum, the local Kneipe* - Rheinhaus used as a Prut gathering place
during the early morning, sunrise

Most Prut expats were assembled in the pub, mainly men with just a few women. Walter Aldeman woke most of them up, personally no less, and all were informed about the situation. Interestingly, it could be seen that all men present were freshly shaved, most not longer then 20 minutes ago, and dressed a little bit less appropriate for a unsuspected, emergency morning gathereing and more for a business meeting, or formal occasion. Leave it to a Prut, never to forget social norms. Alderman spoke first, adressing all present, as soon as evryone arrived:

- " Friends, you know everything I know - I told you who arrived, I told you his intentions, and I told you what he expects from us. So, I ask all of you, who wants to join him, and who not?" - the group started to mumble amog themselves. At some point, the Landlord interrupted the noise - " Hey, people, I don't want this mess here. If the fighters see that I have opened they will barge in and demand drinks on the house, for their glorious revolution, or whatever. So, go to the church square as that Jäger fellow demanded!" - The people gathered, one by one and formed a column with Alderman in the front. They marched to the old church place.

To their big suprise, around 20 men could be seen repairing, and working around the church, and many more running around, bringing building materials from various shops and places. At the Church door, Jäger could be seen standing, directing his man's efforts of restoration. He acted suprised when he saw the expats gathering before the temple, and shouted to his man to halt the noise.

- " My dear brothers, my countrymen, my fellow Prut, it is an honor for me to finally meet you all, and in such a hallowed place no less. I trust my old friend, Walter, already told you everything important, so we can just go right in and talk like civilized man." - " Funny to hear the words civilized from a Studentenpartei member." - " Walter, please, you could bring at least a small bit of respect and patience here with you, if not for me, then for the rest of the people here." - As Jäger put Alderman in his place, mocking him in front of the crowd, Walter regreted his words. He unconvincingly said fine to Jäger and joined the mass of people entering the church. The interior was cleaned up and restored, most holes in the roof where closed, the windows and glass replaced and even a bottle of wine and a plate with bread were placed near the altar. Jäger and a few of his man came in last. He took position behind the alter, as a preacher, while his man stood around him in two small groups. Jäger took a deep breath, letting the cold air of the church filling his lungs and refresh his mind, then he started:

- "I know most of you left after, or even during the Unification war. I know you blame the Studentenpartei for it. And yes, during the war atrocities were commited by both sides. It was an awful thing. Frietz, I remember you. You served on the cruiser Stettin. You and I both participated in the assault on Hamburg. To many civilians died. Walter, you were also there - I still remember how you bombarded the port to soften up their defences. How many did you kill?" - he paused for a moment, as his and Walter eyes locked each other, pure contempt travelling between them - " And I believe most of you did things, that you don't like to think about. Things that you don't even like to remember in a nightmare, not to mentioned being conscious and aware of them. Well, I didn't leave Neo Prutenia to give you consolation. No. I came to confront you with your deeds. Your terrible deeds. You left after commiting crimes. You left, because you were to weak to live up for the things you've done. Tell me, did you manage to run away from your conscience? Did you escape the guilt?" - He paused again, looking up each and every one of them in the face, their discomfort and sorrow evident, he continued lauder and with a increased pace - " Do you know what sickend me most? You left your country when it needed you most. Where were you when we had to rebuilt? Where were you when we had to confront the demons we created during the war? You left us alone. Many righteous people stayed behind. Do you know what they did? Do you now what I did. We lived with it. We tried to change things. I stayed, and tryed to change the party from the inside. I fought the system. I was bleeding even after the war, and many of us who stayed behind did so. We fought for many more years. We fought to preserve our society, to save it. To heal it. And we succeeded. We now have a land we can be proud off. We now have a true socialist paradise - our meritocracy was not only preserved, she was improved." -

He waited a few long moments, perhaps a few minutes even, before he continued. Nobody dared to break the silence or interrupt the previous speech. They came in unision, but now each one of them was alone with his guilt. And Jäger knew it. He knew that he could get them. Naive Prut - mention to them that they disappointed their society and they fall into depression. Now he moved to his coup de grace. - " I'm not here to judge you, either. You had to find a way to live after that. It was your choice, your right to do so. But you have to pay for it. You have to finally accept what you've done. You there, yes you, man in the third row, second from left. I can see your tears, what have you done, confess my brother. Confess it here, in the house of God, before our community!" - The man stuttered, as if trying to say something, but just couldn't - "Let it out,man! Free yourself!" - Jäger pushed him further, if one cracks, all will do. - " I...I was a bomber Pilot. I made bomb runs over the western cities, targeting civilian structures as well as military. I killed so many innocents, I...I'm sorry." - " Yes, good, my friend, let it out. I know ou followed your orders. We all did. But did you follow the orders of you heart? Your conscience?" - As he spoke, one by one, all confessed. Shooting rioters, leaving friends to die, desserting, raping, murder - all neatly confessed. Jäger knew his crowd. He read all their reports, meticulously kept by the Prut government - many people left because they couldn't handle the things that happened during the war - and all Prut man in Danarum were former soldiers, mostly conscripts, but several regulars. As they broke down of self-pity and loathing he knew he had them.

They couldn't help but feel this way - after seeing one of them after such a long time. They might be brothers in pain, they might have been able to help and conslot each other, but here before them stood their worst fear, all those things they left a decade ago behind. Even Walter felt guilty. He remembered the days and nights he was drunk, out of his mind. The empty periods he didn't think or feel anything, just working and trying to forget. The guilty conscience drove all the expats to accomplish and build more in Parina, and elsewhere in the world, then expected of them. - " My fellow Prut, you now have the opportunity to right your sins and clear your conscience - join me, help me prevent all the things that happened in Neo Prutenia during our revolution. We, not only as Prut, but more so as humans, as people who know, have the duty to guide and help the Parinians in their revolutions. We didn't know then, but we know now. Let us share our knowledge, and fight for this country. Let this revolution be an example to the world. Together we can clear Neo Prutenia past from the blood we shed in vain, by helping Parina!" - And one by one, all joined, with zeal in their eyes, and a unstoppable desire to fight in their hearts.

Danarum, HQ of the Socialists
An hour later

- " Comrade Gregorvich, I have good news, and better news. The Prut expat community in Danarum is ready to fight for your cause. We are fully behind you. The better news is, I have founded among them many pilots, eigth fighter pilots, four bomber pilots and a another engineer, a specialist for aviation machines and equipment to be precise. All of them have 4 years of combat experience, gained during our own Unification war. I already took the liberty to organize and assign them. If you could give us 8 planes, we could bring them to Prut standards in 3 days, max, and take down anything the Royal Parinian airforce can bring up into the air. My crew is ready to start the work and modification immidiatly, and here is a list of all the man I mustered, as well as the needed supplies, most of which can be found and delivered from the various workshops and stores here in Danarum. I won't insist on anything, but at least consider my suggestions. The men I mustered will fight best if we keep them together and modify some planes to ressemble Prut ones, as they would be more familiar with them. I know the delay of 3 days could be dangerous for your forces, but the efficency and impact of a fully trained and experienced fighter wing shouldn't be underestimated in the long run." - he handled Gregorvich the papers and lists
and put on a serious and professional face. - " What do you say, comrade?" -

by **Parina** » Tue Feb 09, 2010 3:36 pm

Danarum
Gregovich looked ecstatic. "This is excellent news, comrade!" He pumped the man's hand. "You are to be congratulated and rewarded for your service. When your new recruits are read for battle, the offensive begins!"

Outside Cypriacium
General Jones nodded. "If you need a guide, I'll assign one of my aides to escort you around."

by **Parina** » Sun Feb 14, 2010 2:45 pm

OOC-I'm back from my absence, but I won't be posting the beginning of the offensive until Monday, so just sit tight.

by **Neo Prutenia** » Tue Feb 16, 2010 1:45 pm

Danarum, makeshift warehouse used for the modifications of the Parinian P-40s

The Prut Expat community worked hard under the guidind hand of Jäger and the pressure of the soon to be offensive. Jäger had a knack for motivating people, especially so soldiers and their like. He played on the Prut's experience and training, traits which they gained during their 6 years of warfare during the Unification war. And it was this experience which Jäger thought the Parinians lacked. Yet, he knew his man haven't seen the inside of a cockpit in years, and some kind of refreshment on the subject would be needed for them to become a genuine asset to the socialist faction.

To achieve a sense of familiarity and confidence among his volunteers, Jäger ordered the planes to be painted Prut grey, and as a bonus to bolstering his mans fighting spirit, it would make the Royalists fear the new, Grey Eigth - die Grauen Achter. He had a local Prut clockmaker change the instruments into the Prut language, and even the new letters were written in gothic script. He still proudly displayed the Parinian flag, although with the modifications of the socialist's faction insignias, on the wings. He also put a small icone of the Lady of Prut, to bring luck to the pilots. All these small tokens would help the man fight.

But the customizations and modifications weren't only cosmetic in nature. He also ordered the two engineers and the mechanics to slightly tweak and change the performance of the planes to be more similar to Prut fighters. They used the time to make small changes to the engine, wingspan and weight of the plane. The goal was to improve the combat capabilities in higher altitude, and increase the speed and rate of climb, and they succeded more or less. Of course, in such little time they couldn't exactly reproduce real Prut aircraft, but they managed to outclass Parinian royalists planes in these areas, by sacrificing maneuverability, dive speed and structural strength. They achieveed in creating a perfect interceptor and high altitude fighter, capable of suddenly taking off and attacking from below quickly and then remain a threat from above.

With the same firepower as the normal P-40s used by the royalists, dog fights would be won or lost by the skill and maneuvers of the pilots, giving the Prut a slight edge in fighting, and the socialists a valuable tactical advantage. And the higher altitude ment that Royalist bombers would be endangered by the new squad. Jäger only lamented that his man won't be able to give full support to the ground units or attack enemy cities or fortifications, which was especially bothersome as most Prut volunteers will fight on land.

- " Well, my friends, we are ready to give our best in the air. I want you to make the royalist fear even to mention the grey planes above Danarum, let alone dare fight them. I want our brothers on the ground, Prut and Parinian alike to now that we'll keep the Air safe!" - told Jäger to the assembled Expats, and all responded in unision - " Yes, Herr Käpiten!" -

He left them after a few finishing orders and instructions were given, and went to Gregovich. After he waited for him to be free, not wanting to distract him from his duties and planning, he reported to him their successes and plans. - " As you can see, brother Gregovich, we can use them as a great tactical suprise and morale boost. And if we manage to capture a Royalist bomber we could utilize the remaining four pilots, or keep them in reserve 'til then. Now, as for the rest of my man, they are ready and prepared to fight, we'd just like to know were wwe could be used the most?" -

Danarum house of Walter Aldeman's

Walter sat in a corner with a half-finished cup of tea. The tea was already cold. He looked upon the small icon of the Lady of Prut, trying to figure out what would happen in the following days. Jäger achieved to motivate the Expats, but Walter still had his doubts. He kept them to himself, not wanting to lower the morale of his friends. He wrote a small letter to his friend, another Prut, in the capital and he sent it away via a local fisherman and smuggler who so far managed to successfully avoid Royalist patrols. He hoped the Fisherman could relay the letter to another man who could bring it to Parsius, for Bauer to see. It did cost him quite a sum of pounds to pay, but he didn't care.

by **Parina** » Sun Feb 21, 2010 7:53 pm

OOC-This is not dead, I've just been more occupied than expected recently. The offensive begins tomorrow.

by **Parina** » Mon Feb 22, 2010 5:12 pm

Danarum, Parina
It was time.

The socialists had been hoarding supplies and conserving ammunition for weeks in preparation for this offensive. Now it was time to put those hoarded munitions to use.

First Comrade Gregorvich watched as the gunnery sergeants barked orders to the gun crews manning the array of howitzers and field guns the socialists had either captured or smuggled in.

“Sir, the men await your orders.”

Gregorvich looked over the guns, all pointed in the direction of the loyalist lines.

“Open fire.”

The guns spoke as one in the first salvo, sending hundreds of shells flying at once. Then the process of reloading, recalibrating, and firing began, and the tempo changed. But the effect was the same-the barrage shattered the loyalist lines around Danarum, which were unprepared to receive a barrage of such intensity.

Outside Cypriacium, the same was occurring. General Pugachev’s artillery broke the loyalist lines, and from behind a smokescreen rolled a brigade of T17 light tanks. The loyalists replied with whatever anti-tank artillery they had, but it wasn’t enough. The tanks and the accompanying infantry broke through the lines and began advancing towards Danarum.

Outside Danarum, there were fewer tanks, but backed up by the guns and bombs of the Prutenian airplanes. Loyalist planes rose to meet them, but in few numbers and in a disorganized manner. The situation was the same-the socialists broke out and headed for Cypriacium. The two spearheads ground towards each other, while the royalists scrambled for a response.

Outside Cypriacium
General Jones had the Vitiusian commander called into his headquarters immediately following the beginning of the socialist offensive.

“The damn reds have launched a major offensive,” he said. “I’ve got orders to stop them if I can, slow them down if I can’t stop them outright. Your forces are going to move right into the path of the socialists here,” he pointed to a point on the map, “and fight like devils while I shift more forces into the line. You’ll have plenty of air support and artillery, but the reds have tanks and we don’t have many AT guns. Can you do it?”

by **Neo Prutenia** » Wed Feb 24, 2010 12:00 pm

-Danarum, near the frontlines

The Prut Volunteers sat in the shade of some big tree. Jäger erected a small tent to serve as a front HQ for the company. Within the tent, he and a few of the former sub officers sat around a table a looked upon a improvised map of the surounding area.

- " We should wait here and see how the battle progresses. Our brother in the sky are doing an excellent job. Yet, the royalists might respond with FLAK fire or their own planes. If one of ours goes down, which I doubt, we need to retrieve him and bring him to safety. But I'm more concerned what will happen in the fighting in between the two cities." - he pointed on that area on the map, and tapped his finger on the wooden table. After a few seconds he stood up and made a circle around the tent. Another man added to Jäger's statement. - " Perhaps we should prepare ourselves as a stopgap measure. We have grenades, some antitank rifles and machine guns for the infantry, we could bring good impact and firepower to a weakspot in the lines, which the royalists wouldn't expect." - " Yes, but I still want to wait a few more hours here, before we proceed. The expat community in Cypriacium can wait. As soon as we have secured our positions here, we'll move on. And we shall be the rear guard if the Danaran socialists have to retreat suddenly." - " Yes, Herr Kapitän." -

So the man on ground waited to see where they might be needed, if they will at all. In the meantime the modifed planes were a nightmare for the forces of the royalists, strafing and shooting at them at each turn. And Prut maneuvers were very vicious regarding that, as each pilot, experienced from previous wars, knew how to keep constant pressure on the forces below by making his attacks follow right behind his predecessor, but from a different angle. The constant barrage from all sides made infantry units crumble fast and broke their morale quite easily. And the royalist soldiers were, as it seemed, no exception to this rule.

The Parinan Civil War (CLOSED)

The Parinan Civil War (CLOSED)

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