Third Tarkanese-Whiteshorian War (Closed/MT)(AttnWhiteshore)

by **The Tarkanese Federation** » Tue Dec 22, 2015 4:25 am

Official Announcement of Hostilities
In light of recent and relentless agression and wanton disregard by the Whiteshorian Government and it's Military, we are yet again forced to vote upon the future of Whiteshore, the Tavern voted 12-1 to commence hostilities against the Whiteshorian Nation. We have issued many repeated and tired warnings to cease and desist aggression. Yet here we are yet again trying to prevent another build-up of arms to overwhelm our people.

Time and time again the Whiteshorians have violated the New Haven Treaty, an article they committed to fervently and then fervently disregarded. We outlined this treaty to ensure and fair and even power balance in the region, favouring the Whiteshorian side as well. Yet this did not satisfy their greedy urges. We see little change in this path and must put a stop to it.

President Sofia A. Saddler

Barely a kilometer east of La Candleria, the first shots of the war commenced, two 155mm TA6H Field Artillery Pieces erupted like peels of thunder as they launched their projectiles, the Dewhurst-Narculian FNM22, a dialed yield nuclear artillery shell, both dialed to 6.25kt. Both streaked through the humid night air, trailing faint condensation trails. Falling, the basic altimeters read back the altitude, dialed to 250 feet, upon the correct figure being reached, both shells detonated, low over the town of Anton, strongly believed to be secret Whiteshorian army staging ground. Detonating merely a 1km apart, twin mushroom clouds rose over the sea of fire. Fallout from the blast would render the area and the strip of land to the coast too radioactive for humans for two months, let alone long term occupation for a few years. The only arterial highway to the border was somewhere in among the fire.

Over Chitre and the Southern Canal Zone, 45 I4 fighters orbited in formations of 5, bellies bristling with AIM-9 Sidewinders and the occasional "Sukaifurasshu" AANM, a special import from Hayanba, ideal for dealing with the imbalances in air-force numbers. A Embu AWACS was circling over Santiago, providing constant theater updates

Out to sea, 25km East of Chitre, TNS Black April and TNS St Paul launched their volley of cruise missiles at the Rio Hato Aitport Bridge, the Chalme Airport, the Bridge of the Americas, the Centennial Bridge and the Tocumen Airport, a total of 20 missiles, each carrying ten 60kg sub-munitions, upon firing the missiles, both ships turned south, at slow revolutions, on a war footing and buttoned down in anticipation on the light fallout.

The army though for the most part, stayed put in the defense they had set about building in the past 20 months, redoubts, bunkers and outposts dotted the vegetated hills over looking the only valley with the only road past the border zone. Though a Whiteshorian assault would take weeks to get even to the first line of defense, let alone arrive in force. The lack of a good passable road and the lingering radiation would make it very hard to get sizable units through quickly let alone with support.

However the Army wasn't entirely out of the fight, six TV4z "Basilisk" wheeled tank destroyers were east of Sagreja, making their way across the border, driving along the shallow river that meandered through the remote jungle. It'd take them a day to reach their target of Oajaca, the "Basilisks" were carting plenty of spare fuel tanks on the sides, more than enough to reach Oajaca. The hot jungle was barely noticeable in the cool air-conditioned vehicles as they slowly crawled their way south-west.

by **Whiteshore** » Tue Dec 22, 2015 6:10 am

OOC: Please don't bring in your SACTO allies Tark and I won't bring mine.
IC:
New Petrograd
The Whiteshorian Prime Minister, Nikolai Aguilar, was informed of the declaration of war on his country by the Tarkanese in 3:13 am and after a meeting with the military officers of Whiteshore, Prime Minister Nikolai Aguilar gave a stirring speech to the Whiteshorian people at 8:16 am on live television:

This morning, the Tarkanese, due to their unjust treaty, decided to declare war on our great nation. As many of us Whiteshorians remember, the Tarkanese rammed an unjust treaty down the throats of our great nation using nuclear weapons. Now, our great nation has asserted itself and these Tarkanese think that it's greedy and bad, but our cause is just! The Whiteshorian people do not desire war, but the Tarkanese fought unjustly and aggressively against our great nation. Soon, we will liberate the territories the Tarkanese stole from us and bring down foreign aggression! Long Live Whiteshore!

The speech was met by cheering crowds in New Petrograd and other major Whiteshorian cities and less than 30 minutes later, Prime Minister Aguilar called for a declaration of war on Tarkan which passed both houses of the Constituent Assembly unanimously with the exception of the 11 MAW senators and 64 MAW representatives and the MAW was banned a few hours later by the Whiteshorian government. The declaration of war itself was met with ambivalence by Whiteshorians with some resignation but in the patriotic frenzy due to the fact Whiteshore had been attacked, many Whiteshorians immediately volunteered for the army while the government made plans for a partisan war in case the Tarkanese capture cities.
The Front Line
The Tarkanese artilery strike on Anton killed 18,500 people but ironically, only 14 of them were Whiteshorian soldiers, mainly special forces as the bulk of the Whiteshorian force was further south in defensive lines. The Whiteshorian bridges and airports were damaged with the Rio Hato bridge destroyed and the Centennial bridge heavily damaged and the airports sustaining moderate damage. But the Whiteshorians had begun to fight back as the TNS Black April and TNS St. Paul would find out soon as they didn't know it, but 30 J-15 fighters along with 10 Radegast Fighters were conducting air patrols in the area and when they spotted the Tarkanese ships on radar, they decided to intercept the Tarkanese warships with anti-ship missiles. Meanwhile in Oajaca and other towns near the frontline, the Whiteshorian special forces and the citizens evacuated under the cover night, leaving behind a few dozen crates in each town. In addition, the Whiteshorian air force put it's pilots on high alert on the first day of the war as a rapid reaction force was assembled out of three Carthage class cruisers, 5 Type-110, "Tiamat" Destroyers, 10 Jiankai II Frigates, and 8 Type-105, "Sobek" Corvettes was put out to sea as well by the Whiteshorian navy

by **Romane Filipina** » Tue Dec 22, 2015 7:11 am

OOC: I respect a one on one conflict, this is nothing more than moral support.

The Greater Philippine bayan official komuniko
KALIHIMAN NG PANDAYUHANG UGNAYAN

Encryption: Code: None

Mabuhay!

Madame Sadler,

We are extremely DISMAYED by your rejection to our assurances that we and our allies want nothing but peace and that you must not interfere in the Whiteshorian efforts to national restructuring because of the problems of our alliance, the UCASIRE and their resolve to focus on the problems of our collective coalition rather than the mundane problems of your nation's concerns towards our efforts which we recognize but do try our best to lead into a sense of security because of the true nature of our convictions. Alas, you have betrayed this good will and therefore, by displaying this unfathomable act of aggression towards our ally and your murder of countless of innocent civilians out of pure false fear and mindless paranoia, you have declared war against the bayan as well.

We express our moral support to every form of reprise the Whiteshorian Federation will return as a result of this aggression with the same amount of treachery as those displayed by SACTO against the bayan regardless of how much it acts in accordance to its want for peace and pray for their absolute victory in this war for liberation.

Signatura ni Punong (Leader's signature)
Adriano Timente

Rosa Rivera, Foreign ministress

Akasya Sebastian, Interior ministress

by **The Tarkanese Federation** » Wed Dec 23, 2015 5:55 am

The fallout would soak the Whiteshorian defenses, carried on the soft northerly breeze, within a few minutes, the radiation levels would begin to rise rapidly as minute particles feel from the heavens, the defensive line would see readings from 50-250rads per hour, enough to be fatal in 2-8 hours. The Tarkanese border troops were more prepared of course, most ad NBC suits immediately on hand and all wore NBC masks on their belts, always in reach.

TNS Black April was the first to detect the torpedo launch, turning directly to the source, sonar actively searching for the culprit. Hydrophones definately recorded a distinct whoosh of torpedo tube flooding, making a submarine most likely, TNS St Paul was a little slower of the mark, turning around to the west as well, the Kali torpedo destined for her though detonated just above the seafloor, having run into the shallow water under her stern, the resulting detonation and the gas bubble blossomed, cratering the silt and lifting the stern of St Paul 3 feet. Instantly the power dropped aboard before the generators kicked back online, but St Paul still turned to Starboard, her rudders jammed and her port propeller mangled by the blast, leaks were unknown yet but St Paul immediately radioed Black April that she was out of the fight for now. The use of a heavy torpedo was enough to pinpoint the location of the launch down to a 1km radius, launching a RTS2, a Tarkanese variant of the ASROC. The missile arced into the inky sky, a flickering white flame against the black. Carrying to near the designated area, it dropped the payload of a 21' Spearfish torpedo. Captain Blake, was rather angry with himself and his crew for not picking up on enemy sooner, "Alright, if we don't get the submarine on the first pass or the second, fire off another RTS2 to cover our bacon. WEPs, that's an order, can E-com get Chitre Command updated on the situation?" He asked as he watched the screen in front of him, a dull copy of the sonar display that one of the WEPs officers had up at their station.
"Chitre Command, this is Black April hailing, we are at location 5-er, dash, 7, search box blue, we are under attack,we want to know if there any friendly SSK's in the region?"
"Negative Black Alpha, no known friendlies"
"Requesting a Gannet MP overhead asap, we have a ship out of action"
"Chitre AFB has confirmed they have a Gannet fuelled and good to go, should be overhead in half an hour."
"Thanks Chitre, we'll keep you updated on the situation"

The Spearfish was without it's wire-guidance but upon it's release into the water the active terminal sonar homing sensors kicked in, sensing a massive object in the shallow waters, the sonar could not ignore such an obvious target. The gas turbine driven pump jet propelled the torpedo to it's set speed of 70knts, towards the target.

St Paul had slowed right down, her starboard propeller just spinning to keep some head way, damage control teams had stemmed a few dozen small leaks here and there to minimize the flooding which had left the aft most compartments with knee-deep water and no lighting but the rest of the ship was back at strength, the port propeller was immobilized by the blast but both rudders, whilst slow to answer and shuddering slightly were back. St Paul was making just 4.2 knots, in the time it had taken to get steerage back, she had cut behind Black April and was heading NW, towards Chitre, there wasn't any port at Chitre but it was shallow and clam water and would make do till daybreak.

2km west of Oajaca, the Basilisks paused for a refuel, using some of the jerry cans strapped to the side as the gun crews surveyed the surrounding jungle. Once it was done, the crews piled back inside of the vehicles, Oajaca was meant to be a way-point, on route to Anton Valley where they could set up a roadblock.

Having departed Chitre Airforce Base, the Gannet, a twin turbo prop patrol craft, flew low over the sea, a mere 1000ft. Whilst protected doubly by the anti-aircraft missile batteries and the formations of jets over Chitre, the Gannet still was cautious. It would be a few more minutes before they reached the area that the enemy submarine was expected to be operating in but Sonabuoys were ready and under it's wings 2 Spearfish torpedoes, ready to be deployed.

by **Whiteshore** » Thu Dec 24, 2015 5:29 am

The Seas off Whiteshore
The Whiteshorian nuclear sub was sunk by the torpedoes with all hands lost as the Whiteshorian Rapid Reaction Force patrolled the seas of Whiteshore for any Tarkanese warships.
12 kilometers northwest of New Petrograd
The Whiteshorian missile silos there were getting their orders via basic fax communications on a top-secret line to avoid Tarkanese detection. For they were the vengeance weapons of the Whiteshorian nation against the Tarkanese who had murdered 18,000 civilians due to their paranoid delusions and were murdering more with radiation. They were going to avenge the mass murder with new Saigant cruise missiles as part of "Operation infinite vengeance", justice for the Whiteshorians killed by Tarkanese aggression. Then, after the cryptic message "If we burn, you burn with us!" was transmitted to the silos, they fired their M-4 Saigant missiles at their targets, the Tarkanese defense line, in total, 299 M-4 Saigants will rain on the Tarkanese defense line, 175 armed with cluster munitions and 124 with White Phosporous with 10 cluster munition armed Saigants and 5 White Phosporous-armed Saigants aimed straight at the 155mm TA6H nuclear artilery pieces and 1 M-4 Saigant would be fired over the skies of New Haven in a bid to cut Tarkanese communications with an electro-magnetic pulse.
375 km outside New Haven
The Whiteshorian AWACs planes were busy conducting recon on Tarkanese intentions regarding missiles and Tarkanese military actions regarding their air force and sending the messages to the Whiteshorian high command in New Petrograd

by **Inyourfaceistan** » Fri Dec 25, 2015 11:17 pm

Open Ocean; Approaching the Tarkanese Federation

A convoy of nine ships cruised through the oceans headed for the Tarkanese Federation, five of these were military vessels. Two Roucharde-class frigates and two Bolícedi-class destroyers held the line on the surface scanning for aircraft above and submarines below, while a single Type-60 SSP patrolled just over 100km ahead of the pack and crawling on the thermocline just over 100m depth, with its sonar operating on silent and thus almost invisible. Behind them all, was the true prize of the ship pack - four Panamax-sized oil tankers bringing in black gold in the form of refined Inyurstan petrol.

This convoy was aimed not just to bring oil to the Tarkanese Federation, but to establish a corridor for which to bring in future shipments of fuel to their SACTO allies. At the moment, several key officials from members of the Inyurstan government to SACTO commanders to the Tarkanese themselves were not ready to get directly involved, despite the natural tendencies of honor and die-hard brotherhood that took place between allies, they needed to show the world that any Tarkanese victory would undoubtedly be a victory for the Tarkanese by the Tarkanese.
The Inyurstans would make no direct deployment, no offensive operations. If the Whiteshorian imperialist invaders wanted to dictate who the Tarkanese could and couldn't make economic transactions with, then it would not only be there immediate loss but it would also give the Inyurstans fair reason to get involved directly in helping another oppressed people reject the extremist and ideological supremacist hordes who sought to subject those different to their bullshit beliefs of cultural destruction and all around degeneracy. Already, three brigades were on stand-by awaiting the order for immediate deployment to the Tarkanese Federation should shit go south and the enemy give them a big fat reason to be in-country in a matter of hours. Not to mention opening another front would help nations such as Inyursta and Nihon who have proven time and time again they can fight on multiple fronts, while Whiteshore's "allies" (puppet masters) in Asigna and Cedoria hadn't even proven they could fight on one front.
If Whiteshore wanted to keep it a 1v1 fight all they had to do was let the convoy pass without incident; if they wanted to give the Tarkanese an ally to aide them directly, then all they had to do was attack the convoy...

by **Libraria and Ausitoria** » Fri Jan 01, 2016 8:47 pm

Alexandria, Ausitorian Empire
The Aestorian Commonwealth of Libraria and Ausitoria
Three afternoons ago - wind south-easterly - Alexandrian stock exchange +4.2 - ABC Newsflash: Construction of Spacescraper delayed due to bad weather

For good or evil, the Aestoreans are as egotistical as a chicken who has got to the other side: they know they are in the right.

Sir Henry Taylor, returned as Prime Minister with a stunning majority, stared out from the bay windows over the gloomy battlements, across the runways, passed the spires, through the bridges, and out across the open waters, humming with the trade of Empire. Everything was going terrifically well.

The Ausitorian government – by which I mean, for those who don’t know it, about a thousand senior civil servants, politicians, businessmen, and public notaries whose squabbles and plots on average managed to give the nation a vaguely anarchic sense of direction, whatever the Prime Minister might do – was in that most unusual of situations: an enviable position of power and prestige in international affairs. They were merrily building coalitions across international finance and trade, they were marshalling the left-wingers to fight the right-wingers and leave them centrist kingmakers, they were finally (they hoped) escaped from that awful catastrophe by which the loony right (as they called SACTO) had come to dominate international diplomacy over the moderates.

They did not exactly understand why they were disliked so thoroughly by this loony right. True, in their eyes, this loony right was, to take the example of the Nihonese, a bunch of fascist nationalist xenophobic homophobic barbarians who had mistakenly rejected the symbiosis between diversity and innovation and productivity and prosperity and happiness. But, as the Foreign Secretary had patiently explained to him six months ago, in thoughts that he now considered to be his own, that merely made them uneducated barbarians who would fall behind in the technology race and eventually be conquered and re-educated in the (likely) event that Ausitoria discovered time travel first within the next ten thousand years or so. Exactly why the loony right disliked this stance was unknown. However, for all the ‘live and wait’ attitude that Aestorian caution preferred, the loony right had made the frightfully short-sighted decision to strike at Ausitoria’s interests, and now finally Ausitoria was in the position to go onto the counter-offense.

The Prime Minister sat back down again at the table. The Whittingrey Citadel was an extraordinary building, with an impossibly complicated layout of private castles merged into a palatial residence, and here on the fifth floor the floors were uneven and the room eclectically decorated from every period: its personality completely matching to its designated purpose as the Whittan Council Office.

The Whittan, that most frightening of organizations, the true sovereign power of the Aestorian Commonwealth; an invisible hydra of a committee with anywhere up to several billion heads, commanding the nation more thoroughly than any individual ever could, averaging differences, forever quarreling, but embodying all the unstoppable inertia of the entire nation. It was the balance of power in Ausitoria, it was the balance in the International Freedom Coalition, and it would, if it could, balance the whole world.

The Prime Minister wanted to be liked, he had entered politics to make a difference; he had had the extraordinary luck to be catapulted to high office. He thought he was in charge, and yet even now, in the moment of his victory, the ground was shape-shifting beneath his feet. His government – the average of that Hydra – thought it was high time to restore the balance of power in favour of the moderate kingmakers, the liberal centrists, striking out for more scientific innovation, economic advancement, and infinite eternal happiness. They were willing to work with the loony right – but only insofar as the loony right was willing to work with them.

The Foreign Secretary, His Imperial Highness Henry Terefort, de-principio Head of State, looked at him, and the Prime Minister had the fleeting impression of a turquoise chicken. “Everybody knows that Whiteshore is not only liberal (like Ausitoria) but also one of the last left-wingers active on the wold stage," he said, summing up the cabinet meeting. "For diplomatic reasons, of course, the Ausitorian government will not get directly involved. How can we, when one of our allies is already supporting the opposite side? But if our allies can convoy, so can we. I have already… Chattakanged them.”

Chattakanged? What was the Foreign Secretary talking about? The Prime Minister tapped on his ipad. Of course: Chattakang Shipping Limited. Run by the Profligate Pandas. According to Wikipedia – The Profligate Pandas is a historic clan, organization, and liberal think-tank, private intelligence organization, and corporate activist commonly considered the technical head of state of New Chattakang.

A shape-shifting social society in the brain of the hydra. And again the Prime Minister realized, with a stunning moment of clarity, that he was only one part of a far greater whole over which nobody had much say, and then he instantly forgot it again, for great leaders and made by great deceptions, and so the Prime Minister nodded, and pretended, hoped, decided that he was leading the nation on their diplomatic meddling.

And so the scene had been set. When Whiteshore was attacked, and when social media came to discuss it, it was the last straw to the most important people in Ausitoria: everybody. And of course they had no difficulty at all in acquiring the formal protection of the Ausitorian government for a private crowdfunding initiative to form an International Brigade to assist Whiteshore.

Chattakang Island, Chattakang Empire
The Aestorian Commonwealth of Libraria and Ausitoria
Two mornings ago - wind north-westerly - Chattakang Shipping Ltd. Stock +$0.9 - ABC Trending: Whiteshore International Brigade Formed

The palace was a fun affair with onion-shaped domes, silly roofs, marble everywhere, grace and slender splendour, and all of the signs of expensive but tasteful decadence - precious mosaics, gold bath taps, diamond-studded fans, modern electrical equipment etc. - all that one would want to survive a tropical summer, hidden in plain sight. The "Caveman", a shady businessmen, was an old hand at the shady art of subterfuge. And so when his tablet beeped with a request for four diesel-electric submarines, several hundred armoured vehicles, oil tankers, auxiliary vessels, attack helicopters, and all that one would need for a small private army, he raised his shades, raised a black eyebrow, and then coolly supplied them.

They should, he thought, have remembered the saying pride goeth before the fall. But he knew, for good or evil, that the Aestoreans are as egotistical as a chicken who has got to the other side: they know they are in the right. For how could several billion people be wrong?

And he chuckled. The folly of man.

by **Novaya Equestria** » Fri Jan 01, 2016 8:52 pm

From: The Sovereign Government of the Imperial Military State of Novaya
To: The Government of Whiteshore
Encryption: HIGH

We were shocked by the Tarkanese invasion of your nation. We condemned the Tarkanese for invading Whiteshore and SACTO allies for siding with Tarkan. We hereby declared our support to you by sending 2,500 volunteers to help you in this.

by **Dewhurst-Narculis** » Sat Jan 02, 2016 5:29 pm

Canal Zone 0925HR 27⁰C

The humid air hung over the Canal Zone as Arede Smeathe checked the display in front of her. The valve station was 2km south of the Southern Lake, where it controlled the flow of water to and from the Canal system. All 8 valves were operating perfectly normal, albeit with a slight vibration in the second gate of valve 6. Though that would due to the half capacity in which the water was flowing. Smeathe jotted down a note about it on her little tablet, which would be logged on the company files. She worked for the NHCC, a joint Dewhurst-Narculian-Tarkanese owned venture which operated the Canal Zone. Her job was a maintenance engineer on the various items of infrastructure, something that she did enjoy for the most part. Wiping sweat from her brow, she wasn't enjoying the heat though. checking the rest of the display for any warnings or inconsistencies, she opened up the pano beside it to examine the valve greasing units. Before she could peer inside, a long series of muffled booms followed by a low roar interrupted her thoughts. She turned as a distant klaxon sounded, was it a terrorist attack? She closed the panel quickly and grabbed her toolkit, running to the company ute. She threw the kit in the back as she gunned the engine, speeding along the winding jungle road. Thoughts were racing through her mind as to what the situation would be when she arrived at a clearing, able to see the sky, she could see thin lines of grey smoke trailing off into the big blue yonder.

When she arrived at the local depot yard, it was chaos, people arriving, people leaving, it was far removed from the usual lazy pace there. Winding down her window, she hollered out to a passing college What's going on Craig?" Craig, a man of 50 with a slight gut and thinning head of auburn hair, shrugged "Haven't a clue, all I know is the defence installation launched some missiles into the sky and now we are being urged to evacuate to the emergency meet up point, maybe we are at war with someone?" He shrugged again. Arede took off in a rush, the emergency meeting point was at the crest of a hill, 1400m down the road. The smoke was still visible yet was getting fainter by the minute. Pulling up to the edge of the clearance. She could see some IDAF trucks in the centre of the throng of people. "... to inform you all that there has been commencement of hostilities between the Tarkanese Federation and the Republic of Whiteshore, we detected inbound missiles" the crowd chatted nervously as the IDAF officer seemed to regain attention "we launched a number of interception missiles to tackle the threat. Our men at the installation have given the all clear but we stress that the danger has increased and we urge that everyone remains calm and continues the excellent work everyone is doing. The Whiteshorian government will be receiving a strong rebuke for this grave error." Smythe looked about, the smoke had disappeared mostly but still faint traces remained

The IO-A radar installation had picked up the launches a little late, in fact only 60km out, the detection was passed to the nearby IO-B SAM battery, which fired off 72 of its Archer-C2 long range SAM to intercept, the majority meet their targets at Mach 2.1 the resulting fireworks occurred off the coast but one streaked through above before detonating high in the sky, radios went blank, most of the company Utes that were running died and power failed across the Canal Zone. Arede's ute was an old Deuen diesel, it's was still growling along. It took less than 60 seconds for it to click among the crowd, the training drummed into their memories from primary school, was a lesson they knew well if a little rusty. An EMP had occurred, though it was unknown if there was any fallout yet, still the groups sprinted to the running trucks, packing in as many people as possible before taking off back towards the depot yard where there were portable offices, and enough water on tap to last a couple of days.

The Canal lost power for 2 hours, emergency generators, big Fulmington Diesels coughed to life, providing enough power to get light back into the Canal Zone but the main Hydroelectric Generators had shut down, the engine block sized fuses had blown, with it taking all the power to New Haven District, bar a few isolated towns.

Harman & Guile
International Legal Services

The Canal Zone as affected by a Electromagnetic Pulse is seeking damages to the sum of $1,882,000 NSD to cover lost revenue, damage to property and labor costs. We have been presented definite evidence it was a result of an action by the Whiteshorian Government and Militaray launched from their sovereign territory. Hence we are lodging separate claims with the High Courts of the Tarkanese Federation and the Imperial Grand Duchy of Dewhurst-Narculis to affirm these claims.

Coolart Manor 1034HR 23⁰C

The opening hours of the conflict had been relayed back to Coolart Manor, the War Ministry and the greater military community, Imperial Grand Duke Thomium was far than impressed with the impact the Whiteshorian counterattack had on the Canal, he himself had personally backed the project seeing to it that it was finished ahead of schedule and was every bit a megaproject as it was meant to be, he was in a half mind to call President Aguilar and berate him for his clumsiness. Hefting the phone in his hand he set it back down, instead he looked over his morning stack of papers, Saddler was far younger and more ambitious than Aguilar, plus her popularity hadn't suffered any serious hits in the past few years, she could very well remain on top of the situation. He picked up the phone again, dialling in the number of his staffer,Lt. Mossit. "Mossit, can you reach F.K.G Grieves? I need him to arrange a battalion or two of infantry to head to the Canal Zone, no doubt he's thinking something similar." Mossit replied with the ever consistent "Of course, your grace, anything else you require" Thomium held back a sigh, Mossit had been assigned to this post for 2 years, yet he insisted on the formalities "None at the moment Mossit, thank-you" He answered, hanging up. Mossit was a stubborn officer but he was flawless in his duties, he had been the staffer for his younger sister before he arrived at this post, his stiff upper lip wasn't really compatible in the line of work in dealing with a teenage girl. Thomium shrugged his shoulders, a rebuke probably was in order, picking up a pen, he pulled a sheet of paper towards himself and started writing.

It is no secret that the New Haven Canal is of great importance not only to the Tarkanese Federation but to the Imperial Grand Duchy and her Empire. I am left with fewer an fewer choices Mr Aguillar, I though our national stance on the absolute neutrality of the canal was clear but obviously you are either disregarding it or have no control over matters domestic. I'd summon your ambassador to explain this mess but I'm half tempted to send them back to Whiteshore. Our Ambassador, Hon. Dr Denise Geerat and her staff meanwhile will be leaving your nation in less than 12 hours to Heraculo where they will continue to address faltering Dewhurst-Narculian/Whiteshorian relations from the relative safety of a stable nation. Hence I ask you to explain why the Canal's expressed neutrality was breached.

Sincerely,

Imperial Grand Duke Thomium Narculis-Dewhurst

He filed it into a tray on his desk, within a few minutes Mossit would enter and fax it through to the Office of Foreign Relations and Trade to send to President Aguillar.

by **El Cuscatlan** » Sat Jan 02, 2016 6:12 pm

OFFICIAL MESSAGE OF THE FEDERACION LÓPEZIANO DE GRAN CUSCATLAN

"LIBERTAD O MUERTE!"

ATTN: The Government of Whiteshore
SUBJECT: A declaration
ENCRYPTION: xiu?u!0PN&}`x+0r%a<a9j-(:8O]Qz

Your Excellency, senor Nikolai Aguillar;

The government of the Lópezian Federation of Gran Cuscatlan wishes to communicate the following to the office of Premier Nikolai Aguillar; that our government openly CONDEMNS actions that are nothing more than detestable in view of the government of the Lópezian Federation of Gran Cuscatlan. It is for no secret that this situation was caused by nothing else than by the attempt of the Whiteshoran government to rearm in order to participate in spread of Asignazism via force; and it is in belief of our government that after refusal of Whiteshorean government to adhere to treaty about neutrality of New Haven Canal and demilitarization of Whiteshore, a treaty that was in full agreement signed by the same Nikolai Aguillar, the Tarkanese government has FULL RIGHT to attack Whiteshore in order to guarantee it's security.

Continuing, it is our goal to state on behalf of our government an OPEN DISGUST for actions of government of Whiteshore which involved arrest members of major conservative party, MAW. Cuscatlani government wishes to remind you that majority of MAW politicians are veterans of anti - communist campaign during whiteshoran civil war, and that MAW was formed out of militia with the same name that scored enormous victories over the communist plague during the civil war in Whiteshore. Such acts were motivated by nothing else than by desire to get rid of political opposition.

In light of those situations, the government of the Lópezian Federation wishes to announce total Embargo on Whiteshore being imposed by congress of our Junta today. All Whiteshorean assets on Cuscatlani territory will be seized and all money found in Cuscatlani banks will be frozen.

It is also our intention to state that Cuscatlani government will NOT TOLERATE any foreign interference in this conflict and wishes to advice caution to every government willing to support Whiteshorean cause; whiteshore is within striking range of Cuscatlani land based aviation and cruise missiles, which we will not hesitate to use to secure well being of our country.

VIVA LA PATRIA!

- Captain - General Carlos Silva, El Caudillo and President of the Lópezian Federation of Gran Cuscatlan, First Chairman of the Junta of National Restoration..
- Joao Rodriguez, Minister of External Affairs of the Empire of Greater Nihon.

by **The Tarkanese Federation** » Sat Jan 02, 2016 6:58 pm

The Defensive line was struck hard by the missiles, starting scattered spot fires in the vegetation and in the fields, the spectacle was impressive, especially the 60 or so missiles the Dewhurst-Narculians intercepted, erupting into clouds of fire and burning fuel. The line was overall unscathed but there were serious hits in the south, two dugouts were hit directly by missiles, killing the occupants. The officer in command of the line, Colonel Sergrave, was bristling, not only had he lost at least 163 men, the road was peppered by little craters, supply trucks would be able to still reach the defensive line but it would hamper an offensive should one come up. Supply trucks had ferried back the wounded to Chitre, Santiago and New Haven but there were still a few with slight injuries in a field hospital tent west of Penonome. In all he was down roughly 200 men, but the Whiteshorians still had nothing left on their side of the border, save the dead battalions presumably decaying already under the tropical sun. The artillery pieces thankfully avoided the carnage, they had moved back a few hundred meters to avoid any counter strikes based on their firing but one of the trucks carrying HE projectiles took a munition hit, exploding into a small mushroom cloud.

The six "Basilisks" paused in Oajaca, a small community of only a few houses and shacks, the refueling was a small task to do but it could wait, the crews instead waited whilst the second basilisk in the line had it's radiator checked for damage, the temperature gauges were running a bit hot since they left the New Haven district.

TNS St. Paul had been hauled by a NHCC tugboat to the drydock at the Punta Arenas Blancas, the damage was severe at the stern, the hull was warped and bent, plates coming away from others. It was a nasty bit of damage but the dockyard was adamant they could have the ship in service within 2-3 months.

17km SSW of Punta Arenas Blanco, TNS Black April was detached, acting as a guard ship for the Canal, her running partner gone, she was supplemented by constant ASW patrols from the Gannet aircraft acting out of Chitre AFB. Turning to the east, she continued on her way. Any Whiteshorian ships or submarines that had to attack the convoy would have to pass her and the air support, something the Tarkanese navy doubted they'd be able to do let alone consider.

by **Whiteshore** » Sat Jan 02, 2016 7:46 pm

Oajaca
The Tarkanese didn't know this, but Oajaca was a trap for the Tarkanese for the Whiteshorians had laid dozens of crates of TNT there along with cryptic messages warning "If we burn, you burn with us!" on the radio and as soon as the Tarkanese left their vehicles and started to refuel, all the crates of TNT exploded in Oajaca at the signal of the Whiteshorian special forces hiding along with the civilian population with the Tarkanese standing no chance of making it through unscathed and the Whiteshorian special forces would now launch an operation to mop up any survivors in Oajaca as well
New Petrograd
The Whiteshorian Prime Minister recieved the fax from his counterpart in the IGDDN and sent a response to the Grand Duke

I sincerely apologize for the attack on your canal for the main target of our forces was the Tarkanese line, unfortunately, the Tarkanese decided to place the defense line inside the canal zone. This is merely part of the defense of Whiteshore against Tarkan and I promise to pay the appropriate damages to compensate you for your losses. In addition, I personally think the whole war is senseless due to Tarkanese paranoia apparently governing their mind and I promise that the Whiteshorian government will respect the neutrality of the canal

Signed,

Prime Minister Nikolai Aguilar

by **Inyourfaceistan** » Sat Jan 02, 2016 11:18 pm

Entering Tarkanese Waters

The Inyurstan convoy began passing slowly from the vast open ocean into the heart of Tarkanese waters - however it should be noted that the Inyurstan military and intelligence service defined a nation's waters by how far they could effectively shoot an anti-ship missile from their coast...
As of yet it would appear they had not been attacked, they continued on. Resting in their stores were thousands of gallons of sweet, rich black gold, refined petroleum - the fuel that would allow the brave Tarkense freedom fighters to continue defending their homes and families, continue the fight against the Whiteshorian imperialist cutthroats who had shattered the peace by stockpiling weapons to force their ways down the throats of their smaller and weaker neighbors, to continue to not only hold the line in the war for Liberty and Democracy but drive it forward into the heart of the agressors.
And all this oil was now passing unopposed into the Tarkenese Federation, with not so much as a warning or any sign of observation.

So unless something else was waiting for the convoy and its escorts, it would appear the Whiteshorians were wise. It seemed they knew that Freedom could not be stopped.
It's as if they knew that they would inevitably loose, that their allies in the genocidal Terten regime were far too afraid let alone too weakened after not one, not two, not three but four major defeats (not including their doomed imperialist ventures in the Mediterranean at the moment) to truly back them up with any meaningful support meanwhile the armies of multiple SACTO nations were just itching, waiting, jumping at the bit in chronic anticipation of the chance to come sweeping to the aid of their ally like an iron calvary crashing onto a wall of cardboard cutouts.

But maybe, just maybe it was the sheer factor of confidence displayed throughout the whole operation all the way from Peresque and his top brass down through the captains, crews, engineers and down to the guy working the mess hall and scrubbing the floors - each and everyone of them whether they agreed with every facet and action of their government knew deep in their hearts that they were justified and carried themselves and their ships with a glowing aura of fearlessness and sheer lack of doubt in their cause which in itself created a fear factor far greater than any missile stats or ship speed or submarine's stealth ever could.
Maybe for the same reason a seasoned alpha wolf had reason to fear a meager farm dog defending its home, for the same reason not even the biggest elephant would dare tread upon a mother cobra near her nest, for the very same reason most women would choose a shrimpy guy with confidence before a solid stud unsure of himself; this same reason was why the Whiteshorians weren't attacking.
Why they were just letting a big, fat, juicy shipment of energy slip right into the hands of their enemy.

Because the Inyurstans knew damn well which side would win in the end, and the Whiteshorians weren't sure.
No matter what would happen next they had no doubt who would rule when the chips came down and the dust settled; and to make them more confident they knew what the score was already.
Right now, Freedom and Progressivism were locked in a head-on battle.
And Freedom was winning.

by **Dewhurst-Narculis** » Sun Jan 03, 2016 3:42 am

New Haven Harbour 1500hr 33^oC

In New Haven, word was aboard both frigates that they were moving to defend the Canal, by 1500 hours that had been confirmed, weighing anchor and leaving the vast harbor for the Southern Locks at Punta Arenas Blancha, it would take 12 hours to reach the canal mouth where they would head another 90 minutes upstream, where they would be lifted into the South Lake, 200m ASL. They would be unable to transverse into the North Lake as work was still continuing on the middle locks, but could be done in as little as two months. The warm ocean foamed as they surged forwards, radar scanning, there was a large mass of ships to the south but the radar return definitely suggested a convoy which matched intelligence given by the Tarkanese Navy that it was the expected Inyursta convoy. Even though they were neutral ships, no-one relaxed or was complacent. Many ships had been caught short in active war-zones believing the flags on their stern were enough to protect them from the uncomprehending brain of a missile. It was the long tropical days though that made the crew regret the mission, here they had a gentle sea breeze which had pushed cool air into the ships whilst they were at anchor but once underway the few external doors and hatches were closed, flush with the hull to reduce the RCS. Now the air-conditioners struggled to keep pace with the sun and the combat computers, in order to minimize fuel consumption, the Captains had both ordered the bare minimum of air-conditioning units to run to keep them from relying on the meager fuel at CAAFNB Fort Goethal which was on the western shore of the South Lake.

Coolart Manor 1124hr 23^oC

Thomium had just returned from his morning swim when the reply via the Office of Foreign Relations and Trade. He read it in hand, furrowing his brow more and more as he read further."Absolute Bullshit" he muttered as he re-read it. "Mossit, get in here please" He called loudly into the intercom, pacing seemingly on the spot. Mossit was quick to peek his shaved head around the corner, "Yes, your Grace?" Thomium bristled but bit his tongue "Get me whoever is in charge of the Air Defense Installations at the Canal Zone, patch it through to my personal line" He said through a clenched jaw. Mossit nodded, his head lowering through the gap, Thomium knew he was bowing even through he couldn't see the rest of Mossit. Thmium silently fumed behind his desk, cracking his knuckles individually for a few minutes before the line blinked "Thank-you Mossit" he shouted though the door, uncaring whether he heard it or not. Picking up his phone to hear the usual "What can I do for you, your Grace?" "What's your name soldier?" He asked countering the question. "Commander First Class Webb sir." he reeled back "Well Commander Webb, can you confirm something for me?" "Yes, sir anything you need" "Can you see any aircraft that are certainly Whiteshorian?" Silence for a short moment as Webb must have conferred with one of his subordinates "We have one in a holding pattern 400km of our position on a bearing of 92 degrees, sir" He heard a nervous swallow before Webb continued "From the radar output signals, looks like a Communication's relay aircraft or an AWACS, oh sorry I mean an Airborne-" "I know what an AWACS is, Commander Webb, I want you to lock onto it, make sure it's damn obvious to the AWACS, I want them to turn tail and hit the deck ASAP." "Lock on... to it?" "Yes but don't launch any missiles except if it breaks the rules of engagement or directly poses a threat to your position or the Canal Zone" Thomium heard more nervous gulping "Is that clear to you?" "Yes, sir" Webb replied "Well then I and your people thank you Commander Webb for your service" He added before hanging up.

There are no Tarkanese Defensive positions within the Canal Zone save two security centers which to my knowledge were almost empty at the time of your attack, I have personally received words of assurance from President Saddler that the Canal Zone has no Tarkanese military personal save a few dozen military police within it. I am yet to receive word of how many missiles were fired to intercept your attack, but I will be pursuing the replacement cost with your government. You are however right, the war is senseless but for reasons of your own, we believe the Treaty was not only fair but allowed peace to take place in the region but you have cast it aside to war monger. Consider your stance carefully.

Sincerely,

Thomium Narculis-Dewhurst

Southern Air Defense Installation, 32nd Fixed Radar Interception Unit, 800m south of the South Lake 1515hr 16^oC
Commander Webb looked at the phone for a minute, still buzzing the line tone, before looking around. "Commander in Chief wants the IO-B locked on the bogey, mark as Target 1-A, spool up a RC-14ae just in case" most heads turned, bit taken aback but within 30 seconds the big 50" screen up on the wall a red square replaced a yellow circle hovering near the Uralba Gulf. The facility was a chilly 16 degrees to ensure the computers were running at an ideal temperature and the staff were kept alert, outside, through over 60cm of reinforced concrete was the hot clearing in which the facility sat, the radar faces, like massive table tops sat against the facilities inclined walls, the east face watched the target, far over the horizon but was well and truly within it's sights.

by **The Tarkanese Federation** » Sun Jan 03, 2016 5:26 am

Oajaca
The crew of the second Basilisk was cut down by the blast, the jerry cans igniting, covering the Basilisks in a veil of liquid fire. "Back, Back Back!!" The column leader shouted on the intercom, almost drowned out by the thundering blast. The second Basilisk with it's hatches open was a inferno already, the crew strewn around, charred bodies. The lead Basilisk clipped the destroyed Basilisk as it passed it knocking the Basilisk off to one side, at the bang the gunner sprayed the 7.62mm coaxial MG up the main street, fearing a near miss. The Basilisk were able to make 25kph in reverse on poor terrain, on the gravel path they were managing 30kph, the infrared couldn't see much but the HADs could see some movement, the lead Basilisk, now the last one, fired a 57mm round near the perceived movement whilst continuing the retreat. Safe for the moment, they were out of fuel though, they could go for 250km on the fuel they had but they needed to deal with the threat. Advancing again with a filled arrowhead formation, the middle rear Basilisk with it's gun facing backwards, the wing Basilisks scanning the edges of the path with the lead two being the close vanguard. The coaxials ready as well as the 57mm autocannons, they moved forwards at 60kph, their APS's on as well.

Whiteshorian Defences Fall!
On the second day on the war, our brave troops have managed in places to penetrate the flimsy and poorly enforced Whitehshorian lines by nearly 10km, the Whiteshorians have not been able to counterattack and have suffered severe losses including a submarine, their first line of defence and aa great deal of national pride, so are there are no reports of any Tarkanese casualties but our brave men and women aboard the St Paul have been put out of action by a torpedo strike while sinking an enemy submarine, but a quick and adroit damage control team saved the ship and it is now in drydock receiving repairs.

President Saddler stated "This is the Whiteshorian War of aggression but yet it is the war we must have to ensure lasting peace in the region.", today at a press meeting she also called for "Increased national diligence and preparedness"

by **Whiteshore** » Sun Jan 03, 2016 6:46 am

IC:New Petrograd
The Whiteshorian leader responded to the message calmly with a new message to his Dewhurst-Narculian counterpart

Yes, I also want peace in the region, but the Tarkanese do not understand the Whiteshorian people's desire to assist their comrades and ideological partners in the Filipino Bayan in their latest struggles against Nihonese and other SACTO aggression. Do you think it's a coincidence Tarkan attacked my country two days after SACTO's infamous missile strike against the Filipino Mediterranean fleet? In addition, I recognize your point about the canal and it was not a deliberate act against the canal but merely a strike against Tarkanese defensive lines and assumed the Tarkanese had troops within the lines due to some faulty intelligence. As a member of UCASIRE, I can point out that we have started no aggressive wars and neither are we planning any aggressive wars. SACTO, on the other hand is dominated by reactionary ultra-conservatives like Nihon, Inyursta, and Cuscatlan, who view all progress as "destroying freedom" and have started wars to eliminate progressive, left-leaning states and replace them with reactionary regimes like in Guadalupador, where New Yama was formed. The members of UCASIRE desire peace and the right to practice their policies without being attacked, but SACTO apparently begs to differ due to their beliefs.

Sincerely,

Prime Minister Nikolai Aguilar

Oajaca
The Whiteshorian special forces squad, as per the plan for the attack, stealthily crept on the Tarkanese survivors as they moved into the jungle, making as little sign of their presence as possible before firing their Type-09, Heavy Anti-Materiel Rifles at the Tarkanese Basilisks from 2,500 meters using their scopes for maximum accuracy as possible with the hope of disabling some of the Basilisks who survived the booby-traped town's TNT crates.

In the skies of the warzone
The Whiteshorian AWACS planes were ordered to turn back by high command in New Petrograd to the nearest airfield as soon as possible due to the risk of being detected by the enemy but their pilots were panicking already but they managed to land safely without any incident

New Petrograd Times

Tarkanese show their true colors

The Tarkanese, in an attempt to deny us our independence in the name of progress, have attacked our great country, murdering innocent civilians in Anton

Our Prime Minister has promised not to let this aggression by the Tarkanese go unpunished and has promised more support from UCASIRE.

by **Libraria and Ausitoria** » Mon Jan 04, 2016 1:14 am

Article from the New Alexandrian Courante online version; 1st January, 2016, Assorted Ausitorian Standard Time
Subsidiary of the ABC

Leaked Letter outlines Diplomatic Solution to avoid General War

IN a remarkable coup, Ausitorian Broadcasting Company & Courante reporters have obtained a secret advance letter from the Ausitorian Foreign Secretary to the Santiago Anti-Communist Treaty Organization, commonly known as SACTO.

The Ausitorian government, asked for comment, said that ‘the document can be treated as genuine diplomatic correspondence’, with an unofficial spokesman stating that they ‘will be interested to see the response’.

The leak came shortly after the Nihonese Empire, who have so aggressively isolated Ausitoria on the multi-regional scene over the past year, issued a statement stating that they would ‘not tolerate any foreign interference in this conflict […] whiteshore is within striking range of Cuscatlani land based aviation and cruise missiles, which we will not hesitate to use to secure well being of our country ‘, although foreign policy analysts noted that this statement could clearly be stretched to allow for both sides to provide convoying support and that a Cuscatlani attack would be unnecessary for their security.

The text, shown at the bottom of the page, and complete except for customary icons, communicates that such an attack would necessitate the use of the International Freedom Coalition’s defence clause, leading to a danger of ‘a general war’ in the event of any such attacks, and, after outlining the reasons, concludes that the Foreign Secretary looks forward to assurances ‘that no such wantonly aggressive attack is planned to be levied upon any of our members’, a clear warning shot outlining the likely Ausitorian position.

The conflict between the Tarkanese Federation and the Imperial Federation of Whiteshore, started by the Tarkanese Federation, has seen individual IFC members deciding to support both sides of the conflict, with an International Brigade currently setting out from Ausitoria, although negotiations in the IFC council to avoid direct confrontation between IFC allies have been described as ‘highly promising and effective’.

The Average Ausitorian Stock Index has slightly recovered to be down by 1.1% on the last 24 hours, with most analysts regarding the prospect of war as highly unlikely, although Ausitorian regular forces have been placed on maximum alert, and the order for unknown submarines to leave Ausitorian waters within 24 hours re-issued. However, the Ausitorian government repeated its official position that ‘the Ausitorian decision to convoy a small private volunteer force contrary to the wishes of individual SACTO members should be seen against the wider backdrop of the IFC-SACTO detente’.

This post documents an ongoing news item and may be subject to further revision.

To: The Santiago Anti-Communist Treaty Organization HQ
From: His Imperial Highness Richard Kazpia

Your Excellencies,

Happy New Year!

It has come to my attention that one of your number may have implicitly threatened to attack a convoy defended by a navy of a member of the International Freedom Coalition enjoying reciprocal rights of free navigation (reciprocal in light of another nation, also coincidentally a member of the International Freedom Coalition, doing the same on the other side of the war).

I have been informed by the government of that first member that they would treat such an attack as an act of war and correspondingly they would request and require assistance under our mutual defence clause. I have also been informed that our government as Prime Minister would be inclined to agree to this view. The result, failing a diplomatic solution, would likely be a general war between our organizations.

This should, I note, be avoided. Quite besides the immense damage liable to be caused in direct fighting, there would be a significant danger of dual IFC-SACTO members being required to choose between the alliances (or neither), and a substantial diminution of SACTO influence in the IFC and vice versa, which would significantly impede our long term prospects for co-operation against more dangerous communist dictatorships and other international security threats, and impeding the programmes on which we enjoy a cordial relationship, such as tenders, and the possibility of joint exercises. Even if our policies do not exactly overlap, we do have shared interests, and it is in neither of our interests to start a general war.

Therefore we do hope you will treat the matter with all suitable seriousness and look forward to your assurances that no such wantonly aggressive attack is planned to be levied upon any of our members.

I have the honour to remain,
With all due respect,
His Imperial Highness Richard Kazpia, etc.

by **Inyourfaceistan** » Mon Jan 04, 2016 11:32 pm

Tarkanese Federation, New Haven

Dropping back from the ships under their protection were the four escort vessels, each slowing down as the large oil tankers headed into port to deliver their liquid cargo to the brave Tarkanese freedom fighters. While the Panamax sized ships cruised slowly towards the docking facilities one Bolícedi class destroyer and one Roucharde-class frigate kept a relative stationary position off the coast of the port city. The other destroyer and frigate were both steadily heading their seperate ways - the destroyer towards the edge of Tarkanese waters and the frigate towards the opposite end, meanwhile the submarine lay unaccounted for...

Cuscatlani Airspace, headed South towards Whiteshore/Tarkan

Streaking through the skies above Cuscatlan and its associated oceanic territory were exactly twenty jets of the 1st Volunteer Squadron a.k.a. L'Éspades d'Ora (Golden Sabres). Each of these pilots were entirely volunteers who had stepped forward of their own free will to fight for the Tarkanese without additional combat pay. While their resolve was all the same, their skills were varied from the seasoned veteran and just one Lollohian fighter shy of an ace Major Marco-Luis Viverdé to 2nd Lieutenant Lilou Flores who was just out of flight school and had never seen any action beyond responding to a stray radar target 400km off the northern coast of Islé Orteja.
The aircraft themselves were all owned by the Inyurstan Air Force (Forcé Aéronautiqua D'Inyursta), were 'officially' being loaned to to the Tarkanese. Included amongst them were twelve IEK-88 Taipan fighters and eight IA-40(E) Black Mamba attack and electronic warfare aircraft, all deployed for simple missions of air supperiority and attacking strategic and tactical facilities to degrade and hamper the Whiteshorian war effort.

However, while they were operating without the standard monthly bonus combat awarded to those deployed in combat, there would be an extra stipend announced once they arrived in Tarkan:
$10,000 for every Whiteshorian combat aircraft (fighters, bombers, attack helicopters, etc.) shot down, $5,000 for every combat vehicle (tanks, APC's, artillery, etc.) destroyed; and a grand total of $25,000 awarded to all pilots directly responsible for the destruction of any Whiteshorian arms manufacturing facility or munitions depot.
If Whiteshore loved their weapons so much to start a war over them, then they could die for them...

To: Richard Kazpia;
From: Mario Velacoro, Secretary of State;
Encryption: Public

While we share your desire to avoid war, I must ask you for what purpose your nation plans to risk their safety and start a war by intervening in a conflict. At the moment, I am afraid to admit we have a lack of information about why exactly this conflict is of any legitimate conern of your nation, if you could enlighten us as to what issue is so important you would risk a total fracture of the IFC for, that would be greatly appreciated.

We ourselves are taking the obvious risk of being attacked by intervening in this conflict for the direct protection of our ally. La Republica D'Inyursta takes full responsibility for any damages or losses that may come to our assets as a result of our own free choice to take action in this conflict; and as such we will NOT make it the IFC's problem if/when we are engaged or passively damaged as a result.
And while we can ensure that Inyurstan forces will not knowingly or intentionally fire upon your forces, we cannot say the same for any other actor in this conflict; and as IFC allies must advise you that the easiest way to prevent war is to refrain from putting yourselves at risk.

Furthermore, if you wish for a diplomatic solution, we advise you to pressure the Augilar regime to cease its persecution of political minorities and begin and adhere to the actions of disarmament which will restore the peace treaty and bring a 2-sided balance back to the region.

Thank you.
- Mario Velacoro"

by **El Cuscatlan** » Tue Jan 05, 2016 6:34 am

OOC: I am taking control over white because I created it and RPed it during the civil war, and besides, I think we talked about it with white. Do not worry - I am not staging any large scale rebellion anyway

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Also 2ria it is Cuscatlan not IYF

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*** Santiago; Gran Cuscatlan 051241LIMAJAN16

And thus, yet another crisis was about to happen in the area - evidently by imperialist auspicions of Ausitorian government, thinking that it's leftist / neo western values apply everywhere. The clash was yet again dividing and intensifying, with the visible differences between IFC - being alliance of states with visible Europeic thought - versus SACTO, which, contrary to IFC's taking of it's idea from European Enlightenment, SACTO was visibly dominated by "former third world", with European thinking states like Flardania being minority, although not discriminated one. One could easily see dominance of Asians, New World post - colonial states and Arabs in SACTO; all of them being visible reaction to European colonialism of the past and modern, deriving their ideas from homegrown thinkers such as Tanzist Philosophical school in case of the Nihonese, socially and culturally conservative, visibly in opposition to values Ausitorian government adhered to. Contrary however to their wishful thinking, fight with them was not going to be any easier. Apart from only perceived Ausitorian technological superiority when compared to what Riysans or Murakami produced, SACTO was just that; an embodiment of most primal instincts within human nature, fighting the tiger's way, several times more ferocious and effective than any Ausitorian who grown up in riches inside a huge city could even attempt to be. And above all... they possessed level of operational cuningness that Ausitorians had not. Thus, when an opportunity appeared, Cuscatlanis realized how much they could gain on it. Several MAW supporters and politicians have already left following the persecution begun by Whiteshoran government; many of them being veterans of original Martinezist Army of Whiteshore, which took arms against communists during the civil war several years ago. Yet despite many major politicians being among them, no one was suitable to lead them. But then, DINA realized that there was a chance. Deep within Cuscatlani prison, unheard for a long time, rotten Alexander Tang, former Whiteshoran president arrested during first Axis summit. And that opened whole new branch of possibilities. Operation Puppet Master begun as soon as Whiteshoran government announced support for NatPro; a perfect time for man who fooled the world to appear.

DINA researched him greatly. After holing him several hundred meters below the Earth level, in DUMB (deep underground military base) several kilometers from La Paz in remote area of Cuscatlani mountains, basically confined to small room in which nobody even knew who he was, multiple specialists went to work. Several people visited him and talked with him, while the cameras recorded everything. After that, small elite team of psychologists created a comprehensive study of former president's patterns of behaviour; his way of speaking, talking, etc. Then - an appropriate actor was chosen. After preparing for the role for really long time, he was ready to begin his role. At the same time, out of refugees loyal to MAW, new group was formed. Commitee of Free Whiteshorans, or what would be the legal basis for a little change of the governments.

OFFICIAL MANIFESTO OF THE COMMITTEE OF FREE WHITESHORANS

TO WHITESHOARAN NATION,
TO WHITESHORANS AT HOME AND ABROAD
TO WHITESHORANS IN SOCIALIST SLAVERY!
Fellow Countrymen,

The hour of liberation had rung. Allied anti - leftist forces of SACTO, along the soldiers of Tarkan, are coming close to the New Haven canal, and with them come the forces of patriotic Whiteshorans to fight on the home soil. The white - green banners with red cross will yet again float over our homeland!

Whiteshoran nation should welcome their heroes who once fought against communists back at their homes and cities, alongside forces of SACTO. Common is our enemy, who plunged us into bloody war we can not win.

United in common Whiteshoran White Guard, under one banner sons of Admiral Kolchak will march together against socialist menace just as he did in 1918! They will go through Whiteshore to get justice from the Bayan itself for enslaving us, until our victorious banners will fly over the streets of Manila itself!

Fellow Countrymen,

Our nation fighting illegal socialist occupation imposed on us by Asigna had formed their own representation and their own underground base - Martinezist Army of Whiteshore. We fought against communists, and when we won, we had a foreign and occupational socialist government openly loving Ardoki imposed on us and forced down upon our throats, negating all sacrifices of Admiral Kolchak. They stole our wealth! They stole our faith! They stole our past and are attempting to steal our future.

But not all is lost! Alexander Tang, once enemy of the counter - revolution, now pardoned by Cuscatlani government, formed a coalition government to represent Whiteshorans - a sole legal government contrary to current unlawful one, for it is led by sole legal president of Whiteshore Alexander Tang who in this dark hour agreed to throw away the disagreements with MAW to stand in defense on Kolchak's works.

We urge Ausitorian government NOT TO intervene in the conflict; it is not their place thus let them focus on their beloved trade and stay away from our affairs! Their presence on our soil will be treated as occupation and dealt with accordingly.

Fellow Countrymen,

It were them who plunged us into war that we can not and will not win. It is all their fault. The peace was secured, and only because they wanted OUR BOYS to die in THEIR MILITARY ADVENTURISM AIMED AT THE FREE PEOPLE OF THIS WORLD, we have to suffer now! This war can end and status Quo can be returned after the traitors at New Petrograd have been dealt with for selling our county to the Bayan!

United we will crush the leftist serpent and defend ourselves from the civilization of death: The spirit of Martinezist Army of Whiteshore is not dead yet, and will not go away until our county has a future again! Each house will be our stronghold!

We demand official resignation of Nikolai Aguillar and handover of the executive power to the people of Whiteshore,
We demand end to leftist dictatorship openly terrorizing political opposition and persecuring conservatives for their believes,
We demand cessation of illegal occupation of Whiteshore by the Greater Filipino Bayan of Asigna,
We demand reintroduction of true free market system in whiteshore instead of socialist abomination currently in place,
We demand end to political persecution pursued by government of Nikolai Aguillar,
We demand stop to aggressive foreign policy that pushed us into unneeded and impossible to win war,
We call all people of Whiteshore to resist the Asignese occupier, their leftist allies and traitors at New Petrograd; LONG LIVE WHITESHORE!

The operations were coming into full turns. At first to cause people to support the new committee, DINA Cyberwarfare division after obtaining information about recent situation on front from the Tarkanese military intelligence, begun full scale campaign as both information and cyberwarfare operation. The plan was simple; usually, a media services had an e - mail line that allowed the people to report the news to the media. Using various proxies and several botnets - if possible located in Whiteshore - DINA cyberwarfare units begun sending E - mails to those services, containing realistic descriptions of situations on the Tarkanese front - except they were all fake and always portrayed Whiteshoran in bad light - as bunch of undisciplined, eternally drunk soldiers more focusing on drinking than fighting and disobeying orders at daily basis. Many of those emails would however contain a trojan horse specially written for the occasion; many of them would also have photos in the attachments, often taken by the Tarkanese military; with trojan horse client attached into it. Once infected, the trojan will start spreading using contacts found on the e - mail. And then the fun will begin.

Commander's intent was to take over Whiteshoran media and use them for spreading pro - CFW propaganda inclining the conservative elements - especially rural ones - to rise up against Whiteshoran government against what was portrayed as "Occupation by the Bayan through traitorous socialist regime". Alongside CFW manifesto and constant calls such as "Go to the forests! Go to the mountains! Arm up for the fight against socialism! Each house will be our stronghold!" referring to popular chant of the MAW from the civil war, hacked news networks would show defeats of Whiteshoran military, crackdowns of rightist opposition and videos of Sunogabi with a question: "Do you want it to happen here? Rise up now!" Whole operation was to be supported by a horde of trolls flooding Whiteshoran and international forums (often after getting paid) and spamming pro - CFW propaganda, and turning every discussion board into pro - CFW rubbish bin. Troll networks had their own commanders and structures, directing trolls into area where they were needed most and commanding dissemination of the propaganda.

The war in the media has just begun...

by **Aeyariss** » Wed Jan 06, 2016 1:57 am

The Most Serene Empire of Aeyariss

The world had gone mad again. This time the crimson storm seemed to be brewing in distant land in what is known as Central America - half a world away from where the Wyvern Empire is located - which is being fought between the Tarkanese and the Whiteshorian; two former members of the once all powerful Axis Alliance or the Cebu Cooperation Pact which had been dissolved and reformed into SACTO. Reason for the inter state war seems trivial, but wars often happened that way; a bad combination of intrinsic, miscalculation and conflicting 'national interests' (whatever the might be in this case). But the reason for such travesty to takes place, often, irrelevant in the context of societal security. Lifes is at stake and like all way, usually the one who ill suffer the most are not the combatant who fought in it, it's the civilians; displaced refugees. Something had to be done.

Alex Bradley of Hayaba International Life Assurance knew something had to be done. The CEO and owner of one of the largest insurance company which is headquartered in Archangel, Aeyariss simply knew he had to fulfil his role to the international society. With the whole world gone mad, at least he can try to galvanize in his entire international franchise to assist to alleviate the pain of human sufferings....after all, with the ongoing war, who knew how many insurance policies in both Whiteshore and Tarkan had been excluded due to the war. Unacceptable. It's against the fundamentals human rights. Well at least that was how he thought of the situation.

Then again, if lots of people get killed in Whiteshore, - just like those 18,000 recently - if those people had any insurance policies, the company insuring them will suffer a loss as well...perhaps it's time to expand into other region in the world. Thought Alex Bradley again. But that is Okay. The more I give, the more I will receive as well.

And thus, that is how the largest Non Governmental Aid program from SACTO nation to both of the warring nations was conceived. Alex Bradley organized by ordering a volunteer flotilla. In which, it will be filled with humanitarian aid. Medical supplies, food, waters, and other basic life necessities will be deployed abroad and divided out to both the affected population of Whiteshore and Tarkanese.

Of course,it doesn't sit too well with the technocratic regime of Aeyariss under the head of Chancellor Auliad Rezata who think providing assistance to Whiteshore is against the nations' foreign policy but Hayaba International Life Assurance is not a property of the Imperial Government, despite its HQ is being located in Aeyariss - thus the SACTO member cannot simply hinder that effort.

"We are in the business of protecting and conserving human lives, Your Excellency, we will be partial in carrying out our duty to society, we do not commend or condemn SACTO or the Aeyariss Empire policies toward Whiteshore, but this will not do...both sides shall receive our aid."

"If you support Whiteshore, there will be repercussion for your company Mr Bradley."

"My friend, when have I ever been disloyal to this country, this empire had benefited my company a lot than what I am capable of achieving back in my homeland of Hayaba. Besides did we not pay out taxes in full? And the last time I check, Aeyariss Empire is not involved in the war against Whiteshore."

"We shall see how this ends Mr. CEO."

The law is the law. What the non government entity trying to do is not against the empire law...and thus, the humanitarian flotilla set sail for both nation. Carrying several hundred thousands tonnes of materials.

One of the largest port of Archangel...

MV Hope and MV Trust are two of the largest container vessel part of Aeyariss International Shipping. With a deadweight tonnage in excess up to 100,000 tonnes they are as large as a naval aircraft carrier, and capable of sailing at 20 knots. After weeks of preparation the ship is fully loaded in what would be the largest Aeyariss based NGO humanitarian aid effort to warring nations...

by **Quirina** » Wed Jan 06, 2016 3:13 am

"Pater Patriae Imperiorum"

To: All Nations Concerned
From: Minister of Foreign Affairs, Permanent Council of the Great Republic
Subject: Official Statement of the Great Council According to Independent Diplomatic Policy
Encryption: 983453A6GH4

Dear sir and/or madam;

In our pursuit to an independent foreign policy, we hereby declare the following values and assertions through our diplomatic premise of true democracy, liberty and sovereignty and due responsibility of nations and their inherent political values for the common good:

Whiteshoreans assemble the worst part of democracy and therefore should be corrected with Tarkanese leadership.
The International Authority wrests to those who are powerful to assert their leadership anywhere without hesitation.
By this, the Whiteshoreans only deserve a government that will answer their needs,
due to the fact that the Whiteshorean governments of the past decades did nothing but political disunity, which was took as advantage by corrupt and aggressive socialist elements under the guise of National Progressivism of foreign origin.
And if foreign entrenchment shows, only both nationalist and anti-internationalist agenda can fend off the Progressivist-Socialist-Nazist-Communist bastard out of this world,
with the spirit of true Democracy and Liberty in the hands of the intelligent and informed populace.

By this juncture, we CONDEMN the Whiteshorean government based on our accumulated sources of information that detail the governance of the Whiteshorean administration in their homeland and abroad. With no further detail, the extent of information we gathered revolve around economic discrepancies and losses since supporting and implementing Progressivisit policies, and as we speak as Livanian SACTO delegation is concerned, on behalf of the whole Quirina Republic, we would likely to extend our hands of cooperation and lift Whiteshore back to the One True World, even if it means sacrifice and valor to deal with.

Signed,

Drew Llorvich
The Great Quirina Republic

by **Libraria and Ausitoria** » Fri Jan 08, 2016 1:04 pm

Musrum, Bratislav, Atlas
The International Freedom Coalition Council
Yesterday - wind variable - Commonwealth Capital Stock +0.0% - ABC Newsflash: Quebec (Atlas) suffers severe snowstorms

Libraria and Ausitoria wrote:Although Alexias raising his eyebrows after Melissa missed the deadline - what did she mean, IYF wouldn't even confirm what ought to go without saying? - nothing further was said, and the silence dragged on and on as delegates browsed their notes and drank their beverages. Finally he rose.

"Given that we have no wish to significantly impair relationships with SACTO, nor actively defend likely genocidal dictators in Asigna, nor significantly impair the ability of the IFC to pursue a policy of liberal moderate centrist armed neutrality, nor significantly endanger human life on both sides, we have directed Ausitorian-convoyed forces to refrain from engaging in any military action whatsoever as condition for their protection, and call upon both sides in the conflict to instead seek a peaceable and equitable diplomatic solution. For such purposes Naybra, an IFC member near Ausitoria, has offered to host peace talks."

[...]

Spring Palace, Alexandria, Commonwealth of Sebvorsca
The Aestorian Commonwealth of Chattakang
Yesterday - wind southerly - Panessos Stock Index -0.1% - ABC Newsflash: International Search and Rescue Authority formed

After they had all sat down, leaned back in their armchairs surrounded by the plants, listened to the chirping of the crickets in the lawns and looked up at the stars starting to come out above the conservatory, the Turquoise Foreign Secretary, Whittan Secretary, the closest person Ausitoria will ever again come to having a leader, finally spoke. “I think, all in all, we can call it all a success,” he said, visibly relaxed almost to the point of sleep. Central Committee meetings-by-armchair were so much more comfortable and relaxed, more like a stream of conscience in a book, and much less tense: the perfect way to end the day.

However, Henry Taylor, the Prime Minister, narrowed his eyes in reply. “It was rather hairy at times,” he said accusingly. “Twice I thought we were about to go to war, and three times I expected someone to ask for a vote of no-confidence in the IFC. I certainly don’t think it should be repeated.”

“Of course not,” replied the Foreign Secretary, in a shocked tone of voice. “It was a one-off – for a few months at least, probably. We want to be free to work with SACTO, as well as free to work against them.”

Victoria, the Home Secretary, continued confidently. “That’s exactly why it worked,” she said, her face glowing with delight, perhaps at the academic resolution, perhaps with the pleasurable prospect of finally being able to relax. “In the last month we have worked with SACTO, and we have worked against SACTO. We have demonstrated that we can do either, to potentially significant effect: we have taken charge of our relationship.”

“And nobody’s going to get too fussed about it all,” said Richard Grey, the Permanent Secretary to the Foreign Office. “Inyursta’s about the most democratic nation around, and they’ll probably hopefully be back in the IFC within months, and nobody is going to care too much about a few container ships here and there in the grand scheme of the Whiteshore war.”

“Apparently,” said Alice Fitzpelt, the Intelligence Secretary.

“Probably,” said Agnes Chansky, the Permanent Secretary for Intelligence.

“Hopefully,” said Harry Styles and Arthur Wright, the Permanent Secretaries for the Interior and Defence, accidentally speaking at exactly the same time in opposite tones: one of wary caution, one of carefree expectance.

After a short pause of everybody raising eyebrows at everybody else, The Turquoise Secretary shrugged, a shrug of ‘there’s nothing anyone can do about it anyway’. Stretching himself, a little like an elongated owl, he continued. “That leaves us exactly where we want to be: the neutral rulers… … able to side with anyone, and do anything … while the communists and fascists quarrel forever…” he finished, replete and content.

A pleasurable and inaudible sigh ran around the table.

He glanced at Victoria. She had her eyes closed and a smile on her face, and looked as though she had fallen asleep. Alice Fitzpelt, the Intelligence Secretary, giggled; the Cabinet Secretary looked slightly disapprovingly at her, and Alice stuck out her very long tongue at him.

“Kinda doesn’t leave us with anything to do,” observed the Foreign Secretary, wondering whether he was asleep already. “Perhaps we’ve all been a bit busy… anyone fancy a holiday?”

“A retreat?” asked David Kazpan, the Interior Secretary, meticulously re-presenting it.

“Best idea this parliament,” said the Defence Secretary, already envisioning his tweed suit and beloved Springer Spaniels.

“A spot of monetary creation?” asked George Tilt, the Chancellor, whose idea of fun involved discussing the effects of policy X on the M1:GDP ratio with central bankers.

“Perhaps a street-level startup?” suggested the Permanent Secretary to the Treasury, referring to an interesting new idea circulating government to give every street of people a week off work at some random time during the year and ten thousand dollars to see if they could start a successful company.

“…Mmm,” said the Chancellor approvingly and thoughtfully, wagging a finger as though to underline the point.

“A beach-town party conference without the party or conference?” asked the Prime Minister, who was rather tired after the election, and perhaps even a little fed up with politics.

“…I know,” said the Foreign Secretary, always one for doing ten things when you could just do one. Something about multiculturalism and omnipotence. “Our frenemies are all about militarism, conservatism, and nationalism. We’re about peace and prosperity. Let’s go and set up the Chattakang Beach Stock Exchange just for a lark. Coconuts. Bonds. Pirate-dress. Doubloons. Science laboratory. Dog contests. Beauty contests. Positive propaganda for diversity. Friends… Fun… What could be better?”

“Just what I’ve always said: lead by example,” approved the Deputy Prime Minister, drowsily, without opening her eyes, reclining until she was practically horizontal. “Ridiculous, preposterous, outrageously sensible example. That’s Aus…aes…tor…brar…chat..kang… nngh… whatever, lolz.”

And in that moment, the sun dipped below the horizon, the Ausitorian government relaxed; tension dissipated, and they fell into that miraculously refreshing mini-death of sleep.

The Permanent Secretary of State for the Government Policy Office looked a question across to the Cabinet Secretary, who almost imperceptibly nodded. Nobody else saw the spy camera hidden in a flowerpot silently recording.

This was how the social networks would see the Ausitorian government: impossibly bad lighting, but perfect sound quality: utterly deniable, but absolutely accurate.

A new way of leaking… for why was it that foreigners still could not understand Ausitoria?

The End?

by **The Tarkanese Federation** » Sat Jan 16, 2016 5:28 am

The large caliber bullets ate up the jungle, tearing great lumps of timber off the trees and shredding the foliage. A tremendous bang resonated through the lead Basilisk where a round had glanced off the mantle, ricocheting into the jungle past the vehicles, at 60kph, it was a wild flurry of shots, the Basilisks exited the town, making a beeline for the river again, where the river banks provided ample cover.Having gone off-road they were back to 25kph, meandering up the river, taking small detours to avoid deeper sections to the river where they would have to rely on the slower pump-jet to scoot them across, it would take another 40 minutes to reach Anton valley. Fuel would be a concern should they continue with the original plan to reach the shores of the Old Canal, instead the intention was to tie up as many forces as possible to facilitate a distraction for other forces to act.

In the dockyards of New Haven, between two oil tankers under construction the four ships of the New Haven Class. Low and sleek, the ships were the first warships built in New Haven, the names were chosen to represent the district, New Haven, Santiago, David and Chitre. At 98m, there were official Corvettes, even though they packed weaponry similar of that to a Frigate's. Boasting a 105mm gun in an all new lightweight stealth mount, 32 cell VLS, CIWS, torpedoes and a helicopter, they were equivalent to the Narculian Talava Flight II Class, which would make them the most advanced small combatants in the domestic region. It would be a few more weeks before they were ready for service, but with the current pace of work, it would be soon.

The Santiago Airbase, just a single strip of tarmac with some revetments and hangars was a hive of activity as workers , making a furious pace as they erected a series of double commercial small aircraft hangars at the edge of the apron for volunteer forces. Inyursta volunteers were inbound as they worked, assembling the sheds, bolting the girders together.

by **New Tuva SSR** » Sun Jan 17, 2016 5:24 am

Kayr Digyatov runs down the halls of his office building in the center of Kyzyl. He reads his briefing in disbelief. It happened. It, the thing he feared most. A war involving Whiteshore. This would be the time that destroyed nations. Nukes would fly. Guns would fire. Who knows what could happen next.

"Like a novel" murmurs Kayr.

Hello,

It has come to my attention that the Tarkanese Federation has attacked our ally in Whiteshore. This is unacceptable. We would like to express our disgust and amazement at the stupidity of your leaders by sending 250,000 Tuvan troops to deploy in combat zones around the world. We also would like to send a warning to Inyursta for sending oil. Also, unacceptable.

If these acts continue, they force no other option but to be eradicated. Tuvan missiles have been armed, and with one word, they can be flying. I'm not a cruel leader, or even a cruel man, but I am willing to use excessive force if necessary.

The Tarkanese Federation, we declare war.

Signed,
Premier Kayr Digyatov
Tuva SSR

by **Dewhurst-Narculis** » Sat Jan 30, 2016 3:50 am

Severope AFB 2124hr 17^oC

The 514th Combat Specialist Company were loaded onto the HT62E "ROOK" among the other units, the unit was handpicked after their operations in North Vasangal. Led by a Major Kelter, the unit was looking forwards to the assignment of securing the canal zone and conducting patrols in the area. However they were also in the region to provide a safeguard against any further destabilization. Consisting of 102 men, the 541 was well suited the area, having trained in the zone 8 months previously as part of a shared exercise. They would be taking off within the hour, part of a airborne group of 3 HT62E "ROOK" and 2 HT62C "ROOK-C", carrying two other infantry groups and their assorted vehicles and supplies. Taxiing on the tarmac, they lined up, taking off with a roar of burning jet fuel. It would take 9 hours to reach the CAAFNB Fort Goethal, there they were to receive their full orders

Southern Lake, Canal Zone 1800hr 26^oC

DNNV Sedderin and Curwin were in the Southern Lake, on standby should any further missile attacks occur. The crews were glad though that were able to take on extra supplies on at CAAFNB Fort Goethal, though it would still be 3 months more before they would be eligible to rotate crews, leaving the ships on station. The warm sun was starting to set but the humidity remained clinging to everything like a shroud.

Coolart Manor 1800 21^oC

Thomium shrugged, he expected this low level of intelligence from the Tuvans, but this was a shining example of poor Tuvan thinking. "Well time to remind them of their actual standing in the world" he muttered as he set his hands across the keyboard.

Official Communique from the Office of the Imperial Grand Duke

To:{Open}
CC:{Open}
Subject: Official Notice of Response
Encryption: None
Time-stamp: 1910|31.1.2016

To the Tuvan People and Kayr Digyatov,

We have taken note of your extremely ill-advised declaration of war, I personally would like to take the time to offer you all a chance to abandon your declaration of war and to offer a formal apology to the Tarkanese Federation in regards to this misunderstanding, you are standing upon the certain likelihood of escalating this war from a border skirmish to a serious multinational conflict in which our interests stand in the crosshairs. We would like to make an official stance on the matter stating that should any Tuvan troops, ships or military assets been found within 250km of both Whiteshore and the Tarkanese Federation, it will be seen as a complete and total declaration of war and will be meet with an overwhelming response that will see a slaughter of Tuvanese troops where they stand. We await your response within the week.

Sincerely,

Imperial Grand Duke Thomium Narculis-Dewhurst

Third Tarkanese-Whiteshorian War (Closed/MT)(AttnWhiteshore)

Third Tarkanese-Whiteshorian War (Closed/MT)(AttnWhiteshore)

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