Assault on Capitalist puppet of Western Choson (MT/Open/IC)

[Zhouran]

Chosan, another oriental communist dictatorship. It was typical that such nation would go rogue and anger the world anti-communist community. Because Chosan is located in the Asia-Pacific region, the entire chaotic mess of a war had brought the attention of the Federation. Different alliances and nations were already involved in a bloody war over a divided peninsula [OOC: Just assuming that Chosan is a peninsula], however the Federation had no interest in participating for they see no gains in getting involved. However, because Chosan had brought the attention of several nations, the Federation had decided to place all warships and submarines in the Pacific on high-alert.

During a press conference, the Minister of Defense had stated "the Zhouranese People's Army will not intervene in Chosan, however we will closely monitor the entire situation there." At the same time as the press conference, the People's Defense Council had approved the deployment of a combat naval group to the outskirts of Chosanese waters, not to participate but rather to closely monitor.

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SOMEWHERE NEAR CHOSANESE WATERS
PACIFIC OCEAN
ASIA-PACIFIC REGION
08/07/20XX
Unnamed Combat Naval Group - ZPA Navy

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Sailing under the dark skies, a group of warships and submarines were not far from Chosan's coastal area. Their objective was not to intervene militarily, rather, is was to simply monitor.

Unnamed Combat Naval Group

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• 3 × Type 2011 Laobukepo-class DDGNs
  
• 6 × Type 1186 SSNs
  
• 2 × Type 1188 SSNs
  
• 5 × Type 94 signals-intelligence collection ship
  
• 4 × Reconnaissance trawlers

[Asigna]

As soon as the recon team received signals of the tomahawks, which are known to travel at a notoriously low and detectable speed unfit for surprise attacks, especially long range ones, the sub team was immediately informed.

"Gin'oo, we've recon team spots fire storm on 10 30 alas."

"Dive, set course for coordinates on threat source."

The saigants at their disposal were then programmed to follow the coordinates sent by the sat recon force. The saigants themselves were then to be armed with a pass mechanism that only accepts coordinate info if it followed a specific pre determined frequency pattern which changes every time a new sequence is being broadcasted by the satellites making sure that deception will be less likely. Each time the satellites detect a change in the coordinates of the fleet, it then send a message to the saigants, complete with the pass patterns to update its location. Such is the power of the saigants' electronics, designed to be very cost effective.

"Strike base, do you copy?"

"Copy strike force, detected fire storm. Will respond."

"Don strike base. Will engage on source with LR spears."

"Diri strike force. Deep and high force will do. Over and out."

"Copy strike base."

The Astellas then dived and headed straight for the fleet coordinates.

M-3 Saigants in action

Clearly, it seems, the Germans haven't learned their lesson from their last losses in the hands of the Nihonese and so the Filipino force decided that it was such an honor that they would be the ones reteaching a lesson to the Germans themselves. As soon as the recon team had detected the missile launches from the German fleet, the submarine force, or deep force as it was called, proceeded to dive as deep as possible as planned earlier. While from the southwestern airfields of the Yaman emirate, multitudes of fighters took off the tarmac and headed full speed within striking range of the German fleet at the middle of the Red sea, whose coordinates had long been tracked by all the resources of the recon team such as the all seeing sat force and the AWACs in patrol at the red sea. The AWACs, deciding they had done their mission well, decided to go into radio silence as soon they had their "immediate coordinate and movement range", the maximum distance in a radius the enemy fleet could possibly cover within a short time period had been covered not to mention the combined allied sat force which could provide info every 10 minutes.

The jets, 20 Corsaires armed with the lethal M-3 Saigants whose lethality was tested and proven in crushing the Topkekkian fleet as well as other communist forces. They went at near the maximum cruise range of mach 1.8 or 2099.16 kilometers per hour. It will take them well within 30 minutes to cover the distance of a thousand kilometers. As soon as they reached within 260 kilometers of the fleet's outlying coordinates, the Corsaires will then open fire their weapons, M-3 Saigants, each and every single one of them, 20 all in all, 4 on each pesky destroyer, which are deemed to be the greatest naval threat to the bayan due to their complex weaponry. The M-3 saigants, designed to cruise at the speed of mach 3-4, a very fast speed, were then programmed to take a long route around the destroyers rather than a direct head on collision in order to make point defenses less reliable due to the full nature of the missiles' speed will be displayed if it was traveling parallel to the enemy before it would redirect once again to do a final impact on each of the ships while concurrently, these missiles, with their dual frequency capability would unleash a storm on the enemy's detection frequencies jamming their fire controls thus rendering their defenses useless in a wide range of manners. Armed with thermobaric weapons, it would surely be enough to extinguish the life out of a ship in one shot, then what more if 4 were fired on each ship.

The communist will only have little choices for survival. However, then again, if the reds think their ordeal would be over, they would be gravely mistaken as the Astellas were heading their way, although a largely dispersed force, if used in this manner, would maximize the stealthy nature of these particular submarines since they are designed to travel at such a low acoustic noise thus, little suspects from any possible ASW detection apparatus the enemy might have. However, MICAs would be within their weaponry array if that would still not pay off. Should the submarines reach within 230 kilometers, they too, will fire their own salvo of M-3 saigants, but this time, it would be towards the carrier force arriving on the same manner as it did on the destroyers. The enemy attempted to do a fire storm on them, then the bayan returns the favor, but this time, with a high kill rate.

Back at the strike base, the Heneral, Corazon, was having a tea party with the rest of her colleagues in anticipation for a report as soon as this defensive operation will receive its first kill.

There will be no mercy for the red scum, especially those who threaten the bayan with unjustified annihilation.

[Transitional Heavenly State]

On the approach to Kolkata, Hindustan

The port at Kolkata was now less than eight hours away and it was time to step to the next phase of the plan. Nanda was getting increasingly nervous and had to make a huge effort not to make it apparent. The crew members, just like any other THS foot soldier, were fanatical and conditioned not to discriminate between friend or foe in flag when seeking for enemies in heart. Nanda took his Rila pad and messaged the Intelligence Department.

FR: Capt. Nanda THU
ID: 684F-14
OP: CHOS0194

The ship has malfunctioned. I suspect general sabotage.
Cannot reveal more at this point as I suspect several crew members. Navigation systems seem to be damaged.
It does not appear that the ship is on course. Basic astronomical means to identify location show we are somewhere
close to Hindustani ports and potentially in their waters. 

Will disclose more later.

Hopefully this would put the ID from taking any drastic action for now, but the risk was still too large.

"I'll go check the cargo."

The rest of the bridge hands kept doing their jobs as if nothing was happening. Nanda went down in the cargo bays and saw the enormous stash of crates. Many of those were marked as "medication" or "durable food supplies", but in reality the crates were filled with far more lethal items. Nanda was looking for a cache which was labelled as containing battlefield medication, which was the code name for engineering unit supplies. Those would be crucial for the execution of his sabotage plan. A few minutes later, he found what he was looking for.

[The Pacifican Islands]

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THE FEDERAL REPUBLIC OF THE PACIFICAN ISLANDS - OFFICIAL MESSAGE
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Office of the President
From: President Picard
To: Supreme Leader Kim Sung Hui
Encryption: SEHE-1 (impenetrable encryption)

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I personally accept the apology. However, the state cannot. The Parliament has voted against peace, and Section 2, Number 6 of Pacifican Foreign Policy dictates, and I quote,
"The use of force by a foreign power will be responded to." I can reroute the fleet away, to give you a head start. However, I can only wish you luck in the coming war. As gentlemen, we must do what must be done.

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Best Regards
President Picard

Hilo Airbase

Outlined in the colourful Hawaiian sunset are dark shapes, dark as the storm clouds of war. Those outlines are Pacifica's most premiere bomber aircraft, the B-76 Arkbird, sharing the same name with the smaller fighter counterpart which it was based upon. Painted in tones of dark blue and black, the stealth light bombers move out onto the runway, illuminated by the sunset and small red and green lights on the wings of the aircraft. Taxiing under the fleeting light of peace and the fleeting sunset in an almost perfect line, one by one the aircraft ignite their engines, breaking the stealthy shape with the fire of afterburners, speeding down the runway towards the sky.

[The Beautiful World of Earth]

From: the Beautiful World of Earth
To: Democratic Revolutionary Chosan
We hereby declare war on your nation. We have sent our Third Fleet to land near your capital city.
Maria Higgins
President of The Beautiful World of Earth

OOC: We're not actaully Earth, we just own the British Isles. We just call ourselves that.

[Chkalovsk II]

Belinsk Air Base
North Colishi

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The military airport was exploding with activity, left, right, and center. Formerly the primary base for the Chkalovskian war against communist insurgents in North Colishi, the base had died down after the end of the war, but once again, it was becoming the hub of another military operation. A variety of warplanes had been undergoing heavy maintenance, refueling and rearming all day to prepare for the mission they were about to embark on. 15 Tu-160M and 40 Tu-22M3 Bomber Aircraft had been equiped with their maximum payload of bombs, a variation of guided, unguided, and precision cluster munitions. 40 MiG-35 and 20 Su-35BM Multirole Aircraft were equipped with Short Range and Long Range Anti Radiation Air to Air Missiles, small precision guided munitions as well as 350 rounds in their lethal nose cannon. Amongst the escorts, were 18 Su-50 PAK FA Stealth Air Superiority Aircraft, which would be participating in the escort mission and would act as a element of surprise against hostile aircraft. Once given the order and eager to rain hell on the communist bastards that opposed them, the planes began to slowly taxi to the runway and take off, one by one, turning on their afterburners as they soared into the heavens above Belinsk Air Base.

Chosan Airspace
Chosan

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As the Chkalovskian Air Force were just moments from striking their targets, several dots appeared on the radars of the escort aircraft, however, knowing that allied aircraft were operating in the area, and using their friend or foe recognition system, the unknown aircraft were soon identified as those of the Sang-eo Airforce, thus, brief radio communications were established between the two groups of warplanes to avoid any incidents. Authorization was given and the mission began, the Tu-22M3's were first to strike, opening their bomb bays, dropping their 53,000 lb payload of guided and unguided FAB-250 bombs as well as some FAB-1500 bombs. There was a large variation of targets hit as the bombers were spread out, spearheaded by their escorts, factories, ammunition dumps, supply depos, garrisons, roads and railway stations were all subject to the bombardment. The Tu-160M's joined in, dropping their 88,185 lb payload of bombs onto unsuspecting naval ports and air bases below, with the escort aircraft also dropping their small precision guided munitions onto smaller mobile targets, such as moving vehicles and air defence weapons, such as SAM's and SPAAG's. The Tu-160M's then fired off six Kh-555 Cruise Missiles from each of its two internal rotary rotary launchers, whilst the Tu-22M3's fired off all six six Kh-15 Surface to Air Missiles from their MKU-6-1 rotary launcher's. The sound of explosions could be heard, no matter how high the bombers were in the sky, it was a orchestra of death and destruction. Just as quickly and silently the bombers appeared, they disappeared into the cloud layer, escorted by their large armada of aircraft and headed back to Belinsk Air Base to rearm, and prepare for a second strike.

[Paddy O Fernature]

MINISTRY OF DEFENSE | MAINLAND DOMINION | ISC COMMAND

Evan Dwyer, a grizzled and once disgraced general while serving under the previous administration prior to Madam Presidents ascension into power, found himself lost in thought as he strode down one of the numerous polished corridors under the Ministry. It was hard to imagine in his head, that not even six month ago he was rotting away in a federal prison for committing an act that was considered by many in the former administration to be a war crime, with no hope of parole. Now, he had ascended to replace the previous supreme commander after his untimely death, and was the highest ranked military commander within the Dominion, answering only to Madam President herself.

And all it had cost him was one small favor, and the deal was done.

Turning a corner, he came upon a set of cold grey doors that segregated the room beyond from the rest of the facility. Reaching out his left hand, he swiped his ID badge across a scanner mounted on the wall before punching in his six digit access code. After a brief moment, the panel flashed green and granted the man access into the room marked Isolated Strategic Command.

Dwyer walked through the doorway and into a room that literally buzzed with electricity, due in no small part to the almost laughable amount of electronics that called this center home and literally covered just about every square inch of the place. The man made his way over to a terminal reserved just for him, and seated himself on a chair that screamed of military grade quality. Muttering curses to nobody in particular as he attempted to extract even the slightest amount of comfort from the laughable amount of padding that graced the top of the chair, he powered up the station and logged himself into the secured network.

Using his finger on the systems touch screen, he opened up his encrypted communications tab, and started browsing through various messages direct from Madam President. On a normal day, he would receive various requests from her pertaining to some domestic or foreign event that demanded further investigation for whatever reason Madam president deemed fit. Today however, was different, as the first message he opened contained highly classified orders that would initialize pre-war mobilization of The Dominions forces on a scale not seen since the annihilation of GEIJD several years ago.

Under the old administration, the man was labeled a criminal for doing what needed to be done. This time however, would be much different, as none of those bleeding heart liberals that stood in his way of glory last time would be able to stop his this time around. The man smiled a crooked smile, one that seemed to snake it's way across his scarred face as he was filled with delight and anticipation at the though of getting stuck in again and spilling some blood.

With renewed energy, the man pulled out the mechanical keyboard attached to the terminal and started typing mobilization orders to several commands across all branches of the military. The Dominion took pride in maintaining the ability to be anywhere in the world within 96 hours with ADVON forces, with main body following within the next 12 hours. As such, to achieve that goal, units across all branches were constantly on a rotational standby notice, and were ready to deploy at a moments notice. However, while they would be activated, they wouldn't be boarding any transports anytime soon.

Pulling up another tab, the man started typing out an encrypted communication to an undisclosed nation, and attached a file titled "Operation: Ragnarök" to the communication before sending it on it's way. Once this was done, it set into motion preset mobilization and deployment of various Dominion assets in accords with the preplan attached to the Operation. It would take some time to get all the chess pieces into place, but once they were, the world would once again feel the wrath of a true world superpower.

Standing up from his station, the man calmly walked over to a large, wall mounted display and started watching as readiness reports started to come in already from various military commands.

Things were beginning to fall into place, and this pleased him.

Megan O'Brian - AP - Earlier today, the Ministry Of Defense confirmed reports of a massive military exercise kicking off today, that will take part across the whole of the Dominion and include forces from across every branch of service. In a press statement released by Madam President herself, the massive exercise is being conducted to determine logistical deficiencies across all branches in dealing with a mass mobilization of assets in preparation for a total war scenario against a hostile coalition of nations.

Included in this exercise, are assets from both offensive and defensive Strategic Command, as well as Dominion Special Forces Command, which normally are not included in such mobilization drills due to their organic nature.

Dominion citizenry are advised to stay vigilant during these exercises, and to remain clear of all military personal they may encounter in their daily tasks as to not hinder the exercise. Remember, Obedience Demands Sacrafice!

Ad Victoriam!

- All Commands Across The Dominion Ordered To Mobilize And Prepare for Immanent Contact
- Strategic Assets brought online and to heightened alert readiness.
- Orbital Tracking Of Space Based Assets Of Involved Parties Initiated
- Department Of Mainland Security Doubling Presence At All Ports Of Entry

[The German Democratic Reich]

The Rosa


"Their jamming our frequencies for self defense." Shouted one crewman, the quantum radar of the ship able to detect the jamming attempts within seconds. The self defense systems of the
ship began to rapidly switch frequencies in an attempt to still be operational.

"Good, they took our bait." The Captain turned over to one of his crewmen and sipped his coffee.


Roughly around fifteen FA38 jets would already be in the sky by the the enemy had arrived. Doing their job of patrolling the fleet's outlying coordinates. The FA38 was a powerful jet, it had been specifically designed to work off satellitle connections and data. The FA38 was also fully capabul of reaching Mach 1.9 speeds, avoiding enemy radar detection and has an advanced target locking system specifically designed for dealing with jets of similiar caliber. "Enemy missiles targeted, permission to destruct Red one?" A pilot asked, looking at the screen ahead of him display a light blue 3d model of a M-3 saigant missile.
"Permission to engage" Granted the squad leader. The jets released four RR-23 supersonic missiles per a jet. Each one using infared detection to locate and lock onto the hostile missiles. The RR-23 caught up to the M-3's and immediatly began to thwart the plan. However, despite the best efforts of many of the missiles..The Aircraft carrier's anti missile defenses switched to Infared mode and opened fire on the oncoming missile horde, however, one still was able strike the ship. Ruining her beautiful deck and likely destroying multiple of aircraft and drones in her lower decks. The destroyers were luckierer, using infared Anti-Missile statems to defend themselves using infared anti missile defense systems, plus the infared missiles of the FA38's

With such an unfortunate occurence, the aircraft carrier's command decided to launch what was left of the jets of the GDR, roughly around five.

Large metal doors opened on the side of the massive aircraft carrier and what tiny amount left of the airfleet of the ships hovered out of the ship, ready to defend it until the last man.
"Men, there is no way for you too land. Our landing and takeoff capabilities are practically screwed over on the carrier...You're going to have to crash your vehicles in enemy territory and hope for the best.."

"God damn it!" Shouted the squad leader "Then give these sons of bitches hell while we are still up here! Better dead than in these idiot's custody!"


The FA38's quickly turned around, their GPS systems identifying the source of the missiles. 20 Corsaires jets. "Alright boys, lets send these porkies packing home on parachutes! URA!"b
"Hell yeah!" Shouted another pilot, pushing forward on control stick as the fighter jets began their tactical strike of enemy forces. The attack was simple, they lowered themselves below the jets, using the cover of night time clouds to remain hidden, and went full speed forward 250 KM, before lowering their speeds to one acceptable for combat..They began to slowly rise themselves, calculating how long it would take for the enemy jets to get to where they were flying, they plotted the right time to rise up and surprise attack their enemy..


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It was deemed nessecary less than two minutes from when they asked..The jets of the proud German Air Force soared up infront of the destined path of their enemies, rising above them and doing an arc and descending rapidly facing towards the Earth, and firing upon the enemy jets below..

[The Beautiful World of Earth]

The government realises with so much going on at home, that fighting a war in Chosan would be pointless. The ships are promplety sent home.
OOC: Changed my mind about this RP.

[Great Feng]

OOC:
Anyone else going to reply to my post about a unified Feng-led coalition against Revolutionary Choson?

[China and South Korea]

OOC: Feng. Seriously. Just be a good dude and attach your forces with the Coalition already there.

Location: N/A
People's Democratic Republic of Zyrika

"ARGH! ARGH!!!"

The screams of Enemies of the Nation were always a source of pleasure for Lt. Gen. Menta Rhee-Il. Always relishing the opportunity to personally torture those fortunate enough to be punished by his hands. Every time he moved his improvised whip, his victim elicited cries of pain that would normally pierce eardrums of the Proles, as the latter was flayed alive - bits by bits. His victim then was a male citizen from Alamo, of the Tsaoku ethnicity, who had previously been accused of conspiring against the Venerable Zyrikan Nation by his neighbor. Rhee-Il couldn't care less about the reason, however; an Enemy was an Enemy, period. As per policy, his accomplices - his "offspring" (a girl) and her "birth vessel" (the man's spouse) were also brought into the same room, restrained and forced to watch as the "sperm donor" was tortured by the overweight military officer. The chamber they occupied was riddled with hand-prints made of blood - remains of previous sessions like the one being carried out.

Another man, much taller than both the torturer and the victim, entered. It was none other than Rhee-Il's personal bodyguard, Colonel Talung Ping. His goatee moved as words escaped from his mouth.

"What was this man's crimes again, sir."

"We suspect he has connections with communists. He still has the more important charges of 'displaying unpatriotic love' and 'jaywalking' however."

"Yes, sir, do carry on with the scumbag, but I have something more important for you." Colonel Ping raised a paper for his superior to see. "An order from the State Party, sir. A coalition is already on their way to annihilate the Reds in Chosan. The Paramount Leader wants us to assist them, using the power of your Heigui Army."

"Ah." Rhee-Il stopped the whipping. "So our dogs in the western part of that giant godforsaken landfill have failed to stop the filthy Reds?"

"Yes, I'm afraid."

"They've outlived their usefulness. Make sure they're all dead then." Rhee-Il raised his hand, dismissing the existence of the pro-Zyrikan anti-communist presence in Chosan. "Charge them with 'incompetence'. Mark them unpersons. Kill them like the animals they are, if they possess no nationally-desired traits."

"Already on our way, sir. I have ordered what useful men there are left to immediately surrender and defect to the Communists."

"I don't blame you for making that choice, but no, they are loose ends." The overweight man walked to a desk where a pair of gloves and a glass containing a yellowish-green goo was already prepared. He continued speaking as he wore the gloves. "Unless they're the finest of our agents, they, too, are to be killed off due to high chances of actual defection to the Red scum."

With the gloves on, Rhee-Il approached the tortured Enemy of the Nation, opened his mouth wide, and poured the goo inside as he casually conversed with Colonel Ping.

"Have you compiled a list of allies and foes of the Chosanese scum?"

"Sir, do you mean to report to the State Party that all Chosanese are to be considered enemies?"

"Yes. Every last one, regardless of allegiance." Rhee-Il stopped pouring the goo. "Colonel, would you please."

Already wearing gloves, Colonel Ping took out a knife. As Rhee-Il backed away from the Enemy, the latter's entire body began to shake violently. The Colonel closed in with his knife, and began to remove skin from the man, as his body began to enter a state of necrosis and bubbles of blood formed in his eyes and mouth.

"Senjakala, The Selkie, Hindustan, Pacifica, maybe Zhouran, Asigna Philippines and puppet states, a nation we cannot make any sense of, Sang-eo... whatever it was. And the Fengs. They are the ones we're certain are intervening militarily in Chosan." With every word, the Colonel removed blackened flesh off the body of the man, whose body was beginning to literally crack. While an unknown, green fluid escaped from those cracks, the Colonel picked up from where he left off. "There are also hordes of communist conscripts from other godforsaken lands; we're surest of the presence of German communist-fascist dogs and an anti-Zionist state named 'Carosi'. Too bad that the latter had chosen to side with the Reds."

As the Colonel finished his report, Rhee-Il, who was eating a potato, promptly held what remained of the potato in his hand, and crushed it.

"Then they shall die like the rest."

The arms of the "Enemy of the Nation" fell off just as the General crushed the potato. His facial features reduced to a bloody, indescribable mess made of dead flesh, he fell off, facing the direction of the "birth vessel" and their shared offspring, who were unable to speak, but very clearly terrified.

"This new sample seems to be a success, sir, as we're unable to hold back death by removing the skin anymore." The Colonel said.

"Good. This will be reported back in detail to the People's Defense Council." Rhee-Il rubbed his chin, while two figures in HAZMAT suits proceeded inside to remove the broken corpse. "As for the intervention, we will send a detachment of the Heigui Army. I want the composition kept secret. Oh, and Colonel, would you please."

Knowing what Rhee-Il meant by "would you please", the Colonel moved towards the two restrained females in the corner of the chamber. He began carrying them on his shoulders.

"Move them to Dungeon Number 6. Thoroughly examine the younger one to see if it's fit for childbirth. Throw the older one in isolation and break it."

"Yes, sir."

The lights turned off. Both men walked away from the chamber, before the two faceless figures from before sealed the door entering the chamber.

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To: Anti-Communist Intervention
From: Zyrikan armed forces' representatives
Encryption: 2HIGH4U (Maximum)

Greetings. We represent Zyrikan forces, here to beat back the Communist advance into Western Chosan and liberate the East if possible. We wish to inform the Anti-Communist forces intervening in Chosan of our arrival, and our decision to ally with you during the course of this conflict. We, too, desire to push back the Communist scum and eliminate their taints throughout the lands.

We would be grateful if any of our current allies are willing to accept our cooperation. We will attach our forces with whoever is the first to extend their hands and welcome our war effort against the Reds. Let this war be successful and profitable.

Sincerely,
Chosan Expeditionary Forces' Military Commander

[Great Feng]

OOC: Feng. Seriously. Just be a good dude and attach your forces with the Coalition already there.

OOC: It looked to me more like a bunch of different sides tbh. Plus, not allowed to side with Asigna. Anyway I'll work on a IC post for here later first have to make a post for Cuscy. And the RP with Cuscy is why I'm not replying to G&E yet-The diplomatic treaty with Pillow needs to be finished first and right now am in the middle of negotiations.

[Revolutionary Arstotzka]

Glory to Arstotzka

Greetings Revolutionary Comrades of Chosan!
The unification of your nation is an integral step to socialism and progress the establishment of heroic comrade Generalissimo Kim Choi-suk is a great triumph. The western colonialists, imperalists, and greedy capitalists, must be ousted, and the nation purified by the blood of tyrants and revolutionaries. Chosan has accomplished this through glorious victory. We congratulate you on your successful war in establishing the rule of the masses. The people-masses of the world can watch and be inspired by the heroism of your warriors and fearlessness of your leadership. However, the fascist bandits threaten your newfound unity and victory. The establishment of a unified nation threatens their plot to expand capitalism and reactionary ideals throughout the world. We believe that Arstotzkan assistance will solidify your victory against these pig-dogs. We will be deploying the following forces to repel the enemies and deal a devastating blow to the hearts of the fascist armies.
Revolutionary Guards Brigade #12
2,500 Men
Equipped with AK-104 Rifles
Glock-18 Pistols
F-1 Grenades
Additional Weaponry for Specialized Troops
x3 BMP-3
Revolutionary Guards Brigade #13
2,500 Men
Equipped with AK-103 Rifles
Glock-18 Pistols
F-1 Grenades
Additional Weaponry for Specialized Troops
x3 BMP-3
Revolutionary Guards Brigade #14
2,500 Men
Equipped with AK-74 Rifles
Glock-18 Pistols
F-1 Grenades
Additional Weaponry for Specialized Troops
x3 BMP-3
x3 T-80
This war and the expelling of the vicious capitalists, will herald socialist utopia for Chosan and friendship with the Socialist Republic of Arstotzka.
Foreign Ministry

[Western Pacific Territories]

(OOC: I'll be RPing as the Revolutionary Republic of Sunguho, yet another communist Korean nation I just made up in my head. It is located on a island with a Pop. of 67.89 million people and is located relavtovely close to Choson. Be warned, this nation is meme-radioactive.)

People's Army Headquarters, Hapiyong.

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Hapiyong was once a marvelous city filled with activity, skyscrapers could be seen in the distance, and the views were like no other in the world. Once. That all changed years ago. Now Hapiyong was a city of ugly Soviet-esque apartment buildings, completely bland, aside from white concrete, or on some buildings, the propaganda paintings of Shu-Yong Bai, the original nations leader. He was now dead, with his grandson, Shu-Yong Yi. Shu-Ying Yi was not a man who cared much for luxury, he didn't have time for such things.

His generals were many in number, and were mostly chosen for their relations to the Shu-Ying family. One of these was the Grand Field Marshal of the People's Army 9th Army, in command of 20,000 men, mostly conscripts or those serving their mandatory service of 3 years, Chong-Sin Lao. Lao was a man who took advantage of the fact that Shu-Yong Yi allowed his generals to customize their uniforms however they wanted, so long as the uniform kept it's appearance: A light gray uniform with the shoulder sections colored red, with buttons.

Chong was sitting at his desk in the Headquarters Building, located less than a block from Shu-Ying's Revolutionary Square, where Yi's residence was located. You could only get into the place if you were a general, a 'Minister of the People', or was allowed to come in on Yi's direct orders. Trespassing meant you got ripped to shreds by auto-cannon fire from a BMP-2.

A officer, probably a colonel or major, was acting as a courier and walked into Chong's open office, to say "Comrade-General, sir, our Eternal Leader Shu-Yong Yi, may he lead the People to Glory, has relayed a message to you. It orders you to move your men to Chiangson and await the arrival of the 2nd Revolutionary Flottila. The Eternal Leader has relayed a message to our brave and glorious comrades in Choson, asking for permission to assist them in the war against the Imperialists." Chong's replied "Let it be understood by the Eternal Leader that I will move to Chiangson as he, in his eternal wisdom, has ordered."

Cominique from the Revolutionary Republic of Sunguho

From: Ministry of Foreign Affairs and Communication.
To: Appropriate Sections of the Government of Choson.

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Hello, dear comrades. We in Sunguho have noted the extremely successful operations you have carried out against the Imperialists of West Choson and congratulate you for your success and wish you well. We would like to request permission to begin assisting Choson forces in the fight against the Imperialists as well as to assist with any operations against rebellious traitors fighting the People's Revolution in West Choson.

[The Pacifican Islands]

Chosen Airspace

The stealthy group of 5 B-76s travel across Chosen airspace. Speeding below the chaos of the German interception of the Chkalovskian and the Sang-eo Air Force, the bombers pass by unknown. Flying just barely over the smouldering factories and airbases, the bombers speed ahead towards a more risky but more rewarding target, the capital city of Pyangyong. Swooping just above the treeline undetected, the bombers move with every mountain and hill, like a trained group of ninjas. Armed to the teeth with AIM-9 Sidewinder missiles, air to ground missiles and GPS guided JDAM bombs, the mission order was to be precise. In the distance, city lights. Following the city lights and a sophisticated GPS system, at last, they have reached Pyangyong. Buzzing the roofs of the suburbs and farms of Pyangyong, the time was counting down to when they will be intercepted. A group of ninjas they were, splitting up to their designated targets. One aircraft hit the Ministry of Defence, another a military base. The others struck military emplacements, major infrastructure and radar. The whole attack lasted 1 minute and 45 seconds. As soon as the planes arrived they left, running for their lives to Taison airspace.

[Shazbotdom]

SECRET IC:
SCENE: Main Imperial Naval Base, Anuthar Peninsula, Shazbotdom

All through the night, several hundred buses were arriving at the base, carrying not only the Seamen assigned to each of the Twenty vessels assigned to the 3rd Medium Assault (MA) Surface Battlegroup, but the more than 6,900 Marines from various branches that were slated to be the preliminary boots on the ground for this operation. With wave after wave of Marine Bus Transports arriving every hour and unloading, the Marines loading up onto the ships of the fleet. Among them was Seargent Major Gregory Armbruster. He was decorated with more than fifteen medals throughout his career with the Marine Corps. He stepped off of the transport bus, with his Squad behind him, marching up the ramp of the ship with his troops behind him, he immediately reported to the bunk house that he was assigned to and got himself situated.
When the ships of the fleet were loaded up and ready, they began to disconnect the ropes from the docks and one by one they turned on their engines to one-eighth reverse speed and backed up out of their docks. Rotating around, they began to make their way out to sea, taking their usual route towards the open ocean, coasting along the territorial waters of several of her Ellorean Allies until the fleet reached the open ocean. Within the next Forty Eight hours, they would be within initial strike distance of the enemy.

[Sharko Federation]

Off the Chosanese Coast
Sang-eo Yeonmaeng Navy
Chosanese Waters, Near Pyangyong

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The fleet was anchored off the coast of Chosan, waiting for the greenlight from their comrades in the air. Sang-eo Yeonmaeng Air Force jets had destroyed the bulk of Chosanese radar installations and multiple airbases, hindering Chosanese air support capabilities. With help from the Bayan and Chkalovskian Air Forces, they had almost full air superiority over Chosan, for now at least. Sang-eo soldiers and sailors milled around as they waited off the coast of Pyangyong, far enough to be in Chosanese EEZ. Admiral Kim Tae Hyuk was in the bridge of the ROKS Dokdo, flanked by the two other Dokdo-class helicopter carriers. F-35 Lightnings were on the decks, waiting for their deployment.

They were not to be deployed just yet, though. Instead, several junior officers were communicating to high command, before reporting to the Admiral. One of the junior ogficets approached Admiral Hyuk. "Sir, we have been instructed by High Command to destroy defenses and Pyangyong itself with our missile armament to support the strategic air campaign over Chosan." said the officer. The Admiral nodded. "Get to it, then!" he bellowed. The officers ran about, quickly barking orders at other seamen to get ready the missiles for firing.

Within minutes, a loud alarm was sounded and a hail of non-nuclear ballistic missiles burst out of the water's surface from the submarines below. The missile destroyers fired their ballistic missiles too and soon hundreds of missiles were sent hurling towards the city of Pyangyong. Several F-111 Aadvark electronic warfare aircraft accompanied by several F-35s flew as high as they possibly could, to try and jam enemy anti-ballistic missile platforms. Nevertheless, Chosanese radar installations had already been nearly all destroyed, and thus tracking these missiles would be a hard task for the remaining installations, if there were any.

The Admiral and the officers meanwhile, eagerly tracked the missile systems from the ROKS Dokdo.

[Democratic Revolutionary Choson]

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From: Venerable Comrade and Great Supreme Leader Kim Sung Hui
Subject: Nihonese Imperialism
To: To the various comrades, The Empire of Carosi, The German Democratic Reich, Premier Jingyi Zheng of the People's Republic of Tianxia, Bulgar Rouge and their assorted allies, Revolutionary Arstotzka
Encryption: Open for all

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I wish to tell you that all aid Economic or Military, or Humanitarian will be accepted, and that all advice will be accepted, we plan on engaging in massive scorch earth tactics to drive the imperialists out of their comfort zone, and begin full-scale guerilla people's war against the enemy forces, the people of Chosan will not fear for their loving leader will take them into his bosom and prepare them for the final struggle of the National-Revolution against Imperialist Forces!

The invading forces will face no mercy and all means will be used to defend the Fatherland!

[Novaya Equestria]

From: Government of the Novayan RDPR
To: All parties involved

Greetings.

We are the Novayan Revolutionary Democratic People's Republic, a fascist militaristic republic that is more friendlier and willing to provide aid. We've noticed what's going on in Choson, and we decided that we will send humanitarian supplies to those affected by this war. Members of the Novayan Red Cross will be assisted and protected by soldiers from the Novayan Armed Forces.

We'll be glad that all of you must not kill any Novayan Red Cross or Novayan Armed Forces personnel; any attacks on our people will be considered a war crime. Don't worry! We're not like Nazi Germany.

[Democratic Revolutionary Choson]

Example of the propaganda posted on bill-boards allowed to stay up in West Chosan

Sung-Chu, West Chosan

A massive scorched earth plan was taken into effect, all the rice stored in various storage buildings was either burned using flamethrowers or stolen by the fleeing East Chosanese soldiers, Well water was often poisoned, local women were often brutally raped as their fathers, brothers and husbands were shot. Numerous homes were either blown up or burnt down after the occupants were forced to leave them, the Sung-Chu railroad was detonated as the East Chosanese feared enemy forces arriving via rail through Taison. Herbicides and defoliants were used to destroy crops, bushes and trees in the area. However propaganda was kept up as the East Chosanese left, as the commanding officers thought it would demoralize any forces coming to the West's aid.

Local people caught resisting the Scorched earth policy were lynched from telephone poles, with sounds hung around their neck that read "This is a message for all traitors who resist Liberation", the East-Chosanese Army upon fleeing Sung-Chu fled to Chang in East Chosan which was at the border to defend East Chosan from imperialist forces, further plans were being thought up in the rest of West Chosan, as East Chosanese soldiers embarked on similar Scorched Earth tactics often combined with brutality against the locals in the West Chosan capital of Choseul.

Choseul, West Chosan

Taking examples from their comrades in Sung-Chu, the Mechanized infantry and special forces who early at the start of the war stormed the West Chosanese capital earlier (in Choseul and Pyang-ou) had embarked on massive scorched-earth policy, violent Revanchism against civilians combined with a retreat across the border. However what made this violence truly exceptional was that East Chosanese soldiers and local West Chosanese Communist collaborators engaged in attacks firing artillery at Taisonese border as revenge for Taisonese housing of anti-communist forces, upon doing this they destroyed their own artillery to prevent them from falling in enemy hands and retreated across the border.

[Monarchist Confederate States of America]

To: Democratic Revolutionary Chosan
From: Prime Minister Robert E. Lee IV of the MCSA
Subject: Recent Aggression
Encryption: High

Due to your recent aggression in Western Chosan and your inhumane treatment of their people in your recent scorched earth policy, we have declared war. Immediately pay reparations to Western Chosan and end the bombing of Taison or we will utterly destroy your country with our superior airpower.

To: Minister of War Jonathan McCoy
From: Prime Minister Robert E. Lee IV of the MCSA
Subject: Invasion of Chosan
Encryption: Very High

Immediately send 250 B-52 bombers to attack major cities in Chosan. Bomb indiscriminately, but aim especially for military outposts. Send a fleet of 5 amphibious assault ships to attack the coast of Chosan, and send 500 marines on shore to take coastal towns. Order these men to execute any civilians they wish and burn everything to the ground to instill fear in the enemy. We must win.

[Chkalovsk II]

Belinsk Air Base
North Colishi

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As the first wave of aircraft touched down at Belinsk Air Base, the ground crew wasted no time refuelling and rearming each and every aircraft, however, for the Tu-160M's, a much larger type of bomb was being loaded in. Five of them. The Aviation Thermobaric Bomb of Increased Power, or simply Father of All Bombs (FOAB), is a bomber-delivered thermobaric weapon so powerful, Deputy Chief of the Chkalovskian General Staff, Alexander Rukshin, was quoted as saying "all that is alive merely evaporates." 45 tons of TNT with a blast radius of 1000 ft, the FOAB was the most lethal conventional weapon in Chkalovsk's arsenal. Five of these powerful bombs were loaded into five different Tu-160M's and soon enough, they were ready to depart. The 25 MiG-35's had been rearmed with their previous loadout, a mixture of short and long range air to air missiles as well as small precision guided munitions. 12 PAK FA Stealth Air Superiority Aircraft had also been summoned up to provide stealthy escort for the raid. As the final preparations were made, the pilots were given the green light and one by one, taxied onto the runway before pushing the throttle up to full and turning on their afterburners, making a tremendous noise as they soared into the skies once again.

Above Pyangyong
Chosan

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Flying at 51,000 ft safely above any hostile air defences, the large armada of planes flew through the cloud layer and began their approach on Pyangyong. As the bombers approached, the fighters ascended to a slightly higher level than the bombers to avoid being hit by any of the FOAB's, which would be disastrous for the group of planes, as all would be decimated. "One minute to zero time!" the voice spoke clearly through the radio, notifying all planes that there was one minute remaining until the strike would be launched. The Tu-160M's opened their bomb bay doors and prepared to unleash hell onto the unsuspecting foes down below. All was quiet in the skies above Pyangyong as the white angels of death streaked across the heavens ever so gracefully, inside the cockpits of the angels, the pilots and crew kept looking at each other, waiting for the order to come through from High Command, and it did. "Zero time." The MiG-35's released their arsenal of small precision guided munitions, which dived down at alarmingly fast speeds, racing towards several targets, such as government buildings and railway stations, which would hit before the FOAB's did, and then, the Tu-160M's all dropped their five FOAB's simultaneously, sealing the fate of thousands of people down below, the large bombs raced down from the skies towards the city. The armada of aircraft diverted their course and turned around, heading back towards North Colishian airspace, and as they did, one tremendously loud thud was heard... and another one... and another one... the pilots swore they could hear the screams and cries of thousands of dying souls, the pain, and the suffering that they were going through. But all that did not bother them.

[Yugoslav Memes]

recommended listening

Unknown village
1994
Watch to get an idea of what they're doing.

Houses became torches. The night sky had been brightly lit red and orange as towers of smoke rise over the scene of arson, the fuel to this great blaze being consumed as it would be, with buildings collapsing one after another after their structures have been burnt of usefulness. The white walls of the houses were desecrated with graffiti, they were different in execution but carried the same message, consisting of the same elements. A crudely drawn hand, with the thumb, the index and the middle fingers extended, the two remaining ones folded in position in the palm. Tri prsta.

Aside it, boldly sprayed were the letters.

Србица до токија.

Amongst the conflagration, armed men ransacked and pillaged the houses that were intact, then set fire to them, adding yet another piece of fuel to the great torch that was once the village. They took valuables and dropped them in sacks. The large ones would be carried to trucks or be simply destroyed, depending on their usefulness. Food was consumed on the spot, the leftovers also dropped in the sacks. Systematically shelves of houses which had took years of hard work to put together were emptied in one night. It was a level of robbery that surpassed Black Friday, no, any form of shopping craze that would come in the later years. Not that the ones who had saved them would be able to care anyway. They were shot on sight, or had left shortly before the ones who were emptying the houses had arrived.

One survivor, lucky he was, rushed out of a barn where he hid. That of course was foolish, for the vandals had quickly trained their rifles on him and riddled the man in holes which were obscured from view by the blinding light emanated by the fires around. He fell to the ground, lifeless, while the intruders continued their sacking and salvaging.

Slobodan lit a cigarette. Even that was taken from one of the houses now in flames and slowly collapsing, its planks falling to the ground. He blew fumes which joined those of the houses rising into the heavens.

"You got any cheese?" an approaching man inquired.

"No, some bacon there is though."

"Bacon? In a muslim village???"

"Who knows, probably the Khrovat corner. Or made of mutton and they added hell knows what so now it looks like bacon."

"So, what have you got for your wife? And that, uh, was it eight or nine months?"

"I wouldn't want to take anything for them... My kid's staying away from all this. Not an atom of my involvement in all this will enter my family. Fucking hell."

He then took a bottle of rakija, of dubious source, leaned against the wall and took great gulps from it. As the alcohol flooded down his throat, he took out his identity card, as a citizen of the Srbican socialist union. The new cards for people living in Srbican Tropolje weren't distributed to him. There, his name was printed in cyrillic script on a card with a yellowish tint. He moved his greasy finger away which was blocking his surname on the card, and put the card closer to his eyes so he could see his name, in that lifeless font aside that picture he took when he graduated from university.

ЛОПАНДИЋ, Слободан

His eyes and his mind made sense of the characters, immediately taking his sight upwards and elsewhere as if it was a reflex (or perhaps it was), while he put the card back into his pocket. Blinking rates sped up. Another glug of rakija down the part-time Chetnik's throat.

Mezkivo Complex, Vukinzyaro
Present day

Following the withdrawal of the Mertherian edgelords from Stojam, it was relief to many that a Balkan brethren had been spared the sabre of the hordes of pretentiousness. Yet the 5,000 Phallus-class omnisubs Cvecagrad promised the 'Aryan Army' were already rallying and once the day be agreed they shall set sail, blanketing the multibillion brazen hordes in their own defecation that gods hath forsaken. But now it was time to turn to something else.

Chosan. Or, uh Choson. Or Chosen. What the actual fuck.

The 89 important people had met again. They actually just dismissed themselves for a short water break actually.

"So, uh, Chosan."

"Yeah. What about it?"

"Tetraphysical involvement in the place has, uh, skyrocketed. This may well be the prophesized Black October of this year set early."

"Black August, hmmm, I approve."

"So the scene concerning Guinevere assumed terminated, let's get our filthy hands into this clusterfuck and make it worthy of such a name."

"You sure?"

"We just regenerated ourselves. We can't risk to-"

"No one cares. The Viet meme girl is taking over now."

"9th Hexumvirate greatest failure in history. And all of us are green so we have to deal with this for the next few decades."

"Alright, so we're going to trash the party...any ideas?"

"Grajoya for communist side. Ratiaria may be involved or not, but Zyrika doesn't usually care for secret admirers. We need someone to crash into the capitalist side or something."

"We'll keep it strictly B-category, right?"

"Yes."

"Consilia could work."

"Oh okay."

"But we need more. Involve the entirety of the Synkomese socialist circle, probably, but most of them see Bulgar and Chosan as deviants."

"Résistance folk in Veryput."

"Eh fuck it. We gonna roll in Pinochet Protocol, don't know why they named it that, but sure, do it."

Tima, Grajoya

The revolutionaries turned the national museum into their headquarters, kind of like how the Bulgarians turned the National Palace of Culture into SE56. Actually, the museum was simply the entrance to the monstrous complex housing the Grajoyan socialist regime's functional brain. The artifacts were moved elsewhere to be exhibited, somewhere under collective Synkomese jurisdiction, that's for sure. Deep under the age-old hardened soil of the area, carved into bedrock, a matrix of concrete-lined tunnels and rooms, steel-floored chambers and spaces, stereotypical of described subterranean compounds and edifices. Oh wait, edifices are supposed to be over the surface? I don't know.

Raul Rojo. His (alleged) surname quite fitted all that, him being the de facto no. 1 figure in Grajoya nominally led by the 'people-masses' themselves. Of course, everyone knew it was bullshit. The people, haha, they can never lead themselves or accomplish anything on their own. They are merely the brush and pen of an elite who know to seize opportunities. Although, Raul fed his sheep better than most. Better than those Ratiarians who try so hard to look like carbon copy Zyrikans, for sure. Ridiculous.

The Chairman of the State Presidium (of the People) was amongst the first revolutionaries. Why were none of the others remaining? Simple, he'd outlived all of them in power struggles. Typical, ain't it. This man's been through most of the tropes and set constants concerning communist dictators, let's skip that. Nothing on his body says 'originality'. Hell he wears a fucking Mao suit hahahahaha what a loser. He had close comrades of the same rank, though they were also among the few that survived after the man decided to purge again after purging his first companions. These included the brother of his ex, the nephew of the sister of a teacher he may have fucked, the friend of a grandson of a friend of one of his distant relative's dad, and a guy he met in a bar during the revolution which nobody talked about anymore, and a fuckton of other people. Grajoya is big yes with like 70 million population but this did actually happen. Raul swore it was a coincidence. The nephew of the sister of the teacher he allegedly fucked in college was the minister in control of the economy planning thing, probably for the best of it.

Every Synkomese state suddenly started to also meet in hideously poorly and hastily organized inner circle meetings after the 1990s. Some said it had to do with the instantaneous memetic infection of the Synkomese populace with the 'discuss in close quarters syndrome', but ČOZANS dismissed that as nonsense. Anyway in Grajoya this meant Raul having to squeeze with the rest in a pretty spaced room where a big map of the nation and a shot of SE56 with the caption underneath 'This is how you build the headquarters of the revolution' was pinned on the concrete walls.

"Alright, Hexumvirate says we need to support Chosan. The Kuilians and the others are in support of us."

"What the fuck."

"Bulgaria is there. As stalkers and secret admirers we can finally get an autograph from Bro No. 1 himself finally. Maybe."

"How many people are in the army again?"

"1.5 million. We're rushing the limits, but Bulgs have more, so that justifies it. We're trying to be an actually pleasant socialist pariah regime, so army size reduced."

"Fuck the puta we're sending 20,000 down the drain. They'll die gloriously."

Raul finished the glass of mineral water. There was a budget cut so he couldn't smoke cigars and glug down rakija anymore. Wait why is a Hispanic drinking rakija okay nevermind time to move on.

Kuili

Kuili is located on an island in the southern hemisphere. It was quite shitty of a place, but its people, hard-working and robust in mind, made what they could, what the island country lacked in resources its people's toils it made up with. From the ancient irrigation projects to its involvement in the Great War of its region.

Greedy imperialists had demanded so much from Kuili's people. They of course, refused to yield. This resulted in simply war, which coincided with the beginning of the regional great war where two great blocs pitted against each other. None had explicit ideologies backing up their killings, it was a war of plain imperialist interests as with WW1. Caught in the ocean where the great battles of the war raged in a fit of maritime technological exhibition Kuili was doubtlessly devastated as enemies and aggressors landed on its bleaches, covering all living with soot and indulging them in misery and suffering. The Kuilians resisted. They were able to chase back the invaders to the seas, but couldn't stop them from coming. It was embarrasing, the reason.

The best ships they had were made of fucking wood.

Somehow tirelessly the powers fought on in high and low intensities up into the 1960s when a resurgence began and Kuili became the target of many a Labiyadian missile. Their destroyers had formed a virtual barrier of steel upon the beaches of Kuili, taking away their beauty and splendor, while rapidly contracting. Days gone by as their fleets neared. Kuili had no navy or any efficient force to counter them at all to speak of. The old strategy of waiting them to land would no longer work, for no one will be there to wait for them at all.

Then, almost miraculously, a hand was lent.

Their steel monsters of the blue were smited by alum-birds from the sky. The birds, of which no one knew the affiliation, rained hellfire and bursted inferno upon the brazen sharks of metal butchering them mercilessly, cutting, shredding, dismantling them. The people of Kuili saw only one distinguishing feature on the aircraft that had relieved them: a roundel of black, blue and gold.

It was the falcons of the Syncretic Combine.

In 1962, Kuili was admitted to the Synkom. In 1964, Labiyad was completely destroyed after the Synkom unloaded a couple of its incendiaries on it, and the same fate awaited several other powers which had threatened to butcher the people of the island. People's Republic of Kuili it was, now it stood firmly in the sea, never to fear a second aggressor now it was part of a great synergy.

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"We need to get ourselves involved in Chosan."

"Oh okay let's send like one division is that 12,000 men of volunteers they'll definitely come back I guess"

Headquarters of the Organization of Synkomese Socialists
Ahuriya

"...It is absolutely necessary for us, as fellow comrades in the ideology of revolutionary socialism, to march alongside our brethren in this fight against hostile elements. Thus I reiterate the necessity of our involvement, active involvement - assistance of our comrades, in the glorious struggle against imperialists wishing to smother Chosan and her people!"

Canned applause follows.

JOINT STATEMENT of the GOVERNMENTS of AHURIYA, GRAJOYA, ZAHOKSIA, BURGEDALB, VERYPUT and KUILI
TO: The world
Subject: Chosan

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We're rooting for Chosan, and by that I mean the glorious people's democratic republic of chosan, niggas

The governments of Ahuriya, Grajoya, Zahoksia, Burgedalb, Veryput and Kuili hereby make an uniform joint statement on the situation in Chosan. The message of this communique is declared in unison by all signed governments. We would like to fiercely condemn international aggression and retaliation against the Chosanese as a blatant attempt by imperialist aggressors to smother a just act of the Chosanese people of reunifying their motherland and offer our full support to the Chosanese people. Military, economic and humanitarian assistance will be offered by the declaring states to the Chosanese people and allied forces depending on our capability.

Signed,
Representatives of all governments represented

Mezkivo

"Dai Hue, I want you to go to vietcrew and mobilize them for anticommie shit immediately."

"Let's fuck first."

"No."

[Democratic Revolutionary Choson]

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Today, thousands of fellow citizens died in a bombing by imperialist forces on the city of Pyangyong, the imperialists who did this are not known as of yet but they shall surely pay for this barbaric action which had no reason at all. One thing I tell them we will not surrender to the war-crimes of the imperialist forces, our noble army would never do such a thing, however I am choosing to resign due to the nature of this barbaric imperialist violence. I have contacted the leader of the West Chosanese vice-president who escaped execution in Taison, he is the acting President of West Chosan and he has agreed to a temporary cease-fire. In good news, I must thank the comradely support of brotherly socialist nations of Ahuriya, Grajoya, Zahoksia, Burgedalb, Veryput and Kuili and I fully accept your offer of Military in case the imperialist West breaks their word, economic and humanitarian assistance. As of now, I am sending my best General to sign the cease fire treaty in Taison.

[Yugoslav Memes]

Mezkivo

Dai and her guy finished fucking, with the former only to find out the Chosanese debacle had already ended.

"Fuck. So much for what we've done, then. Wasted time."

She got dressed and left for Cvecagrad.