The eagle has fallen (MT/CLOSED/INVITE ONLY)

by **Asigna** » Mon Aug 29, 2016 12:13 am

WORLD NEWS

Images in the 8/24 bayan attacks
Original article here

BY SAN KIM LU

CLOCKWISE FROM UPPERLEFT: Evacuated grade school students immediately during the ADZU hostage crisis by self described communist armed men, A mother hugs her son in a local KK station where wounded bystanders are being treated as well as being taken under care by trauma control, a scene from the TV broadcast by masked communist armed men taking several college and highschool students hostage in the school gymnasium of the University of the Philippines, also from the broadcast by the communist armed group: a masked man thought to be one of the attackers arranges some wiring in a bloodied floor from what is thought to be those of the executed students, Aklan-KK SAC rams a glass door in a raid and rescue operation at UP, college students in the ADZU Bellarmine building plead for their lives as they are being held at gunpoint to recite the demands of the communist group

CLOCKWISE FROM UPPERLEFT: Anti terrorist rally in EDSA where people do a clenched fist salute in defiance of the so-called "communist revolution" that has so far lead to 6,000+ deaths, mostly civilian, President Adriano Timente addresses a crowd declaring the beginning of anti terror operations in Burma to prevent a repeat of what was described to be "an animalistic and inhuman attack", an Aklan-KK searches an office in a place thought to house people suspected of having links to the attack

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by **Whiteshore** » Mon Aug 29, 2016 3:18 am

Martilure Times
Barbarism in Manila!

6,000 Filipino citizens have been murdered by filthy terrorists! This is the second most violent terrorist attack in the history of the world with only the terrorist atrocity in New Moscow claiming more lives. Acadian President Claudette Gagnon has openly condemned the attacks in the Bayan. This attack shows that they are murderers who use the guise of ideology to ensure that their barbarism is obscured. The fact this terrorist attack was carried out by communists, along with the Bayan's anti-Communist nature, proves that SACTO is a hypocritical organization as well.

by **Hatay** » Mon Aug 29, 2016 4:51 am

Ubar Port
The two Mercy-class hospital ships loaded with staff and equipment launched off as a huge crowd waved it off, waving flags and cheering. At the Ubar International Airport, three transport planes took off. Off to Burma, where President Golofad guessed the most intense fighting would be despite the geographical closeness of Romania and easier logistics that came with that. The ships took off and the engines propelled it forward, two F-16 jets flying above it dropping colored dust and confetti. The Doctors and Peacekeepers waved from the ship, and thew crowd gave a resounding cheer and waved goodbye. The ships faded into the horizon and took a sharp turn east, heading for the Suez Canal.
Above Burma
The three C-17 Globemaster scouted the beaches, scanning for any military emplacements, when they saw a beach that dug well into the shore. As soon as they selected it, they radioed to all frequencies nearby.
"All Frequencies, I repeat, all Frequencies, this is the first wave of the Hatayan/UN (WA) humanitarian mission, do not fire or react with hostility, we will establish at these coordinates, more will arrive."
They dropped their supplies and a few paratroopers, and flew off.
Two Days Later, Off the Horn of Africa
Captain Walai of the peacekeeping force stood on the deck, looking out at the Indian Ocean. The door behind him open, and Captain Sa'di Yushua of the ship came out holding a piece of paper. "We've received a notice from the C-17s, they've reached Burma and airdropped a few men and supplies to begin forming a camp on the empty beach, we've received no communication from any belligerents on the matter."
"Good, any bad news?" asked Walai.
"The Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Department of Foreign Aide and Humanitarian Aide, wants us to take a route that will take loner due to the threat of piracy in the region." said Yushua, but I agree, I won't risk the crew and the staff's lives."
"I see." Yushua walked to the bridge, shouting "To Starboard!"

by **Inyourfaceistan** » Wed Aug 31, 2016 5:37 pm

Two Years Earlier; "The Betrayal"

Theme Music

It had been roughly two years since relations between La Républiqua D'Inyursta and the Asignese régime turned sour in the blink of an eye. Two years since the sudden and unexpected attack against the people of Chuchara due to Terten's unjust war against the Martinezist movement, two years since Terten's henchmen raided the Inyurstan embassy in Manila before Ambassador Pollací and his men blew down the building on themselves and dragged every single Asignese soldier they could down with them.

In the meantime the Inyurstans had taken out their silent declaration of war with a patient yet brutal vengeance. Inyurstan soldiers were on the ground and in the air in Christian Lebanon when the Tertenites and their radical jihadist puppets were surrounded and slaughtered by a multi-national force. It had been Inyurstan aircraft that had pulled over a classic Ven Riper on almost a third of the Asignese navy off the coast of Syria in position to strike their allies in Lebanon and Israel. Indeed, the Inyurstans had helped to inflict a severe number of casualties on the Asignese régime since their betrayal two years ago, but it was nothing compared to the grand finale which they had been preparing for...

Estimates of how long it took to deploy a single armored brigade varied across source and across nation. Some said a matter of days, some said a matter of weeks - the Inyurstans had almost two whole years. Months upon months of ELINT/SIGINT data gathered by ER-375M Havoc Ultra reconnaissance aircraft passively listening in and gathering signal emission sources all the while disguised as harmless civilian airliners. Months of gathering little snips of information from HUMINT sources - everyone from sympathetic Australians living under the iron fist of Tertenite neocolonialism to Aboriginal scouts to neutral merchant sailors and seamen looking to make a quick buck off of allied intelligence sources. While the Asignese may have stolen a portion of the Northern Territory, they had done nothing to kill the Jindalee Operational Radar Network (JORN), and now thanks to the Aussies radar information on the most heavily trafficked air routes in the occupied territories was available.

In terms of sheer quantity, the Inyurstans could have flown in one tank a day and still have had over 700 tanks - not that they had but simply that they could have given the time that has elapsed since the incident in Manila and now. The actual number was approximately 240, a single armored brigade. To make matters better the M1 Abrams tank the Inyurstans used was the same as the Australians used, meaning that tanks could be deployed from a much earlier date and much less effort gone to conceal them. Soldiers were an easy solution as well, temporary infrastructure to house the soldiers was built slowly and steadily - utilizing as much aerial camoflouge as possible to hide from satellites and any other form of airborne reconaissance - long before the push was due.

Then, in the last timeframe leading up to the offensive, from weeks to out just days prior, the last pieces of the puzzle were put into play. Heavy tactical and strategic assets such as long-range SAM's, GLCM/AShM units, and MLRS vehicles were brought in from the south, and moved north. Instead of utilizing the proverbial "cover of darkness" they instead used the cover of a Marindino class radar surveillance vessel off the coast of Tasmania monitoring satellite traffic as well as information from JORN and other Australian assets about non-friendly high-altitude aircraft to dodge being caught on camera. Fighter jets and other tactical aircraft were flown in from across the world flying bellow radar and mixing in with civilian air routes when they could afford to. Some aircraft had already been on the ground in hangars and covered maintenance bays, but those coming in the hours before midnight would be the first to strike and needed as little time on the ground as possible. Given 4-5 hours of refueling, maintenance and pre-flight checks in the dead of night plus fresh, well-trained and pre-briefed pilots already in-country and these deadly serpents of the sky would be ready to strike...

Present Day; "The Strike Back"

East Kimberly Regional Airport, Western Australia

Winds swept across the small tarmac from off the plains which surrounded it - chilled, but by no means cool. Warm air, even in the darkness of the pre-dawn hours, was something most Inyurstans were accustomed to, even though the dry air of the deserts and savannahs here differed greatly from the humid jungles and moist cloud forests of their tropical homeland.

Like heros but without the spotlights, twelve men dressed in flight suits walked calmy from their temporary lodging out onto the tarmac where their metal birds of war were waiting. No cameras, no women cheering and children asking for autographs, just relative silence save for the dusty winds and the calls of mechanic crews finishing the final touches on reading the warplanes.

Lt. Marco Montébello walked alongside his wingmen, calm and stable on the outside, but in pure emotional toil and chaos on the inside. Like a rowboat adrift in an ocean storm, his throughts splashed around his sanity, waves of regret, showers of disappointment and rip currents of unanswered questions sought to drown his mental well being. The thoughts came and gone like the dark ocean swells pounding upon the reef - without rhyme or reason but with power and destructive force. Images, vague yet crystal clear like rain drops fell upon him. The metalic graphite of the pencil shading the bubble of copied answers; the dark brown eyes of the flight officers reviewing his scores and accomplishments like unaware predators just waiting to stumble onto him, the sharp crimson; green and gold of the tricolor flag they laid over Jean-Andres' coffin highlighted by the weak, dragging sound of the trumpet and the sharp, offensive crack of the 21-gun salute; the dull black leather and worn, round toes of the pumps and the silky, pseudo-transparent look of the dark stockings Marçeléna had worn the night of their most magnificent mistake; the brilliant glow of the moon and it's bright blueish-gray illumination over the pacific ocean when Marco earned his place among pilots. All of it spinning, spiraling, flashing, crashing, bursting before him as he walked steadily towards the dark sillhoute of the aircraft ahead of him.

An arm came up and grabbed him from behind. He spun around to see his flight leader, Major Lorenzo LeBeau, standing there.
"You good man?"
"Yes, Sir! All fine!"
"You sure? Your pace is a little faster than usual..."
"What do you mean, sir?"
"Oh I know your lying to me. I can read minute differences, something's troubling you..."
"It's nothing Sir, I assure you, I will leave it all on the ground behind me."
"Don't worry, kid, I'm sure you will. But hey, look at like this, if you bring down two enemy fighters, you're a jet ace - that's no easy accomplishment."
"Yeah, but after the Lolloh-Ruol Wars, being an Inyurstan jet ace isn't really an elite club anymore, is it?"
"But will any of those flags under your nose be Lollohian?"
"No, but..."
"Don't think too hard on it, kid. Just get up there, follow my lead and do what you do best..."

Each of pilots then entered their aircraft. Flight controls and communications were checked, runways and taxiways were cleared, and engines were started. Marco looked at the time displayed in his cockpit, still two hours before the sun was set to rise.
Go time...

One by one, all twelve aircraft lifted off. First to go where the four EF-20 Crotaléa strike fighters, armed with AGM-84K SLAM-ER missiles and powered JSOW bombs for a heavy deep-strike mission. Next off where the eight IEK-88C Taipan Block II air superiority fighters, armed with a bristling and impressive array of air-to-air weaponry to engage a variety of flying targets. The Taipans would fly in four pairs of two spread out to maximize radar coverage and reaction distance, as they escorted the heavier Crotaléas to within striking distance of New Darwin - the hivemind of Tertenite Neocolonialism in Australia. These pilots were more than prepared to tangle with whatever response would be left to defend the airspace of L'Australía Occupada (Occupied Australia); in fact each one of them had been briefed on the strengths and weaknesses of the Sparrowhawk and Corsaire fighters, and most importantly the best tactics to bring them down...

Opening Strike, Off the coast of Western Australia

Coming low over the ocean were two invisible monstrosities. Painted black as the night sky and smaller than a tiny insect on radar the SB-2010's were now closing in on their target as they hugged the west Australian coast. Their radios were silent, and communications emissions non-existant yet both aircraft seemed to move like twins. Once they were approximately 950km away from their targets and closing the Jararacussu bombers began raising altitude. At about 850-825km they leveled out their altitude. As close as they could to 750km away from New Darwin and it's defending airfields, the two stealth bombers opened up their bomb bay doors and dropped their payload. They were only just over half the size of a B-2 Spirit bomber, and their payloads suffering a similar ratio - but it was more than enough to carry 10 AGM-158 JASSM-ER low-observable cruise missiles a piece, and now a grand total of twenty such missiles were now spreading themselves out and taking a variety of altitudes and trajectories as they flew towards the Hubko airfields at Darwin 2, Pilar and Kupang. Both of the Jararacussu's then began dropping altitude and turning around as fast as their disk-shaped jet aircraft would allow without stalling and plummiting into the Timor Sea below. Their goal now was to get as far away as they could as fast as they could...

Down in the dark waters of the Timor Sea, a great modern leviathan rose to the shallows. Concealed by roughly 40m of seawater and otherwise almost silent operation, the Ohio class SSGN commissioned "INS Madrija" then opened its topside launch modules, ejecting a flurry of bubbles and warheads racing towards the surface. Once at the surface, the UGM-109 Tomahawk TLAM-D & TLAM-E missiles would fly towards Asignese airbases at Darwin 2, Pilar, Kupang as well as Bali and Samliki. Just like the bombers had done above, the nuclear SSGN then sunk back beneath the waves and moved to reposition itself closer to the Australian coast where it would receive the befits of air cover from friendly forces.

Near Purnululu National Park, Western Australia

Word of the impending missile attack on enemy airbases spread almost as quickly as the order to begin the offensive to take back L'Australía Occupada did. No signal flare, no huzzah, no indication to the outside world that the stike back was begining other than the growl of the engines of the M1A2 (LMW) Alligators and YT-1A Caimans accelerating across the fields and dusty flats on the border of Western Australia and the subjugated colony of "Tronesia". The armored assault would come in 3 prongs; the first being two companies of MBT's on and around Highway 1 through Keep River National Park with one light company in reserve; the second being a single light company moving east from near the shore of Lake Argyle across Duncan Road, and the last being two MBT companies moving north-east from Purnululu itself and just south of the park into the former Northern Territories.

Moving in support and just behind the MBT companies would come the IFV's, heavily armored troop transports. The HAV-99 Mata-mata used by the Inyurstans was armored to withstand up to 40mm, and packed a 76mm autocannon for the dual purpose of infantry support and killing other IFV's. Behind them would come the APC's and other lighter support units, including mobile artillery and forward-area air-defense (FAAD) units. Unlike most Inyurstan offenses, where the humvees and Iguana M-2 scouts would be one of the last stages of the invaders, these light vehicles were deployed to actively move forward in between the gaps of the tank companies in order to push as deep as they could as fast as they could to hopefully penetrate vulnerable areas - such as the slave labor uranium mines - or capture key geographical features such as outcrops and areas of thick vegetation.

From above, a single battalion of air calvary would race the skies and seek to deploy troops to capture Mt. Napier, the town of Kundijri and the highlands in Gregory National Park. UH-60 Blackhawks and MH-70 Naraninca light utility helicopters would deploy troops at the given locations, while AH-1Y Spitting Cobra attack helicopters would provide escort and fire support. A single MQ-1B Predator drone would be on-station at each location to provide recon and aerial intel support.

Derby, RAAF Curtin, et al

Prior to the offensive, the Inyurstans had been able to semi-covertly deploy a capable inventory of aircraft to Australia with the help of the local armed forces. Now, it was safe to assume that at least half of the dozens of airstrips throughout the almost empty mass of northwestern Australia. A major hub of operations was RAAF Curtin at Derby, as well as the international airport itself; where units tasked with both supporting the offensive and helping to defend Australia were stationed.

Taking off from Derby were sixteen EF-20 Crotaléa strike fighters, these four flights of equal number were instead equipped for a two-part SEAD and air dominance roll, packing a combination of ARM's and air-to-air missiles. They would fly directly to reinforce the first wave of aircraft against the remaining and awakening enemy threat. Taking rotating patrols around the city and outlying airfields were F-22M Mussurana stealth fighters and more IEK-88C Taipan air supperiority fighters, many of them poised and ready to defend against a counter-attack from Tertenite-Occupied Indonesia. Already airborne was an E-400 Fantôme AWEC&S craft. The E-400 was an advanced model which mounted an AESA radar capable of detecting high-altitude targets out to 700km with its low-intercept radar, allowing it to see further and stay safer behind the lines while coordinating intel and battlefield updates to the troops down below.

Coastal Springs, Northern Australia

In the dead of night, several rigid hull inflatables were pushed into the crocodile-infested waters of the Ord River. Loading up into the boats were two platoons of Inyursta's elite Battalión Exécutions Marinas Éspecials - known in short as "BEMÉ". Each of these highly trained commanders were armed with some of the best tech Inyursta could offer, including lightweight body armor, night vision and Galil ACE assault rifles.

The boats would hug the coast and try to use as many backwater routes as they could on their way into Occupied Australia. Each platoon would split up and spread out to ensure a higher success of infiltration into the mangroves and backwaters under the noses of the Asignese conquerors...

The stage had been set for an epic showdown: democracy vs cult-of-personality, capitalism vs socialism, traditional values vs progressivist lies, Inyurstan anti-imperialism vs Asignese world domination. There could be only one victor...
But whom?

by **El Cuscatlan** » Fri Sep 02, 2016 7:49 pm

**** Santiago de Cuscatlan: 030242LIMASEP16

Plans were begin made, and the words melted into swords as the Greater Filipino Bayan decided to strike Burma. While Gran Cuscatlan was still upholding formal cease fire with the Greater Philippine Bayan, there was no telling how long it would last; indeed, El Caudillo Carlos Silva himself knew too well the treacherous nature of the Bayani leadership, which backstabbed him for their own personal gain. This wasn't, however, sole reason why the Bayan had to, in his opinion, disappear from the maps - Silva known too well their interest in power above all. At first Bayan was devout anti-communist, to suddenly turn into communist dream during the 2015 crisis, to become again anti-Communist later on. Truth be told, one could easily see that Bayan's leadership would go only with the side from which the wind was blowing. This fact was in his opinion caused by prevalent social and cultural decadence present in the Bayan at this moment; and this culture imported from now decadent Western world, which promoted homosexuality on large scale, also caused manliness to disappear - thus why El Macho Cuscatlano will always have advantage in combat against what Cuscatlani military now called Las Putas Tertenas....

The hour of demise of the Bayan had finally rung, and even now, a grand coalition has been assembled to put an end to genocidal state responsible for Sunogabi. El Generalissimo slowly took his phone. His stone- cold face shown no emotion, typical for this man who landed on top of the Junta by longstanding campaign to crush the narcoinsurgency once devouring the region. Now, with only few paramilitaries active, all of them illegal, and Guadalupador already crushed under his heel, Silva was about to eliminate final of the old Cuscatlani's enemies. Putting the phone to his ear, a slow command fallen from his mouth:

"Avenge Magellan. I say again, avenge Magellan." he said while putting the phone away, his subordinates instantly reacting to calm, emotionless voice of their superior. Even when he gave orders to crush a nation into dust, he still displayed no emotion, like a statue of emperor of old leading his legionaries to victory. And indeed - they already worked on execution of his orders.

Deep in the space above the bayan, a sleek metal body turned to gaze it's enormous eye deep below, spying on harbors where Racoa kept their ships. Officially a commercial satellite from the Organized States, this wasn't sole reconnaissance asset that Cuscatlani military was going to use; several other satellites, including RORSAT and ELINT satellites would carefully fly over the pacific ocean, conducting reconnaissance on strategic level, working on determining the locations of the Asignese fleet positions, and their eventual intent... Meanwhile Dirección de Inteligencia Nacionale (DINA) carefully worked to establish the agentural channels and analyze already known data.

El Condor was in flight again, to devour another prey. Full scale mobilization was announced, as the entire Eastern fleet was put on combat readiness for strategic offensive in TSMA (theater of strategic military action) on the pacific ocean. Four carrier groups, each of them ready to burn the Racoa to ash. Accompanying them would be three submarine screens, 6 submarines pear each, with additional 4 SSGNs for operational support. Submarines would slip out from the port when there was no confirmed presence of any satellite above their docks, and head into the dead of the night to begin their long journey in direction of Asigna, going under the thermocline at speed of 20 knots. All carrier groups would practice complete emissions control, aiming at reducing detection chance, and move using zig-zags to evade eventual search attempts.

ORBAT:

- 4x Carrier group:
* 1x De`Calero CVN + carrier air wing
* 3x Raul Martinez CGN
* 4x Caracara DDG
* 2x Type 0771Chi DDGH
* 1x Tredador AOR
* 2x Type L SSK

-3x submarine screen: each 6 Kairyu

- 4x Type Junsen

*** Kirishima

Asigna had long history of economic instability - recent one especially painful appearing during the metro manila earthquake times. It wasn't hard to predict that a large, multinational coalition, and eruption of war in the same region that had strait of Malacca and countless valuable resources was something that would cause financial instability for already hanging nation. So was predicted by Shinji Richelieu, a man coming from mix of Nihonese and French background, living now in Kirishima and owning large banking company, Richelieu Financial. This billionare had, also less publicly known, connections to Nihonese Yakuza - which was now asked by DINA through Nihonese intelligence channels to conduct their standard way of acting, and provide large sum to back him up. His target? The Philippine Peso.

Here in Kirishima those structures could operate with far lesser suspicion, and citing that the Bayan had long standing relations with Kirishiman government, it won't be hard to get what he wanted. And what he wanted - and needed - were loans in Asignese Peso. Convincing his fellow investors would not be hard; after all, many of them came from Nihonese background, which was extremely hard to differ from ethnic Kirishiman; only real way was through the customs, religion - which could be faked by trained operative. This short, a bit obese man was sitting now in front of his desk, at his company's office, awaiting a simple phone - which suddenly rung. Taking it up, a single confirmation to do the business deal came, and the storm broken loose. Of course Kirishima won't be sole nation from where this attack would be launched - United States of Devonta, Aravea and all other nations where Nihonese elements holed up would also take part in one of biggest speculative attacks in history.

"So, Timente-san, let us see how you like this" Shinji Richelieu smiled as he begun his grand scheme. For him, it were not tanks that won wars - he was here to ruin Asigna economically, and profit a lot on it.

For hours after hours the network of investors would take more and more loans - carefully limiting amount of borrowed money they took each time not to rise too much suspicion. At given order investors from various counties quickly proceeded to convert Asignese currency into various foreign ones - selling them to multiple nations, all of which concealed as legitimate financial transactions, with the same impression. Planned result, however, was to cause a cascade in which the people would start to exchange their Asignese money into far more stable currency - causing the demand for peso to drop, and with it, it's price. Coupled with recent geopolitical instability, past crisises and overall state of Bayan's economy - it could as well be a nail to the coffin of Terten's vision, that would burry the NatPro forever, plunging the Bayan into a massive recession and denying them money so needed for the war. Countless media would receive orders to subtly spread financial panic once the peso devaluation would reach desired stage, encouraging people to get rid of their Asignese currency and replace it with more stable one.

Meanwhile Richelieu slowly opened list of media companies in the Bayan shares of which he could buy, as well as companies within the Bayan's financial sector. This was only step one in his plan, but financial warfare could be as deadly to the Bayan as the kinetic one...

ORBAT:
- All investors such as Richelieu Financial, often many companies from SACTO counties operating through a proxy.
- All Asignese currency bought / borrowed by them.

**** Santiago de Cuscatlan: 031452LIMASEP16

Jamal Sulayman's work would be actually easier than he expected. Casa Rosada was very easy to tour, with two options being possible at 14.00 and 17.00. Whichever he would take was his choice or alternatively he could take a troll through Santiago Avenue and head to a district nearby, where ministry of defense was located. His choice - and his responsibility.

by **New Roma Republic** » Sat Sep 03, 2016 9:58 am

Constantinople Stock Exchange
Constantinople, IRNR
It had been a normal trading day until about 1423 when the trading computers noticed that someone, no, many people, were selling off the Asignese Peso. With the value of the A-Peso dropping so rapidly, many companies who had some amount of the currency began to panic. The New Roman Economy was still recovering from the economic troubles of the previous month-hell it would take a while to recover from that- and many companies were worried about losing more money.

It started with Moneta Bank Group, who had the most stock in the Asignese Peso. They promptly traded it for a more stable currency. The Janus Industrial Solutions MNC quickly followed suit. Within 3 hours, any company in the Imperial Republic was worried about the A-Peso, and most had already traded it in. At the end of the trading day, all the companies had traded in the A-Pesos for stable currencies.

Most, if not all, of the “small fish” in the stock market did not realize what was actually going on. In truth, many of the big players did not realize, and the ones who did only had a feeling, and that was after pouring over the data after the fact. The select few, including the Chairwoman of the Imperial Exchange Commission, realized that this may have been a coordinated assault on the Bayan. Economic war was new to the world, relatively speaking. There were no safeguards against it yet. She felt sorry for the Bayan since it received such a hard blow that day in the stocks. The Caesar had called for a meeting of her upper Cabinet the next day. She would bring it up then.

by **Hatay** » Sun Sep 04, 2016 5:42 pm

Santiago de Cuscatlan OOC: I will gladly fix any possible gmodimg
Suylaman read a newspaper and slapped himself in the forehead. He walked towards the Metro, taking it to the Casa Rosada. He booked a tour and among a touring cried guided by a tour guide. A small camera in the back of his cap took photos from the netting on the back on his hat. Taking photos of more secretive areas with a remote he his in his coat. Occasionally stepping out into restricted areas. When he returned to his hotel room he developed his photos and looked for anything to do with the attack. He also turned on the TV news and a strong high-frequency radio to intercept messages.
Kamijama Stock Exchange
Abdul Fatih-Al Erqam, representative for the Republican Banking Group, a product of the breakup of the super-large First Republican Bank. Erqam's bosses, the company executives were anxious not to loose any money. Erqam was nearly sleeping when there was a unanimous gasp in the hall. An indicator of the Asigna emblem with an arrow and number next to it lit up. The arrow turned red and pointing down, while the number plummeted. The room rushed into a frenzy Erquam
rushed to his Samsung Galaxy smart phone and called his trader.
"Hi. Yeah. The A-Peso value is plummeting. Transfer all our stock there to uh.....Kirishima. Yeah Kirishima."
He and others gave a sigh of relief as almost all Hatayan stock in the A-Peso. Experts later noted it may have been a coordinated attack. The Ministry of Finance called the Presidential office, his Intern picked up and told the President. Who knew at once this was the first stage of the conflict.
Burma
The ships officers could see the beach with both the UN (or WA) and Hatayan flags on the water. With a few small tents from the air team, from the command bridge of the two Mercy-class hospital ships. The two ships stopped about 30 meters from the shore. Skiffs took the remaining peacekeepers, staff, and equipment to the camp. Before long, tents were being erected on the beach, peacekeepers had formed a defensive perimeter with Humvees, infantry, and machine guns, around the camp, focused at the tree line circling the beach. Doctors prepared beds and equipment on the ship, and the President was notified to the creation of Camp Mercy. A radio message was sent to all frequencies.

Camp Mercy has been formed, do not react with hostility

Presidential Palace, Kamijama
President Golofad had just received two reports, one that Cuscatlan had engaged in full mobilization, as sent by HIS operative Jamal Sulayman operating in Cuscatlan. And that Camp Mercy had been established. The camp's establishment was well-timed, with Cuscatlani mobilization would come a Filipino response, and the people of Burma would be in instant danger from both SACTO and NatPro attack. Golofad sifted through the reports before calling up the Ministry of Defense, Department of the Navy.
"Yes, this is the President. Can I speak to a relevant official?
Hello, this is?

Luitenant Harun Hafiz speaking, Mr. President
I'd like to send a missile cruiser or two to the Pacific, around the Philippines to observe and report on the conflict. Can that be done?
Yes it can, I'll put the order through
Thank you, goodbye.
Golofad hung up and began to hum the National Anthem. When he was halfway through he stopped and realized he had a meeting with a group of medical experts in Ubar, he rushed out of the room to his private car to get to the airport and his private plane.

by **Organized States** » Sun Sep 04, 2016 11:10 pm

OSS Constitution CVN-81
Somewhere in the Philippine Sea

To Lieutenant Colin "Dizzybat" Wilkinson, the ocean was always something close to his heart. The North Shore surf breaks of his childhood, the saltwater lagoons of Wake and the dozens of other specks in the deep blue that he had visited in his adulthood, or the way that the sea crashed into the sandy beaches, all of it was good. However, there came a point where it just became a little much and that was most definately the feeling he got after this crazy double-header of a deployment. The aviators of Carrier Air Wing Five had returned home just a week ago, only to discover that they were deploying once more, this time to the Philippine Sea to be prepared to knock some sense into the damn Asignans. No one wanted to be out here away from family and home away from home in Iwakuni, but if many have them had decided, if they were out here, then they'd make sure it would be the "Second Marianas Turkey Shoot", Wilkinson included.

"Hey Dizzy, got something going down in the Ready Room, get over here." yelled Lt. Commander David "Cougar II" Chance, another pilot with VFA-115 said from down the passageway, the Nautical Term for hallways.

"On my way, sir." Dizzybat replied. VFA-115's ready room was an interesting affair, covered in artifacts from days passed. They were a squadron with a long and storied history, with their roots dating back to the Second World War as with many squadrons. However, their true hayday had only come recently, when they transitioned to a game-changing aircraft, the F/A-28A Tigershark, a substantial redesign of the F/A-18E Super Hornet that had originated out of a long-secretive Navy program built by Boeing. The F/A-28, although technically a derivative of the Super Hornet, was new enough to be given a new designation and name by NAVAIR, partially to help sell the program to a Congress dominated by the fiscally conservative Libertarians. Dizzybat was surprised to discover that the television screen that they used for briefings and CONOPs displayed an actual target, a large port facility with a number of surface combatants along with submarine pens. In the corner of the screen were a number of coordinates that identified the target as being on the island of Luzon, in the Philippines. Dizzybat knew the island quite well, from his father's vivid stories of flying from Cubi Point in the 1980s and 1990s, long before any of the shit with the "Asigna" Philippines started.

Right before he was about to take a seat in his padded leather chair, a call of "Attention on Deck." came from the back of the room. The Commanding Officer, Commander David "Farmer" McCullough and Executive Officer, Lt. Commander Juan "The Juan" Uribista strode through the room. Uribista broke off in the same manner one would expect from a former Blue Angel and moved towards his own seat, but remained standing as he had not yet been told to take his seat. "At ease, take your seats gentlemen." McCullough said, before clearing his throat.

"What you are looking at is the Port of Jose Panganiban, home to a large Filipino Fleet and we're going to help the Air Force smash it." said McCullough in his rough Midwestern accent that he hadn't lost, despite years in the Navy. "We are to expect heavy resistance from hostile air and we need to walk the Air Force boys in. A flight of 4 B-21s, callsign Hammer, will launch out of Guam within the next four hours and will launch a strike with a number of cruise missiles. We just need to walk them in and out. We are to expect heavy air resistance. They're no doubt watching and on edge for us. Suit up and get ready for an 1930 launch tomorrow. Dismissed."

Post Summary
-Increased OS Naval and Air Activity in the Western Pacific spurred by the tensions with Asigna.

by **New Roma Republic** » Tue Sep 06, 2016 4:38 am

Chernivtsi International Airport
Chernivtsi, Ukraine
Appius Quintilianus and Aelianus Nerva stepped off the gangway into the airport. After 6 different flights on 3 different passports, the agents had finally reached their destination. Sort of. They had taken the last flight, but now had to drive to the Romanian Border. The two agents were the last to arrive in Ukraine. The others flew in much the same manner in groups of one and two. Covered as Italian news reporters, they were supposedly there to report on the fallout from the rebellion in Romania.

After picking up their luggage, Quintilianus and Nerva walked to their hotel. It was not too fancy, but also not a dump. All in all, the hotel was average. Though both had slept on the plane, they were still very tired and presently succumbed to jet lag. The next morning, they picked up a copy of the newspaper at the front desk. It was in Italian, as they were masquerading as Italian Citizens. When they spoke, it was always in Italian, never in their native Latin. They even spoke with accents from the Molise Province. That day, the two took a trip to the Regional Museum of Fine Arts. A few hours into their exploration, another car pulled up. It was identical in every way to the one the two IIA agents drove. Out of that car came a man, in his 40s. He was a worker at the New Roman Embassy, a clerk. He had taken some of his vacation time to visit the city; something he had wanted to do for a long time, for he was a great admirer of art.

The two men passed him in the museum, but only Nerva saw the man. Nerva raked his fingers through his hair. That indicated to Quintilianus that the man they were expecting had arrived. They never saw the man again as he went to a different part of the museum. 45 minutes after the man walked in, the two left the museum, and went to the car. Quintilianus pulled out his keys, but fumbled with them, and they fell to the ground. He knelt down, and quickly switched the keys behind the tire of the car he drove in. The new set looked exactly like the old set, except it was for a different car. Both of the agents got into the new car, and drove off.

By the time they got back to the room, it was late. Both went upstairs and talked for a bit. They didn't talk about much, only the recent trends in Italian fashion, and the latest celebrity gossip. Anyone bugging them would have been bored. The next morning, they got up, and went through much of the same process as the day before. Only this time, after breakfast, the traveled west on P62 Southbound, toward the Romanian border. They turned onto T2608, only to get off at Krasniol’s’k. Here, they took back roads up into the mountains, close to the border. The crossing would take place here.

The two arrived at a pre-designated spot, and parked in the trees, out of sight of the road. Nerva opened the trunk, and took out their luggage, and a new case which they did not have before. This case was left by the previous driver, the man at the Museum. The two men covered the car with branches and leaves, to obscure it more. They then hiked some miles south west. By this time, the sun had gone down. They arrived at a clearing close to midnight. There were three others there, partially hidden by the trees and shadows. The two men from SOG nodded to the intelligence agents. They nodded back. "Welcome" the first said. “We have some ways to go. I figured out a route that is well off the beaten path. I hope you boys don’t mind some bushwhacking.” He pulled out a map and a headlamp. He turned on the red light, and traced the route the three had come up with before.

“Looks good. We'll have to be careful crossing. The Ansiganese may have a trick or two up their sleeve” responded Quintilianus. Nerva opened the bag and pulled some items out. He handed an armed silenced pistol and some night vision goggles to each of the agents there. The others gave Quintilianus and Nerva backpacking gear, complete with a sleeping bag and tent. “Sir, lead on” Quintilianus told the man. The five hiked for hours. The was just before daylight when they made it to the border. After standing for a minute, looking over the land, they crossed it.

by **Guadalupador** » Tue Sep 06, 2016 9:42 am

0900 Hours: Philippine Sea, INS Conrad Rhodes (25/8/26)

"Radio Con."

"CO Con. Whats the matter?" The Captain of the Rhodes pulled down the responder from the ceiling and listened in, eyeing the entire bridge.

"We've got an EAN from Nosamo, sir. Orders have changed. We are to fire off all of our ordinance at the designated targets listed."

The Captain contorted his face in confusion, before going over to the locked safe to verify the orders. "I'll verify the orders." He and his XO both opened the small safe and read through their copies of the verification codes. "XO, do you concur? Are these orders legitimate?"

The XO piped up: "I concur, Captain. They're the real deal. From the Admiral himself." Now the entirety of the bridge felt a few degrees colder as soon as the orders were verified. "COA?"

"Aim, and fire, XO Summa. We aim and fire." The Captain said before taking on the con again: "Weps. This is the Captain. We've got orders to fire off all ordinance in the missile tubes. We're going hot."

"Permission to speak freely Captain?" XO Summa asked.

The Captain nodded and simply uttered: "Granted."

"Doesn't the High Command know that we're not supposed to even be involved and firing our ordinance? It's suicide."

The Captain sighed. "Indeed it is, XO Summa. But, I surmise that we're already dead: We were a radio station out in international waters, and had orders to broadcast in Manila Bay until the latest set came in. I think the High Command want's the Bayan to know we're out here, so they know who fired the first shots straight into their capital." He couldn't help but smirk. It was cruel that the Integralist Navy would do such a thing, but he wasn't that surprised. It was all about the propaganda back home for Quardya and his Junta, and no doubt that there would be praise from the other Integralist states around the world that New Yama initiated such a war.

"Radio Con. We've got a low frequency message coming through directed toward us. Unknown location."

"CO Con. Ignore it, we're firing immediately." The Captain said. "Weps. Are you prepared?"

"Yes Captain, we're all ready down here. Ready to turn the keys." The Weapons Officer said, putting his key into the system.

"Weps, Fire One." As soon as the captain ordered, the submarine shook as the first of forty conventionally armed BGM-109 Tomahawk Cruise Missiles left their firing tubes and rocked up toward the surface of the ocean, into the atmosphere and down onto their targets in Metro Manila and elsewhere. Within two minutes, the ten remaining cruise missiles left their tubes and started their run. With all ordinance launched. The Captain simply waited for the inevitable. Within a minute of launching the last cruise missile, the Conrad Rhodes was struck by a torpedo, and then another. "For Martinez." He whispered. As water filled the bridge and the submarine around him crumpled and ripped apart, the Captain took a deep breath and plunged himself into the water.

The main designated targets for the Tomahawks were mainly military targets and infrastructure: Camp Crame, Camp Aguinado, Manila's International Airport, Clark Freeport, Manila's entire Port area, highway connectors, power plants, water treatment etc. would hopefully according to Quardya be turned into molten craters within minutes or even seconds of their launch depending on the range of the target. The Tomahawks would be utilized to make short work any remaining government institutions, and ministry buildings within Metro Manila, as well as hospitals and other less important infrastructure.

For the first time, New Yama was now at war with the Asignese. Later within the day following the attack, the New Yaman propaganda machine would hail the crew of the Conrad Rhodes as heroes in the fight for Integralism against the Asignazi regime.

by **Paddy O Fernature** » Wed Sep 07, 2016 6:17 pm

MINISTRY OF DEFENSE | MAINLAND DOMINION | ISC COMMAND

On the main display firmly mounted to one of the ISC's walls, Evan Dwyer watched in silence at the scene that was currently unfolding half a world away in and around Burma. On the display, multiple live feeds were being displayed in real time, ranging from civilian media outlets to encrypted military feeds showing thermal blooms across recently acquired Burma in all their white hot glory. All the while, a ticker tape of information was being scrolled across the bottom of the screen, uninterrupted for several minutes now as the situation quickly escalated in Burma.

His attention was interrupted by an intelligence officer that had walked over and presented the latest situational report to the man for him to look over. Dwyer reached out and took the report from the man, without so mach as an ounce of acknowledgement in return, before flipping it open and scanning over the contents. Inside, he found the latest progress reports of the Dominion ADVON that had departed for Burma nearly a day earlier, and was pleased with what he saw.

"Send a message to the Task Force Commander" Said Dwyer to the Intelligence officer who was still standing a short distance away. "And inform him of the literal shit storm that he is about to find himself flying into."

"Yes Sir." Replied the junior officer before turning to walk away.

"Oh, Also, give the QRF the green light for insertion into Burma as well. I'm sure they will be.. pleasantly surprised, by the current events."

"Yes sir." Replied the junior officer again, before turning and carrying out Dwyer's orders.

Dwyer turned back to the display and continued to watch the developing situation with equal amounts of amusement and curiosity.

Certainly, today was going to be one hell of day for the Dominion.

DOMINION ADVON | 13TH AIRBORNE BDE | NORTHERN BURMA

Flying through the cool, crisp air high above the earth, the twenty C-65 Aurora heavy lift aircraft gracefully glided through the clouds in an almost mesmerizing display of mechanical might. These behemoth dark gray air frames were some of the biggest flying machine that the Dominion possessed in it's arsenal, and were the hallmark of every airborne unit within the Dominion. Thankfully, this also meant that a very large amount of men and equipment could be transported anywhere in the world with, generally speaking, relative ease quickly and often quietly, as despite their large frame the aircraft possessed several features which reduced it's radar signature significantly.

Inside these aircraft, nestled in tightly practically sitting on each others laps, sat nearly one thousand airborne infantry specially equipped for dropping and fighting into the Burmese infamous jungle environment. These Asian soldiers hailed from the former lands of GEIJD, and had undergone fairly intense Jungle training as part of the MoD's BDE specialization concept adopted nearly a decade ago. As such, they were specifically trained and equipped for operating within environments such as the one they were about to enter.

Now, they were about to put it all to good use.

Standing in the middle of the isle at the head of the seated soldiers, the NCOIC jump master received word from the flight officer that they were approaching the drop point.

The man turned and faced the seemingly endless rows of men before him.

"Alpha chalk make ready!" He screamed to be heard over the roar of the engines, while also extending both his arms forward, palms first.

"Alpha chalk make ready!" Replied in rehearsed unison every seated soldier on the plan, letting the jump master know that they had received his preparatory command.

The man stood for a few moments, looking the group over, making sure that nobody was fucking around last minute with anything critical before continuing.

"Alpha chalk, stand up!" He said and extended his arms to his sides before raising them high over his head.

"Alpha chalk, standing up!" Was the same unison reply, before the seated soldiers struggled to their feet. Once to their feet, the seats previously being sat upon were raised and locked into position to give the soldiers more room to move.

"Hook up!" Said the jump master as he make hook fingers with his hands in an exaggerated gesture.

"Hooking up!" Was the reply as the soldiers reached down and lifted their rip cords and hooked them onto the guide line running the length of the plane.

At this point, the flight officer walked over and hit the light switch, turning off all interior lighting on the aircraft. He then reached down and lifted the handle release on the jump door, before opening the door and exposing the interior of the cabin to the rushing cool air of the outside world. Once the door was secure, he then knelt down and ran his gloved hand over the leading edge of the door, making sure that nothing sharp was present that could catch or otherwise jeopardize the safety of a jumper. Once this was done, he gave a thumbs up to the jump master.

The jump master nodded before turning and walking over to the first man in the jump order. Reaching out, he grabbed him and pulled him forward to the door and held him there in place against the rushing wind and almost deafening roar of the engines. For what seemed like an eternity, the two men stood in mute silence, before finally the little red light next to the door turned amber.

Smiling, the jump master let go of the man and tapped his shoulder, before grabbing his yellow rip cord and holding it in his off hand. A moment later, the light went green, and the first jumper walked forward and disappeared from sight. He wasn't alone, and soon was followed by one soldier after another until finally after what seemed an eternity the last man was out the door and into the wind.

The jump master passed off the thick stack of yellow rip cords to the flight officer, and waved before himself tossing himself into the cool breeze.

Silk parachutes filled the sky, as from the sides and backs of the Dominion aircraft, thousands of men and their equipment fell from the sky and quickly made the descent into the LZ below. A local farmer shielded her eyes against the sun, as she watched the soldiers in standard issue jungle fatigues rain down around her like leafs on the wind in a grassy poppy field. A defensive cordon was established in the immediate area by the first soldiers who landed, and was quickly reinforced as more and more soldiers made landfall.

In total, nearly five thousand men and their supporting equipment made landfall that day in that lush poppy field, before forming up and moving out in a standard traveling over watch formation, with as much spacing as would tactically allow.

DOMINION ADVON | SOG-ALPHA | NORTH EASTERN BURMA

Flying gracefully through the warm Burmese air, the sleek forms of black MH-78 Knightriders darted their way across the thick canopy of the lush jungle below, seeming to meld and become one with the landscape at times when the terrain permitted. Nestled inside the protected hull of the helicopters, sat nearly three dozen of the finest warriors the Dominion had at it's disposal. Unlike the asian soldiers that made up the Advon that recently landed, these brave men and women were actual Dominion natives and career soldiers, all of whom had previously been forged in the fires of conflict and come out hardened from it.

This Alpha group had been dispatched from nearby friendly territory the night prior, and had used the cover of darkness for as long as possible as it journeyed across unknown lands and crossed into Burma. Now, with the sun starting to rise on the horizon, the journey was coming to an end, as the group neared it's final destination.

Sitting as comfortable as humanly possible in the lead Knightrider, MSGT Aris Kerril, callsign "Pagan", was buried nose deep into his encrypted tablet going over the latest intelligence reports being channeled his way while he still had steady access to the MoD's secure network. Sitting across from him, sat a bear of a man with whom Pagan had served with on several occasions prior, who was busy fucking around with the gyro stabilizer on his exosuit like a possessed kid.

"Didn't your mother ever teach you not to play with things you don't understand, Mortis?" Mused Pagan. The man nicknamed Mortis looked up and smiled, before raising a middle finger to Pagan and making kissing noises with his puckered lips.

Pagan chuckled to himself before reaching down and closing out the tablet display and tucking it away inside his breast pocket for safe keeping.

"Sitrep?" Mouthed Mortis to Pagan over the sound of the rotors.

Mortis shook his head and replied with the universal hand and arm signal for "FUBAR", before fingering the digits for the expected number of new belligerents now entering Burma on behalf of the Byan. Mortis shook his head in disappointment, before reaching over to a small arms stowage rack inside the helo and removing several additional belts of ammunition for his LMG, and placing them inside his now tightly packed backpack. Pagan smiled again to himself, and figured that he would do the same and removed an additional four sealed magazines for his rifle from the stowage compartment and tucked them away inside his magazine pouches.

Suddenly, a buzzer was heard over the sound of the rotors, signaling that they were to make ready as the insertion point was at hand. As the helicopters banked to reduce both speed and altitude, the men inside got to their feet and went from green to amber. Pagan reached out and unsnapped a specially designed system called a "Jungle Penetrator" from it's compartment and clipped it in place on the roof of the interior cab with a solid metallic snap and waited.

Suddenly, the buzzer stopped sounding and a green flashing light replaced it signaling it was time.

With a swift kick of his booted foot, the internal floor hatch of the helicopter was released, exposing the dense jungle below. With a purpose, Pagan tossed the penetrator out the bottom of the helicopter, and watched as it's weighted descent broke through the canopy and disappeared from sight far below. With a thumbs up using his gloved hand, the man grabbed hold of the insertion rope that was tied to the device and started his rapid descent into the Jungle below.

Despite branches and fronds and various other types of jungle fauna slapping against him as he slid down the rope, Pagan managed to hold on and soon felt his boots hit the soft jungle floor. Immediately, he raised his weapon and proceeded to take up a defensive posture as the other operators quickly followed in his descent. Once the last man was boots on the ground, the helicopters were waved off and they banked hard and started their ex-filtration from Burma. Within a minute, the overpowering sound of the rotors had faded away, and were replaced with the vibrant sounds of the Jungle that now surrounded them.

Quickly taking a knee, Pagan consulted his map and compass to gather his bearings, before shooting an azimuth and returning to his feet. He raised his hand over his head in a circular motion, before bringing it down in a knife hand in a direction slightly off to his left, signaling to move out in that direction.

Like a well oiled machine, the men and women fell into their respective fire teams and proceeded to move out in a standard traveling over-watch formation at a deliberate pace. With any luck, they would reach their first RV point by nightfall uneventful and they could being the second part of their operation inside Burma.

Earth Orbit | SOL SYSTEM

Gliding silently through space at roughly 200 miles above sea level, the Dominion orbital Valkyrie successfully completed it's final roll and burn, putting the craft into a stable orbit around the planet earth. To anyone who might be watching from the planet below, the orbital would not appear out of the ordinary in any way, as it was on a scheduled and declared path well within normal operating parameters. However, hidden deep within the confines of it's spacious cargo hold, was a non standard package that was about to change the lives for hundreds of millions of people far, far below.

In the soundless vacuum, the external bay doors of the orbital slowly opened up, revealing a pair of men wearing standard EVA suites and strapped into Manned Maneuvering Units (MMU). The pair of men lowered their visor shields to protect their eyes, as the glow of the sun slowly found it's way around the doors and into the cargo hold, illuminating the dark confines within. With a quick nod and thumbs up, the two men pushed upwards with their legs, and glided up and out of the open cargo bay and into the cold vacuum of space beyond. As the men successfully cleared the bay, the orbiter quickly closed it's bay doors behind them, effectively leaving the two men cut off from the relative protection offered by it from the unforgiving harshness of the cosmos.

Drifting slightly above the orbiter, the two men paused for a few brief moments to gather their bearing and orientate themselves towards their objective, which was drifting about a mile away in geosynchronous orbit around the Earth. With help from the built in computers on the MMU's, the most effective intercept course was plotted into the navigational systems of the MMU's, resulting in an estimated arrival time of roughly thirty five minutes at a controlled rate. The two men once again gave each other a quick thumbs up, indicating that everything was set, before they engaged the autopilot on their MMU's with a flick of their wrists on the control stick. The two MMU's instantly came to life, with the built in RCS thrusters positioning the two men so that they were facing the intended destination, before accelerating them forward through the cold vacuum of space.

Roughly thirty minutes later, the two men arrived.

Hanging there in orbit around the earth like low hanging fruit ripe for the picking, sat one of many Asigna controlled orbitals that was currently being tracked by the Dominion. This one in particular had been selected for this mission, due in no small part to the fact that highly encrypted Byan military signals were being run through and bounced off of it pretty much on a continuous basis. As such, there was a relatively high chance that this also meant that the Bayans "Skynet" system was also linked to it as well.

With skilled expertise, the two astronauts slowed their approach over an extended distance to ensure that they didn't accidentally overshoot the target or run into it, until they were within arms reach of it. The two men then ever so carefully positioned themselves on the back side of the orbital, so as not to interfere with any signals being sent to or from it, and matched the target's speed and heading. Now that they had arrived, the two men quickly went to work.

Looking at the smooth metal surface of the orbital, the first man quickly found the external access panel used by technicians on the ground to access the internal components of the dish. Knowing that the panel itself was likely either booby-trapped or linked to a sensor that would alert technicians on the ground of unauthorized access, it would have to be bypassed entirely. Reaching off to his right side, the man removed the business end of an MMU attached handheld laser cutting device, and positioned it above the access panel before activating it. With a circular motion in a nice slow arc, the man proceeded to cut a hole just big enough to allow him access to the internals through the outer metal shell, before returning the device to it's proper place.

He pulled the metal disk that had been cut away out from the hole, and tossed it towards the Earth below him in a safe direction, where it would continue to travel until it eventually burned up in the atmosphere below. The man then positioned his suit light over the hold, and illuminated the interior to get a better look at what was now exposed to him and the helmet mounted camera on his suit, which was broadcasting this live back to mission control back within the Dominion, where a team of highly paid and educated experts were analyzing everything before them before relaying information back to the man on how to proceed.

After a few minutes of searching around, the orbitals motherboard and core components were found, along with the on board power system. Knowing that any direct connection with the OBS via USB could possibly again alert it's owners to possible intrusion into their networks, these would have to be completely bypassed. Soon, the means for a bypass were found in the form of some 8pin cables running from the OBS to the SSD. Again using the cutting device, only this time on a much lower setting, the man proceeded to remove the protective plastic wrapping on the wires in two different spots, allowing him to attach a pair of small alligator clips to them. These clips were attached to a length of cable, which was long enough to run back out the freshly cut hole and to a small device with a stubby black antenna sticking out the side of it.

Using a strip of self adhesive Velcro, the man securely attached the device to the outer hull of the orbital, as well as a small flexible solar panel to recharge the stored power supply of the device slowly over time. Once his work was complete, the second man checked his on board computer to insure that the programming on the device was functional and that everything was where it should be. He then uploaded the final commands to the device as well as changed the encryption to the latest Dominion MSOC before closing out the program and activating the device.

Immediately, raw encrypted Bayan data was immediately leeched from the system via extremely passive means and transmitted via a extremely weak signal that could only travel a very short distance. This was done to prevent any possibility of the Bayan from intercepting or detecting the signal, thus giving everything away. With the system working as planned, the two men packed up and backed away from the orbital to a safe distance, before entering a pre determined RV into their MMU's and starting on their return journey back to the Valkyrie.

Back on the Valkyrie, a quick message was received from the two astronauts, signaling that the package had been delivered and that they were making their egress back to them. This message was quickly relayed back through Dominion military channels, before finding it's way back to the ISC Command. The message was short, but it would set forth a chain of events that the world hasn't seen for decades.

So far... everything was going according to plan.

Code: Select all: DSN "Valkyrie": 0021-01 ISC-STRATCOM Encryption: AES/256Bt/CT PACKAGE DELIVERY SUCCESSFUL /STOP GREEN LIGHT TO COMMENCE "SILENT NIGHT" /END AC: 1ap06b8m4fg1

Elsewhere In Orbit | Sol System

Since the time of the South Rothanzil incident, the Dominion had taken a proactive interest in tracking down and monitoring everything that the Bayan had in it's possession, orbiting the planet. This also included keeping tabs on post South Rothanzil incident launches and subsequent placements of orbitals as well. This was made possible by using a purpose built system for tracking and monitoring "Space Junk" that was absorbed by the Ministry Of Defense almost a decade ago and re-purposed to tracking down and monitoring hostile nations orbitals.

The process was painstakingly slow and methodical, as every bit of detected anything had to be hand analyzed by a trained technician before being entered into the system for further autonomous tracking by the system itself. Thankfully however, the Dominion had years to accomplish just this slow endeavor, and now was the time that everyone's hard work was going to pay off.

Deep within the confines of the Ministry, the Orbital Weapons Division (OWD) was given the green light to commence Operation "Silent Night." Technicians sitting behind sophisticated computers with the latest real time intelligence at their fingertips begun their mission with simple keystrokes. In orbit over the planet, strategically placed and maneuvered Kinetic Kill Sat's (which were basically nothing more then rcs thrusters strapped to a fuel cell with a basically a one shot shell filled with tungsten cubes, and a on board targeting array/computer) came online and started moving toward their programmed Bayan targets.

These KSS weapons would gain as much speed as possible using the on board RCS systems while self correcting as they vectored toward their targets with one simple goal in mind....to get within the strike range of the target and either destroy it completely (which is more then likely considering how sensitive sat's are) or knock it out of a stable orbit and let the planets atmosphere destroy it upon re-entry. If the initial shotgun like blast didn't do the job, then the used up weapons would use whatever fuel they had left and physically ram themselves into the Bayan target, destroying both assets in the process.

By the time anyone on the ground noticed anything was amiss and could react by re-positioning their space based assets, the speedy little kill sats would have already done their duty.

With this one attack, the Bayan would be propelled back almost a hundred years in terms of usable technology, as they would loose access to critical assets such as GPS, Radio, television, internet, and wireless communication in every form. They literally would be blind, deaf, and dumb after this attack to pretty much everything that was going on in the world around them, as even any orbitals that managed to survive the attack, would be overloaded by the sheer piggyback volume left behind by the sudden loss of assets, much in the same way that a grid goes down during an emergency as it can't handle the sheer volume of sudden traffic.

The only asset not deliberately targeted, was the Bayan military satellite that the Valkyrie accessed just a short time ago, as was part of the coalition preplan.

Myanmar| Burma

The day broke warm and cloudy, as did most days inside Burma during the summer season. Inside the countryside, news of the Dominion's annexation from it's previous owners was meet with a very "meh" attitude, as to the common person who knew nothing of what this actually meant, they were indifferent towards the action by the foreign state and went about their everyday meager lives. However, beneath the surface, behind the scenes, the country had been undergoing some changes.

Changes that were about to be put to the test....

In 2010, the Myanmar Air Defense had completed installation of a sophisticated fiber optic communication network throughout the country. These networks were to be used for air defense operations between Central Command HQ, the capital, several air bases, early warning radar stations, and mobile anti air craft missile/artillery units across the country. As well as this network, radar sites were also upgraded along the nations borders, to better provide a more complete early warning system then what was previously being used.

Under MADS, the country was divided into six separate and independent air defense sectors, each controlled by a Sector Operations Center (SOC) and reporting directly to the National Air Defense Operations HQ. While not the most advanced system on the planet, it would be effective non the less in times of emergency.

As such, on this day, one could imagine the confusion on the soldiers face as he was staring at his radar display when ten unidentified bogies entered Burma's sovereign airspace as they passed over the border at a speed of Mach 2. Reaching out, the man lifted a black phone receiver that linked him directly to his superiors and anxiously awaited for anyone to pick up.

With a click, he was connected.

"Command, Outpost One." He said nervously, the adrenaline obviously pumping through his veins.

"I have multiple SIF confirmed bogies heading two, five, zero, at a speed of mach 2, altitude one, nine, zero, zero, zero meters, identity unknown at this time, negative response to ELNIT."

National Air Defense Operations HQ....

General Sao Shwe Win stood in the NADO HQ building, listening and watching the situation unfold before him. On the wooden table with a laminated map of the nations displayed upon it, several staff were busy moving icons across the surface of it, representing the ten unknown contacts that had just crossed into his airspace uninvited.

A technical advisor walked up to the general and looked nervously over the map.

"What is this, some kind of test or drill?" Asked the equally confused man.

"None that I'm aware of." Replied the General.

"Stray airliner? Wouldn't be the first time some jackass dictator opened a new flight path over someone else borders without consulting them first."

"I don't think it is. Their movements are too precise, too exact. No, these aircraft are looking for something..."

A buzzer attached to a phone caught the man off guard. Turning, he walked over and lifted the receiver.

"Command, Flight Ops, Interceptors airborne." Came the electronic voice from the other end of the line.

"Green Dragon zero one, zero two, and zero three from Prome and Scimitar zero one, zero two, and zero three from Hnawbi are on direct intercept course, matching altitude on heading 080."

The man replaced the receiver on the phone, before turning and walking back to the table, where little icons representing the two interceptor flights were just being positioned, along with an eta for interception.

Drumming his fingers on the wooden table, the man couldn't help but shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong.

"Send word to the twenty second ADA, order them to red alert and prepare for immediate contact."

"Aye general." Came the reply from somewhere behind the man.

Shit was about the hit the fan....

22nd Air Defense Artillery | South Eastern SOC

A siren wailed in the distance, as men scrambled from whatever task they were previously doing and sprinted towards their assigned fighting positions. Camouflaged netting and all weather protective tarps were pulled from the missile batteries as they were being powered up and moved into firing positions. Within moments, the sleek launches each holding five Mk II Bloodhound Missiles were pointed towards the sky, ready and waiting to unleash their fury on whatever foe was stupid enough to come within range.

Now, they waited with baited breath for the word to fire....

Greed Dragon/Scimitar Flights | ALT 17,500M

The two separate flights of MiG-35's approached the single flight of ten unknown aircraft's position on their own respective intercept courses. Still at standoff distances, and being guided in by an Shaanxi Y-8W AWAC, the aircraft pushed their envelopes as they were cruising at near their max altitude to get as physically close to the bogies as they could for the best possible launch solution.

Each MiG was carrying a standard mixture of A2A missiles, including six K-77M on hard points under the wing, and two R-27ER, one under each wing tip. As the two flights moved in closer, they each respectively activated their individual ECM units and awaited orders from command on how to proceed...

National Air Defense Operations HQ....

As the general watched in mute silence as his interceptors moved towards intercept, his attention was suddenly ripped from him as a radar operator behind him started screaming.

"MISSILE CONTACTS! BEARING ZERO FIVE FIVE, HIGH ALTITUDE, SPEED...SUPERSONIC!"

"Let me have it, son." Said the general as he relieved the man of his station and stared at the screen as hundreds of contacts now populated it's surface. Wide eyed, the man turned and ran towards his phone and picked up once again the cold receiver.

"Alert all commands to prepare for imminent contact! Were under attack!" He said almost breathlessly to the man on the other end of the phone.

"And will someone fucking order our interceptors to kill those contacts!"

Greed Dragon/Scimitar Flights | ALT 17,500M

With the order given, the AWAC acting as command and control targeted the now hostile aircraft and proceeded to commence with jamming all ten of the aircraft to the best of their capabilities. While this was going on, the two flights of MiG's moved into their own respective attack formations and lined up shots on the enemy aircraft as they came within attack range of the K-77M missiles. As soon as tones were reached, meaning that they had a solid lock on, two missiles were launched from the wings of each aircraft at their targets, for a total of twelve shots at the ten aircraft. The pilots watched as the little fireballs seemed to leap from under them and race away into the distance as they climbed to match the altitude of their prey.

As soon as the missiles were launched, the aircraft split and re-positioned themselves using common maneuvers so as to be able to re-engage should the first volley for whatever reason prove insufficient to accomplish the simple task of downing these fools.

Yangon (Rangoon)| Burma

Thermobaric weapons. Devastating against dug in or hardened targets, not so much when detonated against an open target in an incredibly humid environment.

A heavy morning rain was falling down upon the former capital of Myanmar, as was typical in this region of the world, as the cities inhabitants started their respective daily routines and went about their lives, unknowing to them the enemy missiles already airborne and heading towards them.

A electric cackle that could be heard across the city suddenly broke the morning air, as rusting sirens installed by the British in an age long past suddenly echoed forth new life, and sang the sad song of their people across the city. Citizens stopped mid stride at the strange sound, as it was unfamiliar to them, as they wondered what it could possibly mean. Suddenly, from defensive positions across the city, gunfire and missile launches broke the silence as the government attempted to the best of their ability to thwart the incoming missiles by intercepting them with whatever the had available.

With a flash of orange and a thick cloud of acidic black smoke, the first missile fell inside Yangon against one of the numerous bridges crossing the river that flowed on either side of the city. The shock wave of the impact could be heard for nearly a mile in every direction, and before anyone could react, a second explosion rocked the bridge before being quickly followed by a third and fourth. Thick flames lapped and burned on the twisted metal that was the bridge, as people abandoned their cars wherever they could before getting out and literally running for their lives away from the intense heat produced by the thermobaric weapons.

Across the city, the two coal power plants suffered the same fate, and missile after missile impacted the structures, enveloping the concrete and metal buildings in flames, which before long spread to the small mountains of coal being stored nearby for future use by the plants, setting off a secondary reaction that sent flames hundreds of feet into the air and covering the surrounding city blocks in thick, black smoke. Along the waterfront, civilian dock workers ran for their lives as missiles rained down upon the numerous commercial facilities that lines both sides of the city along the waterfront, while a container ship burned out of control at anchor after taking a direct hit from one of the missiles. It's crew jumping from the back of the ship into the muddy brown water below to safety.

The local airport didn't fare much better then anywhere else in the city, as dozens of missiles rained down upon the black tarmac and dozens of hangers and outbuildings. Their impacts blowing out windows in nearby residential buildings, and turning the facility into a giant blazing inferno as over a dozen large international airliners and numerous smaller jets sat blazing on the tarmac, killing untold numbers of international citizens as they either sat waiting for their respective flights, or were making their way though the airport after just arriving. A international flight on final approach was lucky enough to avoid the tragedy that was unfolding around them, as the frantic pilots managed to firewall the aircraft and gain enough speed to abort the landing as the embarked passengers looked out the small windows in mute horror as the world burned around them.

The city defenses had managed to successfully engage and destroy a number of incoming missiles. However, it wasn't enough. Sirens blared across the city as civil servants and good samaritans raced the city, trying to help those in need and save whom they could. However, it wouldn't be enough and the civilian casualty numbers would quickly climb out of control as the city slowly burned long into the coming night.

The "Frontier" | Burma

Nearly three hundred missiles rained down unopposed across the border of Burma and Thailand, all of which were apparently thermobaric in nature as well. The Bayan was targeting "known" positions, such as foxholes, bunkers, and more specifically, tunnels used by "Martinezist" forces during some past conflict in some past age, and these missiles impacted just that. Numerous vine covered bunkers, overgrown foxholes, and cobweb filled tunnels were utterly and sufficiently obliterated by the truly impressive Bayan strike. Indeed, the jungle did burn bright for but the briefest of moments, before being quickly self extinguished in the dense jungle setting which had royally fucked with proper fuel air saturation levels, leaving for a quick and improper burn of the munitions. Unlucky for the Bayan, they were targeting what they thought were "Martinezist" positions, based upon some really bad intelligence and misconceptions they had.

Nearby Burmese militia watched from their wood pole and bamboo jungle structures at the scene that was unfolding before them with a sense of awe at the display of firepower being unleashed onto the jungle not far away. One thing however, was made painfully clear by this precision strike.... someone was supplying the enemy with direct intelligence on their positions, and recently even.

Yelling to be heard over the echoing explosions from the nearby jungle, the Burmese militia quickly gathered their things, armed themselves, and with expert knowledge of the local terrain, disappeared into the jungles around them, seeming to disappear into the thick of it as they begun hunting for those with whom had betrayed them. The fools would be mercilessly hunted down, and if they were really lucky, would be gunned down instead of captured alive.

However, not everyone would be so lucky.

Despite the first wave being highly ineffective, the second wave still managed to catch some still unaware units off guard. Across Burma, several wood and bamboo jungle bases deep inside the jungle were directly hit, bathing the surrounding area in orange flame that consumed everything that it touched and left nothing in it's wake. Those lucky enough to escape the inferno could only standby nearby and watch the flame, waiting for the heat to die off before being able to search for survivors or salvageable gear.

Above Burma | Burma

The three bloated forms of the Hatay C-17 Globemasters scouting the Burmese coastline like a trio of flying whales was very, very hard to miss by the Burmese militia that was garrisoned nearby in the jungle. They watched with puzzled looks across their faces as numerous parachutes suddenly appeared off in the distance over the nearby beach. With local communications being down due to the massive thermobaric missile attack that literally just took place across pretty much all of Burma, the militia didn't hear any of the communications sent out by the pilots of the aircraft. They at this time, also didn't know who exactly had carried out the attack against them as well, so one could only imagine what was going through the heads of the militia scouts as the watched the strangers from concealed positions land on the beach and start unpacking supplies and setting up a camp.

Turning quickly one of the scouts was dispatched backed into the jungle on foot, acting as a physical messenger due to the utter lack of ranged communications at the moment. The lone man, who was wearing standard od green attire with a well worn slouch hat atop his head, was making good time through the thick jungle on his way to a semi nearby militia encampment, which he was able to do with relative ease as he and his companions knew this part of the jungle like the back of their hands due to literally growing up in the jungle that now surrounded them.

After a sweltering journey that took the better part of a few hours, he arrived at the luckily untouched militia camp, likely due to the fact that the entire encampment was covered by thick jungle canopy high above them, which likely shielded them from prying eyes from above. He quickly made his was passed groups of well armed and agitated militia who were setting out from the encampment on search and destroy missions into the surrounding jungle, and proceeded to enter a bamboo-thatch building that served as the HQ for the encampment.

The man entered the room through a mosquito net door, and found the commanding officer of the camp slouched over a wooden table with his leading advisors and going over battle plans with them. The messenger turned towards the table and snapped a hasty salute, before delivering the news of the sky soldiers who had taken up residence on the beach.

This news certainly got the mans full attention.

He walked over and grabbed the messenger, and pulled him towards the table, where on the map laid out across it's top, he pointed out the exact position where the enemy had made camp. The commander paused for a moment while he mulled over the new information given to him, before turning towards one of his advisors and ordering him to take two reinforced platoons of men and proceed immediately to the encampment and assess the situation. The man nodded before turning and after ordering the messenger to follow him, both men exited the hut.

Once outside the advisor, a lieutenant in rank, quickly mustered the required strength of men and equipment and ordered the men to mount up onto four GTB "Burma" Jeeps that were re-purposed after being abandoned decades earlier after another conflict that tore through the area. The well used and worn war horses soon were riding low on their nearly exhausted suspension systems as the nearly fifty men and their equipment crammed themselves into the available space. Soon, the little engines that could spurred to life, and the group took off at a deliberate pace back toward the beach down a winding dirt road through the jungle.

Not even an hour later, the vehicles came to a stop at the bottom of a ravine still some distance away from the enemy encampment to avoid early detection. The rusting metal troop compartment doors were unlatched and allowed to swing free, allowing the men to jump from the back of the vehicles, weapons in hand. As soon as room was available, them last few men left in the cab in turn handed down the crew serve weapons that were broken down in storage for easier transport, to the waiting men on the ground. Once everyone and everything was clear, the group set off into the jungle at a deliberate, yet cautious pace, towards the treeline back at the beach.

When they arrived, the LT quickly linked up with the scouts left behind to observe the enemy and got a quick down and dirty sitrep of the situation. The perceived enemy has surely been busy during the transitional period, as a small tent city complete with it's own emplaced security had been set up during their absence. However, the addition of two massive steel ships parked at the absurdly close range of thirty meters from the shoreline was what shocked and surprised the men the most.

Luckily, the militia hadn't been compromised yet, and the LT slowly backpedaled deeper into the jungle to the impatiently waiting militia were laying. He quickly ordered one of the crew served weapons to be brought up the line and set up into hasty fighting positions behind the thick tangled trunks of one of the many Mangrove trees in the area. With effort, a spray painted Carl Gustav was passed up the line before finding it's way into the hands of the two men set to operate it. They moved slowly over to the improvised position, before hunkering in the best they could. As they did so, about twenty men armed with FN FAL's and one man armed with a Rheinmetall MG 3 also set up hasty position behind whatever solid cover they could find, and sighted in on the soldiers on the parameter of the new camp.

A short distance away behind the front line that was forming, three 81mm mortars were being established by several of the remaining soldiers behind a incline in the terrain, which removed them from direct LOS with the enemy. After a few minutes of hard work and the operators nearly maxing out the elevation on their guns to compensate for the semi short range of the pending attack, the tubes were ready for action.

The LT looked up and down the line of men under his command, and seeing that everything was in place, he gave the word to a runner behind him to commence with the attack.

The man nodded and gave a thumbs up to another runner a short distance away, who in turn gave a thumbs up to the mortar crews, who in turn lifted a projectile up out of their carrying case and held it aloft above the black maw of the tube for but a moment, before letting it drop and turning away, covering his ears.

Three hallow "thumps" were heard as the HE rounds impacted the firing pins and launched themselves high overhead into the clear air above, before reaching their peak and streaking back towards the ground before them. As soon as the rounds landed, hit or miss, the Carl Gustav fired a round of HEDP at the nearest MG nest facing them with the hopes of taking that threat out early and exposing the flank to the rest of the small arms fire, which the rest of the militia front line was now starting to rain down upon the soldiers of the camp with controlled bursts of aimed semiautomatic fire.

As for the two hulking forms of the ships anchored thirty meters off shore, they would be ignored for the time being by the militia in the treeline, as they had something else in store for them on the way....

Above The Gulf Of Thailand | Britten-Norman Maritime Defender

It was hard to miss the very noticeable numerous launches that seemed to appear from nowhere from inside the detection grid inside the Gulf Of Thailand. As such, standard maritime patrol aircraft that operated in the area controlled by the Burmese Air Force were quick to arrive on scene of the launches.

From the underbelly of the fast moving prop aircraft already in the area, multiple ADAR Buoys were deployed in a grid pattern to maximize the active search radius for the enemy submarines laying in the depths of the ocean as well as triangulate any hits to better reveal not only location, but heading as well. Luckily for the Burmese military personnel conducting ASW operations, the Astutes and the Astelas class submarines that had launches the attacks had apparently not only not moved from their original firing positions, but also not even taken basic countermeasures to protect themselves. Due to this blunder on the Bayan's submarines commanders part, these expensive toys were soon detected by a very pissed off and motivated enemy looking for vengeance.

Coming in low across the ocean, fast movers launched from surviving airfields armed with APR-3E torpedo's moved in quickly for the easy kills.

The APR-3E torpedo's equipped with a small parachute kit to retard their fall speed, thus allowing them to operate in shallower water, rained down nearby where the submarines were currently being actively pinged by the sonar. Once entering water, the control surfaces of the APR-3E's enabled the torpedoes to travel in a spiral path (with the help of gravity) without having to start their engine. During this stage, the acoustic seeker of the torpedoes would search for the enemy until they were detected. Once the targets were identified, the solid propellant waterjet engines engaged, this ensuring that the various Bayan targets has virtually very little or no time to react, thus increasing the kill probability.

This scene repeated itself in the nearby Andaman Sea as well, as it was practically right off the Burma coastline and well within retaliatory range of the Burmese military. Strikes would continue until all contacts were confirmed kills, however ASW operations would continue long after to insure every last one of the Bayan submersibles were turned into artificial reefs.

Future Dominion and international tourists would certainly enjoy the bountiful colors afforded by the many new artificial reefs that no doubt would be littering the coastline after today, all thanks to the generous contributions made possible by the Bayan.

Burma/Thailand Border | Burma Side

If it was one thing the Burmese military had in abundance, it was artillery.

The clanking of artillery pieces being readied echoed from nearly a dozen different positions from deep within the jungles below the extensive border with it's neighbor. Fearing an eventual land invasion from the enemy, the order was given to literally mine the already ridiculously hard to traverse terrain between them, making it pretty much impossible for anyone on foot to cross without risk of loosing said feet. Key pass's and highways would remain open though, to not jeopardize innocent Burmese civilians traversing the roadways.

Specially designed artillery shells that were actually dispensers for little anti-personal mines nicknamed "toe poppers", which was due to the fact that they were designed to maim victims instead of outright kill them, were loaded up into the howitzers, before being lobbed towards the mountains, jungle, and other extremely hazardous terrain. The shells whistled through the air on the flight paths, before curved fins suddenly extended from the rear of the shell, causing it to spin rapidly. As it spun at high speed, it started dispersing the little mines out in a 360 degree arc as it traveled, before running out of the sub-munitions and burying itself into the earth upon landing.

Hundreds of these shells were fired by multiple batteries, saturating the terrain with them for countless miles along the border, forming what should be an effective barrier against future foot slogging aggression.

Once the fire missions were complete, the militia immediately started packing up their guns and preparing for travel to a new location using vehicles, oxen, or sheer manpower if need be. The threat of a secondary strike was very real and these soldiers knew it. So out of the interest of self preservation, they would have to move immediately or risk the negative effects of possible counter battery fire via enemy missile strikes. As they did so, other solders pulled armed security for the guns and gun crews, even patrolling the surrounding area against possible enemy incursion. Nobody would be getting the drop on them without being ambushed themselves.

by **Hatay** » Thu Sep 08, 2016 2:08 pm

Burma, Camp Mercy
Shortly after several hundred civilians were sheltered from missile attacks, Captain Mustafa Walai sat in a tent, smoking a cigarette, he heard three loud thumps from the tree line and dropped his cigarette. Before long alarms were wailing across the base as gunfire broke out, the 686 civilians rescued were ushered onto the hospital boats, which immediately made preparations to move 5 km from the coast. Walai was soon on the phone with the President in the main tent with several others.
"We're facing an attack from around 80 soldiers with support equipment.
Who is it?
Unknown, likely a Burmese militia.
Are you in the process of evacuation?
Ships are departing, tents are being closed. But we're keeping some supplies here, we have 1,000 men, this will be easy pickings.
Good idea. Just keep the Burmese safe. Are you engaging the enemy?
As you speak.
A tree line wrapped around the beach, with a defense perimeter covering every bit. Blue (or green if you will) helmeted peacekeepers immediately started to fire H&K 38s into the tree grove, with support from MG3 machine guns in nests and mounted on Humvees. Humvees drove to the centers of attack, with machine guns blasting away at any sources of foreign gunfire. At one area where enemy fire was concentrated, a H&K GMG was erected and began to lob high explosive grenades into the forest. The enemy was vastly outnumbered at a rate of slightly more then 10 to 1. But the damage they had done with the successful mortar fire was significant. Nevertheless, it only struck tents and humanitarian supply boxes. The peacekeepers utilized all their military training, fighting the enemy forces with great skill.

Kamijama, Presidential Palace Press Room

Official Statement of the President

Hello Ladies and Gentlemen, I have urgent news to convey. The last 48 hours have seen a huge update in the National Security situation. Yesterday, a submarine belonging to the Integralist State of New Yama, an illegitimate military dictatorship we do not recognize. Fired several cruise missiles with high explosive warheads at the Philippine Bayan, this means the war has begun. We will continue to pursue a peaceful settlement, and I condemn New Yama for this attack which will instigate a terrible and destructive conflict. I also want to affirm our neutrality in this Bayan-SACTO conflict. This war between two evils is not one we want to be involved with other than helping those who will be misplaced, injured, or hurt by it. This somber news is the first event of a bloody war to be waged close and far from Hatay, but our National Security will be threatened by this conflict, and I urge vigilance among the population, for any possible repercussions within Republic. In other news, our humanitarian camp has come under attack. Scores of combatants have attacked without provocation or reason. Our forces have complete control of the situation and these barbarians will be wiped out. The attackers cannot be confirmed, but are likely savage Burmese militia members. I have conferred with Parliament, and I have been authority to go to any means to punish whoever is responsible for these war crimes. Camp Mercy's operations will be suspended for the safety of our staff and civilians under our protection. Why these barbarians would attack a centre for healing and assisting the injured, I do not know. But I know that they will face international repercussions for their actions. I urge fearlessness, courage, compassion, and vigilance among the Hatayan people. Good day and Allah bless.

MESSAGE RETCONNED

by **Shazbotdom** » Thu Sep 08, 2016 3:20 pm

SECRET IC:
SCENE: ISS Doombringer, Kraken-class SSGN, 6th Precision Assault Submerged Naval Battlegroup

The submarine was slowly gliding along the bottom of the ocean, approaching launch locations to fire upon what satellite intelligence has deemed to be a target of importance in the battle against the Philippine Bayan of Asigna. The skipper, a man who has helmed this boat since it's purchase from Halcon Arms, was looking over the map of the region. A twenty year Veteran of the Imperial Navy, he helmed two other boats before this one. The boat was put to water on course for this region nearly a week and a half ago and, at first, hit the ocean at high speeds from the ports of the Empire towards the Indian Ocean, then slowed as it entered the Indian Ocean on it's final approach to the target zone.
They were approximately 550 Nautical Miles south-southwest of the Indonesian Island of Sumatra. They have been running the last twenty hours on silent running as they slowly made their way through the Indian Ocean to their launch coordinates. On board, they had a payload of 510 AGM-7 Arrow Standoff Interdiction Missiles with 1,000lbs Munitions, 160 NRAM-4 Crossbow Strike Missiles with Annual Blast Fragmentation Warheads, and 30 AGM-30 Broadsword Anti-Air Missiles with Annual Blast Fragmentation Warheads.
This mission was considered Level 0 Priority within the Submarine Fleets of the Empire, meaning that failure would not be tolerated. The computer systems were busy receiving data from Naval Command on possible military targets of interest on the Target Island. This locale of attack would be the focal point for the Empire. The skipper looked at maps and digital satellite imagery to ensure that there was nothing that could be destroyed other than the targets that they wished. Rumors were of top secret underwater submarine pens within the area of the islands, so they were tasked with targeting inland military bases, and possible locations that might work for submarine pens. They were roughly thirty minutes out from the original launch time determined by Naval Command.

"Sonar," the Skipper stated as he turned from his position at the map table, "anything on the screens?"

"No, sir," the sonar officer reported from his spot. "All is clear as it currently stands."

"Alright, radio, patch me through to the rest of the ship." A call of confirmation came from the other end of the room, "Ladies and Gentlemen of the Ballistic Submarine Doombringer, today, we will make the enemy taste the fury of the Shazbotdom Empire. I have been authorized to launch our AGM-7's upon the Philippine Bayan of Asigna by order of the Supreme Emperor of the Shazbotdom Empire. Our targets are military in nature and this attack will foreshadow our Naval Invasion." He lowered the radio microphone to take a deep breath and then lifted it back up to his mouth, "Word is, launch is in 35 Minutes. Slow to 5 Knotts and prepare for launch."

The Skipper then put the radio down and began to pace around the bridge. He was uneasy about this, but this would only be the 2nd Launch he has partaken in during his career with the Imperial Navy. Although the first one probably wouldn't count because it was a test firing of a few different types of SLBM's during the phase on searching for one to use on a previous version of Ballistic Missile Submarines for the fleet fifteen years ago that have been since retired from service and scuttled to help create artificial reefs along the eastern coast of the Imperial Mainland.

"Sir," came a call from a back quarter of the bridge, "word is coming in from Imperial Naval Command, they are patching through a live feed from SSat 32."

"Understood, patch it through to my console," he stated. Calling over his XO, they waited until the image popped up. SSat 32 was viewing the region from an orbit that was on a 10% angle of the region, well out of range of ASat's. "Ahh, there it goes. Looks like there are some structures along the coast in region fifteen, seventeen and twenty-one that shouldn't be there. Might be some natural formation, but peg them as possible targets of interest just in case. If there is any indication of something going on, we will launch a second barrage around those locales for an obliteration attack. Let's check our current targets. Start with that possible mIlitary base in grid 344 mark 291."

In an area spanning roughly another 400 Nautical Miles along a linear path, the other six Submarines from the 6th Precision Assault Submerged Battlegroup had started on their slowing procedures and began their final preparations for their launch against other targets designated to them by Naval Command. In front of them was a line of fifteen Legacy-class SSGN's retrofitted for protection detail, to ensure that the Kraken-class Submarines had proper protection and time to launch their weapons. Roughly another 5 Nautical Miles behind this submerged assault line was the primary landing force for the Land Assault. They were set to pass the SSBN's minutes after the launch of the primary missile launch against Asigna forces within Indonesia.

The missile keys were inserted into the command console of each of the ships and the order was given to the fleet to open the Missile Bay Doors on every single Submersible. Within a few minutes, they were all open and primed for launch. Final word would have to come from the Imperial Palace itself, directly from the Office of the Supreme Emperor. Until then, the SSGN's were set at their slowest speed possible waiting for their orders, slowly gliding through the water.

SECRET IC:
SCENE: Imperial Palace, Shaz City, Shazbotdom

Larry just left a meeting with several private organizations that were pushing for the repeal of the laws of the Empire in regards to Marriage being open to those of the same sex and plurality marriage. He was annoyed that these groups were wanting to repeal a law that had the majority of the polling public behind it, a 95% approval of the aforementioned law, with less than 4% not approving it and roughly 1% saying they were uninterested. As he walked into his office, the Minister of Foreign Affairs was there waiting for him.

"James is still not back from the IFC Summit?" Larry stated as he shut the door to his office.

"Not yet," came the reply from Kennith. "The vote for the new Prime Minister went with success, and we won it, but the Grand Admiral is stuck in transit back here."

"That's good," Larry replied. "Although, knowing you, that is not the reason why you are here in my office today. What is it?"

"Well," Kennith hesitated "Word from the front is that our troops are prepared to launch upon the Bayan's territorial assets. Naval Command reports that they are prepared to launch and the submarines missile tubes are open. They only await the final launch code command from you. The timeline is nearing completion, and the scheduled launch time is in roughly 23 Minutes."

"Understood," he stated. Sitting down at his desk, he picked up the orange direct line phone to Naval Command. "This is the Supreme Emperor, Relay signal to the Submerged fleet. Authorization code Alpha, Alpha, Five, Three, Nine, Two, Seven, Four, Three, Six, Delta, Epsilon, Four, Gamma, Six, Six, November, Six, Five, Eight, Nine, Two, One, Seven, Five, Three, Beta, Delta, Eight, Eight, Nine, Two, Four, Three, Romeo, India, Juliet, Five, Three, Seven, Golf, Foxtrot, Eight, Nine, Two, Four, Seven, Yankee, X-Ray, Three, Five, Four, Nine, Whiskey, Tango, Foxtrot, Three, Five, Delta, Niner. Countdown to launch has been authorized for Two Zero Minutes. Relay message in Two Minutes. Execute."

SECRET IC:
SCENE: ISS Doombringer, Kraken-class SSGN, 6th Precision Assault Submerged Naval Battlegroup

The skipper was pacing the bridge of the submarine, reading the displays around the bridge as he walked past them. As he got to the communications station, he saw that the radioman was looking at something that was being printed out on the secure ULF system. He walked over, "What do you have, sailor?"

The radioman looked back and up at the skipper, "It looks like our authorization for the launch is coming in. It's a doozie, also. I'm still counting, but my current count is 33 characters." He kept looking it over, waiting for it to finish up. A minute later, the last digit came off the printer and he tore the paper off, handing it to the skipper.

The skipper read the paper silently to himself and looked around the room, "We have Authorization. Enter this into the computer and put a countdown of Twenty Minutes. Ex Oh, radio down to the Missile Launch room and tell them to prepare the final stages for our launch. Also, radio down to the Engine room and tell them that we will need full power on the reactors in about twenty-five minutes. Helm, prepare to set course bearing Five Nine Two mark Three Three Seven. As soon as the weapons are away, punch it."

The next 20 minutes felt like they were taking forever as the skipper kept looking over at the clock multiple times. He also had a countdown running on a screen near the Missile Launch Control console, where the keys were already inserted and turned. Roughly half of the missile tubes were opened up, with a program set into them to launch in a pre-set order to ensure that none of the missiles impact each other during the launch.

Then, the time came, T-Minus fifteen seconds to the launch. The skipper walked over to the command console for the missile launch and prepared to launch the weapons. He hovered his hand over the button that started the launch sequence. He kept his eye on the clock. Five. Four. Three. Two. One. When the clock struck zero, he lowered his hand and pushed the button. As he pushed the button, he thought within his head, God help us. The ship shook as missile after missile rocketed up from the ship, out through the surface of the water, and rocketed off towards their designated targets within Indonesia. A total of 1,785 missiles now found their way from the depth of the ocean, towards Indonesia.

by **Bartilia** » Sun Sep 11, 2016 8:06 pm

The news came to his tiny little bunker compound deep in the mountain ranges to the North of Burma in the heart of the communist unrest there. Annihilated. That's what happened to his army and even worse, they are coming for him. Sison flies into rage cursing at everyone that they failed him. In anger, he commands to expend the last of the force to do as much damage to the Asignists as possible. Even though his first attack did annihilation, the old man still hoped that bought them some time, so that the main allied force against Asigna could strike while Manila was still distracted with the events going on in their own soil. One thing was clear though, they certainly did so much damage to the Asignists who now have their own security forces regarded as a bunch of jokes by the international community and is causing such a blow to the stock markets of Manila, with a bulk of investors pulling out due to security risks. But it was just the start. More is coming. More fires will burn and more people will be killed.

Part 1 end.

by **Republic of Vietnam** » Tue Sep 13, 2016 8:45 pm

Operation Đường Lâm 938
Present Day

Following the new wave of Filipino aggression into Burma, the Vietnamese government decided it was time to respond with the rest of its SACTO allies. Saigon immediately gave the green light to its Strategic Air Command in Da Nang, initiating Operation Đường Lâm 938, the plan calling for a large initial strike against the Filipino Bayan Navy and Air Force. It was named after the birthplace of the Ngô Quyền, the Vietnamese king who sank an entire Chinese Fleet at the river of Bach Dang, a fate that the Bayan's Navy will also recieve. The numerical numbers was in reference to the year that the First Battle of Bach Dang took place.

The VNAF 41st Tactical Wing was assigned with delivering deadly first strikes against the Bayan naval force. Vietnamese F-15Vs were to take from Da Nang Air Base heading to their target, the Subic Naval Base in Luzon. The main strike force consisted of 12 F-15Vs from 550th Fighter Squadron, whose F-15Vs were equipped with a multirole loadout. Each of them was armed with two powerful YU-7 ASHM missiles, a pair of AGM-88E AARGM, 4 AIM-9X Sidewinders, and 4 AIM-120D. To provide dedicated SEAD support, four F-15Vs armed with 4 AGM-88E, two AGM-65K, and two AIM-9X took off right after the departure of the main strike group. In addition to this, one EC-130H and two EA-18Gs escorted by four F-15s flying the HAVCAP mission took off to provide EW support for the entire strike group. Following the EC-130 was the air cover for the whole strike group, which consisted of eight F-15Vs from the 538th Fighter Squadron flying FASTCAP. These planes were equipped with a special loadout focusing on air-to-air combat. Each of them was armed with 2 YU-7s, 6 AIM-120Ds, and 4 AIM-9Xs missiles. Additionally, a Boeing 737 AWAC escorted by two additional F-15s would provide battlefield management and command and control. Every F-15 on this mission was also equipped with two conformal fuel tanks, which could be jettisoned when necessary.

Once within range, the initial strike group’s planes would fire their YU-7s at the enemy ships at berth in Subic. Any attempt to intercept these planes from the Bayan's force will be nullified by the F-15s providing air cover, which would be in close contact with the 737 AWAC. All enemy air defense assets in the area would be dealt with by the EA-18Gs, which would also attempt to jam the enemy’s radar system using DFRM, while F-15s assigned with the SEAD mission will destroy their radar station and SAMs platforms utilizing the AGM-88E AARGM missiles. Meanwhile, the EC-130H will attempt to disrupt Filipino communication systems. Throughout the initial strike, the SEAD assets and planes assigned to the mission would stay until the strike group leaves the target area.

The loud roar of jet engines from Bien Hoa Air Base was audible. Fourteen VNAF's prized F-26As stealth fighters from the 536th Fighter Squadron took off at the same time with the strike group at Da Nang. They took off consecutively to strike a smaller Bayan's naval port at Kota Kinabalu. These planes were equipped with 2 YU-7s, 6 AIM-120Ds, and 2 AIM-9X each.

Three minutes before the arrival of the two strike groups over their target, a outline of a sleek black whale rose from the depths of the South China Sea. One could see a periscope sticking out of the water. It was the RVNS Da Tuong, an Ohio-class cruise missile submarine. Six hours earlier, the submarine left Cam Ranh Naval Base along with eight other guided missile destroyers to make them less vulnerable to a port strike and would strike the severe blows against the Bayan. This flotilla would launch a large and devastating attack that would render the Filipino military airfields useless and ground their air force for days. Once the order was given, the submarine Da Tuong began to fire a salvo of Tomahawk cruise missiles at various Filipino airfields while other Vietnamese warships and submarines also joined the strike. Each Tomahawk missile was targeted specifically to hit one target, be it a runway, a munition depot, or a fuels depot to inflict the most damage.

On the ground, 24 TELARs (transporter erector launcher and radar), carrying two Hyunmoo-3C missiles each, were prepared ready to launch. Within seconds after the Tomahawks hit their targets, the TELARs were given order to fire their cruise missiles. About one thirds of the Hyunmoo-3C cruise missiles were fired at Cagayan de Oro Naval Base to destroy all the naval vessels berthed in port. The rest of the missiles were aimed to various targets, which were considered as important, Filipino government buildings in the Metro Manila area.

Within minutes after the strikes, the Vietnamese Navy and its Air Force were put on high alert, prepared to counteract retaliations from the Bayan government. Air Squadrons on the Paracel and Spratly Islands were flying air alert. In the South China Sea, 5 surface groups of the VNN began to conduct operations aimed at sea denial and sea control with help from submarines and stealth missile corvettes operating autonomously. The Vietnamese P-3Cs and P-8As in good coordination with other ASW assets began patrols aimed at finding and sinking enemy submarines.

Providing CAPs for the surface groups were F-15Vs and F-26As from the VNAF and F-35Bs of the VNN, provided with constant AWAC coverage by 737 AWACs and E-2 Hawkeye. Meanwhile, attack submarines of the Yết Kiêu and Bach Dang classes began hunting Filipino vessels still traveling in the South China Sea and in the Gulf of Thailand.

OOC: Post edited to add Naval Orbat and clarification on the naval attack.

by **Rokodan** » Sun Sep 18, 2016 1:08 am

THAILAND

Lieutenant General Vincent Alvarez starred silently toward the setting sun, where the majestic panorama of the Thailand-Burma border highland looms across his view, and something about this province which has just became his main area of responsibility evokes a strange feeling of deep tranquility inside of the newly appointed Hukbo I Corp commanding general, given the fact that this part of the world is in a de facto state of war.

Yes, perhaps it was the beauty of this country; people says 'the Bush will get to you' - at least that was what his predecessor had claimed when he met him earlier before he was officially sent to command this place' if that is true then the feelings he had might be just that, mesmerized by the surrounding mother nature - well Vincent Alvarez decided that it wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Somehow the tranquility and all this beauty make him felt that his crusade is just and this little piece of ground in his beloved Bayan is worth defending and die for.

Unfortunately, the three stars general also knew that this feelings, this lull, is only temporarily, in fact only his first day in theater he already experienced his first tense situation - well, it wasn't actually a combat situation, at least not in his opinion- for his service in this region, and that was enough proof that there will be more coming his way, and it is his duty to face that.

The Burmese artilleries had finally stopped their barrage which had raged across the Burmese-Thailand border, at first Alvarez believed that the Burmese under their new Dominion overlord had decided to resume active hostilities against the Bayan on his first day of the tour as I Corp Commander as a welcoming gift for him, that thought amused him now, because perhaps they didn't know that Vincent Alvarez is taking over command after all. Perhaps. But nevertheless, being on the receiving end of enemy artilleries barrage isn't exactly what he had planned in mind when he visited his division most forward unit which operated along the border.

Oh no, that would messed his day in big time; first day in and already a three stars general wounded or worst killed in action, and General Vincent Alvarez found himself secretly thanking God, for he knew that he was lucky; being less than 5 kilometers away when he visited 'the front', if the Burmese-Dominion forces had actually targeted inside the Thailand border, he had no doubt of their devastating effectiveness, however, they didn't.

The torrents of SHELLREP coming in from his forward units all over the border region had stunned him for a moment and jolted his own staff and the regimental CP where he had a surprise visit into frenzy. At first he feared that these were just preparatory fire designed to mask their ground elements maneuver, but then they had not moved forward as they were supposed to made him paused and evaluate the situation - he was ready to reply those pesky mailmen with his own full counter battery! - then surveillance units saw what was actually going on across the border; the Burmese-Dominion were saturating their own piece of land across the border with cluster type munitions.

However some of them had fell inside the Thai territory, and one resulted with an unfortunate and harrowing incident when a small unit patrol found themselves in the middle of that freakish explosive shower, it ended with multiple KIAs when the tiny bomblet landed around them and the only survivor - a young PFC from the home island- missing his limbs and disabled permanently, but before he had to dragged himself two kilometers across the jungle floor on his belly and shattered lower legs in order to report the incident to his CP as their radio were damaged in that nightmare and most importantly to request aid for his severely injured battle buddy who can only wait for casevac that came too late...that poor bastard. Alvarez can only imagine the feelings of that young soldier who tried but failed to secure aid for his buddy; the guilt and anger must be eating him.

But there is more to come, and this Vincent Alvarez had no doubt about it.

"General," the voice of Lieutenant Colonel Young, his aide, was heard from his back, shattering his inner monologue and he was back to reality, the sun were no more, and the surrounding highland was quickly engulfed by darkness.

"Sir, it is 1800 Hour, the mess is ready for our dinner."

"Amazing how it get dark quickly here." He said to no one in particular and slowly turning his back before adding to his aide who stood erect, "Well lets get inside and not let the Major General and Colonels waiting. They must be hungry; I am certainly is."

"Yes, sir." Alvarez strolled leisurely toward the army marquee tent which served as one of his division CP which was situated in a rather secured 50km distant from the 'front' and the short colonel trailed behind.

"Group! Attennnn`TION!" A grizzly Command Master Sergeant bellowed when the sentries open the tent entrance, and senior officers already standing at ease around the U shaped long table with army green table clothing, and in their immaculate and shiny polished boots and field uniform sprang on their feet for their new Corp Commander. A squad of hostess from the service and headquarters company lined behind them, ready to served the group of officers.

Alvarez went straight to the center seat, and picked up the goblet - which unfortunately as per Hukbo regulation and also their nature of being in the field in times of active duty, they was not filled with wine but a cocktail of fresh cold fruit juice - he raised his hand, and the rest of his division officers followed suit.

"Gentlemen, for the Bayan"

"For the Bayan." They said in a chorus and each took a sip.

"Now, gents, I am sure we all wishes this to be filled with something stronger but I supposed but this is all we can expect being in the field." Alvarez said in a rather amused tone and smiled, and the rest simply laughed politely. "But let's be about it gents." The chief steward ring a bell, and the waitressed began serving the dish individually for the senior and general officers after all took their seats.

"Local Thai delicacies, Sir," the rather attractive young sergeant from Service Corps said, and smiled to the general, uncovering the plate for General Alvarez.

"Hmm, Chiang Mai Black pepper chicken and Fried Rice?" Alvarez smiled approvingly. "I smelled Tom Yum as well."

"My Chief Steward is a local Thai, my General." Major General Rodrigo Herman said from his right as Alvarez began to attack his rather sumptuous dinner, and the rest began to enjoy their meal as well, breaking into conversation. Of course those close to the Corp Commander wanted to know their new commanding general better.

"Well, General, if all his cooking is this good I might have to steal him from you." He said, half jokingly.

"Sir, I sure he will be delighted to be promoted to the Corp, in fact I stole him from the local Thai militia myself."

"Well, I suppose I can do it but don't worry, the Corp H&S regiment will be as good as this, I believe"

"They are, general. Your Predecessor had actually develop a great team that went all the way down the command chain."

"Just as General Rodrigo is a hell of a division commander, General." Brigadier General Alexander Santos, one of the Ground Strike Group Commander was clearly following the conversation.

"Well I supposed from what I saw during my visit here, the Bayan is in good hand, at least for this part of the world. Lord only know how bad morale in the Hukbo after we lost Burma several years ago."

"Sir, things are changing, we had two years to reconsolidate our forces after SACTO routed our forces from Burma. We are no longer the same defeated force that had lost Burma to the enemy. In fact most of the officer corps had been replaced completely. You yourself is a prime example of the leadership change that the new Punong is bringing in." Santos said.

"Yes, I supposed so. But I am still young, and compared to you veterans, I am simply the new FNG. I shall have to be tested in trial of combat to prove the success of this leadership changes."

"General Alvarez, from my subordinate praises you seemed to be doing quite well when the enemies shelled the borders. My regimental commander were impressed when he saw you remaining in poised when the border seemed to explode in everyone faces."

"Bah! I was standing on some hill, 4km away from the border. It was stunning at first to hear all those shelling going off above. It was rather ...safe actually." Of course he didnt have to let anyone knows that the Burmese-Dominion effective range goes beyond more than that well inside his own side or that Hukb own artillery can reach up to 10km inside Burma.

"I supposed with all those barrage, our own artillery hunter radar had a good time tracking their batteries, so I should be thanking them instead. Now we should be able to have even better estimate of their own batteries now, where they were and where they might be in the future." Alvarez said in afterthought.

"Yes, general. Though you had me worried as well when we cant raise you on your net. SHELLREP just flooded all the command net." Major General Rodrigo said.

"Well, I believe it was a good eye opening experience to remind me that we are in war zone. Sorry about that, but in case if something stupid happened in my first day in this tour I am sure you can d a swinging job at being acting Corp Commander if my own Chief of Staff couldnt hack it." Alvarez allowed himself a knowing smile.

The dinner continued, and the main dish replaced by dessert and followed by a more solemn 'talk' by the new Corp Commander. But instead the officer became more relaxed. Lieutenant General Vincent Alvarez stood at the center while the rest of his officer remained seated, goblets in their hands and cigars on the other.

"Gentlemen," he said in a rather soft but firm voice, "make no mistake and let there be no doubt about this, the lull that our great Bayan had experienced in the last two years is over and now war is upon us once more. The enemies had gathered on our doors and is coming to destroy the very thing we have come to love, and all that stand between total destructions and death is us, just as we have prepared ourselves over the months since the Fall of Burma, the enemies had prepared as well."

"This theater is in condition GOOD FRIDAY, you know what it means. I expect my officers to give nothing less than their 100%, sooner or later we will be in the fire fight once again but when that moment come we all will be ready. We will defend this nation from its enemies, and gentlemen, this time we shall not retreat because if Thailand falls it will set a domino effect and that will put ur Bayan in grave harm...we cannot allow that. I will not allow that. The rest of the nation is the same, MALAYAN, INDONESIA, TRONESIA...this is where we are going to make our stand...and by God we shall succeed.

"Gentlemen, thank you for having me today I am sure I have kept you from more pressing matter but none of you have complained. I am proud that I Corp is the one responsible for the defense of this province. If everyone is as good as what I have seen today then I pity whoever wish to land their troops on our soil."

"We have lots to do, gentleman, so lets be about it."

by **Inyourfaceistan** » Sun Sep 18, 2016 9:36 pm

Several kilometers north-northeast off the coast of Derby, a single Australian naval asset was given the clear to join the missile strike the Inyurstans had undertaken just moments before. The Adelaide-class frigate, HMAS Darwin, had been retrofitted to partake in the opening salvo for the liberation of the Northern Territory by replacing the usual contents of its 8-cell Mk-41 VLS with the compatible BGM-109 Tomahawk TLAM-C missiles. Four of the eight were launched at Kupang airfield and the other four were launched at Pilar. Considering the ship had a major element of its point defense removed in order to carry the missiles, HMAS Darwin made a hasty retreat back along the coast towards the south...

Out of Queensland the Australian branch of the air attack was coming. 8 FA-18A from RAAF base Schwerger were loaded up for a dual SEAD - air-to-air mission, in addition to two extra fuel tanks on each aircraft. They would cross directly across the water to strike from the east. Down from the south-east, 12 FA-18F from RAAF base Amberly were launched. Four of the upgraded multirole fighters were equipped for a strike mission, including being loaded with two AGM-158 JASSM-ER cruise missiles each, while the rest were armed for an air-to-air mission. These twelve aircraft would be refueled by KC-30A's over Queensland on their way into the Northern Territories. Once within range of the airfield at Darwin 2 but outside the range of Hubko air defenses, the four would launch their JASSM-ER missiles at the airbase defending Darwin 2.

At the crack of dawn, the Australian Army moved into the Asignese occupied region of their homeland. 1st Brigade would attack west from Queensland, while 3rd Brigade would move north from the free but barren reaches of the lower Northern Territory. Both units would work with the Inyurstan brigade to push the Tertenite occupiers north up the peninsula before converging on Darwin 2 and driving out the invaders. Australian units would also seek to liberate the slave workers in this area and turn them against their Asignese oppressors.

Meanwhile, the residents of Old Darwin had been discontent for some time now, even by the admission of the Asignese occupiers. People were now taking to the streets, demanding the retreat of the occupation force and the return of this land to their Australian nationality. What arms they could find were being gathered, molotovs being prepared and readied; roadblocks being set up to slow the progress of the inevitable police response. Riots were nothing new to this city, and once again they would ensue. The only thing different about these bouts of unrest is that they had an end in sight - the Australian waiting at the gates to drive the invaders from their land and liberate their people - and unbeknownst to the rioters the army and its powerful Inyurstan allies were racing towards them at this very moment...

by **Alaskan Democratic Federative Republic** » Sat Sep 24, 2016 12:39 pm

by **Philippine bayan** » Sun Oct 02, 2016 7:51 pm

The war, day 3

Protesters stay in EDSA to protest support for a "revenge war" against
the perpetrators of the terrorist attacks

Still, the anti terror protestors had stayed. But Timente excused himself shortly after he ended his little speech leaving the protesters to be entertained with other speakers who were calling for recruits to their different volunteer paramilitary organizations that were going to Burma to fight or at least aid the Hukbo and allied forces in the war effort there. After the different speech of the recruiters which was followed by massive registrations and draftings towards the different paramilitaries, especially by those people who were deemed to be "too young" by the Hukbo or at least physically unfit, an interfaith mass was then held followed by several intermission numbers. The entire protest event in EDSA then turned into one huge miting de avance in support for the war. Despite the massive attendance towards EDSA, citizens were still continuously called to attend the meeting in even larger numbers to unite "in prayer" for the war against Burma and the forces backing the communist evil there, specifically Martinezism.
There were reports however of rising anti Burmese sentiment and anti Latino sentiment but major figures, including the government, in fear that another Sunogabi-esque riot might ensue, urged the public not to equate this terror attack as a matter of race but rather of political ideals.

Timente meanwhile, left quickly back for Clark to check on the immediate results of the Burma campaign. He kept close contacts with the military authorities in Zamboanga as well as in Thailand and the rest of the coral triangle through live feeds in his office. From the initial "softening strikes", results were highly disappointing with little impact to the situation in the border. In fact, the border had only become an even deadlier place for ground troops after the bombardment but Timente was soon informed that the first bombardment had largely been a psychological tactic rather than an actual military one as well as being a "test run" for the bayan's two stage jet cruise missiles. The results of a high penetration rate of 98% in Burma as seen in the effectiveness in paralyzing the infrastructure of Rangoon had then gave the R & D team the go signal to let the M-4.7s into service, a missile that was co produced with the M-4.5 but whose air frame was heavily modeled after the old Hudian stealth jet fighter bomber models which were never used by the bayan due to their impractical nature and usage of a propulsion system that is still heavily experimental in nature. Meanwhile, for the M-5 which was described to be a purely "smart and automated robotic missile" was still in the assembly and trials stage, it was a weapon considered to be heavily useless by the high command yet the R & D continued to push through with the project anyway under the notion that it will make a missile "impervious to jamming" and "smart enough to evade all kinds of countermeasures against it". Although not a big fan of the project since it was stepping into the field of robotics, a field which seemed to be unreliable for use in this war in the short run, Eluide continued to support it out of the mere notion that encouragement of innovation no matter how useless, drives creation.

For much of the war effort, Timente had largely left the task to the bayan high command and the other organizations tasked for keeping the war effort in shape. He would only intervene so rarely personally admitting that he himself had no military experience at all. When he does intervene however, it would only be on the strategic level, at the grand scheme of things that involves politicking stuff so that the overall legitimacy of the war effort will remain inviolate. In ensuring that everything worked like clockwork at the tactical level was left to the experts. The president had to resist the urge to intervene based on his self described "irrational" fears that his own Henerals would betray him arguing that it would be on their conscience to betray a nation they have sword to protect under oath.

Timente's relative inactivity from the war effort aside from regularly calling for "status checks" from his little residence at Clark to see the progress of the Hukbo and the war effort, had left the feeling that no one was leading the war effort at all. The units were only guided by a specific set of strategies laid out by the initial planning stage and how to implement it would be left to their own initiative. In short, everyone was already familiar with what to do but no one was really telling the entire Hukbo force how to do it making command and control heavily dispersed amongst the tiny little units of the bayan. Even from Heneral Eluide's perspective, he is not in entirely in charge of the military aspect of the war effort since he was still guided by the economists at NEDA through the "tolerance level" of the operations he is planning so that the allied efforts would be spread so thinly hence preventing a strain in production while the other members of the different units such as the intelligence and the science team would only consult operations with the high command but never really take orders from each other. This was to prevent a paralysis in the war effort should Heneral Eluide somehow be incapacitated from leadership. The motto of the way the war effort was coordinated was this: "United, Coordinated but never subjugated."

This was the way it has been before Terten and is the way it should be since the military is more effective if the professionals are allowed to flourish in their own field without any intervention from irrationally paranoid politicians. It was the price the president had to pay, power, in exchange for efficiency and an innovative initiative of the rank and file runts. To make things even better, the president, uncommon of him, had allowed the military oath to be twisted so that it wasn't personalized to the president and the party alone anymore and rather, to the flag and only to the flag, hence lifting the spirits of the bayan's fighters who will fight with courageousness and enthusiasm regardless of their political alignment - just as long as it's not destructively extremist of course.

Soon enough, reports came to the high command of the different allied states of the shootdown of the Islandic "stealth" reconnaissance aircraft south of the island of Java, a shootdown that occurred even before the Islanders/Islandic will get a pixel of a picture of the bayan and allied defenses, a report which did not bother the high command nor any other military strategist one bit as it was expected the enemy would resort to these kinds of measures knowing that their foes had prepared a huge array of defenses which are waiting for their arrival at nearly every angle they could think of. But it did confirm the high command's assumption that the enemy is indeed building up on the south in preparation for something big which of course, is the invasion of Indonesia for whatever reason it may be. The thought amused the admiral Jon Meier who himself had a lot of experience in Amphibious campaigns. He knows that the enemy's ordeal will be tough since an amphibious campaign isn't something that could be done so easily like a land invasion. Citing intel about the nature of the Unified Isles's military, it was clear that their military wasn't ready for this kind of herculean task as most of their military experience, if there are even any that is worth noting is rooted from a land based tradition while heavily neglecting their sea and air components. Even though he made a bet that should the Islanders will burn simply out of inexperience should they push through, he still hadn't ruled them out as a threat since the prepared operation plans were determined to deal with the (highly improbable) possibility that the Islandic/Islander (there is still massive debate by the Hukbo strategists about what is the proper demonym they could use to address the nation's forces since the Islander/Islandic military hasn't really done anything notable throughout its existence hence little is known about the nation) military would magically become very a competent naval and aerial fighter. Nevertheless, Meier did express respect for the fighters of this nation knowing that despite the odds against them, they are still determined to push through. But as reality dictates, determination alone isn't enough for victory. One may have a determination burning with the fire of a thousand suns but when one's body has been damaged and crippled, it will stay damaged and crippled.

If there was anyone who benefited from the Islandic operation it would be no other than the bayan itself who has gained access to stealth technology of their foes or even better, access to the pilots for questioning. Responding to the shootdown of enemy recon aircraft near their own shores, a fleet of a dozen Boeing CH-47 Chinooks were immediately dispatched by the Indonesian coast guard to the determined locations of the recon aircraft after they had crashed. The response would be quick since they could not afford to let the enemy simply escape, if they are still alive with the help of the Indian ocean's sea currents. This search operation would definitely be a challenge since it would happen at night. However, the Indonesian coast guard had little hopes they would even be found since as reports suggest, the recon planes took a direct disintegrating hit at their fuselage hence eliminating the possibility of any survivors to be found. Should the enemy even survive by hiding from the rescue operations due to their fanatic disposition to stay true to keeping this mission a secret in the service of some back water empire, they could only hope that the cyclonic waters of the Indian ocean would spare them the regular terrifying monsoon tempests that happen in the vicinity of the equatorial level sea.

The public went wild with the news of the shootdown of the reconnaissance plane furthering the intelligence reports publicly issued by the Kalihiman that SACTO and affiliated forces were in fact, aiding the communists in the war hence furthering support to treat the pro-Martinezist and communists with no distinction between one another, regardless of whether they will shoot each other in the battlefield or not. The public immediately went to the internet to mock the "stealth" reconnaissance done by the Islander/Islandic aircraft. The different independent military analysts then came to a conclusion that the Islander's/Islandic's notion that the magic of "stealth" will save them from all harm clearly shows their relative inexperience to the physics involved in the micro level and hence their relative backwardness in terms of their understanding of military technology. It was clear, as the military analysts postulate, that they still have a long way to go before they could even become a worthy combatant in this war. In response to the ever increasingly true notion that SACTO was indeed desperate for the bayan's downfall that they would use communists as a pawn of their plans, some citizens went even as far as publishing articles to determine why the Martinezists should be tried with the same crimes as the communists.

Immediately, every allied force opposing the Martinezist and communist endeavors then increased their attention to the south in anticipation that something big was going to come from there while retaining the level of current attention to the other fronts of the war as well. It was clear that sooner or later, in an irrational move, the Islanders may still continue to attack if they still haven't gotten the message that this war wasn't a place for unbaptized newcomers like them to be simply dilly dallying about. The bigger threat however was the notion that the Islanders/Islandics were not operating alone but were simply doing recon to assist a force of another nation. The Indonesian army then went on a bigger red alert alongside the Hukbo in anticipation for whatever may be coming from the south.

Metro Manila area

The Islanders however, were not alone in reinforcing the idea that the communists and the Martinezists were in fact allied, the New Yamans were also there. The Hukbo, the moment the reports came that an intruding submarine was detected at the bay and was being engaged, all eyes by the public were not only on the response to the preceding communists terror attacks but also to the engagement with the New Yaman submarine which was described to be a "base of coordination" to help the communists succeed in their campaigns. The Kalihiman and the bayan's as well as allied intelligence bodies was fully convinced this was so since the submarine came to broadcast radio signals in an attempt to instigate unrest before the attacks came. Hence, it was clear that it was the New Yamans, Quardiya's henchmen who had helped coordinate the attacks.

At live television, all eyes were on the battle for the Manila bay. The battle to destroy the suspected perpetrators of the horrible communist attacks. Many in the public had drew comparisons that this was the bayan's 9-11 against communism and the Martinezist agents siding with them. In social media, calls to #purifyburma became trending in the bayan but within an hour of the submarine battle in the Manila bay, #purifyyama came close to the popularity of the first hashtag.

Some curious citizens look to the night sky as it is lit up
by the combined missile barrages from enemy Tomahawks and bayan SAMs

Within seconds short of the New Yaman submarine's inevitable demise, the communications team immediately intercepted an unknown radio signal which was well within the frequencies they detected the submarine was propagating. It immediately became evident that the enemy was attempting something out of desperation rather than as a measure for their survival. If they can't continue their operations, it will be clear they will at least do something to make their efforts not done in vain. The surrounding forces were instantly alarmed before suddenly, out of the calm waters of the Manila bay, an eruption of pillars of fire and smoke shot from the surface of the bay high into the sky before going on a straight line just a few meters above the water accelerating straight to the direction of the metropolis. The GS was immediately alarmed, as the radars of the ships in the bay and associated aerial assets caught the incoming threat coming from the horizon making out of the automated RCs evaluation, the enemy submarine fired 40 subsonic BGM-109 Tomahawk Cruise Missiles into the air.

The action suddenly lit up the night sky as the barrage of 40 missiles left a stream of fire and glowing contrails behind it. Residents from all over the metropolis and the bay suddenly rush outside to look at the fascinating display of lights in the horizon facing the bay that were coming closer towards their direction. Everyone knows this was an enemy attack as the air raid sirens suddenly bared all over the city. People quickly rushed for the bombardment shelters nearest to their respective areas but some did not take cover, especially those among the people who were well versed of their nation's defense capabilities knowing they were under the protection of the CORTDECOM, the Coral Triangle Defense command's defenses. Some of the citizens, who were designated to their respective Agpalo militia units even went as far as readying their MANPADs aiming their weapons for the sky to shoot down the missiles should the defenses of the bayan be not enough but of course, everyone knows that this move was simply a morale booster by those among their fellow citizens who tell the others not to back down rather as something that actually makes sense in this situation.

Quwardiya was shadily smart as evident with his planning of having a backup should his plan A fail, but by Timente's standards he was still stupid. No amount of attacks by Quwardiya would be able to change his opinion of him as simply "an Admiral who knows of nothing but to sink whatever ship is under his command". However, it is very clear that the enemy is very illiterate of the nature of the defenses the bayan has in store since the moment unauthorized missile launches were detected by the wide spectral radar network of the homebound detection systems, the networked ground based air defenses of the bayan were immediately armed into action. Since the speed of the cruise missiles and the distance of their targets, the missiles will have at least 2 minutes to hit their targets which is enough time for a response. The moment the tomahawks reach within 20 kilometers, within 20 seconds, the launched mach 2 9M96 interceptor missiles, a maximum of 5 on each missile from the anti aerial platforms of the Aklan-KK kor in the Metropolis alone would fly towards a "rendezvous point" of a second in front of their target dictated by passive locators and missile guidance radars, the same method used by the Iron Dome's ballistics trajectory calculations to shoot down the Grad missiles. A warhead of 24 kilogram directed detonation explosives would detonate directly in front of the intruding missiles ensuring their destruction. For this endeavor alone, a total of 200 missiles would be launched before immediately reloaded should the New Yamanese once again conjure more attacks.

Meanwhile, back to the onlookers down below, they would see an awe striking fireworks of SAMs engaging the subsonic tomahawks would occur. Cheers of approval and awe then erupted from onlookers who were hungry for justice towards the enemy. It was clear that despite the best pathetic efforts of Quardiya, resilient Manila will escape unscathed by Martinezism much to the dismay of the tyrants and terrorist sponsors who wish to deal as much damage to the bayan as possible simply because of its righteous crusade against them. The entire Metropolis which the enemy is targeting is now being deafened by roars from missile launchers all over as one after the other, masses of SAMs were fired into the sky by the multitudes.

Immediate indirect casualties came about, but not as a result of the missile strikes and it was 15 people who died from heart attacks in shock of the scale of the missile attacks and 3 more who fell from the rooftops of buildings as they tried to get the best view of a selfie with the background of the missiles behind them. Even though the fault was purely on these people for failing to take care of their health hence weakening their heart and their safety since they climbed to the roofs without fear for the consequences, the casualties were still determined to be "war crimes" by the Hukbo high command and the Philippine red cross who was monitoring the casualties on the grounds that the missiles "caused them to die one way or another". If the attack had achieved anything significant, it was the message that the bayan was officially at war with people who were threatening to strike the homeland, not only fight them in some war front abroad. This was an enemy with a determination and tenacity to its barbaric goal which the bayan never encountered since Chosan under Tie Laohu. With these round of obviously failed attacks that had only been successful in murdering innocents than actually accomplishing any military goal, it was clear to the people now that they were at war and due to the enemy's nature, this was a war that had to be won.

But sadly, despite the air defenses already being laid out as it is. Some of Quwardiya's missiles still unfortunately able to punch through. Out of the 40 missiles launched, roughly 12 were still able to penetrate the bayan's defenses confirming the operator's assumptions that success rate of the homeland anti intrusion systems were still at 70-80%, falling way behind their expectations at 95%. They still had a long way to go.

Rosa's house, Pasay city, Metro Manila area

Rosa's familiar house at Pasay city

Ever since Rosa had left the bayan for Kirishima, the house had been left in the care of her close colleague Christine Gonzales, who has at the same time also taken Rosa's place as foreign ministress of the bayan. The woman was paid 800 pesos ($400 USD) by Rosa herself on Christine's account through BPI branches in Kirishima for everyday she stayed. For many of her friends back at Pasay, the full nature of the circumstances that surrounded her departure. The bespectacled woman was simply heard disappearing from the bayan one night leaving only a letter announcing her unanimous resignation from her post and a letter for her friends assigning them to their new tasks. Nobody has ever heard of the woman ever since she had begun to have her meetings with Karten. Gossips begun to arise that she run away because of the former foreign ministress having an affair on the former KK chief who is already known to be married but Rosa's friends knew better and were quick on dismissing these rumors. Rosa had in fact, slipped into Kirishima announcing that she will be there for a "vacation" when in fact, she will be there to hide from the Kalihiman and continue her investigations on Terten's plans with Karten.

Due to the declaration of war due to the surprise terror attacks by the enemy on innocent civilians in the bayan, many of Rosa's friends decided to stay at her house with Christine's approval.

The windows of the house were wrapped with blast tape. Despite them being nearly half an inch thick and being made of plexiglass (Rosa had the old glass replaced due to them breaking as a result of street urchins and hooligans throwing rocks at her windows just to make fun of her) Her other friends including Felip, the young diplomat guy who is usually mistaken as a girl due to his unnaturally baby face had helped her in securing a lot of the appliances in the house inside boxes which were in turn tied to the walls to prevent them from being knocked over when the chaos gets hot. They had to evacuate from their houses due to the fact that they were near the designated danger zones in the metropolis, zones that are designated as most likely targets for aerial bombardment such as military facilities, the airports, KK facilities and government buildings.

It would be their first night at Rosa's house when Christine would not feel sleeping like everyone else was. The young woman, in order to deal with her insomnia, climbed to the rooftop bringing a banig (mat) with her and laid it out down on the floor where should would lie down to watch the stars above.

Despite being in the metropolis, traffic was relatively silent than usual with only distant ambulances making a sound through the crickets and crows of the night. It was hard seeing the constellations as the clouds and some of the silent gigantic Dangan airships on cargo transfer and patrol duty flying above would obscure the view of the night sky. Christine then attempted to find her favorite constellation, the big dipper, but gave up once she knew the light pollution was making stars very hard to be seen.

The night was very boring and to make things worse she could hardly even sleep. If Rosa was around, she thought, the two would have been talking about plenty of stuff now until they would knock their lights out. It's the only thing that could make her genuinely sleep.

Rosa. She wondered where the woman could be. And why she even left. Christine was too smart to see through the poorly crafted lie called "vacation". The foreign ministress was such a powerful position that it determined to direction of the bayan's foreign relations with the world and no one could just throw that away so easily for a vacation, knowing the pay of the post was worth the tons of paperwork and meetings.

Her phone would then vibrate on her pocket.

"Hello." She answered.

"Christine. Ako to... Si Rosa." A familiar voice said.

"Rosa?!" Christine screamed. If she was only one decibel louder, she would have people from the house on the other side of the street wake up and sermon her for waking them up. "PUTA KA ROSA!" Christine could hardly contain her joy as she was already jumping in joy enough that her high heels were pounding the floor to the point the hanging lights on the bedroom below her would be shaking.

"I know i know i shouldn't have left without a trace."

"Why are you calling me from another number? What's wrong with you!? Why did you leave?"

"Ssssh.... They're monitoring me. We shouldn't talk for so long."

"Who?"

"You know..." Rosa cleared her throat. "The directorate."

Christine knew something is terribly wrong once she heard the name "directorate" as no one would have the Kalihiman chasing them unless if something really bad had just happened.

"Bunani... What kind of trouble did you land yourself this time." Christine felt a migraine coming as she started to walk around in circles. "Are you doing drugs?"

"What? No silly... Let's just say i just discovered the deepest secret that will potentially change the world as we know it and that the Kalihiman is out for my throat because of that."

"Should i start looking for new friends?"

"Over my corpse." The bespectacled woman on the other side of the phone scoffed. "Can i ask you a favor?"

"Sure! Anything. Just make sure i doesn't having to jump over hot coals okay?" However, internally, Christine was groaning.

"A bit... Please. It's just simple. Just don't get caught and you'll be fine."

"Get to the point. I hope this doesn't have anything to do with you doing drugs okay?"

"You know the Tiazon family right?"

"Yes, my uncle's a lawyer of the Tiazons. We get along a lot. Wait... they're from the yellows right? Dilawan ka na ba?" She said as the Tiazons were a very powerful aristocratic family that is a major backer of the opposition party the Traditional party, more commonly known as 'the Yellow party' or the 'dilaws' in Tagalog. "Are you planning a coup?"

"I need to maintain my connections with them. Perhaps i should tell you about what me and Karten have been planning."

"Tama, because you're really starting to confuse me."

"It's a plan for my own survival. Basically, the Kalihiman wants me dead."

Christine did know that Rosa was being serious but the thought of some clumsy and goofy little girl suddenly becoming a most wanted person of a very powerful intelligence and anticrime organization made her snicker a bit. "Sorry, i just couldn't help it."

She continued. "You do know of their power right? If the Kalihiman wanted you dead you should've been disposed of the moment you stepped down on Heiwa-"

"-Anyhow. Somehow they don't want the secret out. Which is why the people we keep meeting are often killed." "We had to change our names and our addresses. I even have to wear this freaking realistic skin mask."

"What's your fake name?"

"Pokey Magiting."

There were a few moments of silence between the two that Rosa nearly thought she got cut off.

"And you had to pick the ugliest name in the book."

"I'm not creative, don't judge...... So anyway, if i'm going to survive i need as many connections as possible to offer me secret passages around the world."

"And the Tiazons have a lot of connections to transport companies as well... That's kinda good plan... Except."

"Except what?"

"The Kalihim-"

"Christine Christine Christine.... I'm a graduate of the Kalihiman myself."

"Yeah but you quit."

"Whatever. The law does state that no illegitimate or unauthorized personnel is to work within the confines of private institutions. And the Tiazons have their own private army for security."

"The parliamentary elections are coming soon and i'm the only one who could bring up the truth."

"I see. I'm calling my uncle as soon as i hang up okay?"

"Good. Please take care of Tess-Tess for me okay? Only buy the food listed at the menu's at the list i magneted at the fridge."

"I saw." Lies. Christine broke a sweat remembering she had just threw the said piece of paper to the bin during the time she took a huge sandwich from the fridge.

"Do you visit him often?"

"He lives with me now."

"Good good.. How's life there? Is everyone back there okay?"

"We're fine. No one's shooting one another yet even though we're at full scale war. But tonight the entire team is going to be staying at your house."

"Huh why?"

"Your house is basically far from the danger zones and it's quite sturdy so it's the safest place to hide when the missiles come crashing down."

Christine then walked to the living room where she saw a book named "Rosa's diary", opening it.

"And don't worry, we're not going to touch any of your stuff."

The woman started to snicker as she skimmed through all the weird secrets and fetishes of her friend in the diary. Silently composing herself, she continued.

"Even though your windows don't need them, we still placed them with some blasting tape. Where do you buy this kind of glass?"

"Ace Hardware sells lots of them."

"Aren't you worried that the K's are going to intercept this call?"

"We don't have to. Because of the war, the Kalihiman has no time for looking someone as insignificant as me." "They're diverting their attention to the war effort."

"Smart girl."

"No, Karten's the one guiding my communications so we're sure that both of us don't give away from our covers."

"Okay, better not do what i won't do-" In just a flash, Christine flew to the air and was knocked down on the floor. The windows swelled for a brief moment as a loud explosive crack thundered from all over. The blackness outside the window was immediately illuminated by whatever had just happened outside.

For a moment, Christine's ears ringed as the woman sat up smelling gunpowder. The first thing she did was to grab her phone.

"Shet. What was that?" A panicked Rosa answered. "I heard a blast!"

"Me too, i'm going out side. Must be a gas explosion."

Making her way out of the door, she saw that the large overpass just a few meters across the street had just collapsed and was burning. The house beneath it was pancaked under the huge pile of broken concrete and rebar. It was in flames.

"Well?"

"You know Taft pilar station right?"

Christine didn't wait for an answer. "It's burning."

"Isn't that just a few meters from there?" The woman asked in audible disbelief.

"Yeah, and shit, the fire's huge."

Suddenly, multiple streaks zoomed overhead like meteors. But there was an audible sounds of jet engines that was heard briefly before disappearing into silence followed by loud booms moments later. Just to her right, Christine found out that a hospital had been hit by whatever it was, but it was clearly an enemy attack.

"Oh my god. Diyos. A hospital's burning. OMG. I saw something zoom... like a rocket."

"What? Artillery?"

"It's a missile!"

"What does the news say?"

"Teka muna, let me see." The woman then grabbed her other phone and tapped on her news text news app. Many people began tweeting of words like "enemy attack" and "missile barrage" but the top news caught her attention: There was an enemy submarine at the Manila bay.

"It's starting. There's a submarine at the Manila bay. It's not ours.. enemy submarine."

"Better call the bumberos."

"I should hang up now. Are you going to be okay?"

"Yes, i will. How about you?"

"Bye Rose. Yes, we will. I mean, the explosions didn't break any of your windows."

"I was very correct to trust Ace Hardware."

All programs throughout the bayan were then briefly interrupted by a public announcement directly from the parliament itself at Clark Green city to declare the effects of what has been described as a "blood bath". The casualties were listed along with the names of those identified to be among them whether killed, hospitalized. Although there were many more people who sustained minor injuries (the definition of minor injuries are those people who are injured yet are still conscious enough to survive them), the sheer number of them meant that they had to be disregarded from the news or the announcement itself would be 2 hours long. In total, there were 23 people killed while 30 more would be hospitalized. The missiles were able to punch through due to a mere mistake of the interceptor guidance's calculations by mere decimals and one system that crashed due to either overheating or some bug from taking on so many missiles at once. The most number of casualties were sustained from a single hospital in which 1 tomahawk tore through 3 floors, destroying a total of 4 hospital rooms and collapsing a roof on a hallway filled with busy nurses, patients and other civilian people. An attack that killed 15 people in total and injuring 47.

Other damages was on a water treatment plant, where fortunately no one got killed due to its employees having their day off for this day, a highway, hitting a bus stop killing 2 bystanders and 1 policeman. A pile of container vans that contained textiles and some copper wires causing the fire at the sea port to emanate a beautiful green flame. Two of the missiles hit the left wing of the department of agriculture and land reform building causing damage to some unique specimens developed for "anti drought farming" and "rice more nutritious than wheat" that was supposed to be shipped to Vietnam for field testing. 2 janitors were instantly killed as the shrapnel from the blast tore nasty holes in their body while many more workers of the department were injured. The other targets were basically spared, most notably the Punungan palace due to the density of aerial defenses there and its relatively ideal defensible position deep inland. About 9 kilometers deep within AA territory in the province of Cavite.

Nevertheless, despite the relatively meager casualties, the public was still very shocked that despite the fact that they were heavily away from the danger zones or military targets, they were still unsafe from enemy attack. It seemed to many now that the enemy wasn't keen on making a military advantage anyhow, but rather, keen on killing as many people as possible.

Realizing that the enemy would have no qualms in treating civilians as targets, in response to the attacks, 3 Vino (Fury) Type 3 SPAAGs were lined up on each and every future target such as hospitals, evacuation centers, public halls, malls, parks and even the zoos so as to provide increased anti intrusion coverage. A new directive was then launched by the Hukbo high command: Destroy every unauthorized submarine that is detected in the bayan's territorial waters with the rationale that safety of civilians must be assured. Although the order did not make any sense since Timente's KYPOD policy was already designed to encompass unauthorized intrusions and military operations of even allied forces or their own nations.

Fajardo Nilaga, an opposition politician from the Traditionalist party, a former military veteran himself, upon receiving word that Manila had just been bombed then made a statement on the first hour of the convention of the house of representatives.

"The battle of Whiteshore and Lebanon are over... Now, we face the clash for the bayan. With the enemy desiring to terminate the final obstacle against their desire for world domination, us.

The success of this battle solely depends on our faith on the survival of our civilization. The trust we put on the very foundations that makes men reasonable and civil. The enemy, with their incoming hordes of cultural repression and demand that all must be in line with the wishes of their dictators and puppet dictators which they install through terrorism, will soon turn the full might of their war machines and their networks of terror against us. Martinez knows that he will have to kill all of us, Filipinos, in this very archipelago we call home... or lose his chances for control of the earth.

If we are able to survive this, then the world, the nations that they went subdued under their repression will be free from this unprecedented threat that calls itself Martinezism.

But if not, then all of the world, including our free neighbors of Kirishima shall find themselves alone in their struggles for the perseverance of rights and democracy, and therefore sink into the dark ages where only the perverted culture permitted by the dictator shall reign and the unwanted way of life by the free shall be extinguished.

Hitherto, there has never been a better way to show our commitment not only to the motherland, but also to the very freedoms and liberties we hold paramount whether it be freedom from the Imperialism of the other or from being killed due to practicing a religion, a way of life or voicing an opinion unwanted by the dictator.

Everything that shall happen in this battle will determine the conditions of now and forever."

PARLIAMENTARY RESOLUTION 298

By order of the congressonary, the embodiment of the will of the Filipino bayan. The Greater Philippine bayan hereby orders the Hukbo to treat the military forces of New Yama and Vietnam as forces hostile to the bayan and mark their every action as detrimental to regional security and stability. In accordance with this general order the Hukbo is hereby ordered to do everything in its power to neutralize this relentless terrorist sponsoring threat to the bayan.

This general order also approves access to all the legitimacy of all military operations against the nation in accordance to the state of war declared by parliament between SACTO and their affiliated Martinezist and communist states and entities.

MABUHAY!

APRUBADO NG KONGRESO

SIGNATURA NI
ADRIANO TIMENTE
ANG PANGULO NG BAYAN

"What the hell DINA!?" - Meanwhile in the bayan economic sphere

Only minutes after the little episode at Manila, Vietnam struck.

Then, the Philippine chamber of commerce immediately convened after an artificial sell off was reported by the Hatayans. Needless to say, the Kalihiman did not regard it as a threat to the war effort a single bit and their efforts were not met by concern but rather, laughter as the methods of the DINA would not force a pullout of investors and would leave the exchange rates relatively the same. In fact, if there were anyone whose exchange rates would falter, it would be that of the Kirishinans. The Kirishinan economy will take the full brunt of this operation that would leave collateral damage not to the bayan and its allies, but rather, the friends of SACTO itself. Due to the large number of loans borrowed from the bayan from the investor's origins, the debt to GDP ratio of those countries will increase and the economy of those nations in fact, will be owned more by the bayan who now has the power to take away the assets of those nations or at least, those of the investors simply because they borrowed some money only to never return it. This was in fact very beneficial to the bayan economy since it provided an outlet for more hot money to come into the nation hence bolstering the war effort even more comparable to an indirect foreign investment. Cuscatlan and its friends will die simply out of their own stupidity. Remarked the economists, much to the laughter of the PCC, NEDA, EDF and others. The bayan has not been weakened by this blunder but rather, empowered especially since there is a policy by the Bangko Sentral that if loans to the bayan were not paid for by their original borrowers, the responsibility would fall on the government of the nations who happen to be the origins of the absentee borrowers. Cuscatlan would have to reverse what they had done or it would be their proxies who would move closer into the bayan's sphere of economic influence such as how China could own the US economy because of simple things like debt. It looks as if the bayan did not need to even step up their "buy war bonds" campaign since they already had other entities to their buy bonds for them. However, knowing the volatile nature of these debts, NEDA decides not to capitalize on the bonds but rather, isolate it in the country's "national piggy bank". In the end, it will be the Kirishinan economy which will suffer. Thanks to some "legitimate" borrowers of money from the Philippine stock market.

Responding to the sudden inflow of borrowers to the Bayan peso currency through the Makati stock exchange's foreign borrowers union (the bayan's equivalent to wall street), the Bangko Sentral quickly raised interest rates to contracts issued to the foreign borrowers at a whooping 5% monthly. While doing this move, the NEDA deputies jokingly berated the other deputy who directed this increase in interest rates.

"That's a very Chinese thing to do." The deputy said pointing out the stiffness of this business deal was.

This economic war is to be quickly won by the bayan simply if Cuscatlani actions were to continue. This speculative attacks had turned out to be one of the biggest investment drives to the bayan economy making it clear that the enemy wasn't really well versed in the context of economics. This particularly made the enemy, specifically Cuscatlan, Quirina or Nihon, which was described to be the best suspects for the attack attempt due to their history of making non conventional attacks in the bayan in the form of trolling and shutting off the the bayan's internet reliant infrastructure through hacking attacks.

Trisha Rodriguez, the head of the Kalihiman then convened in a closed door meeting with the members of the Philippine chamber of commerce, the self proclaimed oldest business chamber in Asia. The close door meeting was quickly held in the Ayuntamiento building as a meeting between economists and the bayan's intelligence with the agenda of security of economic activity in the bayan even during war time.

The attempted speculative attack, which intel suspected Nihonese involvement due to its relative significant presence in neighboring Kirishima became part of the discussion but it was not treated with a serious tone but rather laughter and squeals of delight.

"They are dumb in economics." The Kalihiman's head remarked.

"Kinda like the communists...." One of the bankers stated.

The two then gasped realizing that this simply makes the notion that Martinezists are actually simply hooliganistic communists even stronger due to their relative stupidity in economics and other areas apart from the military.

"The enemy is communist confirmed." Gasped Rodriguez in a sarcastic mood. Although Rodriguez really did not have to state this since everyone knows that SACTO being communist, this was already very obvious.

The Kalihiman quickly convened to discuss the proper response for the "attacks" (the Kalihiman refused to call it attacks since the actions of the DINA and affiliated governments were favorable to the bayan). One of the suggestions by the agents was to respond by stepping up the campaign to let foreigners invest in the bayan but another was that it was time for SACTO to know what a real attack looks like. A real financial attack.

Back at Quezon city in a subterranean office with a structural complexity that rivals no other structure in the bayan except for the subterranean factories, powerplants and the HHQ, the Kalihiman's planners quickly went into action to update their contingency plans that is perfect for this specific goal. The intelligence organization had been planning for this attack for so long, an attack to cripple a nation's economy simply using the technology of print and of course, hacking rather than utilizing a network of fake borrowers and "entrepreneurs", this operation wasn't going to be as costly and was relatively simple. Originally, this plan was hatched to destroy the United Left but was scrapped after the UL was no longer considered to be a threat to the bayan although ever since Burma and Lebanon, there have been multiple times that this plan would be considered as a "delaying tactic" hence to buy the bayan some more time to rebuild and rearm amidst being suddenly surrounded by all kinds of enemies but now, things were different since the bayan was rebuilt and rearmed under Timente so this operation will not be only used as a delaying tactic as originally planned, but ultimately as an offensive tactic that will redetermine the balance of power in the world. However, before Rodriguez could even begin, an adjutant came into their tiny meeting room declaring that the bayan was under "massive attack". The sudden news made the Kalihiman officers jump from their desks and Trisha to push herself away from the table to the point that she nearly fell backwards sitting on her chair.

It had only been a few minutes since the attack by Quardya's henchmen and now Vietnam had struck the bayan.

It made the people start to question as to how many nations were actually involved in the communist terror attacks. There were many more without a doubt as the communist terror attacks could not have happened without massive outside coordination by so many nations.

Scum... was the word commonly used to described the enemy now that it had become a widely accepted fact that the communist terror attacks were not only an indirect consequence of Martinezist sponsored insurrections in Burma, but it was the preliminary strike of the enemy to ensure that the bayan will divert its attention from its bigger enemies by having to deal with smaller ones in a distance to close for comfort.

It was no surprise since the Vietnamese had long saw themselves as a rival to the Philippines and at times, a loyal ally to the causes of SACTO. The Kalihiman as well as the Hukbo's field intel had long saw this coming simply based on reports that the Vietnamese had bought large amounts of Nihonese equipment to the point that such a transaction could no longer be kept from the eyes of the Kalihiman for after all, ASEAN, to which the bayan is an obedient member of alongside Thailand under the young eccentric king Bhumibol II (known as Maha Vajiralongkorn originally but changed his name to honor his father), corporatist Malaysia, Indonesia, Singapore, the Sultanate of Brunei, Tronesia and even the Yemeni Emirate, had controlled the strategic straits leading to Vietnam making Vietnam inherently at the mercy of the opinions of the bayan and her allies. Although it would seem that Vietnam did not really paid much attention to the consequences of their own actions. Many have thought it must be the communist Martinezist disease that had made them Gungho about participating this war. It was after all, the natural trait of Martinezists to not think of the long term and only act in absolute shortsightedness. It may be because the Vietnamese were heavily emboldened that they had taken control of the entire Spratlys and Paracel island network during the mid 2030s thinking that those few agglomeration of low lying rocks, that were quickly sinking in the warming earth would be enough to turn them into kind of some superpower. Vietnam as it seems was now in the Kalihiman's list of targets to destroy in this operation that would be known as Pandora, which was supposed to be the official operation name for any anti-Unified Isles operations due to their foolishness of participating this war not knowing of what would be waiting for them, but it seems that this name is also perfect to describe the circumstances involving Vietnam's actions and its consequences right now.

Unless the Vietnamese were paying attention to the events surrounding Guadalupador, they would know that the area surrounding their targets were being kept close watch by a large force of radar surveillance planes such as the Boeing 737 AEW&C that were patrolling in the bayan's EEZ as well as freedom of aerial navigation operations conducted by the Bayan coast guard's 202 Cemjanvecr (Silverfish) Patrol ships and Westland WS-61 Sea Kings AEWCHs in the South China sea and it was so ever since the beginning the bayan had access to patrol craft and intensified during the operations to enrage Chosan under Tie. Coupled with SAT intel and OTH intel, the bayan new precisely were the Vietnamese were hiding its fleets in every inch of the South China regardless of whether they were moving or not and not only that, their fixed bases in the South China sea as well. The moment the Vietnamese shot the bayan, they just shot themselves. Whoever was ruling from Hanoi or Saigon, were signing their death warrants as they decided to participate the war in the wrong side, the wrong place and the wrong time.

Back at his office, Timente, who heard the news of the incoming missiles only smiled knowing that the first phase of the scenarios he prophesied had come to fruition on its own accord. Much thanks to the heavens, the shaggy haired president thought, for it was now on their side. Although the real nature of his plans, he would only keep to himself. However, Timente's daydreaming would soon be shattered once the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of the calendar. It was only a few weeks left before the parliamentary elections! His heart skipped a beat.

by **Philippine bayan** » Sun Oct 02, 2016 7:51 pm

Allied defensive operations part 2

The free Whiteshorian army, they were the entirety of the Whiteshorian military which evacuated from Whiteshore into the bayan after the Tarkanese takeover. These were the soldiers that had fled in fear that their new puppet masters would purge their ranks on the basis of their loyalty to the regime the Tarkanese would be possibly championing in the new irradiated Whiteshore. But they were not all soldiers as many of them were also civilians who had fled the fighting in Whiteshore and had temporarily signed for "honorary citizenship" in the bayan after being paranoid about the fallout from the nuclear bombs dropped by Saddler's foces in Tarkan which preceded their ground assaults. These huge bunch numbering to a total of 3 million, had either been living in temporary makeshift settlements in Northern Davao and Caraga (which were comparably larger than the other metropolises in Mindanao) or drafted alongside the Hukbo to join the unofficial allied forces that was formed out of the alliance of regional countries including the bayan for the war effort and as a regional chapter for the MSP. At their head was the General Tamara Petrova, who had been elected by what the exiled Whiteshorian population as the "President of Free Whiteshore", united together officially as the Council for Whiteshorian Liberation, which was a government body consisting of elected 50 parliamentarians that regularly convened in Convention centers or whatever venue they could afford to rent from time to time. Petrova had meanwhile, made Dipolog as her exiled people's capital and was able to rent an abandoned 3 story BPO office there as her government's working place but the building was still too small and was all their small government could afford funded by meager subsidies from the bayan government and donations from different people all over. Amidst all these deplorable conditions they were in with their population slowly being overwhelmed by deteriorating conditions in their settlements and the danger of them having nowhere else to go as calls by locals to kick them out due to being nuisance to local farm land kept rising, Petrova still had kept her hopes high that the future for her people will be bright.

She, along with the many other representatives of the government in exile bodies that were stationed in the bayan were then summoned in Zamboanga were they met in the New hall public conference room. There, they came face to face with the bayan's top military officials as well as with some representatives from the federal government. The Whiteshorian leader saw nothing but serious looks on their faces as she along with the other exile leaders grabbed a seat face to face with them. It was clear that whatever this meeting was about, would deliver nothing good for them.

There was a strange awkward silence in the room for a few minutes as the bayan's officials took their time to light their cigarettes, crack their knuckles and exchange whispers to one another. The way some of the Henerals were looking at them seemed as if they were inspecting every inch of their presence as if deliberating whether or not they should be trusted. Things don't seem to be looking good for them, Petrova gulped.

"The public..." One of the officials finally broke the silence as he adjusted his chair for him to be able to lean closer to the exile leaders across the table. "...does not want to be under the impression that we are only taking care of free loaders."

Free loaders? The general clenched her fist hearing this word. They were not even asking for welfare, in fact, their citizens had been working hard in local business throughout the bayan to get paid. Some were even conscripting themselves to the army and they were calling them free loaders? Petrova cleared her throat as she asked for clarification.

"Meaning?"

"Gin'ang Petrova, you do know that you are receiving billions of dollars of subsidies from us right?"

Indeed, Petrova nodded, they were receiving money but even this money, was not used for improving the lives of the exiled civilians, no, they were rather, used for buying armaments, creation of workshops were ammunition are going to be produced from. The $20 billion was used for anything else but as welfare.

"And you do know where that money is coming from?"

Petrova nodded, visibly annoyed.

"Then you understand the sentiments of our people."

"I get you, but hear me out." The Whiteshorian general gasped. The other exile leaders meanwhile, who continued to remain silent, were visibly astonished by this woman's persistence even though that from their perspective, they shouldn't be in any position to demand for requests for after all, one does not easily irritate the hand that feeds you. "With our sheer manpower, surely we-"

"Yes-yes, let me finish madame Petrova." After the official reached to pat Petrova's back, the woman calmed down and sat back on her chair. "Our dear president, the punong however, still wants you around. Along with the bayan high command."

"And they say that the only way you could potentially keep public opinion at bay is for you to at least do something productive." Another official said.

"1 million." Petrova said, her explosion blank.

There was a brief silence as the people around her were still visibly puzzled, trying to decode the meaning from what she just said.

"What?" Petrova hunched. "That's the total number of troops we can commit for the defense of the allied fronts."

"Oh!" The Henerals and the officials around her nodded. "We'll see if it is necessary."

"I heard you were lacking manpower for the defense of Tronesia." True, for the bayan only had 2 corps in Tronesia and with Whiteshorian manpower which has been heavily training lately for ground warfare, they could easily provide an additional 3 corps in Tronesia, hence, boosting the manpower of personnel there from mere 90,000 to more than a hundred thousand combatant personnel. "Plus, your labor force is being strained by the increased demand right?"

"Are you sure you are willing to work with only meager pay?"

"Just keep us well fed, well entertained and the 2 million, save for the elderly, children and the sick, of course, will work themselves down to the bone."

"Then we have a deal Petrova." The official reached out to shake the Whiteshorian leader's hand.

"Yes. I will do everything just to get our country back."

Even the high command itself was not fond of micro managing like Timente. In accordance to the new military command chain doctrine, the operational methodologies were largely left to the decision of the individual corp commanders and even more so at the division level. The top Henerals meanwhile who met in the conference hall at the HHQ soon find out that as a result of this, they ran out of any relevant topics to talk about with each other in relation to the war, which had already been widely discussed by the high command over and over again. They then began discussing among themselves topics that were somewhat military related although not necessarily related to the most relevant matters at hand such as who were the ones to be promoted (this decision was up to the military tribunals) to a higher rank, what were the personal plans of the Henerals for the rest of the coming week and whether or not they should be playing small "room games" such as table tennis or board games to break the boredom. There was nothing good on TV anyway because the only things that was going on in the media were things like sensationalized little stories in the war, testimonials by citizens in TV shows that were meticulously designed by the government to promote war effort and reality shows made by celebrities who wanted to document their experiences on preparing for war right in their own home amongst others, hence the reason why TV was not an option. Though they had to resist the boredom in this tiny subterranean conference room in anticipation for live updates from their feeds from officers who were reporting directly from the front lines. The missile attack by Vietnam was not even a matter worth discussing since the bayan was already well prepared for every scenario which included all the states that could possibly border them to be at war with them while still emerging victorious. Everything was already planned beforehand by the Hukbo's planners with a large number of contingencies so much so that even Timente had no idea of where the bayan's war strategy was heading despite his own plans being the skeleton of the entire war planning itself. Such was the product of a free rein Laissez faire military.

Back to the battlefield, it would seem as if the targets of the massive missile strikes by Vietnam would have no chance of surviving, or so the enemy would like to think but the bayan has already learned so much since the cruise missile strikes by Das Husland, the Grand Macedonian empire, Riysa and even Tie's ballistic missile strikes. Having already seen the results of the New Yaman's feeble attempts to strike down the bayan with a single misused submarine, the operators already know where this little episode was going.

The allied fleets at the South China sea, from the Alaskan republic (which had agreed earlier to do intelligence sharing with the bayan in secret while staying neutral officially), had forewarned the incoming missile threat and kept wide area coverage and hence enlightening the bayan on the full scale of the missile attack. Although since the ship's radars would be alone unreliable, no attempt was made by any of the allied assets to shoot down specifically because their only job was to keep an eye on things. These forces however, with their ELINT capabilities such as their AWAC fleets would be instrumental to finding the Vietnamese fleet alongside the bayan's own aerial assets such as the 10 Seakings and 4 scanning the area Boeing AWACs, remnants of the anti Chosan force the Goa Kor.

"Spotted storm of hostile JDAMs, 9 to 10-30 alas res to bayan D range."

"Don control, GS to activate X noise shield to repel JDAM storm."

"Copy def base, head mass at 500 G-gran and Yankee axe. Hyunmoos identified at 48, Yankee axe, more than 100."

"Don control, arm level red. Freq storm armed and ready."

"Don def base. Report to base if done. Over and out."

The homeland Guardian system quickly went into action the moment it had detected missile launches from Vietnamese soil simply through the use of microSATs that were supposed to be only for use in detecting air movement at the scale of a few meters. The large of masses of infrared trails as well as sudden hotspots from concentrated areas in the South China sea (as a result of the missiles' initial solid fuel launch stage) although quickly dissipated due to the easterlies of the rainy season, was enough to give the bayan a head start of anything happening from the potentially hostile peninsula just a few minutes before the actual trail source were confirmed to be from that of Vietnamese missiles. Of course, no one was else was a suspect since there was no evidence of a large mass of missile capable submarines crossing the Straits into the South China sea aside from the one that Quadrya sent only to be sunk in the Manila bay. They are the only non allied major country in the region that has such a capability. It was a matter of simple yet quick deduction.

As the missiles approached, the bayan braced for impact, or even better, a turkey shoot. 231L Myhla (Lance) SAMs, a missile designed to have the capabilities of going more than twice the speed of sound, along side 9M96 as well as the insanely fast 48N6DM that were set up immediately after the Yaman missile attack quickly were armed. On the final calculations on the rendezvous points where the interceptors were to meet the incoming missiles, it was then determined that the Korean made missiles would be the top most priority due to their relatively fast nature as compared to the subsonic nature of the heavily used Tomahawks which the bayan has long developed countermeasures against due to its relatively public and widely used nature. There was a reason why the bayan had long phased out its Tomahawk missile force. Once within half the interceptor range, would fire 2 9M96 per each missile, each missile designated to have a 70 kg fragmented high explosive warheads ensuring a premature destruction to the missiles either upon impact or at least a glance of a few meters due to the high velocity splintering of the warhead. Amidst it all, jamming would be employed by the homeland's high powered radio assets that would send cleverly timed doppler signals in as a three dimensional image towards the missiles fooling the missiles' individual terrain mapping radar and their proximity fuses (which was a deemed necessary component for the missiles as they would have to do an air burst explosion if they want to efficiently disperse all the cluster munition bomblets they have in store) which would again, try to stimulate a premature destruction of the subsonic and slightly supersonic impactors. If the first defensive barrages failed, the cavalry would then be launched as the batteries would fire 2 48N6DMs on each targets, now having 100 kg warheads of the same caliber in its disposal ensuring total destruction rather than just a serious damage to stimulate premature explosion of the warhead and despite the heavy attempts of the enemy to jam the bayan's detection frequencies, with the missile's passive guidance mode, guided by homeland multi band radar with an amplitude capability, supported by nuclear power cores in the Duterte line underneath, that is higher than what any Electronic warfare plane could unleash even in combined forces. Perhaps yes, the enemy could jam one frequency effectively through spot jamming methods but the nature of the bayan's detection systems are not exclusive to a single frequency, if the Vietnamese hadn't learned a lesson from the Islander fighters before them but rather utilized a wider frequency band as backups should one be jammed hence forcing the enemy to spread out their power to jam the whole band the bayan is using for its detection and communications, although this will heavily divide the enemy platforms' power output hence making the jamming only as effective as background noise. It was clear that the enemy's strikes would simply have the same effect as the Yaman attack that came before them. If the Yaman attack fails, then without a doubt, since the enemy was nearly using the same weapons systems as the Yamans.

Concurrently with the missile threat, the enemy intruders were then to be dealt with. In Subic, where a large static defensive concentration would be waiting for the enemy, the moment the enemy's extensive array of AWACs came into view, it became a major concern for the operators, but the recon team was soon calmed down after realizing the way the enemy was using its platforms. Absolutely stupid. In order to jam the bayan's systems effectively, which was remotely possible considering the pre arrangement of the bayan's defense arrays, the AWACs would have to go as close to 380-390 km and not only for jamming operations, but also for ship detection. This immediately made them a target for the lethal 40N6 which had the range of 390-400 km. Since jamming operations are really demanding task that would take some time to be effective, the enemy's AWAC platform was just another turkey to be shot. The moment the bayan's missiles are launched (the launchers are quickly reloaded by nearby technical squadrons only seconds after being fired), they would only have at least a minute to react to the mach 13 missile, coupled that with the fact that they will not only have to deal with one, but 3 missiles heading towards them and a cellular multi band phased array guided missile that is proven to be impossible, if not, extremely hard to effectively jam not unless the enemy could field at least a hundred AWACs to outmatch the power output of the transmitters they are up against. With the enemy's current distance and altitude offering them at least a 340 kilometer vista before they would see nothing else but the horizon, they are well within the "unsafe zone" of the sky in which the powerful signals and the missile's passive guidance range is still effective ensuring that the whatever missiles were launched, would be a clear and absolute kill.

Only seconds before the seemingly inevitable demise of the enemy, the comm teams still had something up in their sleeves. And no, this wasn't some other toy to enhance the already favorable circumstances but rather, to a simple message not only to the soldiers of the enemy who were being shot out of the sky, but also to the government who had seemingly sent them right into their deaths.

"Chào! Greetings soldiers of the Republic of Vietnam."

A man's kind voice would greet the enemy's radio men as a powerful signal would jam the enemy's detected communication frequencies.

"Welcome to the beautiful republic of the 7,500 islands. Thank you for choosing the Philippines....

AS YOUR PLACE OF DEATH."

The sudden silence in the radio was broken by the voice which has turned devolved into a distorted horrifying robotic tune. It was the bayan's death speech. The final thing the enemy will here before they will meet their sudden and uneventful inevitable demise.

"ATTENTION FORCES OF THE MARTINEZIST AND COMMUNIST SYMPATHIZING GOVERNMENT OF VIETNAM AND THE SOLDIERS WHO BLINDLY FOLLOW YOU.

YOU HAVE ENTERED BAYAN TERRITORY IGNORING OUR WARTIME MANDATE FORBIDDING ALL NATIONS FROM DOING SO WITHOUT OUR CONSENT AND THE EXAMPLES DONE BY THOSE WHO CAME BEFORE YOU.

FOR THIS, YOU ARE DESTINED TO PAY THE ULTIMATE PRICE JUST AS YOUR COMMUNIST MARTINEZIST SYMPATHIZING COMRADES HAVE DONE SO BEFORE YOU.

WE DO NOT WANT WAR BUT YOU FORCE US TO STRIKE AND STRIKE TRUE.

SO BE IT, WE THE SOLDIERS OF THE BAYAN AND THE OTHER FRIENDS OF THE HOMELAND WILL STRIKE AND STRIKE TRULY IN ACCORDANCE WITH OUR HOLY MISSION OF PROTECTING THE PEOPLE WE'VE SWORN TO SERVE.

GLORY TO THE PROVIDENCE IN THE HIGHEST AND GLORY BE TO THE BAYAN.

EXPECT MORE DEVASTATION ON YOUR SOLDIERS, YOUR ARMIES, YOUR FLEETS, YOUR CITIES FOR AS LONG AS YOU THREATEN OUR PEACE.

GIVE PRAISE AND THANKS TO YOUR GOVERNMENT WHO HAS SENT YOU TO YOUR DEATHS."

If that did not send the clear message to the Vietnamese government that they made a terrible choice not only for themselves, but for their entire nation. However, the bayan's endeavors are not yet done. Their enemy entire force will not only be repelled as the Hukbo, in a vengeance, would seek to annihilate the entire force involved. The scourge of war had just begun for the enemy.

Having conducted the attack out of the blue without the aid of any intelligence platform, it was highly doubtful that the enemy even had exact knowledge of the coordinates with their own attack platforms alone since the APG-63 of the Mcdonnel (affectionately known as "Mcdo" throughout the Hukbo circles) had a limited range and knowing they had used their other detection platforms in such a wasteful manner for other purposes. It was then expected that in order for the Douglas fighters to even get a glimpse of their targets, they would have to get as close as 50 kilometers (due to the F-15's limited look down radar capability) so that their own radars would get a clear glimpse of whatever the bayan was fielding at port so as not to simply fire their YU-7s blindly at some inaccurate GPS coordinate that could only say so much, especially since its terminal guidance is only effective on visual range. To do so would be a mistake. And no, the enemy will no even have to fight the dreaded jets of the Bayan's airforce simply because the "sub standard attack" was deemed unworthy of attention by the already proven veteran pilots of the Vulkatan war and the simple operation to wipe an entire German fleet in the red sea off the map just a few months before this day, but more importantly because the local unit commanders felt they didn't need to do so.

The enemy AWACs were already being dealt with at a distance thrice that of the F-15. So the enemy's demise would be much quicker than anticipated as they were to be dealt with the same salvo on each of their aircrafts and at the same distance as the AWACs they flew with. It should not surprise the carrier operators or the airfield commanders back at Vietnam that there would be no one from their aerial attacking force that will return. It was such a shame that the enemy will not get a chance to fire their prized YU-7s which for this operation was only nothing more than an expensive toy that is destined to be sunk into the bottom of the South China sea, now christened by some of the chaplains in the Hukbo as the new "sea of death" for the communists and their Martinezist sympathizers.

After all these operations, the operators prepared to file their report. This will be known as the single largest defense operation of the bayan to this very point but it will be clear that more will come so the operators of the GS thought of this as only the beginning of a much bigger salvo to be prepared by the enemy. The bayan itself however, was not finished with the enemy, at least in terms of this battle for the Vietnamese navy, for their unforgivable evident sympathy for the combined coordinated communist and Martinezist scum that struck the homeland killing thousands. For this sin, the government of Vietnam will pay it with the blood of their sailors.

A poster mocking Vietnamese government's
war effort

Only thirty minutes after the Vietnamese bombardment and the individual rocket units all over the bayan was told to retaliate as planned. Thousands of troopers that were assigned for this punitive operation then quickly scurried into action. Large missile platform trucks were quickly paraded from the tunnels into their designated positions. Each of the large 16 meter behemoths carried four 9 meter black conal arrows that were quickly raised using hydraulics mechanisms from their reclining positions. These missiles were heavily filled with the drawings of soldiers who spray painted their messages with regards to the enemy who is simply called as the "red pals" although upon quickly realizing that Vietnam was an immediate target, was also spray painted with messages demoting Vietnam with vitriolic racist slurs and other attacks in relation to their much hated decision to attack the bayan in behalf of the communist Martinezists. These were the deadly M-4.7 Thunder missiles, the latest of the M Saigant missile series, the finished product from their M-4.5 long ranged prototypes that had just seen action in Burma yesterday. This missile was developed in absolute secrecy so as to keep the bayan's weapon capabilities a low key affair. According to reports, there are already several hundred people who were assassinated, with their deaths made to look like accidents, sicknesses or any other causes apart from a murder, simply because they failed to keep the missile program a secret. This missile was a product of the full blown arms race that has bore fruit from the war and naturally, both sides, trying to keep the upper hand as much as possible, are hell bent on extinguishing threats that will jeopardize their position in this arms race.

The operators then made the final status checks before they declared themselves to the command base of their individual units to be "armed and ready". The Vietnamese fleet had long been in the eyes of the Kalihiman and the Hukbo's field intelligence ever since the time Vietnam had become a temporary ally to the bayan during its conflict with the communists at the time of the first Axis pact under Terten. Unlike the rest of the major combatants in the war, the bayan never saw Vietnam as a threat, despite its obvious political alignment in favor to Martinezist Nihon and Cuscatlan. The bayan treated Vietnam to be part of the "moderate SACTO nations" to which countries like Kirishima had belonged to. Hence, despite the tumultuous happenings involving the bayan and SACTO, relations remained relatively stable thus explaining why Vietnamese and Filipino people cross the bayan and Vietnam to and fro as tourists and business travelers like nothing is happening. This explains the bayan's increased advantage over Vietnam since certain "Filipino tourists", although small in number, existed in the country to constantly scout the presence of the "Alpha type" SACTO nations, those nations who the bayan hates so much for their open hostility, exchanging information with the Kalihiman about their presence in the form of GS encrypted messages through the dark web. But it was not only to scout for SACTO presence, since the bayan, in order to constantly monitor the existence of Nihonese and Cuscatlani agents as well as military activities occurring alongisde or within the rank and file of virtually every ASEAN nation, the Kalihiman agents constantly scouted ports like bystanders, using Bulgar rogue esque spy technology such as cameras that are enough to fit coins, voice recording neckties/handkerchiefs/belt buckles, rings or wrist bands which can also act as "black boxes" that record the agents' every move and the coordinates of their scouting missions using passive GPS/Glonass receivers. Of course, so as not to jeopardize the entire network, they are made to blend in with other tourists or stay where only the other civilian elements in the nation find to be their zones of comfort while refusing to use any device that could be easily intercepted such as actively propagating electromagnetic devices of their own. But it was enough to let them know whether or not ships are in port, what planes patrol the sky, location of radio/electromagnetic transmitters, power stations and if they are lucky, positions of military units should they be stationed in places that are nearby to the Vietnamese everyman. Once a weapon against the Martinezist threat to the stability in the region, their presence is to be very useful at this point to destroy the very nation they are currently stationed. The storm of fire and brimstone can now engulf the Vietnamese nation with ease.

Concurrently, having already determined the precise coordinates of the fleet, the go signal was finally given for the counter attack against Vietnam to occur. On closer assessment, the Vietnamese were not really in the most hopeless position and could field considerable amount of resistance if done right to begin with given their impressive array of South Korean, US and allegedly Nihonese equipment. These were indeed something to be feared, but only if one was to be a small nation with little to no military expertise and it definitely highlighted the dependency of the Vietnamese on its foreign friends to keep its so-called war machine alive and kicking. A huge mass of those ships were scattered all over the South China sea, all 70 Vietnamese surface assets. The ships, upon closer inspection, did not have much of an AWAC force with only strike fighter bomber aircraft being available in the Amphibious ships which are determined to be as the capital ships of the individual Vietnamese fleets. It was assumed that the enemy had decided to deplete a significant portion of the Electronic warfare assets during their silly initial attack to break the bayan's defenses. The ships are all unfortunately within striking distance of what the allied coalition could field. Of course, there was no indication that this fleet was even trying to hide to begin with given their large scale patrols in the sea and since electromagnetic emissions were detected considerably from the sea. Occasional satellites were alone, enough to let the bayan know where exactly the Vietnamese were sailing in the South China sea and not only that, all their island outposts in the Spratlys and Paracel as well. It was 5 minutes after the last satellite overpass that the decision to attack was given.

Operation Thunder storm

Undoubtedly, this was going to be the single largest missile operation the bayan has executed up to this point. Every surface ship owned by Vietnam was going to receive a salvo of 4 thunder missiles and the person who had the honor to begin it all was no other than Petrova herself, having been awarded the privilege to sink the Vietnamese navy after heavily assisting in securing the know how needed for the Kidlat project. These targets were determined by both intelligence from the Alaskan long range aerial and naval patrols in the area, OTH and Sat recon, which had determined all the ships scouring the area while determining civilian convoys through OTH and Satrecon (with allied ships constantly pinging their GPS coordinates) of allied nations based on the KYPOD policy while those convoys not seen pinging are determined to be owned by the enemy with further confirmation from neutral Alaskan patrols that they are in fact enemy ships as suspected.

After the final status checks have been made, Petrova, who was meanwhile, checking everything from her own live feed room in her office at Dipolog, was then given an electronic message of confirmation telling her that she could now launch the attacks.

One of her suit case carrying aides beside her then tapped her back and laid out the suit case on the table in front of her. The suit case, with a twist of its fancy looking chrome and shiny carbon black key, then opened on its own revealing a huge array of buttons to control the bayan's intermediate missile forces. However, to activate each of the missile units, a specific password has to be given and it could not be easily hacked as it used the GS format of constant modulation shifts hence making it heavily immune to digital attacks.

She then typed the codes she was given in the keyboard as a holographic screen revealed what she was typing. It was a simple 4 digit code. After she pressed the enter button, it then revealed a holographic map of the world outlining all the missile units the bayan has in store. From here, one could now choose whatever missile forces should be used out of what the password had provided them and where to target based on the intel given to them earlier. So as not to flunk in this operation, several men in civilian sent personally by the Hukbo high command themselves, were with them in the room as their "military advisors". The latest intel meanwhile, provided the location of the Vietnamese fleets in the South China sea, all 70 of them from their capital ships to their small cruiser sized assets.

The Whiteshorian general than dragged the targeting cursor so as to have all these Vietnamese assets selected. Since civilian shipping of the bayan were kept out due to the KYPOD policy, if they were selected, the program automatically omits them from the selection.

Now that the selection of targets were set, the data was immediately provided to the missile forces all over the bayan that were selected for the execution of this operation.

The aide to her left then provided her with a key. "Madame comrade Petrova."

"Yes." She smirked. "I would be very sorry if i were the admiral of Vietnam. Perhaps i should be preparing my last words speech if i were them. Their president would be very furious."

"We need not to be sorry to these fascists who just dared to slay millions of innocents."

The second key was then inserted into the central slot of the control panel brief case. But before she twisted it, she adjusted the countdown dial so that it would only have a 5 second cool down before the missiles were launched. After this minor adjustment, the key was twisted.

"Preparing to dot foe targs." A male robotic voice said from the brief case's speaker.

"5..."

"4..."

The Whiteshorian general took a deep breath as she thought of the next order of things she will do.

"2..."

"1..."

"FUEGO!"

In seconds, the map of the missile units all over the bayan went red meaning they had already expended their ammunition. This was automatically replaced by the technical teams who were tasked to re arm the missile units to make them usable 10 minutes later.

Roars of fire erupt from the land based platform trucks all over the bayan from Sabah, Palawan, Central Luzon, Thailand, Sarawak and even all the way from Zamboanga. The launchers would be able to field as much as 4 but for the sake of quick deployment, only 2 were carried by the trucks. Since the strike was originating from the homeland itself there was no major logistical issue that could pose a threat to the integrity of this mission, hence nearly no one saw the need for the bayan to be conservative about this attack except for Timente, who had qualms about launching an attack in its fullest sense due to it being costly, despite it being total war. However, having already left military matters to the Department of National defense and vowing not to be a micro manager, he happily let the Hukbo do their own thing.

After the Naval annihilation and Denial operations
(NAD), skilled hackers from several groups in the bayan
such as Anonymous Philippines will deface Vietnamese
government websites with posters mocking
the inevitable fate of the Vietnamese surface navy

Within seconds, the M-4.7s, all 280 of them were now soaring high into the sky with half of them assuming a sea skimming profile for reasons that would only make sense in the end stages of the attack. The missiles would then assume a subsonic speed using only dead reckoning systems or passively receiving guidance systems like the GPS and the inertial guidance system and at this form, it was completely silent with such a low RCS that it would be nearly indistinguishable from background noise, especially if the enemy is relying on the AWAC's radar for detection against such threats. With less than the RCS of the raptor, this missile was going to be completely stealthy against mobile radar platforms such as the AWAC which surely cannot field enough power on its own to effectively even get a glimpse of the missiles for even a second, let alone something bigger such as the F-22. For the entirety of its no more than 2,700 km long cruising stage, this missile was going to be a completely silent projectile. Already reprogrammed to do so, as soon as the missiles get within 30 kilometers of the determined GPS coordinates of the enemy, it was to quickly shift towards its terminal specifications, reaching speeds up to mach 3 with its terminal ramjet. At this point, no longer was the missile stealthy since it was utilizing active radar guidance. However, to compensate for this, the missiles would quickly move to jam the enemy's detection frequencies which was going to be undeniably a lethal move especially to a fleet with ships who rely heavily on radio guidance. The point defenses of the enemy would only have no more than 30 seconds to respond, if they could respond at all knowing the seekers of their own point defenses are being flooded with false targets. If the enemy could respond at all, they would only be shooting at the sky at best and if they would be mad enough to shift to manual targeting, it would be impossible for them to do so unless they have a superhuman among their ranks who could move to man their guns for less than a second. But with the detectors of the enemy jammed in the first place, it was highly doubted that the enemy would even know they are under attack apart from the jamming on their frequencies, but even so, they would not know where is it coming from and what is heading their way. To couple with the odds of their demise, the enemy would have to face a missile attack that will converge upon them from a wide variety of extreme angles with some coming from the sky and so heading for them only a few meters head on above sea level. Not even infrared seeking interceptors would be a viable defensive maneuver against it as the moment the missile's active detection frequencies had deliberated the presence of interceptors despite the jamming, it would then dispense flare bomblets. The vacuum sealed bomblets would then immediately disperse their contents which was White Phosporous and a pressurized inert gas like Argon. The inert gas's sheer pressure would jettison the powdered white phosphorous out of the bomblets and into the air. The moment the inert gas was jettisoning, with a single spark generated by the bomblets' self shorting batteries, would ionize the Argon creating an electrified gaseous field which would kick-start the full nature of the oxidization process of the white phosphorous particles. The resulting reaction would then be viewed by infrared seekers, burning at more than 5,000 degrees Fahrenheit, as exponentially hotter than their original targets (which would be abysmally colder in comparison due to the only detectable heat they would be emitting would be due to the friction of air resistance on their frontage.) It would then shift the IR defenders' attention towards the resulting cloud of heat while giving the hypersonic missiles precious seconds to escape and kill their targets. Nothing the Vietnamese could do in their disposal would be able to change the circumstances which were in favor of their death.

3 out of four missile would be using more than 725 pounds of high explosive warheads which, if combined with the sheer force of the kinetic energy packed by the hypersonic missile, would be enough to obliterate small ships on the size of light cruisers and severely cripple large ships and even splitting them in half on a single shot. The one more missile in the barrage would then be carrying more than 725 pounds of metal augmented charge fuel air explosive which upon exploding, would then engulf the ships in high saturations of fuel air. The moment this was used, whatever personnel that was in the ship, wherever they hid, would not be living the following hour to tell their stories back at their homeland. Pushed by the high concentrations of Argon gas, the elastic balloons would then disperse the fuels in the air which would then be able to seep into the tiniest of gaps and cracks. The moment the spark lit, the entire ship would in an instant be incinerated by the explosion along with the other areas within and outside it that was saturated with fuel ensuring that no one would survive. The heat in fact would grow so hot that it would be enough to make soft metal like aluminum and lead go molten for brief seconds. Depending on where the targets were stationed at the time they were attacked, the thunder missiles would then disperse their remaining fuel into the air hence proving highly deadly for the ships as even those missiles that didn't use thermobaric warheads will be potentially engulfed in thermobaric flames. This whole episode undoubtedly, is going to be one hell of the nightmare for the enemy, specifically their entire surface navy, who has dared to sympathize with the communist Martinezist forces who had dared to brazenly strike the innocents without warning. However, such will be the dismay of the Vietnamese if they would know that this doesn't count even half of the intensity of the scourge they are about to receive in the coming hours.

Amidst the ongoing debates at congress, the attacks by Saigon has not only strengthened the commitment of the senators and the congress members of their resolve to continue the war. However, the congress was heavily divided on whether or not the enemy should be even be given a chance to withdraw from combat. There were many senators that at first, opposed this idea citing the reports that Vietnam had aimed for population centers in the first place giving an indication that Vietnam was trying to deliberately slaughter civilians within their borders. But there were those who genuinely thought that the Vietnamese leadership was "not in the right mind" when they made the decision and that it was simply a military exercise gone wrong with misfired missile falling unto the bayan. Many thought that the "accident" excuse was simply ridiculous knowing the Vietnam had used precision guided weapons.

PARLIAMENTARY RESOLUTION 300

By order of the congressonary, the embodiment of the will of the Filipino bayan. The Greater Philippine bayan hereby orders the Hukbo to treat the military forces of New Yama and Vietnam as forces hostile to the bayan and mark their every action as detrimental to regional security and stability. In accordance with this general order the Hukbo is hereby ordered to do everything in its power to neutralize this relentless terrorist sponsoring threat to the bayan.

This declaration of war is in accordance to the unacceptable actions done by these states that has put our citizens in grave danger and was utterly unjustifiable in nature. Our forces were fired upon so in response, we fired back in defense.

-A MESSAGE TO THE GOVERNMENT OF VIETNAM-

We hereby give the government of Vietnam 48 hours to consider peace.

As much as possible we wish to conduct this war of defense with the most minimum number of casualties possible and we recognize the continued hostilities will entail only a deviation from this objective. We also are in recognition that a potential humanitarian crisis will be in the making if this hostilities were to be continued hence, we offer unto you this leeway.

However, we also have limited patience and if this offer is refused, then you must be prepared to evacuate your population from the major urban centers of Hue, Saigon and Hanoi as they shall be inevitable targets for our further military operations. However, we cannot promise that fighting shall be only isolated to these cities as in accordance to the policy of total war, we shall not cease until the very foundations of your government have been dismantled so as to guarantee that there will be no more risks to the citizens of our nation which we have a duty to protect from harm by the enemies of this nation.

We want nothing and only nothing but peace. However, we are prepared to do whatever it takes if there are forces that wish to take this peace away from us.

Let yourselves decide in the next 48 hours. Will it be peace or war?

MABUHAY!

APRUBADO NG KONGRESO

SIGNATURA NI
ADRIANO TIMENTE
ANG PANGULO NG BAYAN

Just as in the defense against the Yaman attack, despite the best attempts of the AA, a total of 43 missiles were still able to punch through. The airfields were pounded hard causing damage to a total of 40 aircraft of various types in an attack that was called to be "the worse airforce loss by the bayan". The latest of new announcements made no secret of the full nature of this damage but more reporting was given emphasis on the civilians killed in the heat of battle.

However, soon after the defense of the bayan against the Vietnamese menace, news came rushing towards the conference hall through an adjutant. A missile barrage on Indonesia. Eluide simply nodded. This day just keeps getting more and more interesting. An order was also given to increase the density of air defenses on airfields and other key areas such as ports and land military bases by lining them up with several rings of 60 Fury SPAAGs each to complement the already established defenses of the coastal and deep inland networks for maximum coverage against LO targets. However, due to the danger of having these defenses being taken out too by further attacks, there was also an effort to mix them up with other targets such as fake SPAAGs from makeshift cars trucks that would seem no different from the real thing when viewed from space. Due to the relative lack of any means by the Vietnamese to have any intelligence of the aircraft makeup in each airfield apart from satellite recon and spies, if they have any, orders were given to release the bayan's old fighters such as the FA-50 Fighting Eagles (left only with their airframes) on the Tarmac in huge numbers alongside the actual serviceable aircraft in an attempt to cause confusion.

by **Tronesia** » Fri Oct 14, 2016 9:34 am

Flag of the Tronesian armed forces

Meanwhile in the Allied perspective of the Australian front of what is described to be the "Eleventh crusade"

The night was calm in Tronesia, business as usual as it is in Cloma city though in the industrial zones in the north, the place was bustling with activity with factory workers working tirelessly to the end of their abilities in the factories. This calm however would be shattered by alarms and defense operators frantically rushing into “battle stations” as soon as the combined air defense network, a carbon copy of the bayan’s wideband continuous wave radar layout have alarmed the local defense upon the arrival of the incoming AGMs and Tomahawks (with the latter missile now being code named ‘hot dogs’ by allied forces due to their relatively fragile nature). About 3 minutes deep into Tronesian territory, hence long after detection, would have the local stationary jamming array platforms work in the same way the local bayan defenses did to defend themselves from Vietnamese missiles. 231L Myhla (Lance) SAMs, a missile designed to have the capabilities of going more than twice the speed of sound, along side 9M96 as well as the insanely fast 48N6DMs were immediately armed, utilizing high powered classic passive guidance for accurate correction before utilizing active radar guidance in the terminal phase. Once within half the interceptor range, would fire 2 9M96 per each missile, each missile designated to have a 70 kg fragmented high explosive warheads ensuring a premature destruction to the missiles either upon impact or at least a glance of a few meters due to the high velocity splintering of the warhead. Amidst it all, jamming would be employed by the homeland's high powered radio assets that would send a huge interference to burn through the GPS and active radar frequencies being used by the missiles therefore depriving the missile of its TERCOM sensors forcing it to use less viable INS which are prone to be knocked off precious kilometers away from their targets with just a few centimeter margin of error (although it was highly arbitrary that this shall work out in their favor). The missiles are now forced to navigate towards its target while being somewhat less aware towards its surroundings. If the first defensive barrages failed, the cavalry would then be launched as the batteries would fire 2 48N6DMs on each targets, now having 100 kg warheads of the same caliber in its disposal ensuring total destruction. This was going to be a simple repeat of the Vietnamese/Yaman attacks. A foolish endeavor made by the enemy based on the assumption that simply owning the label “stealth” would mean that it was a magic bullet for allied defenses. Unfortunately, it would not be the stealth that would make the missiles hard to shoot down but rather its relatively low observable nature with it able to find a path underneath the effective radar zones of the Tronesian defense systems. Hence, despite the best efforts of the bayan to get a lock on upon the missiles it has gained a brief awareness of once it has penetrated the first chain of the most interconnected radar wall, for the most part, it had dodge much of Tronesia's internal static radar network like rats making their way through the maze without touching the walls. Hence, thousands of pounds of high explosives would make their way to their targets with little opposition for much of their trip. However, just a few kilometers from the airports, the missiles would then encounter a thick jungle of air defenses more than usual. It was the Cloma chain, the thick network of SPAAG and SAM units that surrounded the metropolis of Cloma. Within this network were about 10 kilometers of densely packed radar networks to the point that there was no longer a coverage gap between platforms where the missiles would stay unopposed. About half of the missiles were managed to be detected, tracked and shot down by a combination of the efforts of the S400 interceptors and Lance SAMs.

All of the tomahawks have been annihilated but unfortunately, there were still 8 AGM-158s that were able to pound the Cloma airfield. The attack impacted with tremendous force causing windows to shatter in the nearby neighborhoods surrounding the airbase. Many people living nearby were also awoken either by the sound or by being shaken off their beds as the shockwaves from the blast caused many of the tall appartments in the city to rock for a bit. Many car alarms were also activated one after the other as the circular shockwave expanded from its source. The flames then ignited the night sky alarming many who were doing night shifts. The mere sound of missile fire erupting from the air defenses in the outskirts and within the boundaries of the city had easily reminded many that they were at war. After the smoke had cleared, the damage assessment had been made. The attacks was very destructive. With the first strikes are easily considered to be incapacitating to Tronesia's air capabilities due to putting out of action so many of the nation's immediately serviceable fighters. Immediately annihilating 8 of the Sparrowhawks of the 30 stationed there, nearly 1/3 of the entire Tronesian airforce, the strikes also killed instantly 80 servicemen who were killed in their sleep as 2 of the missiles strike the barracks with a combination of high explosive warheads and cluster munitions ensuring that they are not only incinerated but also their ashed bodies are being desecrated by the storm of flying metal and other pieces of lethal shrapnel.

However, the directorate, the intelligence agents of Tronesia, thought it was not enough that the airfield was to be attacked. In an attempt to showcase Inyursta as an "attacker of civilians", several cars, empty warehouses and buildings all over the city were blown up just several minutes after the initial attack on the airport. There were no casualties but amidst the confusion it was very hard to ignore all the reports of casualties that came to and fro. Many were told that as much as 400 civilians were killed in the so-called "second round of enemy bombardments". The secrecy of the fake second round attack was so deep that not even the government had knew that it was attack by their own agents, they too believed that as much as 480 people have been killed all in all, mostly civilians.

For many, the attack was shocking, but for the government and the military, it was very expected. The attack on Cloma airport was very destructive to the point that the government had ignored the impact of the attack of their other airfields throughout the bayan as well. Many amongst the government worked out a way of mitigating the damage of the attack taking into consideration the damages only found in Darwin as the attacks on Pilar and other cities had really negligible damage that they were largely ignored. Apart from the damages in Cloma city, a total of 12 aircraft, all Corsaires were partially damaged by cluster munition attacks on all the airfields combined while 10 servicemen were killed with 35 severely injured.

In a bunker meeting room at the bottom of the metropolis's heart, deep within the range and the coverage of most of the anti intrusion defenses ensuring that no surprise attack unto this location would be possible without the bayan utilizing the best of its abilities to thwart such an attack 100%, the government the military leadership lay busy with multitudes of workers scurrying back and forth.

Phone calls came from all over the nation. Screams of panic, messages of terrorized citizens and angry ones demanding a quick response to the attacks. News were quick to spread as many were kept updated with the internet so it would not be long which the citizens would know who was the culprit to blame. There were three nations, Cuscatlan, Britian and Inyursta which were determined to be the existing culprits of the attacks on their soil so there were many who protested in the Guadalupadorian consulate office in the city thinking that it was the Inyurstani embassy.

"It seems pretty obvious what the enemy is trying to do Heneral." One of the junior officers reported as the senior military leaders of Tronesia's armed forces and other key officials needed for the war effort gathered together in the central planning office were they sat in the dark room, in the center, a large table showing the holographic 3d map of Tronesia was shown showing all their units and the locations were the enemy had just attacked.

"Let me think." The bespectacled Heneral paused as he took a deep breath overlooking the map before him.

"This is a ploy to deprive us of airpower and allow our land forces to become vulnerable to aerial bombardment by their assets gin'ong Heneral."

"As you said. With all haste, surround the key positions with SPAAGs as planned. Then begin withdrawal of all land forces to the center." He then moved his fingers in the touch screen interface of the interactive map on the table. At least 250 SPAAGs labeled "reserve" were then placed around the two major airfields, Cloma and Pilar, putting a total of 500 Vino SPAAGs on all airfields in Tronesia. "Do not engage on the enemy ground forces unless needed. I repeat, do not engage."

"Yes Heneral." One of the junior officers nodded.

"Good, for there should be no unnecessary battles, they only bring unnecessary losses. The bombing of our airfield should be enough. We have to be resourceful. It's the least we can do while waiting for reinforcements or an opening."

Among the people who were watching the elderly heneral make his plans was the governor of Tronesia, Flor Penieda, the man who oversaw the crisis of 2048 in which an attempted support on a rebellion in Darwin by the British empire failed do to support schemes by his government.

"Is everything good?" The governor cleared his throat as he moved closer to inspect the map. He then turned to inspect the Heneral whom he just summoned all the way from Zamboanga just to inspect the positioning of his ground forces to see if they were adequate or not.

"I cannot promise you anything." The Heneral adjusted his spectacles before removing them and laying them down on the table. "My focus is simply doing my job."

The Heneral was very familiar as he displayed the same aura as Eluide, the chief of staff. It seemed like he was the father of Eluide if viewed on closer and careful inspection. Not only was his attitude nearly identical, but his face as well, or it was just the glasses that reinforced this idea since the chief of staff also wore glasses.

"What's your name again?" Penieda inquired.

Heneral Raidy Caiinitan

Many among the military personnel around the governor held back their gasps as they looked in shock that the governor did not knew the name of the ground commander of the bayan's forces.

"What a shame it is that you, governor of Tronesia do not know the commander of your land army." The Heneral gave a smirk as he leaned back on his chair and crossed his legs.

"Heneral Raidy Caiinitan Jr." He opened his arms wide and made a mock bow. "At your service."

"Follow me Heneral." The governor signaled as he left the office. The Heneral then stood up and followed suite but not before adjourning the meeting as it is. The two then spent their time walking down the huge poorly lit subterranean hallway whose ceiling was so high an entire blimp could be fit inside the hallway.

"I am very aware of the Manila's doing." The governor said as he grabbed a cigarette and offered one to the elderly soldier. "But do they really have to do that?"

"No, sorry, i don't smoke." The heneral rejected as the governor began to puff clouds of smoke. "We are still confirming if it's true. But if it is, then all we have to do is simply go along with it and use it to the fullest of our advantages."

"I'm not sure, there doesn't seem to be a dent on the geopolitical situation."

"Well, psychological objectives, like the COS said, are unreliable objectives. We simply have to rely on our solid tactics."

"I already have a strategy in mind. It's not very different from what the congress has called as the 'wartime measures act'." The governor paused as he reached his pocket for his phone, browsing a bit. He then opened a word file entitled: MGA PREPARASYON PARA SA GUERRA - KAMPANYANG TRONESYA. "It outlines all that we have to do when Manila can no longer called for aid."

The Heneral then read a bit from the file seeing a huge array of machines he'd never seen yet before. Mobile radar platforms, new fighter jets, new missiles and many more. "I didn't know that you had such machines."

"Only a fraction of them are ready as of late. But battles are not won through technology but rather through the wits. After all, we have had instances in human history in which wars were won by purely half assed machines."

The governor switched off his phone as he continued to walk.

"The aristocrats were their greatest financiers. Aside from that, it's pretty in line with our objective to survive in the great beyond on our own. For of course, we are an independent nation after all."

"Nominally."

"Anyway, the objectives have been laid out, the preparations certain so we pretty much don't have a problem."

"That's good. I knew that Heneral Usman Luzon is to be trusted. He's quite a remarkable figure in school you know."

"You knew him personally?"

"Trained with him and were classmates in academy. We both participated in international joint military training missions which is why were both familiar with how foreigners fight. We participated in the westpoint officer exchange program."

"That's good."

A fully dressed man, a waiter which served posh food for the guests such as the different officials of the country then approached them with a bottle of imported alcoholic. Despite being at war, Tronesia never failed to offer the luxuries amongst its higher class citizens, including its leadership.

"Brandy my good sirs?"

"1 please... how about you Heneral?"

"No, i don't drink." The Heneral said, keeping a blank expression. "Say, if you plan on going on the... you know.. forward. Do you have any sufficient resources for foreknowledge?"

"Fifth columns? While not the best, we're doing the best we could... i meant, Lieutenant Heneral Carlos Diaz Jr., you know him? No? He's the chief of our intel, he's had some contacts in Derby. Quite a few."

"Time is in the essence governor. If you don't act fast, such kind of operations will be compromised."

"Why of course..."

While being highly destructive and shocking, the enemy attack did offer a heads up towards the local defenders on their skies for future attacks and watching out what was coming for their borders.

In response to the enemy violating Tronesian sovereignty, a clear and blatant act of war by Australia, the Tronesian media, elite circles began to rouse public support for a full pledged war against Australia and their Martinezist communist backers calling it as a part of a "greater crusade against Martinezism and communism world wide." which they argued were only "evils of tyranny dressed with two different cloaks". A single editorial from a known newspaper which was titled: A warning to fellow people with sound mind and heart. Although many thought that due to the communist attacks in the bayan, it was already given that the zeitgeist was already in their favor and such an article was not necessary.

E D I T O R I A L

A warning to fellow people with sound mind and heart

"They have struck us, fired the first shots of war, and worst of all, fired the first shots leaving tens of thousands of innocents dead. All gloves are off.

In this brave new world, we cannot remain soft. We cannot be overly human ignoring the fact that there will always be forces that will refuse to treat us with the humanity that we deserve. We cannot be blind to the fact that there will be the irrational, there will always be those who refuse to listen and there will always be those who prefer to speak with no other language than the sword.

For the sake of the protection of our civilization and the values that we hold dear, we must be brutal to those who are brutal to us, we must become intolerant to those who are intolerant to us, we must speak with the weapon to those who speak to us with the weapon for verily we speak English to those who speak to us in English, it is only right and proper that we maintain the state of reciprocity not only for the sake of maintaining the balance of justice in the cosmos, but fundamentally because this is what is being asked by the other camp.

Communism, fascism, religious extremism, Martinezism, imperialism, we must name all these hostile evils, we must recognize them. We must know our enemies. We must know those whose intentions are inherently hostile to everything we stand for, which is freedom, truth, justice, liberty and fraternity. We must know who to watch out for, who to be wary of so we will not blindly put faith on people who are obviously holding a knife behind their back only to strike at our behinds the moment we turn away.

For those who ignore history’s warnings are bound to repeat its mistakes, it is imperative that the lessons of the past be learnt, lest we will be like the foolish man who dare ignore the renowned explorer’s warnings when we cross an unknown road. Those who present themselves as alternatives to the freedoms enjoyed when one is put to the test by all means are no different by those who present the opium as the solution to one’s pain in the fire. It offers no freedom from the pain but rather bounds us to more vices and more chains and just like the drug, once poisoned, would be very hard to shake off, for the potency of these lies offer one a thought that seems to be no different than the truth when it is not. We must be prepared to deal with whatever test that comes before us with reason lest we be lead astray by those who speak with the silver tongues but don the souls of snakes.

Reason is the ultimate doctrine for it sides with no one but the truth. This shall be our weapon against the lie bearers and our spectacles of clarity as we walk through the road where many have the power to make mirages that seem to differ not from the actual picture.

Beware and onward crusaders of civilization. Mabuhay!"

The Inyurstani deployment was in no way a secret as the sheer scale of the deployment would be easily leaked into the media as well as from Filipino-Australian contacts inside (which were around 350) from Derby all the way to Sydney. The Australians’ own OTH radar inside Tronesian territory had also provided the Tronesian government with a comprehensive time frame for deployment of the enemy and the approximate composition of the enemy’s equipment, as well as the location of all defensive positions in and out of the town. Even with just allied satellite data at their disposal, the Tronesian government had already been able to identify so much as potential targets from military equipment, all the way to infrastructure. Meanwhile, hearing the enemy advance was for Cloma city, the governor, along with the other officials of the government prepared their own firearms with the governor himself unveiling a stack of highly potent superbullets (the same one used in the new Agila fighters but are small enough to fit the Bariaklan series). They were prepared to defend every room of their homes, offices and other parts of their home land should the communist Martinezist enemy manage to penetrate the border defenses and by what was going to happen at the border, it seems that the threat is all too real. Coupled with the recent terror attacks in the bayan alongside the attack of shady communist sympathizing characters, the fears that the nation was indeed, under threat from Martinezist communist scum had been legitimized in the face of the citizens of the nation.

Meanwhile, overlooking the border, desert rangers patrolling under the heat of the prairie (what the Tronesians call the outback, despite the scientific inaccuracy with the use of the term as the outback is not a grassland, but the Tronesians were calling things any other way but the way the Australians were calling it as a signal of protest against the Australian’s saber rattling over the course of years) would be the first ones to see the Australian advance heading their way from the south. The rolling behemoths of the enemy Australian their Inyurstani backers would be easily seen rolling from the horizon creating large plumes of dust making them essentially standouts as they advance across the dust of the barren devilishly hot desert.

War map of the situation, see here for symbols details
*The small company level logos only represent AA companies
Red squares represent enemy armored battalions

The sentries that were stationed on the tops of the monolithic mountains on makeshift huts that were made for the sake of looking out for illegal immigrants and intruders who were suspected of sabotaging the mines. The makeshift huts were nothing special due to the lack of any formal amenities that would make them comfortable amidst the desert heat. The place was very hot but it was somewhat tolerable. The heat of the desert was very different from the heat at the Kapitalia as it was simply hot, but not humid. Nevertheless, the stationed on duty entourage kept themselves hydrated so as not to be a victim of heat stroke just like the many other poor souls who did, both miners and patrolling militia sentries alike. There’s a reason why the armed forces never patrol the area of the open desert when there are no nearby settlements. Aside from the difficulty of building formal facilities down the south thus proving it difficult for whatever patrolling units in the open to resupply, the armed forces never considered it very vital to protect the open desert despite the fact that the maps tell them it is theirs. Hence, the militias exist to do the work in which the regular army could not. Although due to the volunteer nature of this force, they are only in meager numbers and patrol the desert only in small groups using armed technical pickup trucks that are relatively mobile and self sufficient in supply, able to patrol the desert for about a week at most. There are 5 units that were patrolling the southern border on their own, such a patrol would be enough to see the advance coming and issue a radio alert to the nearest security force office back at the big town of Harts, also the headquarters for the 3rd corps of the Tronesian armed forces. As confirmation came that enemy missiles were also bombarding Cloma and other parts of the country at the same time, and knowing the army’s lack of knack for patrolling the entirety of the southern border, the militia were quick to confirm their judgment that this advance was indeed, an enemy attack.

To those who saw the advance had mixed feelings, as they did not know whether or not they should be afraid or not, but this advance was far from surprising. Due to the Martinezist propaganda campaign against Tronesia, the allied force knew that the nation was going to be a target of the enemy and anytime soon, the enemy was going to invade. The patrols themselves however, knowing that they were in no position to attack the enemy head on due to the superior firepower in the possession of the enemy force, decided to hide amongst the high shrubbery on tops of hills just a few kilometers from to the flanks of the enemy’s advance. Although they knew that it was only going to be a matter of time for them to be detected by enemy radar and aircraft due to their lack of camouflage. Trying their best to hide from whatever sensors the enemy has in store, or at least delay their inevitable death, decided to shut down their engines and stay low, remaining only connected with the “strike base” using only satellite radio or networked transmitter communications (there are a few transmitters in the open desert supplied only by solar panels).

With this, the corps was immediately on high alert for everything that was to happen by the south. As most of the corps were at most 10 kilometers from the city’s outskirts, it would take some time before the Australians would actually enter within the firing range of Tronesian Pascual and Andres tanks. And the moment they were to enter the maximum of 10 kilometer (although since the horizon was a factor, the tanks would only get to fire at 5 kilometers) firing range, autoloaders were immediately switched on, with 10 HEAT and Sabot rounds being placed alternately on the firing queue making up a total of 20 rounds prepared for the autoloader. As soon as the first 20 rounds of HEAT was expended, the tank loaders would fully take over as it was predicted that at this stage, the fullest of the skills of the tank operators would be used since this is the part when the battle would get tough. An order was promptly given to the units defending the cities that were directly at the path of advance of the enemy, the SC1, to fall back northwards, stopping only at Harts and Tilmouth. Further elaboration by the Tronesian high command briefed them that the cities of Alice and the Well were strategically considered to be “unimportant” and “not worth defending” convincing them that the only battle worth fighting south would be the battle to defend Tilmouth and Harts.

As the order to retreat was given despite the fact that no battles were still being fought in the land, many amongst the fore running tank brigade were frantically confused with rumors circling around that the two other major units had been destroyed by the enemy. But these rumors were only circulating among the enlisted rank and file with actual commissioned officers knowing the full nature of the retreat.

However, despite the preparations, from the perspective of the enemy, they could easily intercept through the civilian frequencies of certain voices barking that “all armored divisions should fall back”. And in actuality, some units amongst the allied lines would indeed fall back. For at least 50 kilometers, the enemy would see not much resistance and would be able to advance with ease as the SC1 of the 3rd corps would fall back enough that the settlements of the Well and Alice would be completely within the enemy’s grasp. Further advance to the city by the enemy would reveal abandoned vehicles, a town (a further replica of the original Darwin city) without people and completely empty buildings. It was so since the two towns were simply just giant construction sites registered as cities by the nation’s census board. Depending on how the enemy sees it, they would also see a gold mine of numerous abandoned military vehicles. 60 humvees and a total of 100 Andres tanks (made of paper Mache yet painted with aluminum and with a camouflage layer to simulate the RF reflective armor of the tank. The vehicles could be simply found lying about, complete with uniforms, bariaklan weapons and other military paraphernalia. These things would simply be found with objects scattered as if whoever the owners of these vehicles was heavily in a rush to abandon them. Whatever the reason was, the broadcast, if the enemy had intercepted it earlier, would be the answer. It would seem as if, judging by how frantic the voice that ordered the “retreat” sounded, the Tronesian soldiers were very afraid of the enemy. It could be theorized on the part of the enemy that the alliance they were in, had been sanctified by their previous victories over the bayan, and this retreat was ordered as these people would want to live. However, upon inspecting these vehicles, they would be found without gas and the weapons without any ammunition. If any appropriate ammunition was found, they were simply blank or spent rounds. The silence of the cities, to the common person, would be extremely unnerving. With the wind of the prairie or the ringing in the ear of the enemy soldier could be the only things that could be heard. Not a figment of resistance could be found as if the enemy forces do not even exist. Further inspection of the city’s transmitters would find that they would actually be the ones broadcasting the message.

And the enemy was looking for the so-called “slave labor mines”, and they indeed have found them. With screams of pain and cries of help from what seems to be laborers stuck inside. There would be no defenders amongst the uranium mines leaving it ripe for the picking by the enemy’s forces. Oh how the so-called “slaves” were waiting for whatever person was trying to liberate them. The dark gaping holes of the unlit mine entrances demanded that only brave souls enter the caverns to liberate the imagined “slaves”.

Further advance to the north through the urban route would be heavily blocked by these vehicles as they, with a bunch of crudely placed barbed wire and tank blocking spikes would block the enemy’s path in the streets so in order to advance further north through the urban route, they would have to clear these obstacles.

At the southern borders of Harts and Tilmouth as well as the neighboring outskirts however, the Tronesian SC1 (at least only 3 brigades would flee north with the others staying in place only to approach the line of advance on a rendezvous point once the enemy had fully crossed north) would be waiting for them, immediately firing upon the enemy as soon as they came within effective detection and firing range of the Andres and the Pascuals. The obvious target were of course, the enemy tanks, in an effort to deliver immediate destruction on opposing enemy tanks, HEAT and Armor piercing fin stabilized discarding sabot rounds in a set up as described before. Guessing that the immediate threat of infantry was autoloaders was not a thing, much of the layout were for anti tank battle, although the loaders were very much prepared for a battle against infantry even when the semi automatic fire controls are still in action as they kept track on the tank’s electro infrared and optical sensors in anticipation for enemy infantry, immediately firing on the basis of the KYPOD doctrine (infantry radio have their own individual transponders which follow a modulation pattern set up by the Tronesian GS system) which the Tronesian armed forces has also adopted. The crew were also prepared to deploy their chaff smoke screens (the same technology installed on the Merkava and Armata tanks), although this smoke screen which in theory, could create a mask that hides the tank’s visible silhouette, infrared and radar signature, totally hiding the tank from all seekers making guided munitions miss. But this technology was still in its experimental stage and it had no guarantee that it will work at all. The only thing that this particular part of the countermeasures suite surely provided however was a psychological one as it offered the crew some semblance of protection, although those among the crew who were well versed in engineering would know that the only thing the tank would actually need for protection were the countermeasures the Zhouranese had installed by default. The same tactics were applied in both the Western and the Eastern fronts in which the army groups WC1 and the EC2 fell back as soon as the enemy was within firing range, firing on the enemy as much as possible with HEAT and Sabot rounds while they were retreating, inflicting as many casualties upon the enemy as they attempt to penetrate enemy lines, but allowing the enemy overall to advance deeper and deeper into Tronesian territory. They would be left to their own devices to figure out why this was the case, why the Tronesians were letting the combined Australian and Inyurstani force so easy. Some would say this will be just a repeat of the defeat of Lebanon, with the Filipinos retreating without a fight. Only time will tell what is really to happen next.

The 6th copter strike group and the 1st Corsaire strike force along with the 1st Sparrowhawk strike group would then take off from their respective airbases and land upon Harts were they would move as close in air support. At least 3 Corsaires however, would be noticeably be deprived of all weapons from its external hardpoints as they would take on the role of reconnaissance in further operations with their significantly low radar cross section. And since Australian radar infrastructure is not known to be very complex hence offering the Tronesian armed force significant confidence in operating the Corsaires as low key reconnaissance assets.

There were massive qualms amongst Tronesian circles meanwhile on whether or not the city of Darwin, which was still effectively under Australian hands, should be promptly occupied, as they still possessed the potential as becoming a haven for an amphibious landing force of the enemy. There was already an entire infantry division as well as 3 cavalry battalions prepared for such an endeavor. Having noted of the relative lack of major military presence there, and upon the orders of the prime minister, a message was sent to the Darwin government inquiring them whether or not they wish to be regarded as an open city. The plans were already laid out for a neutralization operation should talks fail. The city government was only given 48 hours to respond, highly identical to the ultimatum given to Vietnam.

Operation Thunder strike

The mission was no different from that of Vietnam, except this time, the target was the Inyurstani bases in Australia. The Hukbo already had everything planned for in the event of Australia's participation in the war. Targets were quickly identified with Google earth and the Hukbo had even taken up "special requests" from random people throughout Tronesia, mostly disgruntled miners who were very angry to Australia's disposition that "Filipino monkey occupiers" had to be "exterminated from Australia" as many trolls would say in the internet. Out of all the requests, there was one that was notably very peculiar, "destroy all of Derby's Boab trees", from an old woman who believed that "Australian idolatry of Boabs" must be destroyed. It was known that the certain person who made that request was an evangelical baptist nun who also protested against the establishment of "infrastructure of vices" such as game houses, race centers and other sporting grounds and called for establishment of "state churches" in Tronesia instead. The Hukbo has rejected this request complaining it was "unnecessary" but with the threat of law suit from her relatives who were powerful aristocrats (who simply sympathized with the nun simply because of their blood relations rather than because of her crazy ideas), they were coerced to comply but only on the agreement that they will only bomb "just one Boab tree".

A total of 70 Thunder missile launched from different locations throughout the Derby area had then executed. Several missiles fell upon the city and the nearby airfield of RAAF Curtin from different locations, even all the way from Zamboanga city, in an attempt to just spite the Australians and their Martinezist Inyurstani backers. In this single strike, more than 23,000 of explosive would fall upon the city in a strike that is meant not only to incapacitate the city, but also to deprive it of emergency services and therefore render the city's basic rule of law impractical. Once this is done, its citizens will witness the best of mankind turn into their base desires and primal behavior as they fight one another for survival. Due to Derby's relative distance form other settlements in Australia, it would take sometime before its local government could even bring in a sense of law and order in the town. Meanwhile, Filipino agents and other Kalihiman contacts, totaling to 4, would keep watch of the situation in the city updating the Kalihiman through secure social media accounts in Punch and other communications applications such as Skype. They would be the sentries to the situation in the city keeping an eye on whether or not the operation is a complete success. In total, 39,350 pounds of explosives would fall on Derby and RAAF Curtin.

by **Tronesia** » Fri Oct 14, 2016 10:01 am

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by **Siamese realm** » Sun Oct 30, 2016 9:10 pm

...Continuation of Operation Thunder Strike

Unofficial flag of the Allied forces

Despite the best efforts of the enemy to crush the allied force in one campaign, the bayan and its allies remained firm. In fact, there was no decrease in morale but rather, the exact opposite happened. Due to the large scale missile attacks, citizens from all over the region then was under the impression that they were under attack by an enemy that sought their extinction. Due to this, people began voluntarily enlisting themselves into their respective national militaries or participating in private paramilitary organizations. The sum total of all the allied forces, if the new recruits were to be taken into account, had now reached more than 15 million but only 1 million would be immediately called into combat for the short run as the allied governments, most specifically the major allied countries such as Thailand, Indonesia and the bayan refused to fight with a red shirt army arguing that it was better to fight in terms of quality than quantity. Much to the dismay of the 10 million people who wanted to fight in the most immediate notice, they would have to wait until they had passed through their 3 month basic training and even so, they would be relegated only to support roles such as technical, communications, logistics and other roles that were mostly non combatant in nature. This was part of the Hukbo high command's initiative never to treat their men the same way Terten had treated them before, like expendable pawns on the belief that it would be optimum if they will reveal whatever inherent talent or capability they had in them hence allowing them to act and fight on their most optimum. This policy was unpopular to the impatient zealous ones who wanted to charge straight on for the front as early as possible but this proved to be very popular to the cadres of veteran officers who were military elites themselves. The current leadership of the bayan was steadily gaining their respect and it was not only limited to the Filipino rank and file alone but also to the Whiteshorians, who had been for a long time, asking for this kind of change into their ranks, a more decisive and calculated leadership in contrast to the one provided by Terten, who on the other hand was a very impulsive and indecisive leader.

From the factories at the Duterte line, a new weapon was then slowly dragged into the airfield hangars all over the bayan. It was the long awaited AP-4 Agila fighter, bomber and interceptor which for now was to be relegated to support and training missions rather than be introduced into combat immediately. Many pilots who were expecting to be assigned to the new 100 plane strong assets was expecting something that would really be viable for replacement of the Corsaires and the Sparrowhawks, which are now hardly used by the bayan unless when absolutely necessary due to its weaknesses becoming more and more evident as time goes by. Disappointment came to the pilots as soon as they knew that aside from the speed, it was nothing like the Corsaires and was merely a 4th generation fighter aircraft. The pilots however were simply told by their technicians to "wait for the Lawin" which was going to be the first truly modern indigenous produced aircraft that could be easily considered as a 5th generational fighter, although it will not be until the end of October that they will get to see themselves flying those things due to the difficulty of testing the aircraft without prompting the attention of the enemy on their new assets. It was highly imperative that the enemy would not be aroused to form a study group for the bayan's assets so as to provoke the element of surprise once it really is deployed for its maiden battles. The project in fact was so secret that not even the Hukbo high command knew what were the exact specifications as well as unique capabilities of the aircraft while it was still considered to be in its "development stages". In fact, the Dangan and the Ayala corporation corporations jokingly warned that it was not afraid to sue the government of the bayan itself if they were to "potentially jeopardize trade secrets".

Amidst the crossfire in the region, and fierce preparations all over the kingdom, the night was relatively calm in the vicinity of the capital and the palace with the silence occasionally broken by the sound of several royal and allied military aircraft circling overhead the capital city. Throughout allied circles, military operations to neutralize the threat of Martinezist Vietnam and Burma have already been preplanned with a maximum of 200,000 Thai troops ready for immediate deployment while a million more which lay in reserve was also fully activated for defense of the Kingdom should it be attacked. The full deployable force was then listed. It was the largest force ever to be deployed in battle by any of the ASEAN neighbors since the second world war. For the first time in nearly a hundred years, the region was about to come into war once again.

Meanwhile in Burma

The preliminary operations were successful. Too successful in fact that the border was set ablaze rendering it open for the next phase of operations with the last of the aging Martinezist border defenses snuffed out of the earth. But alas, the enemy did something that would make the forces advancing from either side to find themselves on a tough challenge. Mines, huge amounts of them laid scattered all over the border area. Despite being an expected reaction, the allied side was still very much dumbfounded that the Burmese had a huge amount of defensive equipment at their disposal. It seemed as if, to the local commanders, that their previous dispositions about Martinezist defenders were vastly under estimated. Now, it was imperative that these men get that message as there would be no room for error on the next stages of this operation which would be the more meticulous parts as it involves cleaning up the border and softening up the conditions for the actual objectives to be reached.

Upon receiving news that the enemy has deployed such a vast number of mines therefore making an immediate border incursion dangerous, many of the volunteer fighters groaned in disappointment as they predicted that the fighting would be delayed for about a week or so, depending on how quick the next stages of the operations are executed. These fighters, although prepared to fight for such a long period of time, prepared to lay down the comforts of life back at home for the virtues found in combat in a hostile and unfriendly environment found themselves on a much undesirable situation than war, waiting which in turn filled them with boredom, a problem they were not prepared for.

However, many of the local commanders found the delay more of a blessing than a curse knowing that combat delayed meant that they had more time to bolster the ranks and therefore prepare a much sharper invasion.

Meanwhile, fast movers were detected coming in upon the Thai-Burmese border, however, these were only to be dealt with by the huge masses of Vino SPAAGs (contrary to their name, were not exactly SPAAGs but rather integrated weapons systems) that were in already in the border. 3 Numyht Surface to Air Missiles would then be launched on each fast movers, notoriously known for their low operational altitude, just like any other cargo aircraft. These aircraft would not see the light of the day even before they will reach the gulf.

Burmese skies

The pilots, at first, disappointed by the silence, became very delighted to have detected signals from enemy detection platforms.

The moment the bloodhounds were detected, the reply of the Corsaires was to immediately make a sharp descent of altitude and fly only below the threshold for allowed cruising speed. The jammers were quickly activated to flood the enemy detection frequencies with dopplerized false targets that project multiple “reinforcements” of differing angles, speed and other illusionary information hence giving the enemy’s fire controls multiple images from the false information the jamming waves were projecting to choose from. In contrast the lows RCS the Corsaires would give out as a result of its airframe and masterfully crafted skin composition, the enemy would see the false targets with larger priority than the smaller real target. This feature was even more amplified by the fact that the aging passive radar systems used in this equally aging missile system were quite sensitive to spoofing hence allowing the missiles to be somewhat “manipulated” by the Corsaires, by offsetting them with jamming signals that are more powerful than the actual radar returns that look exponentially weak by comparison. The corsaires then made a series of accelerating pings to fool the doppler reliant systems of the Bloodhounds that their targets are much closer than expected in an attempt to ultimately trigger the premature destruction of the missiles by stimulating a false message on their proximity fuzes. The missiles would then miss as they would.

The pilot was indeed blessed by the heavens, at least they felt it as their detection radars caught the glimpse of the opposing fighter jets that they were about to face. Their R-77s would simply become another target of the existing ECMs of the Corsaire recons due to their notoriously low resistance to electronic counter measures. To complement the jamming done against the missiles, chaff was also launched to fool the multitudes of missiles before a high performance sudden barrel roll to the side over and over again would be done with just seconds away from impact with the A2A missiles. The sudden maneuver would suddenly have the R-77s original targets move away from their narrow line of sight while their focus would be upon their new false targets which would be very hard to distinguish by such missiles against the low RCS of the Corsaires, the last resort should the rumored AESA radars of the K-77M work against their favor. However, not all fighters would have the same initiative as 3 of the 10 pilots would be shot down anyhow but the pilots would not bail out without setting off the makeshift self destruct sequence of the GS005 making the plane explode just seconds before impact ensuring that all its electronics, especially the ones that utilize the guardian system's connections, won't be captured by the enemy.

For the 3 pilots, they would parachute down and try with the best of their ability to avoid getting caught by the enemy with their immediate target being the democratic controlled patches of the Katin state and hopefully, through their allies there, they would be able to be smuggled out of this hellhole. But navigation was intensely difficult through the extremely humid and lush rain forests of the nation, even more so during this dark night. The first thing the 3 pilots did were to ping one another their locations after they radioed each other a mayday message.

Pretty soon, the strike base was informed that 3 pilots had been lost for this battle. A terrible loss by the standards of the new commanders who postulated such a loss came about due to heavy underestimation of the enemy's defenses. The main Brigadier Heneral in charge of the entire allied Burma theater pounded a fist on the table of his planning room as the Burmese defenses torn 3 of his supposed to be undetectable Corsaires to shreds complaining about the disadvantages of "aging Lyras technology".

"If i only had the Agila and the Lawin... things would be better!" Complained the brigadier Heneral in charge as he flung a pencil towards the interactive map table that shown the locations of the pilots where they transmitted their crash message.

"They won't be ready until December Heneral." One of the junior officers replied.

"So i'm pretty much stuck with an array of substandard fighters until then?"

"We have no choice but to bear with it Heneral."

But the brigadier Heneral, deciding he could not wait until he has "more reliable" fighters at his disposal just for the sake of getting that feeling of security knowing you're holding a better gun than before, sent a letter to the HHC requesting the immediate delivery of at least 5 Lawins and 20 Agilas. In all seriousness, despite being informed of the existence of the Lawin and the Agila, he himself had no idea of the exact specifications of the two new combat aircraft and therefore had no idea how the inclusion of the more advanced fighters will affect the time table reserved for the strategies laid out ahead for them. Nevertheless, he pushed for their delivery and was happy to receive a letter that the said fighters would be delivered "in two weeks".

Despite the shootdown however, thwarting the initial plans for a "Zero casualty campaign" (misunderstanding the actual order of the HHC that combat casualties are okay as long as they are at the "minimum"). There was however, one contribution on the part of the Martinezist occupying forces, and it was the fact that the enemy’s defenses had revealed their location by foolishly firing upon them. The pilots made quick estimates of the source of the missiles in relation to their current GPS/Glonass locations on the maps of their flight computers. The location was quickly mailed to the strike base who processed the location and quickly and told the local units to prepare for an attack on said platforms. Meanwhile, pro democratic agents would be scattered by the thousands, if not, millions all over Burma. It was a good thing that support for the Martinezist dictatorship was not universal due to their notorious brutality against suspected "communist agents". The local populace was also not keen on having a foreign power grip upon the country as if it were a colony and for many, the Martinezist regime had betrayed the very cause it claimed to have fought against: Imperialism. Exiled pro-democracy intellectuals all the way back in Thailand found it quite an irony that the already democratic nation had been destabilized by an ideology that claimed it could liberate themselves from the "evils of democratic colonialism" blaming Manila for all their troubles when in turn, they would favor the blatant imperialism of another. Hence, there were agents who worked against the Martinezist dictatorship and foreign occupiers. If democracy could not come back to them, the traitors and the colonialists would pay the hefty price for becoming traitors to Myanmar as a nation.

Many unarmed Burmese locals indistinguishable among the population would seem to be nothing but simple civilians when in fact, they were agents who would then pass along information in the form of cleverly disguised "gossips" being passed like a chain of people until it reached the liar of the remnants of the democratic government where they would then transmit the information to allied sources through the internet using secure accounts or through an encrypted coded message to Filipinos utilizing the secret codes of the Katipunan using morse code (with outsider information from democratic agents based in the bayan informing the Hukbo of such broadcasts) to which many of the democratic forces's leadership were heavily inspired from due to their ability to maintain a movement amidst a dark era of colonialist repression and treachery amongst their own race who served the oppressors themselves as well. It would be strange that despite raging civil war, internet would still be existing in Burma but it wasn't an alien thing for the movement as communication with the outside world was still key for their movement which found it important to maintain a channel to express their propaganda. This would be far no different from the tactics of the ISIS in Iraq and Syria who also uses internet. The positions of the empire were then made clear as these agents, existing on nearly every corner of Burma simply for the sake of information, would give away their approximate locations in relation to key areas such as towns or rivers. Expert map readers would then triangulate Imperial defenses using only ruler, protractors and their own maps. The democratic front knows that in any time, the Imperialist forces would turn on them once the radio pings were to be intercepted by the enemy so it was imperative that this transmission of information was to happen really fast, more importantly while they were still recovering from doing their "defensive cordon" formation.

The main target was the main Imperial force that had been air dropped by the empire unto Burma in preparation for its "accession" into the Fernaturian empire. The secondary targets were the aerial defenses of the Martinezists itself as well as their airfields, and Imperial aerial assets.

Immediately as the "pings" by the democratic forces were made, the allied forces turned towards their own maps subscribing towards their available satellites to photograph the approximate distances of the forces in the area. With this large scale paradrop, it would be very hard to ignore the contrasting revealing locations of the Imperial forces with their own large scale conventional equipment and their choice of location for a landing site which is a poppy field. Another message had then been pinged towards the democratic forces asking them to confirm if the Imperialist forces were still in the location, with a quick "yes" reply all the way from across the border, the go signal to attack was given. While the ground forces predicted that a waiting game was about to begin, the airforce would have none of it. Determined to stick to the time table, an attack was soon ordered on all the enemy forces in Burma. There was to be no mercy for the enemy.

A total of 350 missiles were then fielded in Thailand from the fresh reinforcements and supplies that was delivered there. While the enemy already a taste of what 200 Saigants would feel like, it would only be the beginning of the punishment heading their way. Although this time, instead of using naval attack platforms, land attack platforms such as from makeshift launch towers or actual missile trucks were now the perfect choice for the attacks from Thailand and Sarawak. Another 300 would then be deployed from Malaysia. In what will be described as the costliest operation to be done yet by the bayan to this point with the single bomardment alone trumping the sum total costs of the bayan's last 3 wars combined. It would roughly be at midnight Bangkok time when the first 50 Kh-55 cruise missiles then took off from their platforms in Sarawak while at the same time, 50 thunder missiles would take off from Thailand. The missiles would be each carrying 400 kg of HE warheads with the Saigants carrying Astrolite G warheads alone ensuring that these explosions would be of high power and worth the cost. However, due to the thunder missiles being launched from a shorter range, roughly a third of its maximum operational range, the missile would then be able to field its remaining fuel as additional explosive dispensing them in the air to kickstart a thermobaric chain reaction ensuring total destruction of its targets. The first of the 100 combined missiles would fall upon the enemy's primitive air defense networks, most importantly their attack platforms. Another barrage of 100 missiles of similar composition and from the same areas would fall upon the Imperialist's GPS locations, particularly at their landing point and their predicted routes. The main targets would be military hardware of any kind, most importantly the ones the would prove vital for their combat capabilities such as their NW Canadian Viper Air Defense Systems, their resupply and utility vehicles, and identified artillery and guided munitions vehicles such as such as the Specialist Dynamics Thunderer MK1 and the VMK AG Panzerhaubitze 2E Armoured Howitzer which were viewed as one of the more dangerous components of their ground forces. After the first of the "purification salvos", another 100 would fall once again upon the enemy positions on the same targets. The allied forces waited for 5 more minutes for reloading before a final salvo of 100 was launched on the enemy while the rest of the missiles were secured for further strikes if they were deemed necessary. But the real reason why no further strikes were made was because there was an unexpected problem; the entire bayan satforce had been taken down for unknown reasons much to the dismay of the missile operators who were visibly enjoying the task of sending missiles flying for the destruction of the enemy.

Meanwhile, SPAAGs from the bayan's AA kampanyas were rerouted towards the local airfields in order to save them from becoming a target to future missile salvo attacks.

Meanwhile, the Kalihiman planners were still fixated on the finalizing the financial operation to ultimately crush the ability of the enemy to keep on going, at least in the economic sense. Inflation was the magic word for this campaign. The target was the nations of Vietnam, the first of the key enemies in this war. And so, the printing of Vietnamese dong replica paper money had begun in secret at several printing facilities all over the country which were seized from former criminal organizations who were experts on counterfeiting money which roughly matches 97% of the real deal. The rate of printing was at $30,000,000 per day as it utilized 3 of Vietnam's highest denominations of the Vietnamese Dong to cut the hassle. At that rate, they would have 1 billion in two months which did not satisfy the chief of the counterfeiting operations who proposed that the output be doubled.

"We have to be fast or Saigon will be flattened by the time we are ready and our efforts would be useless!" Cried the Kalihiman chief of special operations.

Meanwhile in Mindoro

A purported large fleet of bayan ships gathered 10 miles from
the western coast Mindoro

Meanwhile, in the Paluan municipality at the federal state of Mindoro, masses of people, many of whom, are bystanders gathered at the western shores of the island where they saw in the horizon, what appears to be a large fleet. The silhouettes of almost everyone of the familiar ships of the bayan were massing 10 kilometers from the horizon. To further confirm that there was indeed an invasion fleet amassing, radio signals that did not make sense at all began emanating from the direction of the fleet at an ever increasing rate. These radio signals were heard by ham radio operators who were able to grab military grade radio receivers from online stores based in Singapore. It was widely speculated by the listeners that these signals were in fact from the high quality GS encryption that rumors have spoken of. Alongside these signals however were the unencrypted radio traffic that the Hukbo had been heard using lately throughout the wartime preparations. Some ham radio listeners quickly knew that this fleet was indeed going to be used for an invasion on Vietnam across the South China sea although also some broadcasts did note that the invasion force won't be fully ready until mid October.

"We could only hope that Saigon isn't spying on us with their subs so we could wipe their grins off their faces next week." -An intercepted military radio signal spotted on civilian frequencies by ham radio operators.

People online have began to voice concern about the existence of the fleet telling that because of these unencrypted signals, the enemy might be able to intercept them and attack it citing that the Vietnamese had been known to possess submarine capabilities. Some people however dismissed these warnings citing that submarines "did not have the capability to intercept radio signals" causing netizens to voice their concerns even more.

It wasn't long before the KK came to put the entire eastern shores of Mindoro on lock down with the reason that a "secret military operation was under way" much to the dismay of local military enthusiasts and curious locals who found it entertaining to look at the fleet. The KK agents in the area then suggested that the enthusiasts "find a better hobby" and the locals to "get laid" for finding the most mundane things interesting.

Only an hour after the defensive retaliation against the Vietnamese navy, a conference was quickly convened once again in Zamboanga city with numerous journalists and other members of the media both notable figures and independent (luckily, the security restrictions have been heavily dropped permitting registered journalists from all media organizations to take part in the press conference due to laxer security) flocking the conference hall. Each of the media men already prepared for this very conference their own long list of questions with some lists, particularly those from the major news companies reaching as long as 3 meters. They were all hell bent on getting their questions answered. To the person who was to be representing the military, it will be a very long day for them.

After a short luncheon with his colleagues, he then decided it was time to meet the public. Fidel V Ramos, the elder of the Hukbo, the mentor of the chief of staff, Heneral Domer Eluide. He is the aging man who was once the president of the Philippines himself. People all around are still quite surprised when they meet him wondering how he managed to survive all these years. He is estimated to be more than a hundred years old already thanks to medical advancements such as cyborgry and prosthesis. Everything from his heart, lungs and other vital organs, even the brain, has been heavily restructured or augmented so as to keep his failing body alive. He is in fact so old that he could only move around in a wheelchair with the help of someone else who is pushing as his skeletal muscles are to weak to move his own body on its own.

As soon as he was moved to the stage, there was a sudden silence in the crowd.

"Vietnam is unfortunately an enemy now." The old man declared. "They've launched strikes against our urban centers but luckily, we have a formidable defense umbrella to deal with the onslaught. We cannot assure that this umbrella is impenetrable however. But we are trying our best to continuously augment our defenses so that our capabilities will remain stable."

A blank tarpaulin screen then descended beside him from the ceiling were a projection was then made. It was the map of Vietnam with major cities encircled.

"But one thing is clear however, because of all these actions, we cannot rest until the fortress city of Saigon, the headquarters of the enemy, has been neutralized."

"And if we fail in our battles to neutralize them, then we'll be expecting them all the way here in Zamboanga, on every sewer, tunnel, hill, jungle, rock and everything else." "We're not afraid to fight for every blade of grass in this country. No matter how many litters of sweat, blood and tears we will excrete, we will never submit to communism and Martinezism to which they are advocating. The tracks of tyranny of the Caudillios and their minions stops at the shores of the bayan."

"As much as possible we will try to avoid civilian casualties. The initial casualties in Burma was very unfortunate, but we cannot deny that collateral damage will be sustained in this extensive war against communism and Martinezism. Both ideologies are very adept in blending in with the civilian populace making it really hard for us to distinguish between our targets and bystanders."

"We will make sure that every pint of blood spilled during the 8-24 attacks will be held into account. This is a very outrageous and barbaric act and the terrorists responsible as well as the entities collaborating with their efforts must be put to justice."

"This is another chapter of our wider war against communism that started in the war against China, Chosan, Romania, Yemen, Iran, the Soviet union, communist Germany, the USN, South Lebanon, Ardoki during the time of the United left, the red rose, the regional communist terrorists of General Hun sen and Jose Maria Sison as well as the United left and many others. We will continue this campaign until Filipinos everywhere could consider themselves safe from this barbaric threat. Our goal is that not a single nation will fly the hammer and the single will continue to exist by the end of our campaign. We are prepared to fight an entire century or even an entire millennia to send the message to these indoctrinated bastards that communism is never the answer and is only an agitator, another disease designed to replace the main diseases of society with another."

And so the message was clear: If the Vietnamese thought they were able to get away with what they've just done scot-free, they will be terribly mistaken for the bayan does not forgive and forget so easily. There will be no act done against it that will not warrant a reciprocal level of retaliatory action for the sake of justice. One way or another, Vietnam was going to pay. By heaven's command, they are to pay with the blood of their sailors and the continued stability of their nation.

Space wars

It had been a normal day at the main station at PAG-ASA which did not only handle the meteorological and astronomical assets of the bayan but also handled its satellite reconnaissance. It would be a relatively boring job for the operators who were assigned to keep checking whether or not the satellites were operational. The job was so uneventful that much of their work routine was focused of playing games until a beep would ring from their computers. There was also an explanation why they were only paid with meager sums as the bayan owned only 30 satellites, 10 microsatellites and 20 for reconnaissance as well as communication.

But today, things are about to change as a beep would ring from one of the operator's computers who would see the live feeds from their satellites go out one by out ringing one loud beep after the other.

"What the?" The operator gasped as the live update of the high resolution map of enemy territory, which had an update speed about half of internet explorer, was suddenly replaced by static.

The director of the satellite force then phoned the Kalihiman's HQ as the satellite reconnaissance suddenly went offline. The entire giant screen of the mission control building was suddenly ringing with a red alarm as if a fire was going down. Although not the first time that the satellite force was sabotaged, it would be the first time that such a thing was happening on such a large scale to the point that it was already serious because it compromised the capabilities of the Guardian system to which the bayan's defenses were very much reliant upon. Many of the operators were trained for this moment but it was the first time that they will be using this level of their training into action.

"Hello? Yes, this is professor Lawin. Ano? Hoy! Hinde! I meant to ask about the problems with coverage." The professor said with a woman on the other side of the Kalihiman's phone answering him.

"What about problems with coverage? Yes! The Philippine area of responsibility's offline."

"Not much, we're still in service though, but i just want to know what caused the shutdown of our satforce." The professor replied after being inquired about the extent of the effects of the damages.

"No, it's not a solar flare. Definitely not, we've already predicted that there'll be low solar electromagnetic activity as of this time." The professor replied after being inquired if it was caused by a solar flare. The professor started to becoming visibly annoyed by the followup questions because it seemed to him that the Kalihiman was doubting him on his problems.

"Well, how much would it cost?" The professor's face lightened up after being told that replacement would be "easy".

"Fine, we'll take it. Just make it quick."

The professor then hung up as the Kalihiman meanwhile tried their best to alleviate themselves of the problem.

Kalihiman HQ

The new data then came out from the observatory which filled up the monitors of the Kalihiman leadership meeting room. The satellites were confirmed to be taken out by "multiple high velocity objects" as the pieces which used to be the bayan's reflectors were now shattered into millions of little pieces orbiting the earth in high velocity with majority of them crashing down into the earth. It was pretty obvious that this incident was not pure incident for the bayan's satellites utilized 3 different orbitals with the microsats utilizing the usual 250 kilometer civilian orbital and the others using larger orbitals.

"So it seems, it's definitely an unauthorized action, 99% an enemy move." One senior intelligence officer confirmed.

Strangely enough, there was one satellite that was still online, the one directly above the Indian ocean. It was the last satellite that kept them connected towards the other countries with encrypted communications.

"Indeed, it is as if they are expecting that we'll be willing to put ourselves out in the open in that front." Trisha nodded.

"Discord rate 95%. Data breach sighted. Maybe an attempt to eavesdrop on bayan secrets madame." One of the operators declared before flipping a live video from the satellites onscreen. It showed the earth with millions of tiny specs circling around it. Upon zooming in, the specs had tiny little red labels such as "piece of Diwata 6" and others implying that these were formerly pieces of the satellites that were just shattered by high velocity objects. Another window was then opened which showed a live video from the surviving satellite, an indirect breach has been through a connection from wires rather than through a direct connection not knowing that the satellites were armed with security cameras.

"It took some time for us to realize it because they were careful to do this in stealth mode." The operator then reversed the video to show footage of some unidentified astronauts wearing futuristic suits doing stuff that involved disassembling a section of the satellite before putting some kind of device. "The thud gave it away. The moment the satellite's skin had been compromised by this heavy force that only could be done by a nosy astronaut trying to sabotage us, we processed it as a hostile or a criminal action."

"They'll get nothing out of this but increased expenses." Trisha quipped pointing out that the satellite did not take part in the decryption process but rather in the simple reflection, or a simple repeater of whatever signals it was receiving from earth. The whole point of the guardian system was to make these signals difficult to be decoded in anyhow once intercepted.

"Still madame, this is somewhat serious for us since we just lost the link for the GSNCs to remain efficient and functional?"

"Tama." Trisha nodded. "But we still have to do a bit of damage control for the sake of more accurate weather coverage. The PAG-ASA bigwigs just called just to nag at me in the ear."

Before Trisha could proceed to "recallibration" process which involves utilizing other allied orbitals to counter the effects of these attacks, she still was curious as to who exactly could have been the one to have done this little endeavor. The enemy was beginning to become very creative nowadays, she thought as they weren't keen on attacking them head on like they did before but rather using numerous other unconventional means and ways for their destruction. It seemed that the Kalihiman would be very active for the duration of this war as they would have to anticipate for more attacks of similar nature.

"Tell me, confirm the attacker's identity." The KK chief commanded. Immediately, the operators scurried towards their work stations as they typed furiously looking for the list of possible suspects.

"We have only one suspect madame." After furious working for minutes, one of the operators then brought up a news article on screen showing the rocket launch from the empire of Paddy o Fernature. Due to being involved in pro-Martinezist operations in Burma and due to their current decision to invade and annex it to their empire, they were now primary suspect number one.

"The empire..." Trisha took a deep breath realizing they were now facing an empire with vast amounts of resources who could pretty much continue this little conflict with them until kingdom come. "I seriously thought it was Cuscatlan or something." The KK chief took a moment to think. The Kalihiman, she thought, would be indeed very busy throughout the duration of this conflict and now, new enemies mean that they have to step deeper into demanding territory where they had no experience before apart from training.

"I seriously thought it was Cuscatlan... and hoped it was just Cuscatlan." She smirked. Many more nodded in agreement knowing how much of a headache their work would be.

"Impossible, Cuscatlan has no such large scale space capabilities." One of the senior KK officials nodded. "It's not their main focus."

"Anyway, why the data compromise though?"

"The empire must have crappy weather prediction systems so they might be borrowing our data and are too shy to ask us personally." One of the senior KK officials quipped making some people in the room laugh.

"Well..." Trisha hunched as she tried to compose herself from the realization that they were facing an enemy they should indeed be fighting full heartedly against in order to survive by joining along with the joke. "We the Filipino way is humanitarian and generous so let's just leave them be."

"I doubt we could leave them be, they pretty much are cooked by the criticality BT." One of the operators cited as he brought up an illustrative video showing the same radiation mechanisms that existed in the new satellites of the bayan to which the surviving satellite belonged to.

"Oh yeah, you mean the thing that killed those Chosanese saboteurs?" Trisha inquired, pointing to the memory of the Chosanese infiltrators who once tried to sabotage their satellites only to be targeted by combined menace of EMP and harmful gamma rays and x rays generated by a sphere pf pure nuclear grade plutonium being immediately enclosed by 2 gallium-plutonium hemispheres to the point a supercritical chain reaction event would be possible generation but also slightly opened enough to let the lethal dose of radiation escape harming not only the satellite's electronics but also the intruders as well and affect everything that is near the satellite as she turned to the screen, confirming her assumptions.

"Yeah, that." The operator nodded as the video continued to show that the mechanism was activated the moment the compromise and the "thud" was automatically detected.

"A moment of silence for the enemy then." Trisha quipped.

However, knowing the potential implications of an attack of their sat force meant, Trisha quickly moved into action commanding that Brytsic satellites be the first to replace the damaged chain and used as repeaters with their owners sharing them the links to the satellite chain so they could be controlled directly from them. The Brytsic satellite force was far more capable than that of the bayan, proving more efficient in not only repeating, but also for future reconnaisance operations if they were needed in the future. Trisha also gave an order to "recallibrate" its orbital specifications such as inclination the moment "a rocket is detected to be launched from any SACTO and affiliated nation" including the empires of POD and Larry, the Roman empire and even from the IFC (even though officially, the bayan has neutral to friendly relations with majority of the IFC member states except for its leadership, Larry the emperor, who decided to ally with the Martinezist and communist causes).

"We still have to prepare for a possibility for a cutoff. Prepare for a repositioning of all the allied SATFOR and to keep in adherence to the KYPOD policy, i order that several new countersigns be issued to make the cut offs survive the final warning stage. These countersigns must be calendarized immediately. Issue a new data sheet for the GS platforms to receive as the countersigns per day and per condition." Trisha ordered.

The operators then quickly proceeded to their work with people behind their computer screens fiercely typing away new algorithms that will be submitted to the commanders of the guardian system for this very mission of producing a backup when an event that could compromise the bayan's sat force, widely known in amongst the bayan intelligence circles as a "cut off" could happen. This did not only mean that an attack on the bayan's sat force was only impractical, but pretty useless and simply a money waster for the enemy considering there are already a wide range of contingency plans available to just make the sat force pretty expendable. It would be comparable for an enemy spending billions of dollars to destroy one man's car for every single day without knowing that the man is actually the owner of a factory of cars making such a loss very insignificant.

Not everyone thought of the same as many were still not well versed of the contingency plans and thought of the satellite force as a high value target.

"But madame, Isn't that risky?" On operator inquired.

"Heh." The intelligence chief simply made a smug hunch as if it didn't matter at all. "And finally, reduce our bandwidth range to the freq of civies. It will hide our freqs with the other meaningless wifi signals."

"But ma'am! That will increase the likelihood of interference on our decrypts."

The KK chief furrowed her brows as she pressed on her order. "Then all the more better if the enemy finds out that the things that they are trying are even more garbled and meaningless than before. It will definitely blend in with the internet signals."

"Yes madame."

"Ready the backup reflectors. Capability rates will continue as usual."

The operators around her were working furiously before she walked towards another section of the room which handled the nuclear and ICBM forces reserved for her for ASAT capabilities, she gave another order.

"And finally, ready the Angelon force, prepare to dot foe targs in PAR cosmic domain. If the enemy wants to proceed with more attacks of this nature, not one of them survives to continue their missions."

After all was done, she turned to her outside communications personnel who were vigilantly waiting for orders; sleeping.

"Inform the high command immediately of our reports." The KK chief commanded as she took her high heeled boots and smacked them on each of the sleeping personnel one by one who then jumped awake, taking minutes to compose themselves before standing an attention upon realizing who just hit them.

"I guess this is the birth of the celestial division of the Hukbo right?" One of the Kalihiman senior officers said.

"A step forward into the future indeed." Trisha nodded.

Despite all the massive attacks attempted by the enemy however, the mood in the bayan is far from anxious. In fact, it's the other way around as numerous fiestas all over the bayan hosted by NGOs and concerned citizens who were bent on making the mood festive not only as a way to continuously lift the spirits of the people but also as a way to mock the expensive yet utterly futile efforts of the invaders to break the bayan with nearly every weapon they have at their disposal. Instead of greeting the missile bombardments towards the nation with screams and panic, the response was instead dance and colors.

The response festivals were held after a popular online petition signed at change.org calling for all Filipinos to advance the schedule of their barangay and city festivals towards the current date as a way to hold one "united wartime festival". The petition became so successful that it shocked its progenitors who were simply a bunch of school teachers from Masbate city. The school teachers hoped to get a maximum of 300,000 but got close to 5 million signatures from facebook and punch accounts overnight. With this highly successful petition, concerned citizens were able to convince the festival boards and the city councils to disburse the money saved by the city governments and fund raising organizations which were reserved for the different festivals.

The festivals however, since they were celebrated impromptu without much preparation had dance numbers that were relatively bland than how they were supposed to be should the dancers be given more preparation as the original plans for the respective festivals state. Despite being fully supported by the resources of the city government's cultural and tourism office, there was no opulence in the festivals and the resources weren't enough to celebrate all the festivals at once (because festival funding was grabbed from the cumulative amount tax collection funds on the time of the original dates). This lead the city governments to either tone down the grandeur of their fiestas from the envisioned plan or ask help from the parliament for funding itself. However, all the requests were respectfully declined by the ruling Natpro party stating that the current budget was already diverted to enhance the capabilities of the department of national defense and the NEDA to sustain civilian rations. This prompted much criticism from the Liberal conservative party who stated that the Natpros were neglecting the civilian initiatives to help the war effort in their own way. A short debate then ensued at parliament between the two parties ending in a conclusion that the layout of the budget schemes had already been planned and any change in plans may be detrimental to the war effort of the bayan and its allies. The parliament then issued a joint declaration urging for citizens to be as resourceful and creative as possible in making their own planned efforts possible since the budget no longer could cater to any additional expenses that were not part of the original plans of the wartime budget. The joint declaration was received with mixed reactions from the public with some expressing "understanding for the government's motives" to some who were furious about "government neglect" as pointed out by another survey by the social weather stations. Public opinion quickly however, stabilized to the notion that the government can't provide everything for them given the pressing demands of this war so indeed, the citizens would have to be creative in their own right if they are thinking of launching their own initiatives.

A quintessential photo of the unpreparedness of festival organizers

The festival organizers then thought that since the war launched by the bayan and the rest of the allied coalition was due for the bayan's thirst for justice after a series of brutal actions by the enemy in the immediate and further past, the theme of the festival was to be that of "Unity for justice" but soon enough, a split occurred with those who argued that the theme should be about citizens being "determined amidst the ordeal" due to the bayan's resilient stance despite the storm of attacks the enemy has launched in an attempt to put down the bayan in a single campaign. After a few rounds of fistfighting, grappling and hair pulling, a consensus was then reached between the two factions of organizers by simply combining the two slogans with a comma. There were those people who became uncontrollably self deprecating and wild realizing that the simple solution to their petty little conflict slogan was a simple comma. A warm exchange of apologies, hugs and distribution of bandages then ensued.

However, due to the funding and time constraints, the resulting event was then an equally messy yet funny presentations at the different festivals all over the bayan which was told to continue on for the following weeks. There were numerous accounts of dancers being lost in their steps mid presentation and attempts at creating acrobat stunts failing spectacularly. Despite this, messages of support poured towards the dancers and the festival organizers in the form of letters and social media posts thanking the organizers and performers for their effort also stating that they still were successful in lifting the spirits of the people.

Parliament meets at the new Senate hall in Clark Green city

The parliament meanwhile, which has since been evacuated to Clark Green city in the wake of the communist terror attacks then convened to discuss the possibility of a "political ceasefire" between the two fiercely rivaling parties, the Natpro party to which the ruling president Adriano Timente was under and the opposing Liberal conservative party. Much to the surprise of everyone who attended the meeting, the discussions were much more civilized than usual, lacking of the toxic vitriol of the speeches and proposals put forth by the two sides. It was then known that it was because of the wartime atmosphere that the political system was suddenly calm not only because they felt comfortable making decisions doing so, but simply because every official new they needed to because now was not the time to be split when the nation they are administering was under grave threat of Martinezism and communism, which was struck first and killed their countrymen by the thousands in a single day. The two main parties in the bayan, the Liberal conservative party and the National progressivist party then came to a consensus that they should suspend their political bickerings while the crossfire was still going on. Both major parties, along with the independent minor party lists then came to the conclusion that the war was not a matter of fulfilling the ruling administration's foreign policy but rather that of national survival against the bigger tyrannies of communism and Martinezism which was manifested through the coalition of their foes in this war.

However, this political alliance was only to be temporary and would only last as long as the war itself. It was nevertheless a needed one even for this short duration since there were a lot of policies that needed to be passed for the bayan to be fully able to launch the fullest of its capabilities throughout the entire war. It was imperative that these laws were to be passed as early as possible while the war is still being fought abroad. In the same convention in which the two parties then passed a large titanic law called the "Wartime measures act" which outlined the new set of restrictions and economic safeguards that will significantly help the war effort as well as boost the rate of equipment production. The law was not made by either one party but rather by the private sector, particularly by agents who hailed from the bayan's manufacturing companies and economics advisors who were particularly concerned about the potential rise of inflation as a result of the war effort. They argued, if the economy is to oriented fully for the purposes of war, it should be prepared to significantly reduce the rate of production of consumer goods so as to heavily increase prices due to reduced supply and therefore decrease demand as well as put an end to the resource strain which analysts were significantly concerned about. Even though resources were still abundant due to a lax in environmental policies concerning mining and resource extraction as well as increased imports from certain nations (Particularly China, the Imperium of Nihon which is different from the Martinezist Nifon, that had just renamed itself), it was still widely viewed by many that they should be prepared for an economic cutoff and fight the war independently of foreign aid. There was no longer a need for senseless pragmatic coalitions like UCASIRE, widely viewed as a "pathetic experiment" by Timente due to the inclusion of communists which he argued, should never be trusted, even more so because of their terroristic nature. More importantly, the law was a product of the advice of the nameless Prime minister of Thailand who advised Southeast Asian countries, including their own and the bayan to prepare for a "very long war" and "unleash the fullest potentials of the countries in the crusade against communism". In fact, the other countries in the region have already passed their own wartime economics laws leaving the bayan the odd one out as it was unusual for many that the nation was producing thousands of tanks and hundreds of thousands of motorcycles and smartphones at the same time.

by **Philippine bayan** » Sun Oct 30, 2016 10:33 pm

Continuing the joint session between the senate and the house of representatives meeting.....

The members of the congress did not bother to read the proposed wartime measures act themselves not wanting to enter into a meaningless debate and instead preferring to hire their own analysts to see if the law was favorable to the economy. With a quick thumbs up from their analysts, the congressmen and women signed the law into approval en masse with around a 90% margin with others abstaining primarily due to absence or because of broken voting buttons. The economic reforms law goes as follows:

PARLIAMENTARY RESOLUTION 302

Wartime measures act

By order of the congressonary, the embodiment of the will of the Filipino bayan. The supreme democratic arbitrary assembly of the Philippine bayan hereby orders the following:

Rationale: Unleashing the fullest of the bayan's capability to execute military operations. Elimination of potential hurdles that may jeopardize the overall war effort.

A nationwide 25 mph speed limit is hereby imposed for the purposes of peak oil prevention. All identified civilian vehicles shall be affected by this order regardless whether or not they use fossil fuels.
Mandatory reduction of consumer goods production to 5% of their original capacity and conversion of labor and infrastructure for wartime purposes. This shall be so to all registered manufacturing companies throughout the legal jurisdiction of this public jurisprudence.
Water rationing for all federal states. The water pressure shall be halved for all suburban communities to give way for fire fighting services in the event of wanton destruction and fire that need to be put out. Bottled water shall be slashed from the domestic retail stores by 1/3 and be allocated towards the department of defense who will in turn reimburse the expenses to the companies in question in the most immediate notice. Desalination and water treatment plants shall be given incentives for providing replacement water pressure for the ones lost in the extraction of ground water.
Ordering the Central bank of the Philippines to increase interest rates to all domestic and foreign borrowing apparatuses to 200%. This applies to all loans that are accepted hereafter this law was signed by the congress.
A nationwide ration of essential consumer goods such as food and other superfluous substances meant for direct consumption such as medicinal chemicals shall be rationed and be taken over by the coupons and nationwide distribution board, an office to be created by the legal powers of this parliament.
Feeding centers and established safezones shall be established to keep the unwilling out of the conflict zones. These shall be and MUST be recognized as open areas free from any military meddling both by the allied and enemy coalitions in accordance with previous consensus on humanitarian laws.
Increase in corporate taxes to 89% for all registered retail companies.
Financial incentives shall be given to businesses who could achieve the wartime production quotas mandated jointly by the National Economic Development Authority and the Department of National Defense and war.
All schools within risk zones shall indefinitely postpone their classes and proceed to online courses or until a campus relocation order has been issued by the Department of education and the CHED, TESDA and the National teachers council.
Increased quotas of gasification of coal to energy companies to give way for increased fuel production. This applies to 2/3s of all imports, all other coal shall be stockpiled in secure ground shelters.
Financial incentives shall be given to businesses who could achieve the wartime production quotas mandated jointly by the National Economic Development Authority and the Department of National Defense and war.

All these shall be in effect until the overall objective of the bayan's military operations have been achieved: The neutralization of the Martinezist communist coalition that threatens security as well as the freedoms and prized harmony of the bayan and its allies.

MABUHAY!

APRUBADO NG KONGRESO

SIGNATURA NI
ADRIANO TIMENTE
ANG PANGULO NG BAYAN

There was much protest regarding the specific clause of the new resolution that announced the increase of corporate taxes of the retail sector by 89% as it heavily targeted the mall and shop owners, particularly every industry that focused on reselling. En masse, retail companies calling it extremely "anti business". However, to the defense of the economists behind the clause, they argued that by axing the economy of the retail sector, there would be less "unnecessary consumption" of electricity, water and other essential commodities that needed to be rationed. Plus, the existence of the retail companies increased accessibility of produced goods to the market hence to decrease accessibility through the axing of the retail sector meant decreasing demand and freeing up essential resources for the war effort. The construction of new malls suddenly grind to a screeching halt with many shops going out of business. Additionally, the deliberate destruction of the retail sector (a demise aided by the departure of Zhouranese and certain other businessmen as a result of the perceived turmoil in the economy) made many people unemployed as the occupations of a whole lot of people, approximately 10-20% of the labor force became instantly affected (marketing, real estate, tourism and retail services) had been effectively destroyed by government policies. The favor instantly as well turned towards the war effort as more unemployed people meant more people to relocate towards military production and the armed services. What was left of the peace time economy as it was called by certain domestic commentators, was effectively been transformed into a war machine. Although initially met with mixed reactions, many people within the circles of the war effort leadership praised this masterful initiative. Little did many people knew that it was also the initiative that saved the bayan's economy from the full brunt of the speculative attack by the enemy, which in effect, never did take any significant effect at all, knowing living standards have already severely dropped as consumption power was axed the moment Timente was appointed president. The giant unit of deflation that the bayan's economy garnered as a result of the destruction of the retail sector, hence promoting a slight oversupply, shielded the bayan from the inflation a potential selloff might have caused.

Zamboanga city

Cecilia Richa Forbes

Immediately after being passed, the full blunt of the wartime measures act had been felt. Many distribution businesses were closed down and people were stuck in having to travel all the way from the factory just to get the products that they want since reselling was no longer a thing in their nation. Many people who once worked in malls now signed up en masse towards the factories where their skills of organization and collaboration were used to the maximum extent creating a twofold output on wartime production. But to the common man, life was made harder, but to many, this was viewed as very natural and expected since this was war and if they want to fight a war, they have to pay sacrifices. The comforts of suburb living were now over as everyone was working hard in their new workplaces while consumer goods have started to become either out of reach (most people would rather walk than spend gasoline on cars realizing they no longer enjoy the unlimited speed limits they once enjoyed at the highways) or have been stopped producing such as smartphones, cameras, gadgets and other valued added goods that were deemed "for leisure". This meant however, that people stopped buying new things and went in favor of repairing or maintaining their old gadgets hence the rise of new businesses such as one stop repair shops or gadget fixing servicemen ballooned exponentially.

Not even the aristocrats were safe from the wartime measures act, despite their relatively unchanged income, their ability to live on lavish lifestyles have been heavily reduced as there were less luxury goods in the market because of focus on wartime production. This meant that luxury goods had to be imported from abroad but due to the aristocrats being busy overseeing their own factories being turned into wartime ones and ensuring that these ventures stay profitable, were less keen on consuming but rather on producing more at the notion that after the war, they will be the biggest winners. Despite the existence of drafting, the aristocracy was relatively unaffected as their children still continued to stay behind their mansions protected from being drafted using top notch lawyers and some connections in the justice system who in turn has the supreme word on whether or not one is eligible to become drafted into battle or not.

Cecillia Forbes however, daughter of an aristocrat, disgusted by this injustice, had plenty of arguments with her parents as they barred her from enlisting herself in the Hukbo. Despite being an officer in the KK, the young woman was simply relegated to non combat roles by the request of her influential parents. The last time she got her lawyer to mark her eligible for combat, her parents intervened with her father grounding her from all her gifts such as her car or outside privileges and giving her a big slap in the cheek and this caused her to force herself locked inside her room for days not allowing anyone else inside, including her parents despite their numerous pleas. One day, her father thought her self isolation was too much and called the Aklan-KK's SAS group just to get a battering ram and break the door to her bedroom open. The moment the wealthy patriarch entered her daughter's bedroom, she was gone and the window was wide open with curtains tied to one of the grills tied end on end to create a rope that allowed her to climb down from her room which was all the way at the top of the 5 story mansion.

The patriarch at first thought it was a joke and ordered the KK to comb her bedroom which in turn proceeded to open the doors of the bathroom, the closet and other sections of the bedroom, even over turning the sheets and the bed itself as if they were conducting some anti drug raid. The "search" failed to find Cecillia but did succeed in managing to throw the already messy bedroom into a bigger mess. "Is this all necessary?" Asked the anxious father who only got "this is all protocol" as a reply from the KK officers.

"So my daughter's not around?"

"No she's not." The officer blankly replied.

"Excuse me mga gin'oo." The wealthy patriarch then walked up to the open window, took a deep breath and screamed while simultaneously tearing his posh branded buttoned shirt open.

"CECILLIAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!" The screams of her name echo through the windy night which caught the attention of the young woman who was now all the way in the middle of the busy Fort Sentro, the military camp of the Hukbo.

Cecillia simply gave a hunch as she proceeded to make her way through the thick crowds of those who are willing to be drafted themselves for many reasons such as their relatives being victims of the communist terror attacks themselves. There were many who were holding placards protesting for "justice" while many were signing up holding framed portraits of their lost love ones writing their names on the Hukbo application forms while in tears. Other people were busy doing other stuff with some in civilian uniform joining alongside the ones with uniform in carrying crates that were filled with ammunition unto trucks that then embarked towards unknown destinations. There were others who were practicing marches while others were there looking around gleefully evidently thinking that this whole thing was just a game for them.

Meanwhile, the young woman did not know where to start, wearing a hoodie and deliberately messed up her hair just so she can become unrecognizable, she walked up to the signing station which was underneath a tent were people were lining up on a table where uniformed Hukbo officers in their BDUs were waiting and shouting "next" while distributing some flyers where their next instructions were written.

It took two hours before the line was finally expended and she finally took her turn.

"Your application form madame." One of the officers gave her an application form, a young uniformed woman with slicked back hair and a seemingly unforgiving expression. Cecillia breath as she filled in the application bit by bit and tried her best not to be intimidated by looks on everyone's faces. She clumsily reached for her pen which then fell to the floor. Trying her best not to seem embarrassed by her clumsiness, nonchalantly reach down and wrote with a pose, much to everyone's amusement.

"-Miss..." The woman tried to imagine how everyone's expression must look like knowing that she's a clumsy girl and still can be very sexy about it. There was a reason she made it to the top spot at FHM's no. one Filipino bachelorette.

"MISS!" The voice repeated. Looking up, it was that stoic looking officer girl who called her out. "Please sign your papers at the side of the table please. Don't make everyone else wait."

Slowly looking around, everyone was looking at her with the scary furrowed expression, clearly impatient.

"Ah...Opo..." She said, sweating as she moved to her side.

The young woman was now officially private and after a hours of being lectured on protocol such as when and when not to talk as well as respect for officers and such, she, along with her other comrades of her age group were sent to carrying crates on trucks just like how the others did earlier. They were overseen by a platoon commander, who was the young woman she saw earlier at the recruitment station.

The young wealthy woman wondered what could be in the crates as even one briefcase sized wooden crate weighed like tons.

"That's a lot of explosives madame!" One of the officers complained to the platoon commander visibly concerned. "Where is this going to be sent anyway?"

"Various sections of the city." The platoon commander blankly replied.

"Ano?! Bakit?"

"I don't know, it's the Agpalo. It must be part of their plan to turn the city into a cheese grater once the enemy comes." The platoon commander grimly replied. "I've heard it's the same in all other cities."

Cheesegrater. Cecillia wondered. Could it be that the Hukbo was planning on fighting right back at the very homeland she is standing in? It seemed that the rumors she heard from her parents that many amongst the bayan was willing to fight for every square inch of the bayan was true.

"I've heard from the colonel they are prepared to sacrifice millions just to protect our shores." The platoon commander continued.

The young woman was curious, so curious she could not restrain herself from hastily putting the crate into the truck and walking up to the two officers she overhead conversing and asking. "Excuse me... you're not saying we're going to fight a guerilla war once the enemy's going to come to the bayan itself right?"

There was a sudden silence. To the point that only the crickets could be heard at this point. Many of the new conscripts were looking at her in horror. No one would have the guts to talk to an officer so casually like that. It was very out of place and cringey at best.

The platoon commander was giving her a terribly cold glare. If looks could kill, the young woman would have been long dead.

"Don't worry gin'ang." The officer whispered to the platoon commander. "She's new."

"Get back to work private..." The platoon commander made a grim order with a tone that sounded almost like a warning.

"Opo ma'am!" Cecillia jolted into attention as she made an about face and went back to work.

The young woman, despite all these hard labor, was very relieved that the haircut did not come immediately because she just conditioned her hair but no one would notice sadly because of that cringey thing that just happened with the platoon commander, she was now a laughing stock.

So much for a first day.

Romanian border

At the actual map, there would be a border, but in reality, there was nothing but vast clearing of forest at the untouched border. Remnants of the age old fortifications and aborted communist construction sites would be seen by many, but there were no patrols to man the sites as the actual border was deep inland, about 3 kilometers from the actual border itself. In the actual border itself, there was some chain linked fences marking the location of the demarcation line between Ukraine and Romania but the chain link fences were rusting and there were many holes that allowed wildlife such as wolves, foxes and other fauna to enter to and fro. The spies would have to be careful not to step on the wrong place as there were still plenty of mines from the border, but not as plenty as how the Burmese border was infested with them since the current government failed to eliminate the communist era booby traps in the effort to open up the country to the world after decades of communist isolation.

3 Kilometers after all that concrete and metal mazes, the actual border was there. Chain link fences, some sentry towers and some checkpoints where the border crossings would be. There was nothing out of the ordinary for some few platoon sized military concentrations a few meters behind the checkpoints where IFVs and Main battle tanks would be seen. A few patrols were also there but they weren't really "patrols" but rather armed soldiers practicing their marching drills. This border would be no different than any other border anyone has ever seen.

Philippine sea

The South China sea was already a militarized zone, but even more so at the West Philippine sea, where many reconnaissance patrols were still being conducted as a remnant of the anti-communist patrols the proceeded after the battle against communism in Vulkata and New Colishi as well as the latest of the battles against Chosan. The United states of America, despite being viewed with animosity from the bayan, was not known to be collaborating with the enemy (except for some intelligence they were working alongside SACTO in Kirishima) in this battle or known to be hostile to the bayan at the same time. In fact, there were still many amongst the populace who were still warm in their sentiments such as cultural ties with America. However, orders were still given to track the location of the American aircraft carrier taskforce just in case with existing aerial and naval ELINT forces.

by **Whiteshore** » Mon Oct 31, 2016 9:59 pm

New Rostov (RL Buenaventura)

The MAW regime in Whiteshore (technically a MAW-Conservative coalition government) had just declared war on the Bayan and as part of their "contribution" to the SACTO cause against the "Asignazi" regime, the MAW regime had sent a small naval force consisting of 1 Carthage-class cruiser, 3 Lanzhou-class destroyers, 6 Jiangkai-class Frigates, and 4 Yuan-class Submarines. The fleet was commanded by Rear Admiral Paval Orlov, one of the few MAW-affiliated officers in the Whiteshorian Navy.

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