1870-1920 Era War: A Twist (IC)

[Arengin Union]

Both men got into the carriage, the carriage began to cruise along the cliff side and still overlooking the sea. It also was enclosing towards the Summer Palace.

"I really hope we can establish healthy relations between our two nations. It is important that us Slavs help each other in times of adversity." Oswyn said to the Commodore. As Oswyn talked a journalist came with a camera, he was briefly stopped by the guardsmen but Oswyn allowed him to get close to the slow moving carriage.

"Your majesty, a photo please." The journalist said.

"Of course young man. Of course. Commodore let us share a picture." Oswyn raised his right hand in a military fashion as the Commodore simply looked over at the camera.

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As the carriage moved along the cliff the Commodore stared off and took in the beauty of the sea, it reminding him of his naval days.

"I as well hope to establish more plump relations, we have already taken one step forward with you allowing me and my people to stay in your nation for the time being, quite a generous and respectable act. Hopefully once this situation is resolved we can become closer than before." replied the Commodore to Oswyn.

The Commodore watched as the young journalist was allowed through by the guards before speaking "Of course, my friend." The Commodore simply just gazed over at the camera.

Meanwhile back in the Eakan encampment, training was going well for the Eakan troops. 10 corps of troops had been rasied and were ready for combat just waiting for the go command from higher ups, the 11th and 12th were expected to be ready in a few days. The troops still drilled and practiced heavily spareing no details, the instructors were determined to make this all muscle memory for their troops.

Preperations at the port were being made for the retake of the Eakan homeland, or officialy the invasion of Asigerria. The ENS Kack Radjur was being uparmoured to better protect it against attack, The clinging and clashing of hammer and steel echoing through out the docks. Other ships were being converted in the same fashion. Some were given defensive small and medium caliber guns.[/quote]
"Yes indeed, I must say war is a bloody ordeal. I really had expected the Asigerrians to be a more civilized society and actually talk instead of invading. I can't really do much against them since my good friend Mark Kruger has good trading relations with them. You probably don't know him, he's a brilliant man I must say. A lion in a man's body, courageous and honorable, his daughter Melissa as well is a lovely young lady and hopefully the future mother of my grandson's. But anyway, I couldn't do much since it would have created conflict among the Entente. But I can assure you that you are safe here in Arengin. No one can dare to invade Arengin." Oswyn said quite prideful.

"I do hope my son can keep the legacy. My father was a man of vision, he wanted to expand the dominions of Arengin all the way from south Afrika to the Svavic provinces. What a man he was, of course he passed away before he could see his dream come true. He was a man of a short temper I must say, very strict with me and my sisters. I once had a brother but he died in the Araebhumian wars. A magnificent man he was, taken from us too soon. My mother is quite well though. As are my sister, one of them actually is duchess of this province. My she turned it into a true land of Europan status. She is obsessed with Aclusian infrastructure, one time she went to visit there and that's all she would talk about. What about you Commodore, have you any siblings or family?" Oswyn said as he took off his hat.

[The Traansval]

Battle of Fort Trieze

1650 Hours (4:50 pm)

Sylbania
The Traansval

As the Entente Forces flooded the Trench at the Base of the Mountain, the Monument Men made short work of the Enemy Mortar Crews

After 20 Minutes of fighting, The Monument Men took the 8 Mortar Pits loosing only 5 Men.

The Monument Men got to work on using the Mortars against the Free Sylbanians.

Mortar Rounds began popping out of the Pits, falling on the rear part of the Sylbanian Trenches.

The Mortars began firing on the Retreating Free Sylbanians, cutting them down like they planned to the do to the Entente Forces.

Battle of Fort Trieze

1725 Hours (5:25 pm)

Sylbania
The Traansval

The Entente Forces had slaughtered the Free Sylbanians, and had taken their Trench at the base of the Mountain

Now came the hard part, a straight death charge up a single path towards the enemy.

Lieutenant Jackson stood with the Officers of the other Nations, waiting for a Light Signal from the Monument Men

The Light Signal would signal them that the Gates were open and that the main assault could begin.

Battle of Fort Trieze

Up on the Mountain, with the Monument Men

Sylbania
The Traansval

Lieutenant Monroe moved silently with 8 of his men. 3 Arengins, 2 Boers, 2 Aclusians, and 1 Twelve Islander

The men were lining the Front part of the Fort with Composition B Explosives, and were now at the Front of the Fort

Lieutenant Monroe: Alright men, we've got 8 Satchels of Composition B, the plan is that we throw them as hard as we can at the Fort Gates, blow it, then run to a safe location and blow the rest of it. Alright? Go!

The 8 Men threw their satchels at the Fort Gates, and blew it.

BOOM

The Composition B Satchels, with the force of 12 Artillery Shells per Satchel, exploded in a terrific fireball.

The Wooden Gate at the front of the Fort was completely Destroyed, leaving a pile of Splinters and ashes in its place.

The 8 Men ran to the East side of the Fort, and blew the rest of the Explosives.

BOOM
BOOM
BOOM

The Satchels exploded, blowing huge holes in the Stone at the Front part of the Fort.

Lieutenant Monroe quickly sent off a series of Flashes down to the Entente Forces.

Battle of Fort Trieze

1650 Hours (4:50 pm)

Sylbania
The Traansval

Lieutenant Jackson looked at the Fort with his Binoculars, seeing the Explosions

Lieutenant Jackson nodded to his fellow officers, a signal to prepare

After a few minutes, Jackson saw the flashes

Jackson dropped the Binoculars, and blew his whistle

CHAAAAAAAARRGGEE!!!

[The Traansval]

Eisenwald Prison
"Yes, that is bullet proof glass, standard Warglorian safety procedure, und the switches control alarms, cage controls, electrical charges etc." The Warden said. "Your not even supposed to be in he...." Suddenly, the guide turned up the radio volume to maximum, making the music extremely deafening. "Vat ze hell are you doin...." The Warden said. Suddenly, the guide (i'm just gonna refer to him as Scimitar now), pulled out his gun, and shot the Warden in the head, leaving a huge, bloody, mutilated hole in his head. "Quickly, we must release the prisoners" Scimitar said. Scimitar pulled and pushed a few buttons and levers, for he once worked in Eisenwald. Then, he pushed the button, and all the cells were opened, and the prisoners, confused a 1st, realised what happened, and started to run out. The alarm sounded, and the guards and prisoners started fighting, it had begun.

Eisenwald Prison

Agent Heinrik: Welp, no turning back now!

Heinrik reached into his pocket and pressed off a Tap on his Wireless Device, same one Carmichael used.

On the outside, a Agent received the Signal, and pressed the gas on his Automobile.

The car accelerated at a speed of 35 MPH, straight towards Eisenwald

The Agent bailed out of a the car, and press the Detonator as he left

For, inside the car, were about 20 Satchels of Composition B

BOOM

A huge fireball went up into the sky, a Guard Tower went down as the wall underneath crumbled.

In the slums next to the Prison, the citizens walked out to see what had happened.

The 25 Men of the Foreign Legion, and the 3 NAD Agents with them, began to incite the people to Riot. Handing out Adler 1871 Rifles and Revolvers, and generally inciting Revolution.

A Squad of Local Police showed up, and were immediatly shot down by the Foreign Legionaries.

This show of power, plus the Weapons and signs of Weakness of Eisenwald, caused the last pieces of Restraint to disappear

And Revolution to fill the Peoples Hearts...

[Arengin Union]

Battle for Fort Trieze

1700 hours
Sylbania
up the hill

Arenginian quickly took off any remaining Sylbanian, both wounded and fleeing. The Arenginian outrunning the Boers and Aclusians as they charged up the rocky hill. The Arenginian were already accustomed to harsh rocky environments as they ran up the hill valiantly and chanting the motherlands name or a simple "Ura" many Arenginians would fall dead die to the Sylbanian's shooting form the hill top buildings.

Quickly the Arenginians arrived to the bridge to the small village that preceded the entrance to the fort. The Arenginians, along with some Boer's, Aclusians and Islanders began to cross the rock bridge, others would begin to climb from the cliff side to the village.

The Sylbanians truly were giving a fight as many Entente soldiers would fall to their deaths. Despite this the Entente soldiers quickly crossed the bridge and cliff in masses and began charging up top and engaging in hand to hand combat or close firefights.


The Arenginian had suffered at least 15,000 losses at this point but continued to advance along their allies. The firefight inside the village was brutal as many Arenginians and Sylbanians, both natives and volunteers would fight close and personal as the other Entente forces would shoot to kill on the sharpshooter son the buildings. The Entente continued to advance.

Arenginian officers and soldiers would use their rifles and sabers and engage the fascist rebels, both soldiers and militia men. The green flag of the rebels could be seen from close enough distance.

[The Manticoran Empire]

120,000 men, 4,000 Mk. 1 tanks and 1,600 Richardson Armored Cars had arrived off the coast of Arengin. I Corps' commander, along with his staff, traveled to meet with the Eakan Government in Exile and the Arengin Government. His goal was to, hopefully, gauge Eaka's ability to wage war and gain passage for his troops and those who would follow. That information would help him in advising 3rd Army Command in regards to the execution of Mjolnir's Strike in about 7 months.

The plan itself was still highly secret and very much a work in progress. The original plan had involved sending 3rd Army through Jutland into Southern Asgierria, to draw Asgierrian forces away from Austrivania and the two pronged Eakan assault. The Eakan Government had weapons for 800,000 men. The plan had 400,000 invading Austrivania from Jutland with another 400,000 launching an amphibious assault.
However, with Al-Morvern unwilling to allow Manticore use of Jutland, the entire operation would be amphibious and far more prone to failure. From what Intelligence officers had gathered, the entire Asgierrian Army was positioned in or near Austrivania, with at least 12 divisions inside Austrivania and another 4-5 on the border. 3rd Army would need to draw most of those forces away from Austrivania if the Eakan were to have an opportunity at victory.

The Navy continued their circuit around Asgierria, shelling every coastal battery and town they saw. They would shell from up to 12 miles away for 30-45 minutes, firing 2-3 shells per minute, destroying or severely damaging Asgierrian defenses and facilities. Sucking up Men, Money, and Material in a bid to soften up the Asgierrian coast. Telegrams sent between the ships kept the entire force appraised of the situation. Where the Asgierrian guns were, how many there were, how many were damaged or destroyed, and an estimate on repair time. With constantly updated knowledge, the RMN was systematically destroying Asgierria's coastal defenses. And thus far there had been no response apart from self defense.

Manticore had commissioned 12 new battleship groups and dispatched them to engage and sink the Asgierrian 4th fleet, hoping to force a battle. 12 battleships, 48 Armored Cruisers, and 192 torpedo boat destroyers, one of the most powerful war fleets ever assembled, was steaming for the Asgierrian 4th Fleet. It was only a matter of time before the battle was joined.

[Rannoria]

OOC: And don't say, "It's secret." Because that's kind of invalid. A secret place like Eisenwald is secret. The Arching Veil HQ is secret. More than 10,000 people is not that secret.

Chapter: II
Re-Establishment
- Ep 5/New Opportunity, New News

Jacoliene nodded. "Hmm. Well, that seems like a perfect deal. We've all heard about the Traansval's goods and deals, and we've had them for a while now, and thus..." She looked down, and coughed. "On behalf of the Twin Governments, the Guateng Merchants Guild will be allowed to sail to Rannoria."
Rannoire-Eodorian Border
Arching Veil operations in Eodor have been conducted, and an agent reported in. The Arching Veil relocated itself to Surjabanktsa. The administrator sat at her desk. The agent, Kartai, has just entered the room.
"Administrator."

"Yes?"

"Eodor. And Wargloria."

The administrator looked at him, and said, "Report?"

Kartai nodded. He put down a file on the administrators desk. He stood silently.

The administrator read it, and looked at him. "They're preparing an army?"

"Yes. Should I-"

"Of course!"

"Well then. The RSS shall be informed." And Kartai left.

Envoy Fredrick: Excellent! Runner! Sent word!

The "Runner", who was a Corporal with the Republican Guardsmen, saluted and ran out of the room

Mister Guliver, representative of the Guateng Guild, spoke to the Rannorian Representative

Mister Guliver: He is bringing word of our success here to the 13 Merchant Ships we arrived with, when they get word that they have the OK, they will begin unloading their Cargo. Spices, Wool, Coffee, Sugar, Iron, Steel, and any Mineral you can think of! Wealth will pour into your country my friend, Wealth beyond your wildest dreams!

Chapter: II
Re-Establishment
- Ep 6/An Interesting Development -

The Room, Port Avoria
"Wonderful!" Jacoliene said. "Marvelous! We shall also export spices, ores, and livestock, if you will."

Suddenly, a man burst into the room, panting, said, "Jacoliene." And left.

Jacoliene read the letter the man gave her, and cursed. "Those bloody Eodorians allow Warglorian troops to march on our border? The only other semi-communist nation on this planet? After they create that communist alliance. Hah, the hypocrites. Huh, interesting what they're doing next."
Plan - Çøun†e‰
The Rannorians were now aware of the situation. The old republic army had fallen, and only troops from the civil war made it. Communists and monarchists alike were being rearranged. Communist forces would move upward to the Eodorian border, whilst monarchist forces would man the ESE border and the Maxtopian border. These were the troop arrangements.

At ESE
100,000 men
1,200 artillery
10 CT-100Fs
20 Lenine Mk. 2s

At Western Maxtopia
500,000 men
2,000 artillery
20 CT-100Fs
40 Lenine Mk. 2s

At Northern Maxtopia
350,000 men
800 artillery
15,000 cavalrymen
50 CT-100s
70 Lenine Mk. 1s

The navy protected the ports, and only escorted trade ships if needed.

The movement commenced.

[New Communist and Socialist Unions]

In a plains area of Jutland

Sergeant Alexis Seedway was currently sitting down on a hill overlooking a plain of opium poppies, he was a soldier/scientist in the group of men that were sent to the province of Jutland which was protected by Morvern. The Z4 was floating nearby, casting a mighty shadow upon the earth. Alexis sighed slightly as he finished his cigarette and properly disposed of it, burying it in the ground. He went to his tent for a few minutes before coming out with some machines and equipment. He raced down the hill as the weight off all that machinery and equipment made him almost trip downhill, but instead sent him running downhill. He wiped some sweat from his forehead before setting down his machines. It was a few hours before midday, and a gust made the field of poppies look like a wave. He sat down and went to work. A few hours pass, and the sun has passed the midday line, and a small chunk of the poppy field had been cleared due to Alexis's efforts. Alexis wiped yet another bead of sweat as he placed a small amount of opium in a chemical processing unit for testing. A few hours pass again, and the latex seems to have changed, into heroin? "Interesting..." murmured Alexis softly. After producing a lot of this, he took out a ton of plastic containers and placed the heroin into them. He then placed those in a box.

[The Imperial Warglorian Empire]

Eodor
Because of recent obvious developments, Warglorian Soldiers in Eodor have been withdrawn, and sent to the reserve, as it is known that the Rannorians have an extremely vast Army. Himmler knows better, he knows that his troops will most likely lose to a long drawn out war, because of how outnumbered he would be, the best thing would be to keep up the defensive on the Rannorian Border. On a side note, the garrison for the Eastern Defences against Arengin have been lessend down from 500,000-300,000 Soldiers, as you don't need numbers to defend a position.

Warglorian Military development
Today, Warglorian engineers had developed a new machine of war called the "Panzer". It's first of it's kind is the Panzer P1, P standing for prototype. So far, only 20 have been made, but in the near future the P1 will be mass produced, fighting along the armoured cars and infantry.

To: The Manticoran Empire
Encryption:High
We have heard of your current disagreements with Asgerria, would you like any support?

Eisenwald Prison Sect.
"Come on! Follow me!" Scimitar said. The agents started running through the chaos of the prison. Scimitar and the agents had to move very fast, as reinforcements would come in a minute or so. They rushed through the halls, shooting at any soldiers who came across them. Soon, they arrived at the files room, and opened the door, revealing a huge room of drawers and files upon files of info. "Quickly, grab what you want, but the files we are looking for should be in a drawer and book called D6, quickly!" Scimitar said, frantically opening file drawers and looking through them.

Eisenwald, Science Facility
Richtofen was doing his usual experiments, opening up patients alive, while they scream in agony. Suddenly, the alarm sounded, and there were flashing lights. "Oh, zis is odd, ein better see to zis, more patients for Ze Doktor! HEA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Richtofen said. He put on an experimental bullet proof vest (don't worry, will only use for Richtofen) and put his lab coat over it. And slid 2 experimental Fridhelm C85s Pistols in his coat pockets, and put a few more stuff. He then put on his officer's cap, and walked into the hall.

Eisenwald, Maingate
Nothing was happening, it was peaceful, when suddenly there was an explosion, and then an alarm sounded, and then there was a speaker saying "Alert, Alert, there has been a breach in sector 2, class 1 breach, destroyed wall section, alert alert, there is also a prison riot in progress, class 1 alert, all available personal to your stations." A main part of the wall was breached. "Scheisse, quickly! close the gate! you 10, stay out here, protect the exit, other 10 of you, go to that breach, the rest of you, follow me, I we're putting down this riot!" The officer said.

The 10 men left outside the now closed gate also now saw in terror as a massive mob of peasants approached them. All ten of them drew out there pistols, one of them said "Zis is a restricted area, leave at once or else be...." The soldier said. Suddenly, a bullet crashed into his head, killing him instantly. The remaining MPs started opening fire into the massive armed mob, rifle and cannon fire also started to go onto the massive mob, however there were too many of them. Soon the 10 men were overwhelmed, and the mob started ramming the main gate.

[Olthenia]

In a plains area of Jutland

Sergeant Alexis Seedway was currently sitting down on a hill overlooking a plain of opium poppies, he was a soldier/scientist in the group of men that were sent to the province of Jutland which was protected by Morvern. The Z4 was floating nearby, casting a mighty shadow upon the earth. Alexis sighed slightly as he finished his cigarette and properly disposed of it, burying it in the ground. He went to his tent for a few minutes before coming out with some machines and equipment. He raced down the hill as the weight off all that machinery and equipment made him almost trip downhill, but instead sent him running downhill. He wiped some sweat from his forehead before setting down his machines. It was a few hours before midday, and a gust made the field of poppies look like a wave. He sat down and went to work. A few hours pass, and the sun has passed the midday line, and a small chunk of the poppy field had been cleared due to Alexis's efforts. Alexis wiped yet another bead of sweat as he placed a small amount of opium in a chemical processing unit for testing. A few hours pass again, and the latex seems to have changed, into heroin? "Interesting..." murmured Alexis softly. After producing a lot of this, he took out a ton of plastic containers and placed the heroin into them. He then placed those in a box.

Jian-Fu Floodplains
Northern Jutland
Chasing Dragons

A vast force of foreign soldiery? Tromping about on Juttish soil and vandalizing an Imperial, tax-paying poppy field? For shame.

Wu Xiling, Mandarin of the Third Order - adjusted his xipang hat and threw a baleful glare through the brass circlet of his monocular. For the better part of a tenday had Wu Xiling traveled - both by litter, ox cart and mule - to make common cause with these foreigners. Foreigners, it must be said, who rode the skies as easily as lesser men did the rivers and wide waters. Could even the servants of the distant barbarian queen, the Dowager-Sultana, perform such sorcery? For all his skill with courtly niceties, the sight of the layered canvas baloon of the NCSU airship filled the aging bureaucrat with a nameless dread. But no matter. In Wu's lacquered palanquin, safe in the grasp of the dragon-sealed scroll case, came words from Heaven. Specifically, words from the Court of Heavenly Peace and the golden throne of He - Jut Joq, the Indigo Emperor - who ruled by Divine Mandate all the lands of the Jut.

If the yellow dragon banner of his station was not proof enough of Wu's intent, the escort that rode alongside his litter surely brought the message across. Ah, yes. In case the NCSU's men had spotted the party, what their eyes beheld was likely akin to something out of an Asgeirrian opera. A multitude of bright silk banners streaming with dragons, pin-yin slogans in wool as bright as snow and quilted tunics worn by pig-tailed pikemen. And behind them, with modern rifles braced on their shoulders, came the tromp and clammer of mechanized fusiliers - copper dog-tags swinging from their belted waists. These were members of the Green Banner Army; perhaps the vastest force of men-at-arms in all of Jutland that bowed their banners to the Heavenly Court. Their command structure was a jaded, opium-scented jungle of face-painted mandarins, ingrained nepotism and corruption so vast it was practically a bureaucrat's bible. From their midst, then, came the following Imperial writ:

Missive from the Court of Heavenly Peace, custoded by the Will of the Son of Heaven Jut Joq - Indigo Emperor of All Jut and Sovereign by Celestial Mandate.

You, oh soldiers from afar, have entered into lands most fortunate to bask in the ever-illustrious radiance of the Will of Heaven. Efface now your hearts with the spirit of respectful submission, and know this: you are not welcome herein. Strike therefore your tents and, while it is yet desirable for Us to treat you with kindness and favor, decamp at once to the appointed den of all foreigners who desire entrance to the soil of Our land: Port Bürhan.

Leave. Leave now.

Thus is Our indulgence made manifest.

Penned in the Thirteenth Year of the reign of the Indigo Emperor by the hand of Quanling Feng, Scribe to the Will of the Son of Heaven.

[Asgeirria]

II Corps had begun training with its tanks and I Corps was only a few weeks from deployment ready. III and IV Corps were to receive their own tanks soon. To prepare for operations, 25 battleship groups and several dozen merchantmen, converted to carry torpedo boats and naval mines, were sent to initiate a blockade of Asgierrian territory. The torpedo boats would attack ports ahead of the minelayers, causing whatever damage was possible. The torpedo boat crews were very good at their jobs. They knew their chances of survival were slim. However, they were fanatical in their devotion to duty.

These attacks would serve to distract the Asgierrian Navy from the minelayers blocking their harbors under cover from destroyers, armored cruisers, and battleships.

Ground forces would mass in Jutland. 480,000 men and 16,000 tanks as well as hundreds of armored cars. Dispatch boats had been sent to the Eakan Government in Exile and NCSU, disguised as merchantman traveling in convoy. Secrecy was of the utmost importance and only the General Staff and 3rd Army command staff knew the details of the plans. Those details would be shared with the relevant nations much closer to the jump date, which had yet to be determined.

Surprisingly, the minelayers remained untouched the majority of the time. Only in two ports; Asgeirr City and Valencia, would they face resistance. The rest of the time, the coastal batteries focused fire on the battleship groups, with fire starting at 24km and increasing in accuracy as the enemy drew closer. The range of weapons employed was impressive and filled any gap in ability: 800mm heavy howitzers were long-range, heavy-hitting guns meant to cripple or destroy any ship foolish enough to drift into its range. The more direct 410mm heavy armored cannon was designed to punch through armor at incredible ranges. The 155mm howitzer was a faster-firing, lighter-hitting version of the 800mm, designed to destroy masts, smokestacks, turrets, and conning towers. The 127mm armored cannon was the staple of the coastal defenses, with the fastest firing rate of the main guns, and the intention of poking lots of holes in ships of all sizes, and doing internal damage. Finally, the 37mm autocannon was engineered with landing ships, skiffs, torpedo boats (read: small, fast boats and ships), landing parties, and airships in mind. These, and the coastal defense divisions' own V.1872s, C.127s, and C.88s, were employed against the enemy with gusto. Supplies had already begun trickling through from the local manufacturies, and the provincial divisions had been alerted and put on standby.

In Valencia and Asgeirr City, the great guns were turned on the minelayers immediately. They knew the enemy procedures, they know what to look for by then. The enemy were used to their minelayers being untouched, and now the Asgeirrian gunners rained down death on their adversaries. Peacekeeping divisions were deployed preemptively to set up additional artillery positions when the enemy was spotted, and they were told not to spare the ammunition. 37mm dual auto cannons were deployed along with sharpshooters along the shores of the bay to engage and destroy torpedo boats, not that it would matter much since they would have to leave THROUGH THE MINEFIELD BECAUSE WHOEVER ORGANIZED THIS OPERATION HAD NO COMMON SENSE, but they liked to show that they were there. The Great Wall work crews were still on-site with building materials, so damage was quickly (and comparatively cheaply) repaired.

Work began on a series of interconnected heavy freight train lines, stretching underground along the coast, and off into the countryside. Additionally, as a social means, development of military self-sufficient communities has been greenly by the Emperor. Along the Great Wall, these towns will house an entire company, with several dozen of these towns stretched across each provincial coast. The communities themselves will have light industry, farming, and retail businesses for the soldiers to work in and make a little extra money on the side. Housing will also be made available, once built, for the soldiers' families. The construction itself will be done by members of the military who wish to pursue a career in architecture or masonry after their time in the service. Those who wish to become doctors can apply for medical positions in the town, those who wish to pursue political careers can apply for leadership positions within the town, and so on. This, among other initiatives, is considered to be the very first veteran assistance campaign in the world. Jadakk Khan, a former soldier himself, has great respect for those in the military and has made it clear that he will do everything in his power to help them reintegrate as part of the Great Asgeirrian Society upon completion of their contracts. Additionally, acquisition of materials and supplies needed for this endeavor will stimulate the economy, as will the completion of these towns positively affect supply consumption. The Imperator looks forward to peacetime when his policies will have greater meaning on the lives of those who've served.

Telegram to: al-Morvern
Re: Jutland

Our offer is: 1 Credit per acre of unincorporated territory, 5c per acre of farmland, mines, and industry, 25c per acre of township, city, or other incorporated territory. al-Morvern will, of course, retain trading rights and contracts with their current Jutlandese business partners until the end of said contracts or 6 years, whichever comes first. Asgeirria will additionally reimburse the costs incurred by construction and transportation relating to the protectorate. As an additional incentive, overseers from al-Morvern will be allowed to inspect the treatment of formerly conquered populaces under the Republic, without supervision and without fear of retribution. Additionally, we would like to establish an Embassy with your great nation, to ensure the proliferation of good and friendly diplomatic relations between our people.

From: Jadakk Khan

[Eodor]

Semyon Alexandrovich Ginzburg's Testing Ground, Northern Agramer

A brand new armoured vehicle had been developed by Semyon Ginzburg. It was a self-propelled artillery gun and it had been given personal approval by Premier Kalashinkov. It had been named the SG-84, after Ginzburg. It has a 75mm gun, 45mm of armour and a crew of 5.

The new SG-84 had been put into mass production in the new Ginzburg factory in Northern Agramer.

Narodnaya Spetssluzhba Headquarters, Guilfeld

"Commissar, agents in the Traansval and Rannoria are reporting record levels of intelligence."
"Good, good. Da zdravstvuyet respublika!"
"Da zdravstvuyet respublika! Should I order them to begin Operation: Nightfall in Rannoria?"
"Not yet. The Premier is currently inspecting the plans, When he approves we may go."
"Da Commissar."

[The Manticoran Empire]

II Corps had begun training with its tanks and I Corps was only a few weeks from deployment ready. III and IV Corps were to receive their own tanks soon. To prepare for operations, 25 battleship groups and several dozen merchantmen, converted to carry torpedo boats and naval mines, were sent to initiate a blockade of Asgierrian territory. The torpedo boats would attack ports ahead of the minelayers, causing whatever damage was possible. The torpedo boat crews were very good at their jobs. They knew their chances of survival were slim. However, they were fanatical in their devotion to duty.

These attacks would serve to distract the Asgierrian Navy from the minelayers blocking their harbors under cover from destroyers, armored cruisers, and battleships.

Ground forces would mass in Jutland. 480,000 men and 16,000 tanks as well as hundreds of armored cars. Dispatch boats had been sent to the Eakan Government in Exile and NCSU, disguised as merchantman traveling in convoy. Secrecy was of the utmost importance and only the General Staff and 3rd Army command staff knew the details of the plans. Those details would be shared with the relevant nations much closer to the jump date, which had yet to be determined.

Surprisingly, the minelayers remained untouched the majority of the time. Only in two ports; Asgeirr City and Valencia, would they face resistance. The rest of the time, the coastal batteries focused fire on the battleship groups, with fire starting at 24km and increasing in accuracy as the enemy drew closer. The range of weapons employed was impressive and filled any gap in ability: 800mm heavy howitzers were long-range, heavy-hitting guns meant to cripple or destroy any ship foolish enough to drift into its range. The more direct 410mm heavy armored cannon was designed to punch through armor at incredible ranges. The 155mm howitzer was a faster-firing, lighter-hitting version of the 800mm, designed to destroy masts, smokestacks, turrets, and conning towers. The 127mm armored cannon was the staple of the coastal defenses, with the fastest firing rate of the main guns, and the intention of poking lots of holes in ships of all sizes, and doing internal damage. Finally, the 37mm autocannon was engineered with landing ships, skiffs, torpedo boats (read: small, fast boats and ships), landing parties, and airships in mind. These, and the coastal defense divisions' own V.1872s, C.127s, and C.88s, were employed against the enemy with gusto. Supplies had already begun trickling through from the local manufacturies, and the provincial divisions had been alerted and put on standby.

In Valencia and Asgeirr City, the great guns were turned on the minelayers immediately. They knew the enemy procedures, they know what to look for by then. The enemy were used to their minelayers being untouched, and now the Asgeirrian gunners rained down death on their adversaries. Peacekeeping divisions were deployed preemptively to set up additional artillery positions when the enemy was spotted, and they were told not to spare the ammunition. 37mm dual auto cannons were deployed along with sharpshooters along the shores of the bay to engage and destroy torpedo boats, not that it would matter much since they would have to leave THROUGH THE MINEFIELD BECAUSE WHOEVER ORGANIZED THIS OPERATION HAD NO COMMON SENSE, but they liked to show that they were there. The Great Wall work crews were still on-site with building materials, so damage was quickly (and comparatively cheaply) repaired.

Work began on a series of interconnected heavy freight train lines, stretching underground along the coast, and off into the countryside. Additionally, as a social means, development of military self-sufficient communities has been greenly by the Emperor. Along the Great Wall, these towns will house an entire company, with several dozen of these towns stretched across each provincial coast. The communities themselves will have light industry, farming, and retail businesses for the soldiers to work in and make a little extra money on the side. Housing will also be made available, once built, for the soldiers' families. The construction itself will be done by members of the military who wish to pursue a career in architecture or masonry after their time in the service. Those who wish to become doctors can apply for medical positions in the town, those who wish to pursue political careers can apply for leadership positions within the town, and so on. This, among other initiatives, is considered to be the very first veteran assistance campaign in the world. Jadakk Khan, a former soldier himself, has great respect for those in the military and has made it clear that he will do everything in his power to help them reintegrate as part of the Great Asgeirrian Society upon completion of their contracts. Additionally, acquisition of materials and supplies needed for this endeavor will stimulate the economy, as will the completion of these towns positively affect supply consumption. The Imperator looks forward to peacetime when his policies will have greater meaning on the lives of those who've served.

Telegram to: al-Morvern
Re: Jutland

Our offer is: 1 Credit per acre of unincorporated territory, 5c per acre of farmland, mines, and industry, 25c per acre of township, city, or other incorporated territory. al-Morvern will, of course, retain trading rights and contracts with their current Jutlandese business partners until the end of said contracts or 6 years, whichever comes first. Asgeirria will additionally reimburse the costs incurred by construction and transportation relating to the protectorate. As an additional incentive, overseers from al-Morvern will be allowed to inspect the treatment of formerly conquered populaces under the Republic, without supervision and without fear of retribution. Additionally, we would like to establish an Embassy with your great nation, to ensure the proliferation of good and friendly diplomatic relations between our people.

From: Jadakk Khan

(Considering a torpedo boat moves at fifty knots, they're fine. They'd be gone before the minelayers were halfway done. Considering the speed of the warships and the fact that they are firing back, your accuracy will, predictably, be lesser than theirs(you aren't moving))

Casualties in the operation had been light. Only two battleships had been sunk with a handful of their escorts. Six minelayers had been lost as well. The big guns and immense skill of the gun crews and damage control teams had saved most ships, even those that should have been crippled. Despite the losses, the RMN had barely been dented. 47 battleships with appropriate escorts were in active service, and the two casualties left 35 in the theater of operations. The constant circuit made by the fleet allowed them to pinpoint the enemy fleet forces and, as a result, they concentrated their efforts into a 12 group fleet and an 11 group fleet. Another 12 group fleet was sailing to join them. Despite all of Asgierria's coastal defenses, their Navy was the only thing that would save them and it was too small.

[Skarten]

Semyon Alexandrovich Ginzburg's Testing Ground, Northern Agramer

A brand new armoured vehicle had been developed by Semyon Ginzburg. It was a self-propelled artillery gun and it had been given personal approval by Premier Kalashinkov. It had been named the SG-84, after Ginzburg. It has a 75mm gun, 45mm of armour and a crew of 5.

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The new SG-84 had been put into mass production in the new Ginzburg factory in Northern Agramer.

Narodnaya Spetssluzhba Headquarters, Guilfeld

"Commissar, agents in the Traansval and Rannoria are reporting record levels of intelligence."
"Good, good. Da zdravstvuyet respublika!"
"Da zdravstvuyet respublika! Should I order them to begin Operation: Nightfall in Rannoria?"
"Not yet. The Premier is currently inspecting the plans, When he approves we may go."
"Da Commissar."

OOC:That is a F8ckin Cold War Tank..

In max End-Of-WW2!

WE ARE IN 1884 (I Guess)
THE RENAULT V IS THE ONLY THING LOOKS LIKE AN ACTUAL TANK

[Eodor]

Semyon Alexandrovich Ginzburg's Testing Ground, Northern Agramer

A brand new armoured vehicle had been developed by Semyon Ginzburg. It was a self-propelled artillery gun and it had been given personal approval by Premier Kalashinkov. It had been named the SG-84, after Ginzburg. It has a 75mm gun, 45mm of armour and a crew of 5.

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The new SG-84 had been put into mass production in the new Ginzburg factory in Northern Agramer.

Narodnaya Spetssluzhba Headquarters, Guilfeld

"Commissar, agents in the Traansval and Rannoria are reporting record levels of intelligence."
"Good, good. Da zdravstvuyet respublika!"
"Da zdravstvuyet respublika! Should I order them to begin Operation: Nightfall in Rannoria?"
"Not yet. The Premier is currently inspecting the plans, When he approves we may go."
"Da Commissar."

OOC:That is a F8ckin Cold War Tank..

In max End-Of-WW2!

WE ARE IN 1884 (I Guess)
THE RENAULT V IS THE ONLY THING LOOKS LIKE AN ACTUAL TANK

OOC: It's a SPG. Not a tank. Second, it's around 1942, and is famed for being simple to construct and maintain. Rannoria has SPGs.

Now I do as well.

[The Manticoran Empire]

The Battle Fleet Three, with 12 battleships, 48 Armored Cruisers, and 192 torpedo boat destroyers, had located the Asgeirrian 4th Fleet near Austrivania. It would not be long before the battle would begin. Scouts in the form of high speed torpedo boats reported no more than 20 ships: 8 large ships, likely battleships, 8 mid-sized ships, likely cruisers, and 4 smaller ships, likely destroyers or similar. With far more ships than the enemy, BATFLT3 launched a torpedo boat attack. Each battleship carried four torpedo boats and each cruiser carried two. This significant force of light, fast, and lethal attack craft occurred late in the day, with the boats coming from West, out of the sun. They closed to one thousand meters, traveling at 50 knots, before releasing their payload of torpedoes. Four fish torpedoes each from 144 torpedo boats. 576 fish raced for the twenty hostile ships. At their maximum effective range against targets that were at full steam, even with the boats leading their targets, only 25% of the fish found their marks. Every Asgierrian ship was hit at least once and, with 144 torpedoes hitting ships, most were doomed. It would be a simple matter to finish them off.
Battle Fleet Two was 97 nautical miles South, approaching Asgeirria's 2nd Fleet. They were not close enough to launch their own torpedo strike nor did they have accurate numbers for the enemy fleet. However, with only 21 fewer ships than BATFLT3, BATFLT2 was far stronger than any fleet the Asgeirrians had.

[The Manticoran Empire]

BATFLT2 had found the Asgierrian 2nd fleet. A torpedo boat division, four boats, had spotted them nearly five hours ago. Over those five hours, they had confirmed the size and composition of the enemy force: 5 battleships, 10 cruisers, and 10 frigates. Far outnumbered by the Manticoran Fleet. BATFLT2 deployed its torpedo boats, late in the evening, heading out of the sun to remain hidden. 132 torpedo boats fired 528 torpedoes from a range of 1,000 meters. 100 hit their targets.

[Olthenia]

Square of Stars, Lin-Ko-Ming
Western Jutland, Province of Hanchow
Words With Meaning

Ali Mukhtar swept his gaze across the Midday Market.
The sun was high in the west, gleaming on red tiles and green copper, and the noonday breeze billowed a blue garland from a tradesman’s stall. Fat Xianju hongs, merchants licensed to trade up and down the mighty Yankeng whose gleaming banks reached even here to Lin-Ko-Ming, at the bottom of the River Steps, mingled with green-turbaned moneylenders and pinchfaced coolies. The cries of merchants mingled with the bleat of cattle and the rumble of wayns on muddy cobbles. Even at night, the market in the Square of Stars never slept but merely slumbered, and today it was as lively as ever. Here travelers could buy sweet beer from little stands or haggle themselves hoarse for bowls and lacquerware. Find nets of fowl and take their pick of fish fried with cloves and garlic. An old man turned a snake-spit slowly across a smoldering fire, the charred pieces sizzling with oils hot enough to scald a man’s throat.

Ah, yes.

The air was sweat and smoke, drunken laughter and the caw of chickens – and beyond those billowing stalls? By the arch that left to the Gate of Three Sighs? Lo-Ping’s House of Chance; a broker of bets and seller of dreams - a betting house, large enough to be reputable. Had Ali Mukthtar been a betting man, Lo-Ping may well have been his haunt of choice. He most certainly would not have cared to lay a wager with any of the dozens of individual book-makers that sang their rates above the throng on their high stools; though they were nearly as reliable as the larger firms. The crowd kept them so; and Ali Mukhtar himself had witnessed the near lynching of a defaulting betting-man at Junkow. He still recalled the grisly shout of "Welsher!" pitched like a cry of "Fire!" going up inside the railed enclosure, and the rush against a man in a black cap - buried down and savagely booted. Beneath the surface of every the good-natured racing-throng lay a hot, hard-faced ferocity. Allah’s servants must mimic that ferocity. Every moment. Every second. Every now. Such were the thoughts of Ali Mukhtar as he stood atop the tallest of the River Steps, his black tunic billowing in that noonday breeze, and cupped his hands before his mouth. And sang.

His song was the adhan; that long, lilting call to prayer – for Ali Mukhtar was a muezzin. One who called the faithful. His voice rippled across the market, and the crowd stirred with it – if only for a second. Now they would come, those among them with faith in their hearts, to hear the words of the Imam – and nourish their souls with the light of truth. For the faithful had built a new house here, in this most distant city – funded by the coffers of that barbarian queen, the Dowager-Sultana. Built it tall and built it wide, with seats for all the faithful and room for many more. A madrassa, they called it – a home for all the faithful souls won from Jutland’s darkened depths. Insh’allah.

Yet from the depths of their shaded palanquins, Juttish mandarins pursed painted lips and raked the madrassa's walls with hard stares. They saw. They listened. And loved it not.

[The Manticoran Empire]

II Corps had finished its training and was preparing to sail. III Corps was nearing the end of its training and IV Corps was beginning its own training. Additional armored vehicles were being constructed as 1st, 2nd, and 4th Armies began their armored training. 5th and 6th Armies were raised, to be the first armies trained with armor from the beginning.
Experimental self-propelled howitzers were being designed. 8in howitzers, renowned for their firepower, were too heavy for this however 152mm howitzers were considered. The initial design was the Mk. 1 Heavy tank with a howitzer mount in place of the turret and only the forward machine gun.

[The Traansval]

Eodor
Because of recent obvious developments, Warglorian Soldiers in Eodor have been withdrawn, and sent to the reserve, as it is known that the Rannorians have an extremely vast Army. Himmler knows better, he knows that his troops will most likely lose to a long drawn out war, because of how outnumbered he would be, the best thing would be to keep up the defensive on the Rannorian Border. On a side note, the garrison for the Eastern Defences against Arengin have been lessend down from 500,000-300,000 Soldiers, as you don't need numbers to defend a position.

Warglorian Military development
Today, Warglorian engineers had developed a new machine of war called the "Panzer". It's first of it's kind is the Panzer P1, P standing for prototype. So far, only 20 have been made, but in the near future the P1 will be mass produced, fighting along the armoured cars and infantry.

To: The Manticoran Empire
Encryption:High
We have heard of your current disagreements with Asgerria, would you like any support?

Eisenwald Prison Sect.
"Come on! Follow me!" Scimitar said. The agents started running through the chaos of the prison. Scimitar and the agents had to move very fast, as reinforcements would come in a minute or so. They rushed through the halls, shooting at any soldiers who came across them. Soon, they arrived at the files room, and opened the door, revealing a huge room of drawers and files upon files of info. "Quickly, grab what you want, but the files we are looking for should be in a drawer and book called D6, quickly!" Scimitar said, frantically opening file drawers and looking through them.

Eisenwald, Science Facility
Richtofen was doing his usual experiments, opening up patients alive, while they scream in agony. Suddenly, the alarm sounded, and there were flashing lights. "Oh, zis is odd, ein better see to zis, more patients for Ze Doktor! HEA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Richtofen said. He put on an experimental bullet proof vest (don't worry, will only use for Richtofen) and put his lab coat over it. And slid 2 experimental Fridhelm C85s Pistols in his coat pockets, and put a few more stuff. He then put on his officer's cap, and walked into the hall.

Eisenwald, Maingate
Nothing was happening, it was peaceful, when suddenly there was an explosion, and then an alarm sounded, and then there was a speaker saying "Alert, Alert, there has been a breach in sector 2, class 1 breach, destroyed wall section, alert alert, there is also a prison riot in progress, class 1 alert, all available personal to your stations." A main part of the wall was breached. "Scheisse, quickly! close the gate! you 10, stay out here, protect the exit, other 10 of you, go to that breach, the rest of you, follow me, I we're putting down this riot!" The officer said.

The 10 men left outside the now closed gate also now saw in terror as a massive mob of peasants approached them. All ten of them drew out there pistols, one of them said "Zis is a restricted area, leave at once or else be...." The soldier said. Suddenly, a bullet crashed into his head, killing him instantly. The remaining MPs started opening fire into the massive armed mob, rifle and cannon fire also started to go onto the massive mob, however there were too many of them. Soon the 10 men were overwhelmed, and the mob started ramming the main gate.

Eisenwald Prison

Agent Heinrik: Agent Jengur, document all you can find

Jengur nodded, and pulled out a small pocket Camera and started taking photo's of all of the Files

Heinrik ran with Scimitar to look through the files

Eisenwald Research Section

Agent Danvers rioted among the Prisoners, fighting the Guards

A giant mob of men in Grey clothes filled the Prison, overwhelming the Guards

Out of one of the Doorways, Danvers saw Doctor Richtofen.

Danvers had his mission, and only one shot

Agent Danvers: DIE MONSTER!

Danvers fired off his one shot from his Derringer, aimed straight at Richtofen's head

Eisenwald Courtyard

Lieutenant Gunther lead his Foreign Legionaries and the Mob of people in the riot, and at the Gates of Eisenwald

Lieutenant Gunther: BREAK IT DOWN, STORM THE PRISON, TAKE DOWN THIS MONSTROSITY!!!

The gate fell, most likely from the pure weight of the couple of Hundred people pushing it down.

The Mob stormed the courtyard, Elite Foreign Legionaries picked off Machine Gunners and Spotlight Operators, while the Mob stormed the Policemen and DSG Guards that stood in their way.

It was pure panic and pandemonium

Perfect...

[The Manticoran Empire]

Eodor
Because of recent obvious developments, Warglorian Soldiers in Eodor have been withdrawn, and sent to the reserve, as it is known that the Rannorians have an extremely vast Army. Himmler knows better, he knows that his troops will most likely lose to a long drawn out war, because of how outnumbered he would be, the best thing would be to keep up the defensive on the Rannorian Border. On a side note, the garrison for the Eastern Defences against Arengin have been lessend down from 500,000-300,000 Soldiers, as you don't need numbers to defend a position.

Warglorian Military development
Today, Warglorian engineers had developed a new machine of war called the "Panzer". It's first of it's kind is the Panzer P1, P standing for prototype. So far, only 20 have been made, but in the near future the P1 will be mass produced, fighting along the armoured cars and infantry.

To: The Manticoran Empire
Encryption:High
We have heard of your current disagreements with Asgerria, would you like any support?

Eisenwald Prison Sect.
"Come on! Follow me!" Scimitar said. The agents started running through the chaos of the prison. Scimitar and the agents had to move very fast, as reinforcements would come in a minute or so. They rushed through the halls, shooting at any soldiers who came across them. Soon, they arrived at the files room, and opened the door, revealing a huge room of drawers and files upon files of info. "Quickly, grab what you want, but the files we are looking for should be in a drawer and book called D6, quickly!" Scimitar said, frantically opening file drawers and looking through them.

Eisenwald, Science Facility
Richtofen was doing his usual experiments, opening up patients alive, while they scream in agony. Suddenly, the alarm sounded, and there were flashing lights. "Oh, zis is odd, ein better see to zis, more patients for Ze Doktor! HEA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Richtofen said. He put on an experimental bullet proof vest (don't worry, will only use for Richtofen) and put his lab coat over it. And slid 2 experimental Fridhelm C85s Pistols in his coat pockets, and put a few more stuff. He then put on his officer's cap, and walked into the hall.

Eisenwald, Maingate
Nothing was happening, it was peaceful, when suddenly there was an explosion, and then an alarm sounded, and then there was a speaker saying "Alert, Alert, there has been a breach in sector 2, class 1 breach, destroyed wall section, alert alert, there is also a prison riot in progress, class 1 alert, all available personal to your stations." A main part of the wall was breached. "Scheisse, quickly! close the gate! you 10, stay out here, protect the exit, other 10 of you, go to that breach, the rest of you, follow me, I we're putting down this riot!" The officer said.

The 10 men left outside the now closed gate also now saw in terror as a massive mob of peasants approached them. All ten of them drew out there pistols, one of them said "Zis is a restricted area, leave at once or else be...." The soldier said. Suddenly, a bullet crashed into his head, killing him instantly. The remaining MPs started opening fire into the massive armed mob, rifle and cannon fire also started to go onto the massive mob, however there were too many of them. Soon the 10 men were overwhelmed, and the mob started ramming the main gate.

To Warglorian Foreign Ministry
From Manticoran Foreign Ministry

We would be most open to whatever support you are willing to give. Troops and ships are preferred.

II Corps was sailing for Arengin to rendezvous with I Corps. 3rd Army's commander was traveling with II Corps to meet with the Eakan High Command and develop the assault plan.

BATFLT2 and BATFLT3 closed with the Asgierrian 2nd and 4th fleets, respectively. BATFLT1 sailed for the Peninsula, the last known location of Asgeirria's 1st and 3rd fleets.

Back in Manticore, 10 battle groups formed Home Fleet. 25 Revenge class battleships and 30 Agamemnon class battleships were under construction, with their escorts being constructed as well. In addition, a larger flagship class was entering production. This class would be the most powerful class of ship built by the RMN. 20 ships were planned as were four fleets.

[Dictatorship Of South Eaka]

Both men got into the carriage, the carriage began to cruise along the cliff side and still overlooking the sea. It also was enclosing towards the Summer Palace.

"I really hope we can establish healthy relations between our two nations. It is important that us Slavs help each other in times of adversity." Oswyn said to the Commodore. As Oswyn talked a journalist came with a camera, he was briefly stopped by the guardsmen but Oswyn allowed him to get close to the slow moving carriage.

"Your majesty, a photo please." The journalist said.

"Of course young man. Of course. Commodore let us share a picture." Oswyn raised his right hand in a military fashion as the Commodore simply looked over at the camera.

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As the carriage moved along the cliff the Commodore stared off and took in the beauty of the sea, it reminding him of his naval days.

"I as well hope to establish more plump relations, we have already taken one step forward with you allowing me and my people to stay in your nation for the time being, quite a generous and respectable act. Hopefully once this situation is resolved we can become closer than before." replied the Commodore to Oswyn.

The Commodore watched as the young journalist was allowed through by the guards before speaking "Of course, my friend." The Commodore simply just gazed over at the camera.

Meanwhile back in the Eakan encampment, training was going well for the Eakan troops. 10 corps of troops had been rasied and were ready for combat just waiting for the go command from higher ups, the 11th and 12th were expected to be ready in a few days. The troops still drilled and practiced heavily spareing no details, the instructors were determined to make this all muscle memory for their troops.

Preperations at the port were being made for the retake of the Eakan homeland, or officialy the invasion of Asigerria. The ENS Kack Radjur was being uparmoured to better protect it against attack, The clinging and clashing of hammer and steel echoing through out the docks. Other ships were being converted in the same fashion. Some were given defensive small and medium caliber guns.[/quote]
"Yes indeed, I must say war is a bloody ordeal. I really had expected the Asigerrians to be a more civilized society and actually talk instead of invading. I can't really do much against them since my good friend Mark Kruger has good trading relations with them. You probably don't know him, he's a brilliant man I must say. A lion in a man's body, courageous and honorable, his daughter Melissa as well is a lovely young lady and hopefully the future mother of my grandson's. But anyway, I couldn't do much since it would have created conflict among the Entente. But I can assure you that you are safe here in Arengin. No one can dare to invade Arengin." Oswyn said quite prideful.

"I do hope my son can keep the legacy. My father was a man of vision, he wanted to expand the dominions of Arengin all the way from south Afrika to the Svavic provinces. What a man he was, of course he passed away before he could see his dream come true. He was a man of a short temper I must say, very strict with me and my sisters. I once had a brother but he died in the Araebhumian wars. A magnificent man he was, taken from us too soon. My mother is quite well though. As are my sister, one of them actually is duchess of this province. My she turned it into a true land of Europan status. She is obsessed with Aclusian infrastructure, one time she went to visit there and that's all she would talk about. What about you Commodore, have you any siblings or family?" Oswyn said as he took off his hat.[/quote]

"Yes war is brutal, but the Asigerrians have another thing comming if they think their going to occupy my land without a fight, I've heard of Mark Kruger, I attempted to join the entente but all this conflict of interests denied me entry, but what is done is done." Stated the Commodore with a grim face.

"I in fact do have various family members here and there, I had two brothers somewhat younger than me, the younger one perished onboard the ENS Galashavy during the naval battle with the Asigerrians, he was quite the giving and selfess person, putting others before himself but like all good things his end had come, the other is still in our homeland organizing groups of miltias to combat the Asigerrians, more of a serious and stone faced man, believing in results more than anything, which has I guess kept him alive over the years. My son is also still in our homeland with his uncle doing what he can to help him, he is a charismatic person, always finding happiness and the good in things, one conversation with him on a rough day will make it better. As for my mother and father, they perished some time ago, due to an housefire, I did not know much about them as they passed away when I was quite young, I was raised by my uncle, he is to me equivlent to my father and maybe even greater, taught me so much, without him I would not be here." The Commodore said distantly.

The Eakan forces were nearly finished with training, 11 corps of troops had finished their training and were given refreshers each day on tactics and manuevers, to help improve coordination and teamwork, the 12th and final corps were nearly done with training, only a few days before they would be ready for combat. An additional 4 corps of troops were being raised as an reserve force, using weapons brought from Eaka by the naval convoy, they were expected to finish training in 10 weeks.

[The Imperial Warglorian Empire]

Eisenwald Prison

Agent Heinrik: Agent Jengur, document all you can find

Jengur nodded, and pulled out a small pocket Camera and started taking photo's of all of the Files

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Heinrik ran with Scimitar to look through the files

Eisenwald Research Section

Agent Danvers rioted among the Prisoners, fighting the Guards

A giant mob of men in Grey clothes filled the Prison, overwhelming the Guards

Out of one of the Doorways, Danvers saw Doctor Richtofen.

Danvers had his mission, and only one shot

Agent Danvers: DIE MONSTER!

Danvers fired off his one shot from his Derringer, aimed straight at Richtofen's head

Eisenwald Courtyard

Lieutenant Gunther lead his Foreign Legionaries and the Mob of people in the riot, and at the Gates of Eisenwald

Lieutenant Gunther: BREAK IT DOWN, STORM THE PRISON, TAKE DOWN THIS MONSTROSITY!!!

The gate fell, most likely from the pure weight of the couple of Hundred people pushing it down.

The Mob stormed the courtyard, Elite Foreign Legionaries picked off Machine Gunners and Spotlight Operators, while the Mob stormed the Policemen and DSG Guards that stood in their way.

It was pure panic and pandemonium

Perfect...

OOC: To explain the following, Richtofen went through some weird shit, such as religious things, experimentation, curses, etc etc (which explains his madness), he eventually developed a healing capability, however, he's the only one, as all others who followed this path died. So he's the only one, and im not going to use him on the front lines, it's simply the case he won't be killed.

IC: Eisenwald, Research Section
Richtofen was simply walking down the hall, whistling to himself while fiddling with a bloody knife. When suddenly, a man showed up and shot him in the head, penetrating him right through the eye. However, instead of falling, Richtofen simply looked back at Danvers, as the bloody hole in his head slowly filled up and repaired itself, healing it as if nothing happened. "Hello mein pretty, ready to be examined by der doktor? HEA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Richtofen shouted and a very high pitched and mad sounding voice. As he continued to laugh, he pulled out 2 pistols, and started firing at Danvers.

Eisenwald Files Room
Scimitar read through a lot of files, a few very interesting, but not what he was looking for, these are a few of the titles:
-Native Tribes found on a new Peninsula, colonisation on the way lead by General William Allinium......
-All untermensch being sent to gas chambers......
-New continent sighted, will be code named Angelon......
-Operation Nika, spread chaos across Entente.......
-Synthesised Blood Cough Virus developed, succesful testing in the Twelve Isles.....

And some more, however, he eventually found a safe labeled D6. "I've found it! Shit it's locked!" Scimitar said. Suddenly, there were distant voices in the hall. "Scheisse, Warglorian Reinforcements, we need a way to open this safe and fast!" Scimitar said.

Eisenwald Courtyard
The Warglorian Garrison was quick to react, soon machine guns and artillery fire was raining on the peasants, but some how there were still so many, and some of them were being sniped. The commander of Eisenwald, Alfred Schmidt, saw from a distant tower as the place was being overwhelmed. "Damn it, zis vill not happen, no one breaks into Eisenwald and get's away with it........tell the troops to put on the gas masks, prepare ze Mustard Gas!" Schmidt said.

Suddenly, speakers were sounding, the man was saying "CODE G, CODE G, WE HAVE A CODE G, REACT ACCORDINGLY!" The speaker said. All of troops knew what this meant, quickly the soldiers put on gas masks and the MPs who didn't have gas masks started run inside. Suddenly, Mustard Gas canisters were fired, launching into the huge, concentrated blob of rebels.

[The Manticoran Empire]

II Corps had arrived in Arengin, meeting with I Corps, raising Manticoran force numbers to 240,000 men, 8,000 tanks, and 3,200 armored cars. III Corps would finish its training in five weeks while IV Corps had seven more left. The Army was conducting amphibious assault drills and communicating with the Eakan forces.

[Norcourt]

Battle of Fort Trieze

1700 Hours
Sylbania

Norcourtian Army of the Elix

Lieutenant Isaac Reeves, an officer of Norcourt who chose to act against the fascists led his his men up the hill, with revolver in one hand, and saber in another.
This was the relieve force, 22,000 in all chosen to reinforce the damaged but still-standing Arengin Army. They were chosen by the council of the Elix, one such led not by government forces, but by those of the true Norcourtian peoples. The men were armed with their new 1885 Remington-Lee Rifles, however many still carried the breechloaders of the previous decade.

"Charrrrgeee!" He shouted

with almost full manpower, the Norcourtians charged, assisting their Arengin and Entente allies.


Here's forty shillings on the drum
To those who volunteer to come,
To 'list and fight the foe today
Over the Hills and far away.

[New Communist and Socialist Unions]

In a plains area of Jutland

Sergeant Alexis Seedway was currently sitting down on a hill overlooking a plain of opium poppies, he was a soldier/scientist in the group of men that were sent to the province of Jutland which was protected by Morvern. The Z4 was floating nearby, casting a mighty shadow upon the earth. Alexis sighed slightly as he finished his cigarette and properly disposed of it, burying it in the ground. He went to his tent for a few minutes before coming out with some machines and equipment. He raced down the hill as the weight off all that machinery and equipment made him almost trip downhill, but instead sent him running downhill. He wiped some sweat from his forehead before setting down his machines. It was a few hours before midday, and a gust made the field of poppies look like a wave. He sat down and went to work. A few hours pass, and the sun has passed the midday line, and a small chunk of the poppy field had been cleared due to Alexis's efforts. Alexis wiped yet another bead of sweat as he placed a small amount of opium in a chemical processing unit for testing. A few hours pass again, and the latex seems to have changed, into heroin? "Interesting..." murmured Alexis softly. After producing a lot of this, he took out a ton of plastic containers and placed the heroin into them. He then placed those in a box.

Jian-Fu Floodplains
Northern Jutland
Chasing Dragons

A vast force of foreign soldiery? Tromping about on Juttish soil and vandalizing an Imperial, tax-paying poppy field? For shame.

Wu Xiling, Mandarin of the Third Order - adjusted his xipang hat and threw a baleful glare through the brass circlet of his monocular. For the better part of a tenday had Wu Xiling traveled - both by litter, ox cart and mule - to make common cause with these foreigners. Foreigners, it must be said, who rode the skies as easily as lesser men did the rivers and wide waters. Could even the servants of the distant barbarian queen, the Dowager-Sultana, perform such sorcery? For all his skill with courtly niceties, the sight of the layered canvas baloon of the NCSU airship filled the aging bureaucrat with a nameless dread. But no matter. In Wu's lacquered palanquin, safe in the grasp of the dragon-sealed scroll case, came words from Heaven. Specifically, words from the Court of Heavenly Peace and the golden throne of He - Jut Joq, the Indigo Emperor - who ruled by Divine Mandate all the lands of the Jut.

If the yellow dragon banner of his station was not proof enough of Wu's intent, the escort that rode alongside his litter surely brought the message across. Ah, yes. In case the NCSU's men had spotted the party, what their eyes beheld was likely akin to something out of an Asgeirrian opera. A multitude of bright silk banners streaming with dragons, pin-yin slogans in wool as bright as snow and quilted tunics worn by pig-tailed pikemen. And behind them, with modern rifles braced on their shoulders, came the tromp and clammer of mechanized fusiliers - copper dog-tags swinging from their belted waists. These were members of the Green Banner Army; perhaps the vastest force of men-at-arms in all of Jutland that bowed their banners to the Heavenly Court. Their command structure was a jaded, opium-scented jungle of face-painted mandarins, ingrained nepotism and corruption so vast it was practically a bureaucrat's bible. From their midst, then, came the following Imperial writ:

Missive from the Court of Heavenly Peace, custoded by the Will of the Son of Heaven Jut Joq - Indigo Emperor of All Jut and Sovereign by Celestial Mandate.

You, oh soldiers from afar, have entered into lands most fortunate to bask in the ever-illustrious radiance of the Will of Heaven. Efface now your hearts with the spirit of respectful submission, and know this: you are not welcome herein. Strike therefore your tents and, while it is yet desirable for Us to treat you with kindness and favor, decamp at once to the appointed den of all foreigners who desire entrance to the soil of Our land: Port Bürhan.

Leave. Leave now.

Thus is Our indulgence made manifest.

Penned in the Thirteenth Year of the reign of the Indigo Emperor by the hand of Quanling Feng, Scribe to the Will of the Son of Heaven.

Yet all they saw was an altar for Cthulhu being finished and the missive being burnt as a sacrifice. As the flames on the altar were finally choked due to having no flammable materials to consume, the blimp visibly towed itself to the direction of the thin eyed barbarians that had the gut to stomach being able to offend the NCSU of all states. The artillery and machine guns rattled and clanged as they were moved about, and more boxes of heroin were stored in tents, ready to be shipped off and sold. A man on the blimp wrote something hastily and threw it out of the blimp. If by coincidence, it landed on whoever led the army of primitives.

You saw what we did there on the altar, do you wish to be next?