Civil War in Nchiyamengi

[Hatay]

A detachment of the Hatayan volunteer force, about 35 men was sent to punish the VR forces for their treachery and treason, which was actually helping Kampiya. They engaged them, taking casualties but also inflicting casualties against a small group of enemy fighters. Not only were Hatayan volunteers engaging loyalist forces in the capital, but also radicals elsewhere.

[Turaneistan]

The Islamic State of Turaneistan demands that Hatay ends attacks on loyalist forces or they will face further sanctions from the Caliphate on top of their current sanctions for apostasy- Office of Foreign Affairs

[Nchiyamengi]

Sunday the 15th of January 2017:

GI terrorists (4 men and 17 child soldiers) have attacked a church in the rebel held city of Mjiwadhahabu. The church was being used as a refugee centre and was holding a Sunday service. The less experienced rebel volunteers who have remained behind to guard the city moved in to destroy the terrorist forces, who had been posing as refugees.

After the battle turned bad for the terrorists they detinated explosives, killing themselves and many in the near vascinty and leaving the church in ruins. It is estimated that around 120 refugees (mostly women and children) were killed in the attack, along with 32 rebel volunteers and all 21 terrorists.

Rebel leadership have declared a day of mourning in there own territories, and have vowed that they will seek out and destroy the GI.

[Nchiyamengi]

Sunday the 15th of January 2017:

VR fighters, including child soldiers, have launched a series of raids on small Njengi villages in the until now mostly unaffected Nyeupepwani Province. The raids took place in the dominantly Njengi province whose Njengi UP governor has recently sworn to neutrality in the civil war. The attacks were swift and took place while the Njengi civilians were on church. Food supplies were raided and many Njengi children abducted. It is suspected that the stratergy is to indoctrinate them into becoming unwilling child soldiers.

Several other Busetsu insurgent warbands, and a few isolated extremist FPRL raiding parties have sworn loyalty to the VR, who have swollen in size from around 300 fighters to an estimated 1000 after one day of existance.

The VR also appear to be getting significant military supplies, mostly older weapons and ammunition, from an unknown source. Rebel forces in Rebel coaliton held areas and the battleground of Puertazul have remained remarkably loyal however, with it seeming that having fought and bled together they see themselves as a single united fighting force. The VR by comparson appears to be mostly Busetsu ultra-nationalist insurgents and hardline Communist rebels isolated in the jungles.

[Nchiyamengi]

Monday the 16th of January 2017:

Coalition Rebel forces have continued to push into Puertazul. They have now taken virtually all of the slums and have begun to take territory in the military held areas bordering the slums. They are being fought tooth and nail for every block they take however, facing stiff resistance from the battle hardened Special Forces and Njengi Militia, backed in a supporting role by infantry and police.

In the coastal areas of the slums the Marines made some ground, but have been taking heavy losses in an incredibly hostile urban environment. The long delays of pay for the navy have also caused significant grumblings amongst the forces, and there are some fears of a naval revolt, particularly by Busetsu sailors and marines. Finances have become so tight that the regime has been shifting pay intended for emergency medical services and police payments and is shifting it to paying the navy, airforce and special forces in part. Njengi militia are receiving no pay, but the hardline members of it (particularly seasoned veterans) have vowed to go on fighting regardless. Njengi children as young as 8 have started joining the militia, with the more unregulated groups accepting them while the move official ones only accepting those who claim to be and look like they could be 16 or over. The standard infantry soldiers, particularly fresh conscripts, look unlikely to be receiving any pay anytime soon.

Meanwhile in Mitiyakijani province there have been a series of raids on small, mostly Njengi villages by VR fighters, but also some reports of skirmishes between them and some FPRL raiding groups in the province busy trying to bring fresh supplies and recruits to the siege of Puertazul. Coalition Rebel supply lines also seem to be beginning to be hit by the VR fighters.

[McNernia]

OOC: Before I begin I would like to say that Bashriyya handed me the keys to the RavenSword account so I am going to put it to use. On with the show.
IC:
The Mcnernian Way of waging war was a meticulous one, besides the Mcnernian Royal Navy carrier battle group that was heading for the coast, the ships were hours from a station that could be used to strike deeper into the interior of the nation at the heartland of the insurrection. The Mcnernians began to observe the issue from the highest point in the world. The depths of space, Earth orbit was where the Mcnernians had their satellites and they were numerous. The all-seeing eyes of the Kings forces that could pierce down with a lot of power in their onboard computers and their cameras and beam the data over an encrypted link to the SATCOM Facilities that were scattered among the various airbases and naval instillations. The Mcnernians left few things to chance.

Two ELINT satieties were taken off their nominal trajectory when one of their sisters had detected the uptick in government communications on security and military channels as the rebellion was on the rise and taking the clear majority it seemed of the country from the lawful government. The Mcnernian policy was to engage in the Islamic world with the secular and in the case of Maghrebi Africa there was standing advisements to confront and destroy the leftists of the continent and with the reports from the Raven Sword Solutions liaisons at the office that had recently been established in downtown Griffindon, a suit on several floors of a building that was within walking distance of the Embassy District and the government buildings. The situation was quite poor, but with the arrival of the HMS Titan and her escorting ships the situation was going to turn because nothing that was in the hands of the rebels could take on the firepower that the Royal Navy would be brining to bear with the fury of the OSA but with a cold ice that was all their own.

The satellites watched, the signals of the rebels were behind Civilian encryption that was much easier to break than a encryption that was for the diplomatic or the military services of a nation. And with the country being a small nation that needed investment and development. The Mcnernian way was Hamilton and Mises, Murray and Rothbard more than Hayek and Kyenes. The Royal Navy ships were on their way with submarines forming the vanguard with orders to mark and be ready to engage on any ship that was not friendly.

The number of satellites were three ELINT satellites watching the signals and two IMGSATs were keeping an eye on the advancing rebels as the government forces were falling back. As the Titan was several hours out she was within combat range so she could commence a more detailed assessment of the situation using F-29C Vipers outfitted for the armed reconnaissance role because she carried no vehicles that were unmanned and the ship carried stealth aircraft that like the OSAs F-35C could handle it, the URE, United Republic of Emmeria had sent the Mcnernians the plans to build these magnificent fighter planes and they would be used.

The small tractor hooked up to the landing gear as the ship was pitching a bit, minor, not enough to suspend flight operations as was planned for today, the armed reconnaissance by long range aircraft would see if the rebels were well armed or if they were not, two teams of two stealth fighters would be launched from the titan, loadout was two SRAAMs and two MRAAMs and that was about it, the fuel supply that each F-29C carried aboard would be enough to sweep the area near the capitol. That was the priority, give the government forces some breathing room and they would be able to regroup and improve the situation on the ground.

“Easy with my baby girl sailor.” The pilot, like a concerned parent was standing off to one side as the helmeted deck crew looked over his shoulder as he backed about, his destination was the elevator that would take the bird up to main deck. The hangar rang with the sounds of engines being checked, crews communicated over radios with the noise of tools and on the flight deck with operations poised to commence engine noise was always a hazard and if people were distracted by engine noise there would perhaps be a problem with the lives of the crew. In Basic Training at the Naval Depots there was safety briefings about operating on a deck ship, such as a LHA or LHD or CVN or CVNL.

“Ill do what I can sir, but with the pitching I don’t know if you can launch.”

“You know procedure and that sort of thing is always with the Air Boss, if Commander Mulgore does think that I am going up then I am going up and you had best have my bird on the flight deck.”
The enlisted man nodded to the Lt Commander as he looked at the young man. The tractor hauled the jet around and then proceeded to have it placed on the elevator plate for the journey up at the hands of the waiting senior petty officer. The motors of the elevator saw that the bird and the pilot were both brought up to the waiting tractor. The second tractor would move the airplane to a waiting position on deck with the operations for the reconnaissance mission not being the only thing that would be going on today.

A C-2D Greyhound Carrier Onboard Delivery system had been checked over and was now being brought into place on the bow catapult and two Mc.82Fs were being prepped with air to air and air to ground ordnance to fly the escort. Another F-29C was being prepped and its pilot came over. The two Lt Commanders embraced warmly, squad mates and wingmen who had flown in the middle East against Daesh and now in 2017 they were half a world away off the coast of Africa about to fly against a mixed bag of rebels. Even if they would not be dropping bombs they would be flying reconnaissance.

“Why the fighter escort?”

“You do know the Rebels are about two days from the capitol, if they have raiders inside the government lines they could shoot down any airplane.”

“Why us?”

“The escort is a just in case thing. A RavenSword Solutions liaison will be key, tell us where we need to drop our ordinance.”

“But the….”

The wingman, Silas Corban was quick to tell Godfrey O’Claren that the Admiral was every minute the one in charge of the operation and with the situation the way it was, the Mercenaries would be a key part of the on the ground with as he heard it the training needed to call in a airstrike. They would be Forward Air Controllers if F-29s were not available to bring down the heat by transmitting the targets via datalink to the Mc.82Fs and Mc.82FDs that sat on the deck as a symbol of power, the backbone easily of the Fleet Air Arm, a competitor with the F-7 Shadow Wolf that was made more for the interdiction of a enemy behind their own lines primarily rather than the general purpose airplane that the Mc.82 was. First off was a simultaneous launch of the two fighter planes toting.

2xSRAAM
2xMRAAM
2xLRAAM
1x1000L Droptank
2x250Kg GPB

Next the business jet sized Greyhound was brought onto the 1st bow catapult that faced off the front of the ship in front of the bridge, wings were unfolded and the deck crew that had guided the airplane towards the catapult, once the electromagnetic device had reset from firing off the first of two airplanes that were circling the boat waiting for their charge to see the bird safely off to the capitol and to see back someone who would play a key part in changing this war.

“Lt Commanders Corban, O’Claren.” A deck crew came up, the young man looked at them. “Air Boss says to man your airplanes. You’re up boys.”

=MESSAGE BEGINS=
PRES OF NCHIYAMENGI
ADVISE HMS TITAN CARRIER BATTLE GROUP 24 HRS FROM STATION
ADVISE LOYAL NAVAL FORCE TO REFRAIN-REPEAT-REFRAIN FROM ACTION AGAINST MRN ASSETS
WE ARE HERE TO ASSIST
INTITIAL RECCE FLIGHTS COMMENCING
C-2 GREYHOUND WITH 2 SHIP FIGHTER ESCORT EN ROUTE TO CAPITOL AIRPORT TO PICK UP RAVENSWORD SOLOUTIONS LIASON
REGARDS
GODSPEED

ADMIRALTY, MRN
=MESSAGE ENDS=

The two Mcnernians climbed up the ladders into the cockpits of their jets, this was to be an armed Recce mission that would take them deep into enemy country and over much of the ocean before they would get feet dry and then it would be a major move, jets in the sky of a Third World country that was on the brink, a sure sign that there would be an intervention before too long. To Corban and O’Claren there was precious few things between them and death. If they did not use their heads and the technology that was onboard this fine pair of airplanes. Two simultaneous launches once an Illusion of the Combat Air Patrol was pulled in and the plane guard helo was changed out.

“Tower, when are we going to be cleared….” O’Claren was irritated, sealed inside his helmet the roar of the deck was a distant thing like the rushing of a distant river or the crash of waves in that time before a storm. The tower hissed back in his earpiece, Albert Mulgore was not a man who appreciated back talk from the pilots who he kept from crashing into one another as they were moving about in tons of metal and carbonate.
“Herald 1-1 hold position, that is for your safety and for the safety of others. How copy?”

“Herald 1-1 Copies.”

Corban spoke to his comrade over another frequency. “Best do as he says lest we end up in the drink.”

“Just want get this over with.”

“1-1, 1-2, Advise waist cats are prepped, taxi and hold, 1-1 to engage in launch proceedings first, follow the yellow shirts.”

“1-1, Affirmative.”

“1-2, Affirmative.”

There was much to do and the cockpits were closed, brakes were removed and the jets taxied towards the catapults. First to launch was O’Claren, closing his helmet and he looked at the controls in front of him. Thrills came to a pilot through the launch and there were things to do when you are on a combat mission with the fate of nation on the line. O’Claren followed the directions of the deck crew as the man in front of him rolled him around the deck towards where he could hook into the catapult. Powerful electrical magnets would hurtle you in your airplane into the sky.

“Preflight checks complete, computers showing five by five.”

“Roger 1-1. You look good from out here.”

“Up here is good.”

“One-One, tower, this is Launch Control. Putting tension on.”

“1-1 Copies. Ready when you are.”

O’Claren smiled warmly under his helmet and he was quite excited to be getting things under way. Data streamed across his computer screens, he knew that his airplane was not alive but with the number of computers that were packed into the latest fighter planes and used to make older airplanes viable there could well be a very small consciousness in the machine. There was much to be said for pilots who had wingmen but to have a bond with the machine. That would be interesting.

He launched with the force of the catapult and there was a change, he calmed himself, then Corban was behind him in a two-finger formation, off his port side and some 100 meters behind him. The two of them were not the only ones to be sent on a recce mission. There were two others that were launched, they would head north and round the capitol from that direction and then head back to the carrier. The fleet was on a straight trajectory that would put them into the docks of the capitol if they were not going to start a station that would see them moving up and down the coast and they would be dispersing out to various points to secure the Titan, well within helicopter range to allow the gallant Royal Marines who traveled with the fleet to rush in guns blazing and save the pilots. If the rebels were packing the heat that they would if they were being supported by a outside source there would be a need for those with the skills to fight their way through the jungle and take back a pilot not that it would be easy to capture a Mcnernian pilot who was trained and had flown against ISIS and been able to get past captured weapons and the leavings of the CIA.

The Mcnernians always fought to win and there was always a way out of the situation if the mind was astute.

At some 100 Kilometers, out from the capitol and almost within the airspace of the country. The airport was contacted.

“This is Mcnernian Royal Navy courier flight, hailing Puertazul ATC I have escort of two Mc.82 Foxtrot coming in from your North-West, I would say. Here to pick up 1 RavenSword Solutions Liaison. How copy.”
The commander of the aircraft would turn to his co-pilot looking at him from behind his helmet. There was no face mask with the plane not being a combat aircraft, there was pressurization but it was not needed, they were at a lower cruising altitude.

“Set up for a combat approach, I know we don’t train for that kind of thing often but I want to get in there and get the man and get out.”

“You know RavenSword and their Hiring policies sir. You see them round the base before we set out on this whole cruise.”

The Lieutenant nodded looking at the young Ensign strapped in next to him. The two pilots would wait.

O’Claren led the way ashore. “Herald 1-1 Feet dry now SeaBird, How copy over?’
“Affirmative 1-1. Sweep is clear, all looks good. Good luck.”

The two jets streaked inland with their sensors and their stealth. Looking down through the floor of his cockpit via his helmet mounted display could see the country below, they were coming in over a relatively clear area, SATINT had assured the CAG that the Rebel air defenses would prove little threat to the advanced jets and despite everything that had gone on there was still the loyalist airplanes in the skies and they would be good allies but they could not operate under the light of the moon. O’Claren gave the word.

“1-2, 1-1, Drop to Nap of the Earth.”

“Affirmative.” Said Corban the other pilot following the lead of O’Claren as the two jets stormed ashore over an empty stretch of coast.

Ashore and in the thick of it, RavenSword PMC personnel were for the most part advisors to the National Army and they had to work double shifts. Also as political officers in the face of poor morale. The Mcnernian intention to intervene had entered the rumor mill a while ago and the MBC Africa coverage of the issue had yielded the fact that the Mcnernian Parliament had decided to allow it under the obligations of member nations of the Santiago Treaty to combat communism and offer unconditional, or nearly unconditional support to the worlds countries that engaged in such things. RavenSword was internationally registered as a Nifonese based Private Military Contractor with extensive assets around the world.

The Mcnernians patronized mercenaries extensively with the formation of Eagle Air a company that was affiliated with RavenSword, they had combat aircraft that had been loaned, sold is the truth of the matter from various countries to the Mcnernians from there they were sent to Eagle Airs mysterious bosses who dwelled in Mcnernia where the company was registered at a base that had been a MRAF post but was deactivated in 1991 and then had lain dormant until the recent past, the place had been deemed perfect for the needs of Eagle Air. A small entity that handled transport and airstrikes. With hundreds of millions of pounds and a contract of the highest demand on the international mercenary markets there was much going good.

The RavenSword operatives embedded with the Army units as mentioned before had to play political officer to a degree. Johnathan Miller would take note of this and he would from his Headquarters in Fujian consider increasing his rate against the threat that was quite prevalent.

RavenSword commandos would be beside the loyalists in the battle for the capitol with a lot of sniper attacks on those who were carrying guns and those needed to die. They were mercenaries and the loyalist generals needed the crack troops to assassinate people and give them in the National Army an opening. Protestors were the secondary target, if they provided material support to the gunmen then they would be targets. The RavenSword had honor and they did not undertake the assassinations of peaceful protestors, they would target the odd politician, in modern war you adhered to the rules even if you were someone who answered to no country there was another sort of standard.

It would be a short while before the Mcnernians could get their airstrike options together, with the guerillas holed up in some heavy areas that needed a good pounding. The RavenSword dished out the pounding with calling in loyalist airstrikes.

OOC:Well here we go, we shall commence the operations. Ill delete this if it is a Metagaming thing. I am a reasonable sort of guy.
The data had come in, the RavenSword liason had been brought aboard and down to the conference room near the CIC, even though they were allies the Admiral would not allow anyone who was not wearing a Mcnernian or other affiliated polity uniform. The RavenSword data was invaluable at the planning state, in Pertazul the capitol there was the priority. Hammer the rebel held districts and give the hard-pressed militia an opening to counter attack and deal the first in a series of deathblows to the efforts of the rebels to remove the World Assembly recognized government not by legitimate vote but by the terror of the gun. Mcnernian policy was to have precious little patience for the militant or when there was a substantial gain to be made by working with the odd tyrant. The Libertarian Policy was to work with those who supported the Free Market as much as they were anti Communist and were nationalist.

HMS Titan buzzed with activity after two hours from the set of the C-2D back aboard ship. Mcnernia would strike and she would strike hard at the threat of terrorism that was spreading. There was no ill will against homosexuals, each culture had to be respected and the issue of cultural imperialism had to be fought. The issue of the whole gay rights could wait as there was a war on and the resulting damage that would have to happen to the infrastructure of the country would if the Parliament approved the budget for a development project that was proposed at the Foreign Affairs Ministry to make the little nation into an industrial area and a breadbasket for Africa.

As of now the Mcnernians priority was the securing of the country.

In Griffindon the Prime Minister and the cabinet watched on an encrypted video feed. And the mood was something somber. There was something to be said for watching men and women prepare to fight a war that did not entirely concern them.

The deck through the camera as the night came on, the sun was dropping was beautiful. The sunset was red, red sky at night, sailors delight. Six Illusion Fs would be going up tonight under the call sign Nighthawk. The task was to hit the targets in the capitol and give the people an opening. RavenSword teams were on the ground and they had marked targets throughout the city and the surrounding country with the belief that the Mcnernians would strike them and they would be able to give the word for the advance to commence. The combat was scheduled to start soon like the setting of a stage.

“First wave away prime Minister.” A Naval Aide turned from the big screen at the far end of the Bethelford Situation Room as the jets were launched, the first team that would go screaming in over the rebel held areas of Pertazul and then the next and then the next. It would go on all night or until the RavenSword forward air controllers called a halt to gain the opening, satellites passed overhead and they were quick to seamlessly translate what they saw to a medium that the computers on board the ships could make sense of.

Sitting in the situation room as the next two Illusions were launched. Members of his cabinet were comfortable watching the deck. Sitting in his comfortable office chair and viewing a world away the combat commencement.

“All aircraft of the package are away sir.”

The Prime Minister looked at the ordinance readout.
4xLGB 1000kg
2x GPB 500kg
2xSRAAM
1x1000L Drop tank

The jets formed up in twos and streaked towards the capitol, they had targets, fixed depots or mustering points. The pilots did not care entirely about that which they were going to be hitting. They had to hit the target and then get out in time for the next round of strikes. The jets streaked towards the coast, weapons hot.

[Nchiyamengi]

OOC: Before I begin I would like to say that Bashriyya handed me the keys to the RavenSword account so I am going to put it to use. On with the show.
IC:
The Mcnernian Way of waging war was a meticulous one, besides the Mcnernian Royal Navy carrier battle group that was heading for the coast, the ships were hours from a station that could be used to strike deeper into the interior of the nation at the heartland of the insurrection. The Mcnernians began to observe the issue from the highest point in the world. The depths of space, Earth orbit was where the Mcnernians had their satellites and they were numerous. The all-seeing eyes of the Kings forces that could pierce down with a lot of power in their onboard computers and their cameras and beam the data over an encrypted link to the SATCOM Facilities that were scattered among the various airbases and naval instillations. The Mcnernians left few things to chance.

Two ELINT satieties were taken off their nominal trajectory when one of their sisters had detected the uptick in government communications on security and military channels as the rebellion was on the rise and taking the clear majority it seemed of the country from the lawful government. The Mcnernian policy was to engage in the Islamic world with the secular and in the case of Maghrebi Africa there was standing advisements to confront and destroy the leftists of the continent and with the reports from the Raven Sword Solutions liaisons at the office that had recently been established in downtown Griffindon, a suit on several floors of a building that was within walking distance of the Embassy District and the government buildings. The situation was quite poor, but with the arrival of the HMS Titan and her escorting ships the situation was going to turn because nothing that was in the hands of the rebels could take on the firepower that the Royal Navy would be brining to bear with the fury of the OSA but with a cold ice that was all their own.

The satellites watched, the signals of the rebels were behind Civilian encryption that was much easier to break than a encryption that was for the diplomatic or the military services of a nation. And with the country being a small nation that needed investment and development. The Mcnernian way was Hamilton and Mises, Murray and Rothbard more than Hayek and Kyenes. The Royal Navy ships were on their way with submarines forming the vanguard with orders to mark and be ready to engage on any ship that was not friendly.

The number of satellites were three ELINT satellites watching the signals and two IMGSATs were keeping an eye on the advancing rebels as the government forces were falling back. As the Titan was several hours out she was within combat range so she could commence a more detailed assessment of the situation using F-29C Vipers outfitted for the armed reconnaissance role because she carried no vehicles that were unmanned and the ship carried stealth aircraft that like the OSAs F-35C could handle it, the URE, United Republic of Emmeria had sent the Mcnernians the plans to build these magnificent fighter planes and they would be used.

The small tractor hooked up to the landing gear as the ship was pitching a bit, minor, not enough to suspend flight operations as was planned for today, the armed reconnaissance by long range aircraft would see if the rebels were well armed or if they were not, two teams of two stealth fighters would be launched from the titan, loadout was two SRAAMs and two MRAAMs and that was about it, the fuel supply that each F-29C carried aboard would be enough to sweep the area near the capitol. That was the priority, give the government forces some breathing room and they would be able to regroup and improve the situation on the ground.

“Easy with my baby girl sailor.” The pilot, like a concerned parent was standing off to one side as the helmeted deck crew looked over his shoulder as he backed about, his destination was the elevator that would take the bird up to main deck. The hangar rang with the sounds of engines being checked, crews communicated over radios with the noise of tools and on the flight deck with operations poised to commence engine noise was always a hazard and if people were distracted by engine noise there would perhaps be a problem with the lives of the crew. In Basic Training at the Naval Depots there was safety briefings about operating on a deck ship, such as a LHA or LHD or CVN or CVNL.

“Ill do what I can sir, but with the pitching I don’t know if you can launch.”

“You know procedure and that sort of thing is always with the Air Boss, if Commander Mulgore does think that I am going up then I am going up and you had best have my bird on the flight deck.”
The enlisted man nodded to the Lt Commander as he looked at the young man. The tractor hauled the jet around and then proceeded to have it placed on the elevator plate for the journey up at the hands of the waiting senior petty officer. The motors of the elevator saw that the bird and the pilot were both brought up to the waiting tractor. The second tractor would move the airplane to a waiting position on deck with the operations for the reconnaissance mission not being the only thing that would be going on today.

A C-2D Greyhound Carrier Onboard Delivery system had been checked over and was now being brought into place on the bow catapult and two Mc.82Fs were being prepped with air to air and air to ground ordnance to fly the escort. Another F-29C was being prepped and its pilot came over. The two Lt Commanders embraced warmly, squad mates and wingmen who had flown in the middle East against Daesh and now in 2017 they were half a world away off the coast of Africa about to fly against a mixed bag of rebels. Even if they would not be dropping bombs they would be flying reconnaissance.

“Why the fighter escort?”

“You do know the Rebels are about two days from the capitol, if they have raiders inside the government lines they could shoot down any airplane.”

“Why us?”

“The escort is a just in case thing. A RavenSword Solutions liaison will be key, tell us where we need to drop our ordinance.”

“But the….”

The wingman, Silas Corban was quick to tell Godfrey O’Claren that the Admiral was every minute the one in charge of the operation and with the situation the way it was, the Mercenaries would be a key part of the on the ground with as he heard it the training needed to call in a airstrike. They would be Forward Air Controllers if F-29s were not available to bring down the heat by transmitting the targets via datalink to the Mc.82Fs and Mc.82FDs that sat on the deck as a symbol of power, the backbone easily of the Fleet Air Arm, a competitor with the F-7 Shadow Wolf that was made more for the interdiction of a enemy behind their own lines primarily rather than the general purpose airplane that the Mc.82 was. First off was a simultaneous launch of the two fighter planes toting.

2xSRAAM
2xMRAAM
2xLRAAM
1x1000L Droptank
2x250Kg GPB

Next the business jet sized Greyhound was brought onto the 1st bow catapult that faced off the front of the ship in front of the bridge, wings were unfolded and the deck crew that had guided the airplane towards the catapult, once the electromagnetic device had reset from firing off the first of two airplanes that were circling the boat waiting for their charge to see the bird safely off to the capitol and to see back someone who would play a key part in changing this war.

“Lt Commanders Corban, O’Claren.” A deck crew came up, the young man looked at them. “Air Boss says to man your airplanes. You’re up boys.”

=MESSAGE BEGINS=
PRES OF NCHIYAMENGI
ADVISE HMS TITAN CARRIER BATTLE GROUP 24 HRS FROM STATION
ADVISE LOYAL NAVAL FORCE TO REFRAIN-REPEAT-REFRAIN FROM ACTION AGAINST MRN ASSETS
WE ARE HERE TO ASSIST
INTITIAL RECCE FLIGHTS COMMENCING
C-2 GREYHOUND WITH 2 SHIP FIGHTER ESCORT EN ROUTE TO CAPITOL AIRPORT TO PICK UP RAVENSWORD SOLOUTIONS LIASON
REGARDS
GODSPEED

ADMIRALTY, MRN
=MESSAGE ENDS=

The two Mcnernians climbed up the ladders into the cockpits of their jets, this was to be an armed Recce mission that would take them deep into enemy country and over much of the ocean before they would get feet dry and then it would be a major move, jets in the sky of a Third World country that was on the brink, a sure sign that there would be an intervention before too long. To Corban and O’Claren there was precious few things between them and death. If they did not use their heads and the technology that was onboard this fine pair of airplanes. Two simultaneous launches once an Illusion of the Combat Air Patrol was pulled in and the plane guard helo was changed out.

“Tower, when are we going to be cleared….” O’Claren was irritated, sealed inside his helmet the roar of the deck was a distant thing like the rushing of a distant river or the crash of waves in that time before a storm. The tower hissed back in his earpiece, Albert Mulgore was not a man who appreciated back talk from the pilots who he kept from crashing into one another as they were moving about in tons of metal and carbonate.
“Herald 1-1 hold position, that is for your safety and for the safety of others. How copy?”

“Herald 1-1 Copies.”

Corban spoke to his comrade over another frequency. “Best do as he says lest we end up in the drink.”

“Just want get this over with.”

“1-1, 1-2, Advise waist cats are prepped, taxi and hold, 1-1 to engage in launch proceedings first, follow the yellow shirts.”

“1-1, Affirmative.”

“1-2, Affirmative.”

There was much to do and the cockpits were closed, brakes were removed and the jets taxied towards the catapults. First to launch was O’Claren, closing his helmet and he looked at the controls in front of him. Thrills came to a pilot through the launch and there were things to do when you are on a combat mission with the fate of nation on the line. O’Claren followed the directions of the deck crew as the man in front of him rolled him around the deck towards where he could hook into the catapult. Powerful electrical magnets would hurtle you in your airplane into the sky.

“Preflight checks complete, computers showing five by five.”

“Roger 1-1. You look good from out here.”

“Up here is good.”

“One-One, tower, this is Launch Control. Putting tension on.”

“1-1 Copies. Ready when you are.”

O’Claren smiled warmly under his helmet and he was quite excited to be getting things under way. Data streamed across his computer screens, he knew that his airplane was not alive but with the number of computers that were packed into the latest fighter planes and used to make older airplanes viable there could well be a very small consciousness in the machine. There was much to be said for pilots who had wingmen but to have a bond with the machine. That would be interesting.

He launched with the force of the catapult and there was a change, he calmed himself, then Corban was behind him in a two-finger formation, off his port side and some 100 meters behind him. The two of them were not the only ones to be sent on a recce mission. There were two others that were launched, they would head north and round the capitol from that direction and then head back to the carrier. The fleet was on a straight trajectory that would put them into the docks of the capitol if they were not going to start a station that would see them moving up and down the coast and they would be dispersing out to various points to secure the Titan, well within helicopter range to allow the gallant Royal Marines who traveled with the fleet to rush in guns blazing and save the pilots. If the rebels were packing the heat that they would if they were being supported by a outside source there would be a need for those with the skills to fight their way through the jungle and take back a pilot not that it would be easy to capture a Mcnernian pilot who was trained and had flown against ISIS and been able to get past captured weapons and the leavings of the CIA.

The Mcnernians always fought to win and there was always a way out of the situation if the mind was astute.

At some 100 Kilometers, out from the capitol and almost within the airspace of the country. The airport was contacted.

“This is Mcnernian Royal Navy courier flight, hailing Puertazul ATC I have escort of two Mc.82 Foxtrot coming in from your North-West, I would say. Here to pick up 1 RavenSword Solutions Liaison. How copy.”
The commander of the aircraft would turn to his co-pilot looking at him from behind his helmet. There was no face mask with the plane not being a combat aircraft, there was pressurization but it was not needed, they were at a lower cruising altitude.

“Set up for a combat approach, I know we don’t train for that kind of thing often but I want to get in there and get the man and get out.”

“You know RavenSword and their Hiring policies sir. You see them round the base before we set out on this whole cruise.”

The Lieutenant nodded looking at the young Ensign strapped in next to him. The two pilots would wait.

O’Claren led the way ashore. “Herald 1-1 Feet dry now SeaBird, How copy over?’
“Affirmative 1-1. Sweep is clear, all looks good. Good luck.”

The two jets streaked inland with their sensors and their stealth. Looking down through the floor of his cockpit via his helmet mounted display could see the country below, they were coming in over a relatively clear area, SATINT had assured the CAG that the Rebel air defenses would prove little threat to the advanced jets and despite everything that had gone on there was still the loyalist airplanes in the skies and they would be good allies but they could not operate under the light of the moon. O’Claren gave the word.

“1-2, 1-1, Drop to Nap of the Earth.”

“Affirmative.” Said Corban the other pilot following the lead of O’Claren as the two jets stormed ashore over an empty stretch of coast.

Ashore and in the thick of it, RavenSword PMC personnel were for the most part advisors to the National Army and they had to work double shifts. Also as political officers in the face of poor morale. The Mcnernian intention to intervene had entered the rumor mill a while ago and the MBC Africa coverage of the issue had yielded the fact that the Mcnernian Parliament had decided to allow it under the obligations of member nations of the Santiago Treaty to combat communism and offer unconditional, or nearly unconditional support to the worlds countries that engaged in such things. RavenSword was internationally registered as a Nifonese based Private Military Contractor with extensive assets around the world.

The Mcnernians patronized mercenaries extensively with the formation of Eagle Air a company that was affiliated with RavenSword, they had combat aircraft that had been loaned, sold is the truth of the matter from various countries to the Mcnernians from there they were sent to Eagle Airs mysterious bosses who dwelled in Mcnernia where the company was registered at a base that had been a MRAF post but was deactivated in 1991 and then had lain dormant until the recent past, the place had been deemed perfect for the needs of Eagle Air. A small entity that handled transport and airstrikes. With hundreds of millions of pounds and a contract of the highest demand on the international mercenary markets there was much going good.

The RavenSword operatives embedded with the Army units as mentioned before had to play political officer to a degree. Johnathan Miller would take note of this and he would from his Headquarters in Fujian consider increasing his rate against the threat that was quite prevalent.

RavenSword commandos would be beside the loyalists in the battle for the capitol with a lot of sniper attacks on those who were carrying guns and those needed to die. They were mercenaries and the loyalist generals needed the crack troops to assassinate people and give them in the National Army an opening. Protestors were the secondary target, if they provided material support to the gunmen then they would be targets. The RavenSword had honor and they did not undertake the assassinations of peaceful protestors, they would target the odd politician, in modern war you adhered to the rules even if you were someone who answered to no country there was another sort of standard.

It would be a short while before the Mcnernians could get their airstrike options together, with the guerillas holed up in some heavy areas that needed a good pounding. The RavenSword dished out the pounding with calling in loyalist airstrikes.

OOC:Well here we go, we shall commence the operations. Ill delete this if it is a Metagaming thing. I am a reasonable sort of guy.
The data had come in, the RavenSword liason had been brought aboard and down to the conference room near the CIC, even though they were allies the Admiral would not allow anyone who was not wearing a Mcnernian or other affiliated polity uniform. The RavenSword data was invaluable at the planning state, in Pertazul the capitol there was the priority. Hammer the rebel held districts and give the hard-pressed militia an opening to counter attack and deal the first in a series of deathblows to the efforts of the rebels to remove the World Assembly recognized government not by legitimate vote but by the terror of the gun. Mcnernian policy was to have precious little patience for the militant or when there was a substantial gain to be made by working with the odd tyrant. The Libertarian Policy was to work with those who supported the Free Market as much as they were anti Communist and were nationalist.

HMS Titan buzzed with activity after two hours from the set of the C-2D back aboard ship. Mcnernia would strike and she would strike hard at the threat of terrorism that was spreading. There was no ill will against homosexuals, each culture had to be respected and the issue of cultural imperialism had to be fought. The issue of the whole gay rights could wait as there was a war on and the resulting damage that would have to happen to the infrastructure of the country would if the Parliament approved the budget for a development project that was proposed at the Foreign Affairs Ministry to make the little nation into an industrial area and a breadbasket for Africa.

As of now the Mcnernians priority was the securing of the country.

In Griffindon the Prime Minister and the cabinet watched on an encrypted video feed. And the mood was something somber. There was something to be said for watching men and women prepare to fight a war that did not entirely concern them.

The deck through the camera as the night came on, the sun was dropping was beautiful. The sunset was red, red sky at night, sailors delight. Six Illusion Fs would be going up tonight under the call sign Nighthawk. The task was to hit the targets in the capitol and give the people an opening. RavenSword teams were on the ground and they had marked targets throughout the city and the surrounding country with the belief that the Mcnernians would strike them and they would be able to give the word for the advance to commence. The combat was scheduled to start soon like the setting of a stage.

“First wave away prime Minister.” A Naval Aide turned from the big screen at the far end of the Bethelford Situation Room as the jets were launched, the first team that would go screaming in over the rebel held areas of Pertazul and then the next and then the next. It would go on all night or until the RavenSword forward air controllers called a halt to gain the opening, satellites passed overhead and they were quick to seamlessly translate what they saw to a medium that the computers on board the ships could make sense of.

Sitting in the situation room as the next two Illusions were launched. Members of his cabinet were comfortable watching the deck. Sitting in his comfortable office chair and viewing a world away the combat commencement.

“All aircraft of the package are away sir.”

The Prime Minister looked at the ordinance readout.
4xLGB 1000kg
2x GPB 500kg
2xSRAAM
1x1000L Drop tank

The jets formed up in twos and streaked towards the capitol, they had targets, fixed depots or mustering points. The pilots did not care entirely about that which they were going to be hitting. They had to hit the target and then get out in time for the next round of strikes. The jets streaked towards the coast, weapons hot.

OOC: Have you launched airstrikes on rebel held parts of the slums on Puertazul? If so I'll allow that this time around just because the regime is getting desperate and may allow something like that before launching their own.

If so I just need confirmation that you are going to do so, and not that you are pulling up and away at the last moment.

[McNernia]

OOC: Before I begin I would like to say that Bashriyya handed me the keys to the RavenSword account so I am going to put it to use. On with the show.
IC:
The Mcnernian Way of waging war was a meticulous one, besides the Mcnernian Royal Navy carrier battle group that was heading for the coast, the ships were hours from a station that could be used to strike deeper into the interior of the nation at the heartland of the insurrection. The Mcnernians began to observe the issue from the highest point in the world. The depths of space, Earth orbit was where the Mcnernians had their satellites and they were numerous. The all-seeing eyes of the Kings forces that could pierce down with a lot of power in their onboard computers and their cameras and beam the data over an encrypted link to the SATCOM Facilities that were scattered among the various airbases and naval instillations. The Mcnernians left few things to chance.

Two ELINT satieties were taken off their nominal trajectory when one of their sisters had detected the uptick in government communications on security and military channels as the rebellion was on the rise and taking the clear majority it seemed of the country from the lawful government. The Mcnernian policy was to engage in the Islamic world with the secular and in the case of Maghrebi Africa there was standing advisements to confront and destroy the leftists of the continent and with the reports from the Raven Sword Solutions liaisons at the office that had recently been established in downtown Griffindon, a suit on several floors of a building that was within walking distance of the Embassy District and the government buildings. The situation was quite poor, but with the arrival of the HMS Titan and her escorting ships the situation was going to turn because nothing that was in the hands of the rebels could take on the firepower that the Royal Navy would be brining to bear with the fury of the OSA but with a cold ice that was all their own.

The satellites watched, the signals of the rebels were behind Civilian encryption that was much easier to break than a encryption that was for the diplomatic or the military services of a nation. And with the country being a small nation that needed investment and development. The Mcnernian way was Hamilton and Mises, Murray and Rothbard more than Hayek and Kyenes. The Royal Navy ships were on their way with submarines forming the vanguard with orders to mark and be ready to engage on any ship that was not friendly.

The number of satellites were three ELINT satellites watching the signals and two IMGSATs were keeping an eye on the advancing rebels as the government forces were falling back. As the Titan was several hours out she was within combat range so she could commence a more detailed assessment of the situation using F-29C Vipers outfitted for the armed reconnaissance role because she carried no vehicles that were unmanned and the ship carried stealth aircraft that like the OSAs F-35C could handle it, the URE, United Republic of Emmeria had sent the Mcnernians the plans to build these magnificent fighter planes and they would be used.

The small tractor hooked up to the landing gear as the ship was pitching a bit, minor, not enough to suspend flight operations as was planned for today, the armed reconnaissance by long range aircraft would see if the rebels were well armed or if they were not, two teams of two stealth fighters would be launched from the titan, loadout was two SRAAMs and two MRAAMs and that was about it, the fuel supply that each F-29C carried aboard would be enough to sweep the area near the capitol. That was the priority, give the government forces some breathing room and they would be able to regroup and improve the situation on the ground.

“Easy with my baby girl sailor.” The pilot, like a concerned parent was standing off to one side as the helmeted deck crew looked over his shoulder as he backed about, his destination was the elevator that would take the bird up to main deck. The hangar rang with the sounds of engines being checked, crews communicated over radios with the noise of tools and on the flight deck with operations poised to commence engine noise was always a hazard and if people were distracted by engine noise there would perhaps be a problem with the lives of the crew. In Basic Training at the Naval Depots there was safety briefings about operating on a deck ship, such as a LHA or LHD or CVN or CVNL.

“Ill do what I can sir, but with the pitching I don’t know if you can launch.”

“You know procedure and that sort of thing is always with the Air Boss, if Commander Mulgore does think that I am going up then I am going up and you had best have my bird on the flight deck.”
The enlisted man nodded to the Lt Commander as he looked at the young man. The tractor hauled the jet around and then proceeded to have it placed on the elevator plate for the journey up at the hands of the waiting senior petty officer. The motors of the elevator saw that the bird and the pilot were both brought up to the waiting tractor. The second tractor would move the airplane to a waiting position on deck with the operations for the reconnaissance mission not being the only thing that would be going on today.

A C-2D Greyhound Carrier Onboard Delivery system had been checked over and was now being brought into place on the bow catapult and two Mc.82Fs were being prepped with air to air and air to ground ordnance to fly the escort. Another F-29C was being prepped and its pilot came over. The two Lt Commanders embraced warmly, squad mates and wingmen who had flown in the middle East against Daesh and now in 2017 they were half a world away off the coast of Africa about to fly against a mixed bag of rebels. Even if they would not be dropping bombs they would be flying reconnaissance.

“Why the fighter escort?”

“You do know the Rebels are about two days from the capitol, if they have raiders inside the government lines they could shoot down any airplane.”

“Why us?”

“The escort is a just in case thing. A RavenSword Solutions liaison will be key, tell us where we need to drop our ordinance.”

“But the….”

The wingman, Silas Corban was quick to tell Godfrey O’Claren that the Admiral was every minute the one in charge of the operation and with the situation the way it was, the Mercenaries would be a key part of the on the ground with as he heard it the training needed to call in a airstrike. They would be Forward Air Controllers if F-29s were not available to bring down the heat by transmitting the targets via datalink to the Mc.82Fs and Mc.82FDs that sat on the deck as a symbol of power, the backbone easily of the Fleet Air Arm, a competitor with the F-7 Shadow Wolf that was made more for the interdiction of a enemy behind their own lines primarily rather than the general purpose airplane that the Mc.82 was. First off was a simultaneous launch of the two fighter planes toting.

2xSRAAM
2xMRAAM
2xLRAAM
1x1000L Droptank
2x250Kg GPB

Next the business jet sized Greyhound was brought onto the 1st bow catapult that faced off the front of the ship in front of the bridge, wings were unfolded and the deck crew that had guided the airplane towards the catapult, once the electromagnetic device had reset from firing off the first of two airplanes that were circling the boat waiting for their charge to see the bird safely off to the capitol and to see back someone who would play a key part in changing this war.

“Lt Commanders Corban, O’Claren.” A deck crew came up, the young man looked at them. “Air Boss says to man your airplanes. You’re up boys.”

=MESSAGE BEGINS=
PRES OF NCHIYAMENGI
ADVISE HMS TITAN CARRIER BATTLE GROUP 24 HRS FROM STATION
ADVISE LOYAL NAVAL FORCE TO REFRAIN-REPEAT-REFRAIN FROM ACTION AGAINST MRN ASSETS
WE ARE HERE TO ASSIST
INTITIAL RECCE FLIGHTS COMMENCING
C-2 GREYHOUND WITH 2 SHIP FIGHTER ESCORT EN ROUTE TO CAPITOL AIRPORT TO PICK UP RAVENSWORD SOLOUTIONS LIASON
REGARDS
GODSPEED

ADMIRALTY, MRN
=MESSAGE ENDS=

The two Mcnernians climbed up the ladders into the cockpits of their jets, this was to be an armed Recce mission that would take them deep into enemy country and over much of the ocean before they would get feet dry and then it would be a major move, jets in the sky of a Third World country that was on the brink, a sure sign that there would be an intervention before too long. To Corban and O’Claren there was precious few things between them and death. If they did not use their heads and the technology that was onboard this fine pair of airplanes. Two simultaneous launches once an Illusion of the Combat Air Patrol was pulled in and the plane guard helo was changed out.

“Tower, when are we going to be cleared….” O’Claren was irritated, sealed inside his helmet the roar of the deck was a distant thing like the rushing of a distant river or the crash of waves in that time before a storm. The tower hissed back in his earpiece, Albert Mulgore was not a man who appreciated back talk from the pilots who he kept from crashing into one another as they were moving about in tons of metal and carbonate.
“Herald 1-1 hold position, that is for your safety and for the safety of others. How copy?”

“Herald 1-1 Copies.”

Corban spoke to his comrade over another frequency. “Best do as he says lest we end up in the drink.”

“Just want get this over with.”

“1-1, 1-2, Advise waist cats are prepped, taxi and hold, 1-1 to engage in launch proceedings first, follow the yellow shirts.”

“1-1, Affirmative.”

“1-2, Affirmative.”

There was much to do and the cockpits were closed, brakes were removed and the jets taxied towards the catapults. First to launch was O’Claren, closing his helmet and he looked at the controls in front of him. Thrills came to a pilot through the launch and there were things to do when you are on a combat mission with the fate of nation on the line. O’Claren followed the directions of the deck crew as the man in front of him rolled him around the deck towards where he could hook into the catapult. Powerful electrical magnets would hurtle you in your airplane into the sky.

“Preflight checks complete, computers showing five by five.”

“Roger 1-1. You look good from out here.”

“Up here is good.”

“One-One, tower, this is Launch Control. Putting tension on.”

“1-1 Copies. Ready when you are.”

O’Claren smiled warmly under his helmet and he was quite excited to be getting things under way. Data streamed across his computer screens, he knew that his airplane was not alive but with the number of computers that were packed into the latest fighter planes and used to make older airplanes viable there could well be a very small consciousness in the machine. There was much to be said for pilots who had wingmen but to have a bond with the machine. That would be interesting.

He launched with the force of the catapult and there was a change, he calmed himself, then Corban was behind him in a two-finger formation, off his port side and some 100 meters behind him. The two of them were not the only ones to be sent on a recce mission. There were two others that were launched, they would head north and round the capitol from that direction and then head back to the carrier. The fleet was on a straight trajectory that would put them into the docks of the capitol if they were not going to start a station that would see them moving up and down the coast and they would be dispersing out to various points to secure the Titan, well within helicopter range to allow the gallant Royal Marines who traveled with the fleet to rush in guns blazing and save the pilots. If the rebels were packing the heat that they would if they were being supported by a outside source there would be a need for those with the skills to fight their way through the jungle and take back a pilot not that it would be easy to capture a Mcnernian pilot who was trained and had flown against ISIS and been able to get past captured weapons and the leavings of the CIA.

The Mcnernians always fought to win and there was always a way out of the situation if the mind was astute.

At some 100 Kilometers, out from the capitol and almost within the airspace of the country. The airport was contacted.

“This is Mcnernian Royal Navy courier flight, hailing Puertazul ATC I have escort of two Mc.82 Foxtrot coming in from your North-West, I would say. Here to pick up 1 RavenSword Solutions Liaison. How copy.”
The commander of the aircraft would turn to his co-pilot looking at him from behind his helmet. There was no face mask with the plane not being a combat aircraft, there was pressurization but it was not needed, they were at a lower cruising altitude.

“Set up for a combat approach, I know we don’t train for that kind of thing often but I want to get in there and get the man and get out.”

“You know RavenSword and their Hiring policies sir. You see them round the base before we set out on this whole cruise.”

The Lieutenant nodded looking at the young Ensign strapped in next to him. The two pilots would wait.

O’Claren led the way ashore. “Herald 1-1 Feet dry now SeaBird, How copy over?’
“Affirmative 1-1. Sweep is clear, all looks good. Good luck.”

The two jets streaked inland with their sensors and their stealth. Looking down through the floor of his cockpit via his helmet mounted display could see the country below, they were coming in over a relatively clear area, SATINT had assured the CAG that the Rebel air defenses would prove little threat to the advanced jets and despite everything that had gone on there was still the loyalist airplanes in the skies and they would be good allies but they could not operate under the light of the moon. O’Claren gave the word.

“1-2, 1-1, Drop to Nap of the Earth.”

“Affirmative.” Said Corban the other pilot following the lead of O’Claren as the two jets stormed ashore over an empty stretch of coast.

Ashore and in the thick of it, RavenSword PMC personnel were for the most part advisors to the National Army and they had to work double shifts. Also as political officers in the face of poor morale. The Mcnernian intention to intervene had entered the rumor mill a while ago and the MBC Africa coverage of the issue had yielded the fact that the Mcnernian Parliament had decided to allow it under the obligations of member nations of the Santiago Treaty to combat communism and offer unconditional, or nearly unconditional support to the worlds countries that engaged in such things. RavenSword was internationally registered as a Nifonese based Private Military Contractor with extensive assets around the world.

The Mcnernians patronized mercenaries extensively with the formation of Eagle Air a company that was affiliated with RavenSword, they had combat aircraft that had been loaned, sold is the truth of the matter from various countries to the Mcnernians from there they were sent to Eagle Airs mysterious bosses who dwelled in Mcnernia where the company was registered at a base that had been a MRAF post but was deactivated in 1991 and then had lain dormant until the recent past, the place had been deemed perfect for the needs of Eagle Air. A small entity that handled transport and airstrikes. With hundreds of millions of pounds and a contract of the highest demand on the international mercenary markets there was much going good.

The RavenSword operatives embedded with the Army units as mentioned before had to play political officer to a degree. Johnathan Miller would take note of this and he would from his Headquarters in Fujian consider increasing his rate against the threat that was quite prevalent.

RavenSword commandos would be beside the loyalists in the battle for the capitol with a lot of sniper attacks on those who were carrying guns and those needed to die. They were mercenaries and the loyalist generals needed the crack troops to assassinate people and give them in the National Army an opening. Protestors were the secondary target, if they provided material support to the gunmen then they would be targets. The RavenSword had honor and they did not undertake the assassinations of peaceful protestors, they would target the odd politician, in modern war you adhered to the rules even if you were someone who answered to no country there was another sort of standard.

It would be a short while before the Mcnernians could get their airstrike options together, with the guerillas holed up in some heavy areas that needed a good pounding. The RavenSword dished out the pounding with calling in loyalist airstrikes.

OOC:Well here we go, we shall commence the operations. Ill delete this if it is a Metagaming thing. I am a reasonable sort of guy.
The data had come in, the RavenSword liason had been brought aboard and down to the conference room near the CIC, even though they were allies the Admiral would not allow anyone who was not wearing a Mcnernian or other affiliated polity uniform. The RavenSword data was invaluable at the planning state, in Pertazul the capitol there was the priority. Hammer the rebel held districts and give the hard-pressed militia an opening to counter attack and deal the first in a series of deathblows to the efforts of the rebels to remove the World Assembly recognized government not by legitimate vote but by the terror of the gun. Mcnernian policy was to have precious little patience for the militant or when there was a substantial gain to be made by working with the odd tyrant. The Libertarian Policy was to work with those who supported the Free Market as much as they were anti Communist and were nationalist.

HMS Titan buzzed with activity after two hours from the set of the C-2D back aboard ship. Mcnernia would strike and she would strike hard at the threat of terrorism that was spreading. There was no ill will against homosexuals, each culture had to be respected and the issue of cultural imperialism had to be fought. The issue of the whole gay rights could wait as there was a war on and the resulting damage that would have to happen to the infrastructure of the country would if the Parliament approved the budget for a development project that was proposed at the Foreign Affairs Ministry to make the little nation into an industrial area and a breadbasket for Africa.

As of now the Mcnernians priority was the securing of the country.

In Griffindon the Prime Minister and the cabinet watched on an encrypted video feed. And the mood was something somber. There was something to be said for watching men and women prepare to fight a war that did not entirely concern them.

The deck through the camera as the night came on, the sun was dropping was beautiful. The sunset was red, red sky at night, sailors delight. Six Illusion Fs would be going up tonight under the call sign Nighthawk. The task was to hit the targets in the capitol and give the people an opening. RavenSword teams were on the ground and they had marked targets throughout the city and the surrounding country with the belief that the Mcnernians would strike them and they would be able to give the word for the advance to commence. The combat was scheduled to start soon like the setting of a stage.

“First wave away prime Minister.” A Naval Aide turned from the big screen at the far end of the Bethelford Situation Room as the jets were launched, the first team that would go screaming in over the rebel held areas of Pertazul and then the next and then the next. It would go on all night or until the RavenSword forward air controllers called a halt to gain the opening, satellites passed overhead and they were quick to seamlessly translate what they saw to a medium that the computers on board the ships could make sense of.

Sitting in the situation room as the next two Illusions were launched. Members of his cabinet were comfortable watching the deck. Sitting in his comfortable office chair and viewing a world away the combat commencement.

“All aircraft of the package are away sir.”

The Prime Minister looked at the ordinance readout.
4xLGB 1000kg
2x GPB 500kg
2xSRAAM
1x1000L Drop tank

The jets formed up in twos and streaked towards the capitol, they had targets, fixed depots or mustering points. The pilots did not care entirely about that which they were going to be hitting. They had to hit the target and then get out in time for the next round of strikes. The jets streaked towards the coast, weapons hot.

OOC: Have you launched airstrikes on rebel held parts of the slums on Puertazul? If so I'll allow that this time around just because the regime is getting desperate and may allow something like that before launching their own.

If so I just need confirmation that you are going to do so, and not that you are pulling up and away at the last moment.

OOC:That is correct. In and out quickly so AA technicals can't hit them.

[Nchiyamengi]

Tuesday the 17th of January 2017:

In the capital of Puertazul rebel coalition forces continue to press on under the cover of night, facing fierce loyalist resistance for every block that the take however.

Rebel Coalition Forces in Mlimayamaisha Province meanwhile have started to be attacked by VR fighters, with the new insurgent movement targeting their supply lines and depots in an effort to seize weapons, ammunition, food and medical supplies. Rebel forces here are mostly younger and newer recruits, or aged veterans past their prime. Against the hardened Busetsu ultra-nationalist insurgents the reserve coalition rebel forces are seeming somewhat second rate. This is causing some issues with getting fresh ammunition and food supplies to coalition rebel forces assaulting Puertazul, but the effects so far are fairly minimal, although the effects are starting to be felt slowly.

[Nchiyamengi]

OOC: Have you launched airstrikes on rebel held parts of the slums on Puertazul? If so I'll allow that this time around just because the regime is getting desperate and may allow something like that before launching their own.

If so I just need confirmation that you are going to do so, and not that you are pulling up and away at the last moment.

OOC:That is correct. In and out quickly so AA technicals can't hit them.

OOC: Thanks. The government will probably launch their own soon. Will you be launching airstrikes over multiple nights or just last night?

[Nchiyamengi]

Tuesday the 17th of January 2017:

Airstrikes by McNernia have caused significant disruptions in the coalition rebel attack on Puertazul, killing a number of rebels and their protestor allies turned fresh recruits. The attack has none the less sparked mass anger from a number of the inhabitants of the slums (most of whom are pro-rebel) and anger amongst the citizens of Puertazul in general. The government has praised the air support however, and special forces and loyalist Njengi militia have expressed the view that the attacks will help disrupt their enemy and soften them up for counter attacks.

[McNernia]

OOC:That is correct. In and out quickly so AA technicals can't hit them.

OOC: Thanks. The government will probably launch their own soon. Will you be launching airstrikes over multiple nights or just last night?

OOC:I'll do it until the problem is neutralized.

[Nchiyamengi]

00:06pm - Wednesday the 18th of January 2017:

The loyalist airforce has begun a massive airbombardment of the rebel held slums of Puertazul, while the loyalist navy has started to use its naval guns to bombard to coastal parts of the slums of the capital. It appears the regime has thrown caution to the wind and is relying on an all out last ditch show of force to try cling on to power, jarred into action by McNerian airstrikes.

The skies over the slums are red with fire, and the dark night sky is illuminated by the flames.

[Nchiyamengi]

Wednesday the 18th of January 2017:

Air strikes and naval gun bombardments of the slums of Puertazul, particularly by the loyalist airforce and navy, have left the slums in a state of ruin with massive amounts as a burned ruined, and rebel attacks last night were impossible under the heavy fire. In the light of day special forces and loyalist Njengi militia have advanced into the ruins and are taking back significant ground, driving back a number of shell shocked rebel forces. Rebel forces appear to have mostly pulled back out of the city and are retreating inland towards tree cover so as to avoid naval bombardments and to be less easy to be hit by airstrikes in concentrated numbers.

Meanwhile in the main part of the city there have been massive protests, with the dominantly Busetsu population of the city being joined by a remarkably unusually high number of Njengis, leftists, liberals, moderates and even traditionalists, have joined with other groups and joining in a massive illegal march, the largest on record in the nation's history, on the Presidential Palace, demanding the resignation of Presidente Marcos Kampiya and his entire cabinet for authorising the bombings and attacks on the slums of the capital.

The unscheduled march was halted by a line of police, private security, soldiers, Njengi militia and the elite Presidential Guard about a kilometre from the Presidential Palace. The crowd has ordered to disperse but refused and stood its ground. They were given 2 minutes to begin to disperse but still refused. Tear gas canisters were fired into the crowd and water cannons fired at the crowd, some moved but many held. Rocks and bricks began to be thrown at the loyalist forces. Rubber bullets were fired in retaliation and police moved in to arrest trouble makers.

At some stage it appears a police officer was tackled by protestors when we went to go arrest one. At this stage it appears a soldier fired a live bullet into the crowd, killing a protestor. This set off a chain reaction of live ammunition, sending the crowd into a panicked stampede away. 57 protestors have so far been confirmed dead, from either bullet wounds or being trampled to death.

Riots have broken out throughout the capital, with shops being looted and burned and the City hall being vandalised. Police stations are being targeted and attacked, and police cars are being torched. As of now 21 more rioters have been killed along with 3 police and 2 private security. Nearly 500 arrests have been made in the last hour alone.

[Nchiyamengi]

Wednesday the 18th of January 2017:

Protests and riots have erupted in the city of Ciudadelapalma over both the bombardment of the slums of Puertazul by the loyalist airforce and navy last night, and over the subsequent death of protestors. At least 13 protestors and rioters and one policeman have been killed in the city of Ciudadelapalma today, with at least 300 arrested.

The number confirmed dead in the initial shootout outside the Presidential place has gone up to 69, with 12 people in critical condition after being shot or trampled having died either on the way to hospital or while trying to be saved.

17 more rioters and 1 soldier have been killed in the capital as violent clashes continue and shops continue to be raided.

The number of civilians killed in the clashes in Puertazul surrounding the protest now sits at 106, with an additional 3 police and 2 private security and 1 soldier killed.

With the bombardment of the slums in the early hours of this morning also to be considered, today is fast earning the nickname bloody Wednesday, with rebel media pushing the idea and calling for it to be a day of mourning.

[Nchiyamengi]

Thursday the 19th of January 2017:

Today has been marked by massive military defections and disbandments. Following a lack of pay and anger over the bombing of the slums of the capital of Puertazul and the killing of protestors 2 entire standard army brigades, a force of some 10 600 soldiers, including the two commanding Njengi Generals de Brigada, deserted and simply marched out of Puertazul southward across territory that rebels had fallen back from in the early hours of the morning. The force appears to have simply given up the will to fight in the war on either side.

Over the day a number of soldiers defected and joined the rebels, many fighting other loyalist soldiers and bringing chaos to the capital. In one case an entire regiment of mostly Busetsu conscripts revolted, but it appears that their moderate Njengi officers, including the commanding Colonel, willingly joined in on the revolt.

The largest instance of resistance however came from the 3rd Division of the Southern Puertazul Cuerpo del Ejército, with all approximately 63 800 soldiers, including their commanding Teniente General, a Njengi traditionalist, simply refused to leave their barracks. The force locked their gates and spent the day playing soccer and taking a day off, refusing calls to go out and patrol the streets. They have announced they will not be fighting in this war anymore, on either side, but will consider any attack on their base an act of aggression and will defend themselves. So far they have been felt alone, with the loyalists having too few troops left to send to put down the force.

Protests have continued in the capital and in the loyalist held city of Ciudadelapalma. Special Forces and loyalist Njengi militia had to be called off from their planned counter offensive on the regrouping rebels and instead had to put down insurrection in the capital and patrol the streets.

[Serkia]

OOC: Hi, I'm sorry for my inactivity, my internet was down and I forgot all about this RP. So can someone tell what the difference is between the VR and FPRL?

[The Green Union]

The Green Union's government has expressed its dismay at the terrible battle in the Puertazul slums, a battle showing the brutality the factions in Nchiyamengi are capable of when at risk. The Green Union has once again urged all factions to come immediately to the negotiating table and to negotiate an end to the war.

At the same time the parliament has tentatively offered a reformed Loyalist Red Crystal led aid mission to help ease some of the injuries sustained by the civilian population of Nchiyamengi during the war. The Green Union has said that it recognizes the provincial governments being run by rebel and pro-rebel governments and has offered humanitarian aid missions to any provinces that will accept the offer, under heavy oversight if requested given the breach of trust committed by the last Green Union aid mission in Nchiyamengi before the reforms.

OOC: Hi, I'm sorry for my inactivity, my internet was down and I forgot all about this RP. So can someone tell what the difference is between the VR and FPRL?

OOC: FRPL is part of the rebel coalition that is committed to becoming a political party in a multi-party democracy after the war. The VR is a splinter faction that has broken from the rebel coalition primarily composed of Buetsus who are fighting for more revolutionary minded communist ideals. They are fighting both the rebel coalition and the UP.

OOC To Nchiyamengi: Will we be putting the character-based RPs on hold until after the completion of the war in the nation-based RP?

[Nchiyamengi]

The Green Union's government has expressed its dismay at the terrible battle in the Puertazul slums, a battle showing the brutality the factions in Nchiyamengi are capable of when at risk. The Green Union has once again urged all factions to come immediately to the negotiating table and to negotiate an end to the war.

At the same time the parliament has tentatively offered a reformed Loyalist Red Crystal led aid mission to help ease some of the injuries sustained by the civilian population of Nchiyamengi during the war. The Green Union has said that it recognizes the provincial governments being run by rebel and pro-rebel governments and has offered humanitarian aid missions to any provinces that will accept the offer, under heavy oversight if requested given the breach of trust committed by the last Green Union aid mission in Nchiyamengi before the reforms.

OOC: Hi, I'm sorry for my inactivity, my internet was down and I forgot all about this RP. So can someone tell what the difference is between the VR and FPRL?

OOC: FRPL is part of the rebel coalition that is committed to becoming a political party in a multi-party democracy after the war. The VR is a splinter faction that has broken from the rebel coalition primarily composed of Buetsus who are fighting for more revolutionary minded communist ideals. They are fighting both the rebel coalition and the UP.

OOC To Nchiyamengi: Will we be putting the character-based RPs on hold until after the completion of the war in the nation-based RP?

While the rebel coalition has expressed a desire for a Red Crystal led aid mission, the loyalist navy still controls the waters of Nchiyamengi and the Kampiya regime has flat out rejected the plan, siting the Battle of the Flag incident and the weapon smuggling operated under the Mckenzie administration as the reasons why. They have suggested that no amount of oversight will be enough to restore trust in such a mission. Whether these are the actual reasons why is another question. It is quite possible the regime is trying to undermine the governance of the territories now run by the rebels, and doesn't have any soldiers to spare for oversight.

OOC: Ya that might be better, for a little while anyway. We can always circle back to those.

[Sevevill]

Sevevill Press Room, Seve City, Sevevill
Gen. Dewayne Howards stood infront of the press. His dress uniform sparkeing with every camera click.
"People of Sevevill and People of Nchiyamengi. Sevevill once more extends there hand in helping retake the nation. As the war starts to close in the favor of the enemy we are prepared to invade. Sevevill pleeds to the Kampiya regime to accept... Sevevill troops would be able to be in contrey in under a day. Forcing out those who fear and hate the Kampiya regime. I frear if not taken seriously by a effective military things will go under and the country will forever be in anarchy." He took a gulp from a water bottle. "Either way the Sevevill Navy will be sending a carrier fleet to help evacuate the sane civilians and take them to a small island off the coast of Sevevill to stay until there home has been straightened up by the Iron fist of Sevevill." With that he chugged the rest of the water and walked down the stairs and out the door. Four hours later the fourth carrier fleet left the Seve City port on its way to Nchiyamengi

[Nchiyamengi]

Sevevill Press Room, Seve City, Sevevill
Gen. Dewayne Howards stood infront of the press. His dress uniform sparkeing with every camera click.
"People of Sevevill and People of Nchiyamengi. Sevevill once more extends there hand in helping retake the nation. As the war starts to close in the favor of the enemy we are prepared to invade. Sevevill pleeds to the Kampiya regime to accept... Sevevill troops would be able to be in contrey in under a day. Forcing out those who fear and hate the Kampiya regime. I frear if not taken seriously by a effective military things will go under and the country will forever be in anarchy." He took a gulp from a water bottle. "Either way the Sevevill Navy will be sending a carrier fleet to help evacuate the sane civilians and take them to a small island off the coast of Sevevill to stay until there home has been straightened up by the Iron fist of Sevevill." With that he chugged the rest of the water and walked down the stairs and out the door. Four hours later the fourth carrier fleet left the Seve City port on its way to Nchiyamengi

OOC: No. As I've stated before I don't want this thread to devolve into a general free for all war thread, and that is what tends to happen when any and all nations are allowed in, with armies backing the rebels also them having the opportunity to get involved. That would be unrealistic and would ruin the fun of it, so still no.

[Union of Kyrat]

Kyratian Volunteers on their way to Puretazul they have attacked a lot of small rebel outposts, they are using the divide and conquer tactic, a tactic which is favorable for the General Oliver Tambossa, and they got little casualties, because the outposts were small and they were using molotovs, now they are coming to Puretazul.

[Nchiyamengi]

Friday the 20th of January 2017:

The desertion crisis facing the Kampiya Regime continued today when the mass scale soldiers revolt spread to the loyalist navy. The crews of two of the 4 Valour-class frigate, the RNS Nyekundumto and the RNS León, refused to take stations and have instead sailed off in the direction of Nyeupepwani Province, where they seem to be making aims to join with the Governor there, Gobernador Santiago Ngaoimara, in declaring their neutrality for the rest of the war. They sailed off with 1 of the 3 smaller Warrior-class strike craft and the only Descubierta-class corvette in the navy.

They will join the 2 entire standard army brigades, a force of some 10 600 soldiers, including the two commanding Njengi Generals de Brigada, who have by now reached the city of Majimatamu, the capital of Nyeupepwani Province, where they have joined the Njengi Brigada who Gobernador Santiago Ngaoimara refused to send north to aid in the Kampiya Regime in the battle for Puertazul. The Brigade of some 5 300 soldiers, along with an irregularly structured replenishment regiment (numbering under the usual size at 873 soldiers), mostly fresh faced and inexperienced Njengi conscripts, paired up with the mostly Busetsu conscript force that deserted from Puertazul, means that the neutral faction in Nyeupepwani Province now controls a force of around 16 700 soldiers.

Two of the 4 Valour-class frigates remain in the waters of Puertazul, the RNS Kampiya and the flagship, the RNS Ushindi. The crew of the RNS Kampiya have refused to fire on the slums anymore however, and the crew of the RNS Ushindi are also placing pressure on the commander of the Navy, Almirante Juan Mzendi, to declare the entire navy a neutral force in the war.

The 30 man crews of the two Heroine-class submarines have remained loyal, mostly as they are 60 handpicked Njengi loyalists screened by the Ministry of National Security, but they have limited capacity in contributing in any meaningful way to the battle of Puertazul given their torpedo style of weaponry as compared to guns.

In addition to this, another Brigada of some 5 300 men and their commanding moderate Njengi General de Brigada deserted last night and are heading south for Majimatamu. Another Division of some 21 250 soldiers and their commanding traditionalist Njengi Comandante General have refused to fight in the war anymore and have locked down their base, and a Regiment of some 1 050 mostly Busetsu conscript soldiers killed their Njengi nationalist Coronel and several other Njengi nationalist officers and have started arming protestors.

[Nchiyamengi]

3:45pm - Friday the 20th of January 2017:

Following a day of desertions and revolts by numerous military forces, and a series of protests in the capital of Puertazul and the loyalist held city of Ciudadelapalma, a final and rather serve revolt has struck the Kampiya regime.

The Mayor of Ciudadelapalma, Hernán Kazenda, a Njengi businessman and long time loyalist to the party, has officially declared his neutrality in the war and has ordered the disbandment of loyalist Njengi militia forces and has ordered the police and soldiers to hold fire on any non-violent protests, to not arrest them, to release any arrested non-violent protestors and has stated that he will enter into talks with protest leaders. Kazenda has echoed the statement by Gobernador Santiago Ngaoimara that there needs to be a negotiated peace between coalition rebel forces and Njengi officials, and has called on Presidente Marcos Kampiya to also seek peace and enter such negotiations.

In declaring neutrality, Kazenda has robbed Kampiya of a vital territory, the 4th largest city of Ciudadelapalma.

Kampiya still holds a tenuous grip on the capital and largest city of Puertazul, but the 2nd largest city of Mjiwadhahabu and the 3rd largest city of Puertoplátano are both in rebel coalition hands.

[Nchiyamengi]

4:00pm - Friday the 20th of January 2017:

Responding to the declaration of neutrality by Mayor of Ciudadelapalma, Hernán Kazenda, thousands of civilians have taken to the street celebrating what they see as an immense victory. Massive street parties have begun to break out, including one on the city's high street, businesses have closed early and traffic has ground to a near complete halt, with a number of drivers simply getting out and locking their cars and joining the party that is now blocking many streets. A number of pro-rebel churches and pro-peace churches are ringing their bells in celebration.

Hernán Kazenda has ordered police in the city to not disrupt or arrest any people for the celebrations or for blocking public roads, a massive breach in public order laws and protocol.