[Kerbin Only] Kerbin in Jeopardy

[Edusa]

In the ruins of Mugatik...

A soldier from the Loyalist forces who volunteered alongside his batallion and several civilians to cross the border and try to rescue people from the bombed town walked toward the officer commanding the group...

"Sir, is it really worth it to continue ? We have been here for almost three weeks and we only found five people barrely alive..."

The soldier removed his helmet painted in white and bearing a red cross to swipe the dust from his face while the colonel turned towards him:

"Soldier, we won't stop until the last rock of this city has been..."

Gun fire and flashes suddenly broke the silence of the night as two soldiers and three civilians ran toward them:

"They are attacking us with fucking tanks !" screamed a soldier as an artillery barrage suddenly struck the area.
The colonel screamed to the soldier beside him:

"Get them to the APCs and form a defensive position here until all the civies are back, we'll hold them back and get the others !"

"Fuck's sake sir ! We only have assault rifles against tanks ! You won't hold shit ! Heck we don't even have camouflage ! Try to hide those big white trucks with red cross on them in the middle of the desert, it'll just be a shooting range for them ! "

"That's an order soldier !"

The soldier ran toward the APCs as the barrage was growing stronger.

Two hours after...

A single armored 4x4 crossed the border, its white paint scratched by bullets and by fire. Onboard, only 5 people wounded and covered by ashes out of the 47 who went to save their brothers and sisters. Large caliber gunfire could still be here in the distance while new fires where illuminating the horizon and destroying a bit more the dead town of Mugatik...

Mugatik outskirts, in a somewhat intact hangar, four hours after the incident...

"Take the bodies and put them on the pile, three more to go and we'll be done"

As the ESR soldiers carried the bodies away, others pushed two loyalist soldiers and a civilian against the wall already stained by blood and bullet holes.

"Ready ?"

The guns raised toward the back of the loyalists lined against the wall.

"Fire !"

The assault rifles made a short work of the prisonners as the blood stained the white uniforms and made the red crosses disappear...

"Great, put them on the pile too, pour some gasoline over that, light the candle and we'll finally be done with the messy stuff."

Another soldier walked toward the officer.

"Sir the demolition charges are ready !"

"Good, blow the hell out of their vehicles."

He turned towards another platoon of soldier waiting for his orders:

"And you guys dump everything bearing that red cross in the big fire, don't miss anything or they'll yell at me !"

As explosions could be heard in the distance, an armored 4x4 covered by sand stopped near him and he moved toward them as the front left door opened to let a visibly annoyed officer jump out:

"Anything new captain ?"

"Yeah... A 4x4 escaped... We couldn't catch them..."

"Fuck ! The staff will get my head for this ! Ah well, we'll say that we didn't noticed them escaping during the shelling when they'll ask us after the other countries scream at our glorious republic..."

[Kerthenia]

A beach in southeast Cadenza, 1/27/18
A beach once pristine. A beach once without footsteps, without tread-marks. A beach once without men streaming onto it, day after day. All of that disrupted into a place of preparation. Thousands of footsteps, hundreds of tread-marks, each of them left by a man and a tank. By July, nearly ten thousand men had stepped onto the beach, heading northwest. Alongside them rolled dozens of tanks. Today was no different as ships offloaded yet more tanks and men onto a beach once unmolested. And so it would continue for days on end as war-fighters prepared for what they were born to do.

New Hartford, Kerthenia, 1/27/18

Deployment Overview: Operation Avenger

[TOPSECRET//LIMDIS]

In light of recent events in Cadenza including the failure of the Vellina Awards to provide a peaceful resolution to the conflict there, we are authorizing the deployment of 600,000 men, formally organized into the 7th, 5th, and 3rd Armies under the 2nd Army Group, preemptively so as to neutralize the threat of an invasion. Deployment will be scheduled so as to have the army group arrive by August 14th. A brief mechanized equipment list for the army group is included below.

• 1700 M3A2 Leo Main Battle Tanks
• 300 M3A6 Leo Rex Main Battle Tanks
• 4000 IFVs of mixed type, including M53 Mako IFVs

A beach in southeast Cadenza, 8/13/18
On the beach, the influx of manpower and armor begins to slow down. Each and every day, fewer ships arrive on the coast and fewer men walk the beach. Yet a steady stream of manpower crosses through Cadenza, dispersing themselves through the border. By tomorrow, the 2nd Army Group will have arrived in full, 3 armies strong. The last of the 3rd Army, the only remaining army which has not arrived in full, are expected to reach the border by the 20th. Only then will the beach be at rest, no longer tarnished by the footsteps of men and armored beasts alike.

[Dolphiland]

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UNKNOWN 1:"Oi, Maldun."
UNKNOWN 2: "What?'
UNKNOWN 1:"The Dolfiks were supposed to arrive at 12 o'clock, right?"
UNKNOWN 2:"Yeah, think so."
UNKNOWN 1:"Right, it's 11:57 now, so they should be here any minute, although, knowing the Dolfiks, I wouldn't be surprised if it was delayed an hour over them forgetting a crate of tea or something."
UNKNOWN 2:"Well, whenever they arrive, be safe and try not to get yourself killed, alright? Charging an APC with only an LMG worked once, and that was only because it already had so many holes in it that you could practically fire straight into it's internals."
UNKNOWN 1:"Heh, I'll try."

USER HAS SKIPPED TIME: 1 HOUR

UNKNOWN 2: "Weren't they supposed to arrive an hour ago?"
UNKNOWN 1: "Well, I did say that-"
UNKNOWN 3: "Oi, speaking of them arriving, I think I see something on binos."
UNKNOWN 1: "Is it the convoy?"
UNKNOWN 3: "Not sure, lemme radio this in."
UNKNOWN 3: "Command, this is Delta, we've got a visual, bearing 081, you copy?"

[A response, rendered unintelligible from the distance between the recorder and radio, is heard.]

UNKNOWN 2: "What'd they say?"
UNKNOWN 3: "It's the convoy, get ready."
UNKNOWN 2: "Took them long enough."
UNKNOWN 3: "Remember, Pheonix has the shot, don't fire until they do."
UNKNOWN 1/2: "Roger."
UNKNOWN 3: "Also, whilst it is our job as the MG team to suppress the enemy, try not to hit the supplies we're here to capture, alright?"
UNKNOWN 1: "Copy that."
UNKNOWN 3: "They're almost at the ambush site, should be ready in 3.. 2..-"

[The sound of ATGMs being fired is heard, followed by detonations.]

UNKNOWN 3: "Dolfik squad disembarking from the rear truck, open fire on them, for Suroig!"
UNKNOWN 1: "Copy that, for the revolution!"

[The sound of an MMG firing is heard.]

[The sound of bullets whizzing overhead is heard.]

UNKNOWN 3: "Keep your heads down, they're returning fire!"
UNKNOWN 2: "Yeah, noticed tha-ARGH"
UNKNOWN 1: "S**t, he's hit!"
UNKNOWN 3: "This is Delta to Command, we need a medic over here, ASAP!"
UNKNOWN 1: "They sending one?"
UNKNOWN 3: "Yeah, keep firing, I'll try to stop the bleeding."

[The sound of incoming fire intensifies.]

[A loud crack is heard before the audio abruptly cuts.]

ERROR: RECORDING DEVICE NON-FUNCTIONAL

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[Barkadia]

House in an open field, 40km from the center of Corticis

Firdeck is in the dining room of an abandoned house, with people from the Red Dot movement gathered around him both sitting down at the old table and standing. Firdeck is discussing a plan to coup the government with help of the Barkadian military.

"...must do this. When I was True Pine, there was this Major General. He really liked me, and was willing to support me. When I was removed from power, he almost acted against the Blorbiks, but they were too fast. He commands a tank division with modern vehicles. We must get in contact with him. He will be able to help us seize power. The base is about 20 miles from Corticis."

Someone interrupts.

"What about civilian support? If we don't have that, we'll start a civil war."

"I was decently popular up to my removal. I expect that a few thousand people to help."

Firdeck continues.

"Our tanks will move into Corticis on Election Day, which is December 8th this year. We should have control over the whole city by the end of day. The Barkadian military not on our side will be forced to not act against us. Corticis would suffer a lot of damage in battle. Most of their army will be conscripts or fresh troops, so they'll be inexperienced."

"How can we be sure we hold the city and secure the rest of the country?"

"The army will most likely be loyal to us, and the population will not be able to win a resistance if they start one. I have full confidence we will succeed."

"Good."

"Now, go home and arm yourselves. I will reach out to the general soon."

Everyone leaves the house to go to their cars and head home.

[Aquariius]

Pranksters raise Fairan flag on the Capitol building

August 14th, 2018

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Other Articles

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Pro-Doxian militia arrested after attempted robbery

Legislative deadlock as the Fairan Unification Party fights the New Aquarian Party

Doxia invades Cascablanca in surprise attack, vows to "liberate the Cascablancans of the ineffective government"

President Delci dismisses goals to liberate Doxia, instead wishes to "create a stable and unthreatened Aquarius"

Aquarius - Early Tuesday morning, a group of men and women in their early twenties managed to raise the Fairan flag in the capitol building. Flagposts around the building had their flags lowered and replaced with the Fairan flag, while one managed to climb to the top of the building and replace the one there as well. This attracted people from across the city to gawk at the blatant display of Fairan nationalism. Some attempted to down the flags, yet others moved to defend them. This led to events of violence between Fairan nationalists and Aquarian supporters.

The group was arrested soon after at a bar named "Drake's Pub," and charges of thievery, defacing public property, and trespassing are being charged. This has continued to flare up the recent Fairan nationalist protests and riots, which continue to gain steam as counter-protestors fight back, with numbers beginning to overwhelm police forces across the city. Rumors are also spreading of Fairan troops assembling on the border, though the ADN staff have yet to confirm these. CDN assistance has yet to be sent, as the conflict in Edusa and rising tensions in Cadenza continue to be more pressing issues for the alliance.

[Faulksnia]

C L A S S I F I E D
DO NOT DISTRIBUTE

Incident Report: Violation of Imperial Orders by Jarl Aagir XV

Location: Various; Aagirsted, Vautland

Date of Incident: 13-14/8/2018

Three APCs were reported to have been seen traveling through the streets at around 23:45, pulling up to the house of [redacted]. Armed men were seen exiting the vehicles and neighbors reported hearing brief shouting, followed by the sound of glass shattering. Two of the APCs left soon after, arriving in [redacted] a few minutes later. Around the same time the other vehicles arrived at their destination, [redacted] was dragged from her house in handcuffs and thrown into the APC still parked outside her house. Similar incidents occurred at [redacted] and [redacted].

The prisoners taken were known to neighbors as Marxists, the first two being communists and the latter being the head of a local socialist community. The following day, all three were released with visible wounds consisting of heavy bruising, small lacerations, and welts. All three refused to comment on their condition.

It is believed that had the Honorable Aagir XV not been contacted by the Imperial Palace, the three may have been in worse condition upon release, if they had been released at all. A formal reprimand is recommended, with a significant fine paid to the victims preferred to discourage the idea that there was a conspiracy.

Note: future orders should be more specific or sent to less incompetent agents

[Barkadia]

Military Base 50km from Corticis

A group of newly trained soldiers is having a conversation at their base neat Corticis. They are conscripts who have just finished basic training. One of them, a 19 year old drafted after finishing his second year in college, is talking about his aspirations.

"...liked Barkadian. I've always wanted to write, and both my majors were related to language arts. One day, I hope to write the best book ever seen."

"You are a huge ass nerd Dolina."

"Whatever man. Anyways, while I'm here serving, I might as well do something cool. I plan to train as an anti tank soldier. Carry a rocket and blow some shit up."

"You'll be too busy writing to hit anything properly."

"If you don't shut your fucking mouth, I will kill you."

"You wish."

"I'm leaving. I want to go relax."

"Bye, I guess."

Dolina gets up and walks towards his barracks.

Firdeck's House, 50km from Acus

Firdeck is on the phone with the Major General he had planned to conflict. He is discussing a deal with him about what will happen after they seize power.

"...can have it all. The whole army would be under your command after this, and your actions recognized and made into a propaganda piece. You are only not a hero for a few months, Jahoda."

"Pretty interesting offer, Firdeck. I will accept this. And you are sure we will succeed?"

"I don't see how we could fail with your cunning abilities in the field, sir."

"Let's do this. I am happy to be working with you."

"Very well. Goodbye, and see you then."

Firdeck hangs up the phone.

"We got this in the bag. I can finally be able to return to power."

[Edusa]

General Errekagoyen's house, Kostalde...

Around a large table, several high ranking officers of the ESR army, navy and airforce were sitting, discussing about the latest news when the General entered in the room.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to give you a fancy speech about how great our country his and how we will be the defenders of the Edusans but we don't have time for this. A few days ago, orders were given to fire upon a humanitarian mission lead by the loyalists in the Mugatik area, before that the city was firebombed and I don't have to remind you of the genocide. This must stop, the ESR is loosing credits and supports while diving in this blood lust. A war is preparing and it will happen in Edusa between major powers. This is our death, our ressources will be scattered, what's left of our army dismantled and slaughtered and I don't even want to think about civilian losses. I brought all of you here hoping that you are ready for a second coup."

"I guess I can speak for everyone here, yes we are, anderian support or not we must stop this ridiculous situation !"

The other officers nodded at the amiral.

"Good, I want all of you to find out who support the ESR in your ranks and make them unable to act when our time will come."

"And when would our time come sir ?" Asked a lieutenant-general.

"In two days, Zuhaitzhandi should still have his hands tied with that congress. Our first goal will be to completly incapacitate the government and in two days comes the weekly council meeting, that's where I need you Arabajaun" said the general, "Your guys are in charge of the People's house security, they will give their uniforms to a special force unite who will raid the council chamber. We must catch them all, specially Zabala. Local military and police officers will take control of cities and towns. If there is protests, suppress them peacefully !"

"And the government ?"

"That's the second part of the plan, we'll request at least a ceasefire with the CDN, have a non agression pact with Anderia and ask to have representatives of the countries taking part in the congress right now to hand the government over to them and have them judge them. Finally we will negotiate with the loyalists to try to have them reintegrate the government and the islands and the oil rig reintegrate the nation. Any objections ?

"What about that Anderian advisor?"

"We'll send him back to Anderia alive and in one piece, we really don't want to piss them off even more than we are about to do. Anything else ? No ? Alright, you know your jobs, see you in two days and may the luck be with us."

The officers departed the house one by one as the general went back to his papers muttering:

" What a hell of a job..."

[Mon Faira]

Socialist State of Mon Faira

News Update

Doxian imperialism in Cascablanca
Recently the Doxians across the Sekap have invaded the independent nation of Cascablanca for no other goal then to "Liberate the people from their inept government". Not only have they invaded for the means of conquering lands that are not theirs, they have done so in a horrifying fashion. For we have received reports from international reporters of the Doxians shelling the city of Dracalaca without remorse for civilians to force a surrender. Not only is this blatantly targeting civilians, it is a massacre of the civilians who are still within the city by Doxian artillery. The Mon Fairan state condemns these actions in Cascablanca, not only for the Doxians are taking over another country for their own gain, but for the blatant murder of innocent civilians.

Claims of troop buildups on the border are complete falsehoods after protests in Aqaurius; General says.
Three days ago after ethnic riots in Aquarius with Pro-Mon Fairan protesters being attacked by by pro-CDN and pro-Aqaurian supporters after several pranksters defied the Aquarian government and raised the flag of Mon Faira over the capitol building and across the city. For that was a harmless anti Aquarian protest that was met with violence from the Aqaurian supporters who tried to silence the Pro Unification protesters. This resulted in large numbers of Pro Unification protesters to march down the streets of the City of Aquarius demanding re unification with their cultural land, land that was part of Mon Faira up to 55 years ago. Shortly after these protests the Free Aquarian government accused the Mon Fairan Armed Forces of assembling troops on the border for an invasion. "These claims are a complete falsehood and hold no truth" Says General Illych, head of Mon Fairan Border Defense, in an interview yesterday morning. These claims of troop buildups have been fabricated by the ADN to justify a larger CDN presence within Aquarius.

The Mon Fairan government has also recently released a statement of politically supporting the Re Unification Party's cause in re unifying the peninsula.

[Corgelia]

DOXIAN MILITARY REPORT

Date: 17/08/18
Military Acquisitions:

The surviving portions of the Cascablancan navy have undergone refits and repairs, and have been introduced into active service.
Operations:

Operation Scatterer
Objective: Infiltration and Combat of the CWRM
Current Status: Ongoing
New Events:
Due to the ongoing war in Cascablanca and the requirements of occupying the country, efforts against the CWRM have faltered. The rebels have also begun a slew of new offensives, taking advantage of our drained resources. With the end of the war, we should be able to 
return to nominal supression activities.

Operation Venom
Objective: Destabilization or unification of the Aquarian Free Republic
Current Status: Canceled
Reasoning:
Due to the eruption of violence and Fairan nationalism in Aquarius, it is unlikely that our efforts will hold any effect, and that any visible evidence of our support may serve to unite Aquarians more than anything else. However, plans will be made for an intervention 
in Aquarius should full-blown rebellion begin or the Fairans invade. In these cases, we will seek non-aggression pacts with the Fairans in exchange for recognizing their control of their occupied land.

Operation Backbreaker
Objective: Annexation or total submission of The Federal Republic of Cascablanca
Current Status: Complete
New Events:
For information before August 13th, see previous Operation Backbreaker Reports.
The barrage proved to be successful, as on the 16th, the leader of the forces in Dracalaca came to negotiate their surrender. The negotiations were short, and the city was seized. A peace treaty was signed later that day, with the captured members of the government 
admitting full responsibility for the war and agreeing to the annexation of Cascablanca by the New Doxian Empire, while we recognized the sovereignty of the breakaway states in the west, and they will likely be ignored for the foreseeable future. We are currently
in the process of setting up a military administration for the occupation, and our troops will continue to secure control over uncaptured areas.

Imperial Palace, 1800, August 16th, 2018

Brady Michael moved up to the same podium he gave a speech at nearly three weeks ago. Last time, he started a war, this time, he ended one. He took a deep breath. "Welcome once again, my fellow Doxians. I come bearing great news. After weeks of fighting and destruction, the Cascablancans have finally surrendered. They have accepted that they are the true ones at fault for this conflict, and have agreed that their country would be better off under the rule of ours. We have set up a military administration to govern their anarchic land, and have begun to bring order. Sadly, near the end of the fighting, the Cascablancan army demolished much of Dracalaca as to attempt to harm our troops, with little concern for their own citizens. This doctrine has left much of the city in ruins, and many civilians dead. We will aid those who have been damaged by this sorry attempt at revenge, and we shall show them that we are benevolent leaders. However, we have not brought peace to our kingdom yet, nearby stands the illegitimate state of Aquarius taunts us with its independence, and the bolshevik menace in the UoP has yet to be destroyed. Look no further than beyond our borders into Ostrokhan, and you will see countrymen having turned on each other in the name of communism, declaring the end of nations. How long until they declare our nation dead as well? We must protect ourselves from this threat. We will be the vanguard against the red threat!" The crowd cheered, and Brady Michael walked back inside.

[Edusa]

THIS IS AN OFFICIAL EDUSAN KINGDOM ANNOUNCEMENT

We, as the legitimate Edusan government and representative of the Edusan Kingdom hereby condemn the nation of Doxia for attacking and annexing the democratic country of Cascablanca without any reason other than nationalism and expansionism causing the death of thousands of civilians in disgusting events such as the shelling and bombing of a city.
As thus, we repeat our demands to have an international law and justice court settled to judge such dramatic events and take action such as economical sanctions or even military action if such events were to repeat.

Elen Nahiko, Edusan Queen

Eneko Lehena, Edusan Prime Minister

Amaia Etxebest, Edusan Foreign Affairs and Diplomacy Minister

[Edusa]

People's Assembly, Peragenor...
As the council was discussing about solutions to hold back the CDN is case of war, the doors of the council room blasted open. In less than a dozen of seconds, fifteen council guards where in the room, pointing their ceremonial EF-77s at the members. Two stories lower, an APC rammed the main doors of the building, entering in the main hall of the building in a cloud of dust and debris. The council members were quickly locked in the APC, tape on the mouth and hands tied, alongside them came several guards holding piles of confidential papers. The vehicle then reversed and drove at full speed through the streets under the escort of two armored 4x4 ramming away cars, going towards the Peragenor air force base.

Some hours later, the General appeared on the edusan televisions announcing the end of the ESR, the imprisonment of the council members and the settlement of a military government until an agreement is found with the loyalists, the CDN and Anderia.
And the chaos begun, Peragenor turned once again into a battlefield. Barricades where built, molotov cocktails where thrown and shots where exchanged between ESR supporters and opponents until the army came in play. Tanks rolled over the ESR supporters barricades while explosive and incendiary devices started to fall on them from buidings. Everything the military and the ESR remnants had was thrown into the battle, from Eusonian stolen tanks until great war era F-25 bolt action rifles. Many heroes whom tales were lost in the chaos appeared this day. The crew of the Mikelats, one of the renamed tank stolen from Eusonia by the nomads was part of those unsung heroes. Bearing the Edusan Kingdom flag, the tank charged the biggest ESR position, fire and death coming from all its weapons. The tank fought alone against dozens for hours until an antitank rocket hitting the turret's ammo ignited them. The spectacular explosion sent the turret flying into the air but the driver, still alive, in a last move pushed the burned wreck against the building holding the ESR resistance headquarters as secondary explosions from the ammo stored on the hull's floor started. Survivors of the Peragenor battle still talk about the explosion of the building, housing tons of ammo and weaponry, destroying buildings and shattering nearly all of the city's windows, sending debris and bodies flying hundreds of metters away and stopping combats for several minutes as soldiers were shocked by the explosion.
By the end of the day, what was once the center of Edusa was only ruins, blood, wrecks, bodies and dust. The ESR was no more. In front of the Imperial Palace's ruins, the General was standing with his men, covered in blood and dust but victorious and holding their weapons and the Edusan flag high.

[Blorbs]

A stormy evening just off Scaseff, Suroig Province, Dolphiland

On the surface of the dimly moonlit waves, sunset glinting in the distance, all seemed normal. This area of coast was far inward of the pervasive Dolphik naval patrols and coastguard that had grown since worries of local upheaval and the acquisition of some conspicuous equipment. This, of course, only made the problem of local dissent worse, but here on the violent, though calming waves, this was of no importance. On a clearer day civilian craft would traverse this very area for leisure, entirely unharassed, at least for the moment. Below the waves, surrounded by fish and sea life, lay a behemoth. It continued its steady trek eastward unhindered, under the protective guise of water as it had for long. On other occasions it may lie nearly dormant here for what could seem like an indefinite period, day upon day, week upon week, year upon year.

But not tonight. The Blorbik Venura-114 Nuclear Submarine trudged ahead, nearly at its destination, where it's crew would finally surface for the first time since it departed the military port just outside NKC. It had the largest holding capacity of any Blorbik design, and while perhaps not the best for traditional submarine warfare and use, it was perfect for its current task. Easily bypassing any Dolphik security was made trivial due to a near complete lack of anything but surface patrolling, as they expected that most if not all support and supplies to the PFS were coming from their own disgruntled citizens on their mainland, who, needless to say, would not have anything remotely comparable.

The town they approached, Scaseff, was largely abandoned as it previously served as a small fishing harbor, however due to new restrictions and regulations profitability entirely dried up, leading to a sudden and recent mass exodus from the economically dead town. As the Venura-114 arrived, a re-purposed DSRV disembarked and surfaced, just behind a steep hill covering it from view of the rest of the town. A handful of people then immediately began exiting onto an adjacent dock and unloaded several heavy crates onto it, then one by one depositing them in an abandoned building nearby. Unable to possibly protect it without risking direct acts of war, the most that could be done to protect several hundred pounds of weapons, supplies, and ammunition was to simply disguise it as a rubble pile under rusty sheets of metal and broken stone. It was unlikely anyone would venture into this worthless structure, however it was prudent to not leave the cache completely uncovered. After just under fifteen minutes, which to the crew may have felt like days fearing the unlikely event of being identified, their task was complete. With haste they set back, and hoped for an uneventful return.

Sir Edward H. Winstel Kerman Intl. Airport, Scorse, Suroig Province, Dolphiland

Vosok P. exited the airport terminal and made for the car of a driver previously arranged to arrive and wait for him. A dual citizen of both Blorbs and Dolphiland, passing through the security of both sides was a breeze. While method by which he had acquired that dual citizenship may have been of a less than legitimate nature, no knowledge of this existed and it functioned simply as normal. Entering the door of the long, black car, the driver set off without a word. His destination was a small fishing town a fair distance away, where he would rendezvous with over a dozen other KBN operatives and receive further instructions after arriving. The exact reasoning behind picking this destination perplexed Vosok, but he recognized it was not his place to criticize and let his mind wander elsewhere for the two hour ride. Watching the increasingly red Kerbol from a nearby wildfire slowly descend from its post in the sky to just above the horizon and then below, still casting light through the bending and scattering nature of the atmosphere, he was suddenly jarred awake when he realized he had dozed away in his luxurious, hand crafted leather seat.

Vosok looked forward with shock and mild terror towards the sight of a Dolphik military police officer shining a blinding flashlight into the eyes of his driver. He spied light flashing off of the glass of an armoured personnel carrier, participating in a roadblock along with two normal military soldier transport trucks. He had known full well there was risk of running into the roadblocks which were peppered all around Suroig, the positions changed every day to avoid the possibility of learning to bypassing them, but not nearly of the extent and severity of them. Nor, however, had he realized to what extent Dolphiland had began locking down Suroig for its desire of freedom. Frozen in shock, he nearly did not notice the furious banging of the officer on his window. Vosok collected himself, and lowered the window.

"Good evening, officer..." he mumbled, still in a very strong Blorbik accent having not fully waken and thinking about proper pronunciation.

"Your papers. Hurry, there's a line of cars behind you."

"Okay, yes, here." He snatched for everything he could grab, getting his passport, ID, a number of immigration forms, and also accidentally a receipt and blank printer paper. Looking over it for nearly a minute, he finally handed it back without a word and began to walk off. Another person in the distance, presumably of Dolphik military origin, moved a barrier from a small gap between the APC and one of the transport trucks, and they then safely drove through and past the checkpoint.

The following morning, in the surrounding area of the Scaff Royal Army Base

A dark van speeds along a dusty road on a misty morning, illuminated by Kerbol as it now resurfaces once again. Inside is crammed a large collection of automatic weaponry, tools, and people trained to use them. The van stops at a convenient hill and turn of the road, where most of the people and weapons are unloaded. They then begin to set up a series of lookouts to spot any coming reinforcements, entrench themselves, and place anti-vehicle explosives and other countermeasures in the road. While the path is unlikely to be used in the event of a call for reinforcements being received and met, it is imperative that they would not be allowed to pass through easily.

This was one of many nearby passageways set up with explosives as an ambush to any reinforcements sent to hinder the operation once it was underway. They would not be able to hold out for very long, and the personnel would likely be forced to flee fairly quickly, however they would be able to weaken and slow down any reinforcements long enough that completion could be achieved before a significant military presence arrived at the base.

After a few confirmations of positions and preparations, an encrypted signal was sent out:

"Preparations are complete. All-Go."

[Blorbs]

Blorbs

Blorbik Condemnation of Doxia for War of Aggression

“Recently, a war has been waged on the nation of Cascablanca by Doxia. This was entirely unprovoked, without reason, and an awful act of injustice. The world, particularly that of the CDN, has been largely silent. There has been absolutely no action taken against this by other powers on Serthenia, despite an eagerness to militarily attack local revolutionary movements against undemocratic regimes the world over. The Grand Council would like to make it evident we find that this Doxian War of Aggression is appalling, and call that if the powers of Western Serthenia consider themselves as just in defending freedoms of nations that they not sit idly back.

Already existing sanctions will be increased drastically against Doxia. More importantly, however, the Sekap Channel is to be blocked off to Doxia completely and entirely with no exceptions beyond civilian refugees until further notice.

Notice: The following parties, totaling at 15% of seats on the Grand Council, desired to make it officially known they do not support and/or do object to some or all of the above statement:
-Kuft
-Of
-Datraval

[The Serrian Archipelago]

The Grand Master's Office, Serria, Serria

The warm August air filled the office of Grand Master Niccolò IV, who was up late taking care of his business as Grand Master. He looked out his large window, overlooking the Angel's Court, a large open courtyard with beautiful statues, buildings, and people going about their day. In the distance, he sees the modern Serria city center, with its mirrored glass windows glistening in the sun. All of a sudden, the phone rings.

He rushes to the phone, picking it up. That phone hadn't rung in a while. That phone meant trouble. He answers nervously, stating, "Sirs, what have I bothered you with? What can I do?"

He nods his head, in approval of what the other person on the phone is saying. The tone changes and Niccolò says loudly, "But I can't do that! There's no way-" he stops speaking for a few seconds, recollecting himself.

"Please don't... don't threaten them. They haven't done anything to you!" Niccolò sighs.

"If I do what you say will you... leave us safe?" On the brink of tears, Niccolò hangs up the phone. Immediately, he picks up the red phone, for emergencies.

"I need to lockdown Sarano Square now! Get every officer from the Division next door! Immediately! There is a major threat. Yes. Mhm. I'm on my way to the EMC now. Thank you."

Sarano Square, 19:58

Sarano Square lies peacefully with its monuments towards the Great War. Local Serrians and foreign tourists are taking pictures of some of the very old structures and beautiful architecture. Suddenly, dozens of Carabinieri rush out their station across the street. Armored cars, barricades, and automatic rifle-armed Carabineris sprint across the plaza screaming in Serrian. "Get away, and get down!"

Four speeding police cars pull up on the building across the street, and police marked MRAP vehicles can be heard screeching from the distant streets as they rush to the scene. As the officers prepare to breach, they can be heard screaming orders at each other.

70 yards South of Sarano Square, 20:05

Tomaso, a local, had never seen anything like this. "They look like they're on full alert! I've never seen them lit up like that..."

His best friend was at the airport during the attacks months prior, he comments, "No, this is how it always starts. First that building, then the whole block. I bet you we'll be stuck here for days. Our police care greatly about our safety, but they're violating my job safety. If I miss another client because of this, I might get axed."

"Don't worry though, there's no reason to search our block" Tomaso replies, reassuring himself.

"Don't worry, they'll find one. Great job Tomaso, having complete faith in a few millennia-old system of bureaucracies? I can see your Criminal Justice Education really paid for itself."

Tomaso looks at him and sighs.

"Man of few words, are you?"

InfoSerra office, Sarano Square. 20:07

Windows can he heard crackling as flashbangs are thrown in, and the subsequent explosions. "Target blackout, sweep and resume!" They move in, opening fire on the office security guard, and shooting the office dog. A confused security officer is shot as he tries to take out his service pistol.

A voice is heard upstairs. "Francesco get out of there! Upload the article!" More gunfire is heard, then silence.

In the plaza, citizens and tourists are guided out of the area. Barricades are set up, and the area is in complete lockdown. H.10 helicopters operated by the Carabinieri can be seen flying around the scene, which looked like something out of a war zone.

A windowless room, 32 miles northwest

A few assistants can be seen scrambling around this area, as they are in a frantic alert. A large circular table lies in the center of this large, ancient room. "Did the Grand Master follow our orders?"

"Yes, of course," he responds.

"Did they manage to upload... it?"

"Yes, they almost did, yes they quite almost did."

"If only they had more... time. We'll see about that attempt."

"We cut the internet to the whole block, and we are working on the social media issue for now. This should be under wraps for now."

"Is our mission and identity secure?"

"Yes, it is."

"Good.. good."

"Never bad!"

"What's our cover story for this incident?"

"Oh.. the usual. Insert some story about a prankster calling in a threat, and there being miscommunication, blah blah."

"Alright, I'll send it out. By the way... we're pulling this pretty close to the chest. This was close"

"Don't worry about it, that's my business."

"Alright then. I'll take care of my assignments. Thank you."

Minister-President's Office, Serria, Serria. 20:56

Minister-President Sofia Moretti lay in her office, desperately trying to get her country together. "Defense Minister can you please tell me what is god damn happening in my own capital? How do I not know this?"

He responds, "Ma'am, we know as little as you do. From what he knows now, we received a false 111 emergency call about terrorists posing as security guards, and Carabinieri was sent immediately."

She fiercely responds, "They are Federal Police! How could they fall for something so obvious! If I phone in a call saying that cops are terrorists, are those Carabineers going to shoot at all traffic cops? This is god damn unacceptable!"

"Minister-President, the most I can recommend is hold a press conference while our trained investigators figure this mess out. The investigation is currently ongoing."

"I can't mention that security guard part of the phone call to the public; we're not all imbeciles... at least I think so... Just... just wait until I calm down. You're dismissed. And please close your door on the way out."

Emergency Management Center (EMC), deep underground the Grand Master's Palace

The EMC lays quiet, as there is no real threat. Grand Master Niccolò IV once again answers the troubled phone. "Yes, I stopped it from getting out, you knew that already."

"Mhm. Correct"

"Yes, we cut the internet to the whole block."

"I don't know we figured it out."

"OK."

"Thanks. Bye." The Grand Master hangs up the phone, opens his special cabinet, and pulls out his whiskey.

It would be a long night.

Minister-President's Press Room, Serria, Serria. 22:34

Sofia Moretti stays on the podium, confused as everyone else there. However, as a symbol of her nation, she needs to show some stability. "Yes, we are aware of the incident that took place on today around twenty-o'clock. Moments earlier triple-one emergency operators received a phone call about a terrorist attack happening at the InfoSerra office in the Sarano square, leading to Carabinieri from their office across the street rushing to attempt to save-" She is cut off by a journalist.

"But weren't two innocent guards shot?" says a reporter from the local newspaper.

'Yes, don't interrupt me, please. A part of the complications of this event was how the security guards reacted, as they pulled their service weapons to police, and they were fired upon as well as their canine, who by standard procedure was put down. They can be dangerous. We have put all of the officers who fired their weapons in this circumstance on administrative leave while the investigation is ongoing."

Another journalist asks a question, "Why was the internet cut to the block? Doesn't that suppress free speech?"

Moretti responds honestly with the information she has, stating, "Carabinieri cut the internet to stop false news that could lead to vigilante action against perceived perpetrators and to save innocent people from being witch hunted. We don't want citizen investigations proving someone falsely guilty. We have professionals taking care of this issue, and the internet will be restored to the area soon."

Another from the crowd, "Do we have a casualty count?"

She responds, "I believe we stand at two dead, and one injured, however, those numbers are fluid at this time. That is all for now, thank you. More information will be provided in the following hours, stay alert."

Moretti walks off stage as her Press Minister takes the podium claiming down the clamoring journalists attempting to get answers out of her.

The Minister-President gets in her motorcade and heads home. She needs rest, and a long month is ahead. Serria may sleep, but she sure won't, as much as she tries.

[Edusa]

Peragenor, Royal palace's place

The General walked on a the stage in front of the palace's ruins now covered by large fabric sheets and scaffolds. Vehicle wreck, ruins and craters could still be seen all around but nonetheless, thousands of Edusans gathered to hear his speech.

"Some days ago, this place was a symbol of terror where the leaders of the Socialist Republics held their speech punctuated by executions, today it's a place of hope and renewal as those dark times are behind us. Yesterday you all fought bravely to made the blood thirsty ESR fall, today, the democracy and freedom are back in our country ! Edusans, we won ! This morning a pact was concluded with the loyalist government, they will hold the power for a few weeks until we are sure that our country is ready to run properly again and then elections will be held as well as a referendum that will decide of the future of our country but you will know more on that in a few days when everything will be ready. Now you are surely wandering what happened to the ESR leaders, well they are on a plane to Omniabstracta, here they will be held in custody until a court made out of the countries which took an active part in these events is assembled to judge them. The remaining members of that government will be arrested as soon as they put a foot in Edusa and join their friends in prison. But that's not all..."

A loud foghorn sound coming from the port could be heard as the EIA Maiana followed by the EIA Ekaina and several Eusonian ships entered the harbor of the city flying the Edusan Monarchy flag high.

"Yes, our monarchy isn't dead, the terrorists failed on each and every point of their coup ! Edusans, soon on this place, this stage stained by the blood of the innocents will be destroyed and a monument will be raised for those who died in these events, killed to satisfy the blood lust of the illegitimate government, to remember us that this must never happen again !"

[The Timberan Republic]

Governmental Changes
A chilly morning in a small town with dew on the grass all seemed normal and bliss. Roman Vladislav got out of his bed with the fresh smell of coffee in the air. He put on his shirt and trousers that were well worn in and soft. Roman started down the stairs and his wife told him “good morning” and he drank up the hot coffee and felt warm inside, he walked to the door kissed his wife on the cheek and walked out the door and waved goodbye and headed down the cold driveway he opened up the car door sat down and turned the key, the car sprang to life and he turned the heater on. Roman fiddled with his rearview mirror then slowly backed out of the driveway and headed downtown to the lumber mill where he worked. Roman was passing the same buildings as he did yesterday but noticed the flag was bearing a green horseshoe-like symbol that was hanging up in town hall instead of the 9 pointed star and wreath. It appeared overnight the flag had been swapped. Roman pulled up in the parking lot of the lumber mill and to his surprise, there was no one outside working or stacking wooden logs getting ready to be shipped out. He put his car in park and turned the engine off and stepped out of the car and then walked to the lumber mill lunch hall which was across from the parking lot it looked like a concrete one-story building. Roman opened the door and heat from the inside whisked across him he stepped inside and closed the door behind him. As he found everyone sitting in front of the box television the national news was on it depicted the president shaking hands with the defense minister then stepping down from the presidency and the defense administer Vratislav Radovan declared himself the new leader of Timbera. Roman was concerned if it would affect his life or his family members, the newsman on the television reported that nothing would change for the average citizen and that only the internal workings for the government would change, which brought relief to him. After a hard day of work, he headed home from the way he came. When he got home he sat down for dinner and talked to his wife about how the government changed and how the flag had a new symbol on it while eating his warm chicken stroganoff. When he was full he went to his desktop computer and booted it up, the beige monitor turned on and was booting up gates 95 he logged in and connected to the internet then looked up in the search bar today’s national news and rushed his wife in and showed her what was happening. The news article said that the government became fascist to help the nationalist and the military they ensured the economy and the rights of the law abiding citizen would not be affected by these changes.

[Blorbs]

Serria, Serria

Valzka awoke from her bed as the sun streamed into the room. She hadn't ever actually gone to sleep, going over in her head the attacks she had seen the day prior, and thinking about the official statements regarding it. But she had been nearby, and what they said didn't seem remotely like her memory. Memories can easily be wrong, or just completely made up, but there were other problems that were confusing as well. Further, it shocked her that such high level Serrians could be so incompetent. Getting into the country with the weapons and equipment they all had several months ago had been so difficult precisely because them and their government were anything but.

After eating breakfast and taking a short walk, she returned back to her apartment. Using an encrypted satellite transmitter, she made connection with KBN officials in New Kovtski. Valzka was interested, and wanted to proceed with investigations. After all, it was her job to keep track of the goings on of their government and expose anything fishy. However, only six active contactable operatives remained on the island, so its possible they wouldn't want to risk anything based off of a simple hunch.

"A. V2 REQUESTING PERMISSION FOR INVESTIGATION OF RECENT SHOOTING IN SE. SE. IMMEDIATELY, SUSPICIONS OF GOVERNMENT STATEMENT"

She waited for over an hour and a half, attentively keeping the receiving open. The message would come only once, and she couldn't leave the transmitter out in the open in the apartment, or take it anywhere, for obvious reasons. Finally, a reply arrived.

"A. V2 REQUEST GRANTED"

Valzka was honestly surprised at this answer, but was pleased. She waited out the rest of the day by doing as much research on publicly known information as she could, using Blorbik provided satellite internet as not to be seen making suspicious searches by the Serrian government. By one in the morning, she made a small cup of coffee and then headed out to the physical location. The night air was still warm and humid due to the low altitude and nearby ocean, unlike her Blorbik home in the northern mountains. This did, however, have the somewhat positive effect of making the night heavily foggy. This would make her presence less obvious, however it would make observation with her camera that she held at one side more difficult.

Approaching the scene, she saw in the distance they clearly had set up barricades to prevent anyone from getting in close enough to directly see the scene. Ducking into an alleyway, she approached, and began climbing onto the fire escape of an adjacent high-rise. It appears to have been forcibly evicted, but this wasn't hindering. With minor difficulty she then mantled onto the roof and, without standing up, made her way to the edge facing the plaza and the building that was attacked. Peaking off the edge she had a direct line of sight to everything of note, and then pulled out the camera and trained it at the journalist building across the plaza. The area appeared to be guarded as strongly as a military base, and she took several photos of the seemingly absurd defenses and military police in the area which clearly indicated that something else must have been going on.

Imaging directly inside was more difficult as there was no lighting, however some of the street lighting was enough to get some. The interior of the building was simply destroyed, and there were what appeared to be some sorts of blood stains on several of the floors. Further details were hard to pick out but it appears that the Serrians had continued fighting and killing people on every floor. Who exactly this was is unclear but whomever it was there appears to have been a lot of them. Suddenly she was distracted by a significant amount of movement, several military police exited the main door of the building carrying what appeared to be a garbage bag. After several more photos it became clear it was a body, one that seems to have been intentionally not removed at the same time of the rest while the public eye was still on them. They took it into a white van, and she took note to photograph its licence plate. Fumbling for a notebook Valzka noted it down: 04-03-3853 TE

She was then immediately nearly blinded by a white light coming from the plaza, followed by shouting. She recoiled and flattened out on the roof as much as possible when she heard a loud crack above her, followed right after by a loud pop seeming to come from near the office building. Valzka realized then that when writing down the plate number she must have forgotten to stay as low as possible and made it clear there was someone observing on the roof. Unable to stand up she crawled violently as quickly as possible for the other side of the roof. The next building over was very close with little space inbetween, and was significantly lower. She pushed off of the side and just barely landed near the edge of the second roof, feeling a sharp pain in her chest. Its possible that her ribs were broken, or had sustained some other injury, but at this point stopping was not an option. Now able to stand Valzka bounded for a third roof, even lower, and this time landing on her feet she hung off the edge and safely dropped onto another fire escape. Running down as quickly as possible without making to loud of noise she noticed that the sounds of loud running could be heard from just outside the building she was spotted on. They hopefully would not head the direction she fled to for some time, and after dropping on the ground Valzka ran through the alleys back towards her nearby apartment, making sure not to go out into the streets where she would be more visible. As she neared, several patrol cars sped across the road just across a nearby building from her, and she saw the bright blue and white lights through the space between two buildings.

Finally, she arrived back in her apartment. Entering through the back, for which she had a key and actual legal access, the fight or flight response which had kept her pain mostly subsided began to fade and with great pain she limped into the elevator and finally got back to safety. The photos on the camera, which had been broken when she fell onto the second roof. However the SD card on which the images were stored was not, and she slid it into the slot of her transmitter. She couldn't risk sending them back physically and while the raw files were massive and would take a long time to transmit, it was the safest way. Valzka waited as it continued to transmit, and accidentally fell asleep part way through. Fearing being noticed if she went to the hospital, after waking up in the morning she decided to hope her injuries were not to serious and wait it out to heal. For now, however, her direct involvement in this investigation would be on hold.

The following morning, overlooking the coroners office on Via DeCoco

A man sits on a balcony partially concealed by a bush, holding a camera of Blorbik origin. He had been tasked to look for any ingoing or outgoing vehicles with the license plate 04-03-3853 TE. He had been there using the zoom for easier view for nearly two hours, but not a single vehicle had entered the parking lot. It was at that point he tried to look at the plates of vehicles parked nearby. Shocked he hadn't tried this before, and slightly annoyed at himself, he spotted a white van with a small part of the license plate visible. What could be seen was 04-03-3 before it went behind a nearby wall. He put the camera down, and went on what seemed like a simple leisurely walk outside. As he went by on the smooth red tiled sidewalks, he glanced at the license plate. Seeing the remaining 853 TE from his new vantage point, he immediately turned around and returned to the hotel he had rented to relay this information back and await further instruction..

"PLATE 04-03-3853 TE CONFIRMED AT VIA DECOCO"

[The Serrian Archipelago]

Via Decoco Coroner's Office, Serria, Serria. 09:32

The morning lay quiet. It's a calm Sunday, and most of the workers have gone to their weekly mass. These days were usually not that loud, but after the incident at Sarano Square two nights ago and just the night before, anything was to be expected. The entire city was on a higher alert level, and Carabinieri was able to be seen around public areas. Luca, the building's new security guard, wishes to be one after his application process goes through. He's only twenty-two years old and fresh out of his university studies. His assignment is simple, guard the West gate back door to the office. He took the job with the mindset that it was a simple way to get experience; who would want to terrorize a Coroner's office? The dangers would come later as a Carabineer, of course. As he thinks to himself, he paces back and forth, simply wanting his shift to be over. Suddenly, he hears a call on the radio from another unit. "Luca, we need you up to the East back gate office. Those damn teenagers keep messing with the door."

He responds quickly, as he's excited for any taste of a real security job, saying, "I'm right on my way! Give me two minutes, tops!" Luca rushes away from his post. As soon as he is out of audible range, a loud ding rings out, akin to hitting a hollow metal tube with another metal object.

Luca's new friend, Roberto, had another simple task, guard the overflow room. Today was odd, however, as the main room wasn't even full; the overflow room had one body in it, and there were fourteen spaces left for deceased bodies. This didn't matter to Roberto though, this order came directly from the Carabinieri's local Sector Chief, and he made sure to obey it. Roberto was smart as well, smarter than Luca at least. He didn't abandon his post. He heard footsteps towards him, and he pulled out his service pistol, ready to fire at the right entrance. Then he heard a noise behind him and turned around. He realized what it was, and attempted to kick back the cans. It was too late, and he was incapacitated. Roberto collapses to the floor head first, in pain.

At this point, the camera operator saw nothing but smoke. A few seconds afterward, the entire building shakes. Within seconds, the guards realize what's going on. Carabinieri walking by outside on their patrol see broken glass burst from building landing by pedestrians walking by, even hitting one. The two patrolmen sprint towards the building, almost being hit by passing traffic that hasn't yet realized what is going on. Luca rushes up to the second floor, realizing now that whole East door call was a distraction. He becomes increasingly concerned for his friend Roberto as well. The Carabinieri bust opens the front door with their rifles loaded, and sirens can be heard in the distance rushing to the scene. Patrol officers from the nearby blocks run as fast as they can in the streets. Luca is the first to the overflow room, where he finds Roberto. At this point, whatever gas was there had dispersed, and Roberto lied unconscious with his service pistol nearby. "What did they do to you!" Luca screams. Seconds later, the rifle-armed policemen turn the corner and see the overflow room door blasted open.

"Jesus, what's this smell?" comments one of the officers, entering the overflow room carefully. He doesn't want to tamper with any sort of evidence. Suddenly he hears the sounds of a van door closing and tires screeching into the distance. He turns to run but his partner motions to calm down.

"There's nothing we can do about it; they're gone. And it smells like... musty hay... haven't smelled that in a while." the other officer responds. They enter the room to find nothing but a dead body with the body bag pulled open to the head and a metal door blasted on the floor.

"These people knew what they were doing." Outside, patrol cars turn up to find a rope from a shattered second-floor window of the building, leading into an alleyway. Whoever did this was gone for now. The streets of the surrounding plaza become as heavily militarized as Sarano square, with MRAPs arriving and dozens of riflemen with Carabinieri can be seen securing the crime scene.

A windowless room, 32 miles northwest

Several men stand around a circular table, lit blindingly by a similarly shaped light on the ceiling. On the walls is a collection of Serrian iconography including several fasces and fleur-de-lis, along with a strategic map pinned to the wall, several black markings scattered across.

"God damn it, did they get evidence? Who's doing this?"

Another responds, seemingly an assistant, "They found him with his head uncovered and the door blasted open. They may have a photo."

"This creates issues, they're not supposed to know he's dead. Lord help us, this is a serious issue."

The assistant gives a look of despair but does not respond.

"We're going to be here for a while..."

[Edusa]

Senpere civilian airport, waiting hall 2

Mikel watched the large airplane land. Around him, beside the usual airport workers the hall was empty. Under his wide fabric jacket he could feel the weight of his AP-72, the edusan version of the famous anderian SU Type 51. He barrely knew how to use it:

"Be sure to have the button at the rear pushed all the way in and press the trigger"

That was all they told him at the camp when they handed him the weapon and gave him his mission. The loud noise of someone walking with boots on floor tiles suddenly broke the silence of the large room. A large group of police officers where heading towards the passenger debarkation deck. A tear rolled down his eyes, he wouldn't get out alive of it... He paled, started to sweat and tremble as the police officers walked out of the door soon followed by two persons, his targets, Mrs. Eguzki and the General Hegohalde. The pictures of them they showed him at the camp where stuck in his memory.

"They killed our people without mercy, men, women, childs, elders, now it's your turn to kill. Avenge them, avenge us. Kust like these bastards show no mercy."

Happily for him, his ample nomadic clothes were hidding most of his face and body, no one could saw his stress. He let the officers walk past him and then stood up, tearing away the veil hidding his face and drawing his gun.

"Azkenak gara !"

And he opened fire, a man screamed somewhere, blood splattered the blue floor tiles as the two ESR members were thorn appart by the cloud of bullet. The policemen drew their guns and opened fire too but too late to save Mikel's targets...
The bells of an ambulance and police vehicles were ringing in the distance, over him he could see the face of a police officer examinating his wounds. His clothes were turning red as his vision darkened. He could still feel the empty gun in his hand despite his shattered arm. He raised his head slightly despite the pain and saw the two bodies, covered in blood with their broken limbs forming strange angles on the floor. A smile appeared on his face, he coughed, spat away some blood and murmured:

"I... did... it..."

[Blorbs]

Serria, Serria

Valzka returned to her apartment at three in the morning, having just returned from a local hospital having spent most of the remaining Serrian currency she had smuggled into the country when she first arrived on the very high health care prices with little to show for it. Its possible the Serrian government could give financial healthcare assistance, however increasing her presence in government forms would only increase the chance of an investigation into her allegiance. After sitting for a few minutes, not doing anything in particular, she heard a knock at the door. She wasn't foolish enough to open it, as no matter what happened it would either be a waste of time, scam, or someone Valzka wouldn't want to know she was home. The knocking continued, long after most people would have assumed nobody was home. Either someone was incredibly stubborn, or something worse.

"Please let us in..."

The knocking continued for a moment longer, and then stopped. Valzka almost lied down to sleep when she heard the sound of something metallic hitting the floor and quiet muttering of someone outside. She wasn't sure who it was, or why, but someone must have followed her from the hospital. Grabbing everything suspicious and important she had, Valzka rushed out to the balcony and, balancing off of the outside air-duct of the building across made her way over to a precariously placed ladder. This was made especially difficult by the fact she held a rubber-baffled single magazine use silenced pistol in one hand in fear they would come out to the balcony. She suddenly nearly fell off the ladder when an extremely loud bang emerged out of nowhere, and when loud stomping footsteps came from the apartment window it was clear they had given up and taken the door out with explosives. Instinctively, she unloaded four rounds as soon as someone ran out to the balcony. Due to their momentum and presumably from the shock of the pain the person managed to trip over the short railing after taking three hits, falling down and managing to land on the balcony of the building just across, one floor above the ground. While her pistol's extreme silence was at this point not very useful after the explosion which undoubtedly attracted several calls to the police, it at least made it unclear to the intruders where she had escaped to.

Finally back on the ground she rushed as fast as she possibly could to her car in the garage below the building. Trying to stay hidden while she collected herself, Valzka noticed two men leap out of an elevator as it opened and speed off in a small car. Now considering herself to have the upper hand, Valzka risked pulling out a few second behind them and trailed the car. Luckily, the nearest police station capable of making a response was still placed several minutes away, so both vehicles easily eluded them and drove unnoticed about the city. Due likely to being in a hurry and also possibly out of sorrow for their fallen friend, neither of them appeared to notice their follower.

They continued driving for some time until arriving on a highway and then kept driving for an additional fourty minutes, heading far outside the city. They took a sharp turn onto an exit and down a dirt path, which seemed to be nothing but trees until seemingly out of nowhere a warehouse that was difficult to see from any distance emerged. Valzka immediately stopped and parked her car in a hidden spot between several trees, not wanting to press her luck, and also needing an area to continue observations. She then relayed the information and a few images back via satellite. In one of the images, there was clearly a window just behind which several people seemed to be talking somewhat frantically. Looking again they seem to still be doing so, clearly around what appeared like a meeting table.

Valzka then quietly exits the car, and removes two small black objects from a dufflebag she had brought down with her, both with short telescoping tripods and multiple ports and buttons. Walking deeper into the woods, she finds a small clearing and places down one. Using a small display on its back, the correct area to place the second object is indicated. Once placed in roughly the correct spot, an infrared laser beam is projected from the first object, off of the window, and just past the second. After a few small adjustments, it is left in the correct place, and with a single button press it begins relaying audio data automatically via satellite. That now in place, working automatically, she decided not to risk staying nearby for fear of being seen and drives back onto the freeway, then parking at a rest stop and attempting to sleep in her car as she had forgotten to take any money when she fled, which made paying for a hotel not an option at that moment.

Collective of Blorbik Intelligence
NOTICE: By reading the following document without proper clearance you are committing an international felony and may be sentenced to death.

TRANSCRIPT OF RECEIVED AUDIO INFORMATION:

SPEAKER 1: -probably still going to get fired. Even if you hadn't lost a man, an easier job couldn't exist.

SPEAKER 2: Its not easy to kill someone who is already living on the run! And they won't fire me... I won't let them! If they do, I'll tell the public... tell them everything, they can't risk getting revealed like that!

SPEAKER 1: In that case they'll probably just shoot you

SPEAKER 3: Don't tell him that, now he's going to try and run.

[INCOMPREHENSIBLE YELLING, FOLLOWED BY LOUD POP]

SPEAKER 1: Jesus christ, man! I didn't--I didn't mean it!

SPEAKER 3: Well I did. If you want to still be a general tomorrow you are going to need to get used to how we operate. Now head down to the main office and they'll tell you the rest.

SPEAKER 1: I don't, I don't know if I can do it. This isn't what I signed up for, I just wanted to be a general, help defend our country! How can I justify that to myself if I don't even have the real control?

SPEAKER 3: You still have all of the real control, except for on the occasion we request a favor. A favor which you must abide to, or be forcibly removed, and you can't stop that. Now get down there before we find another person to be general instead.

SPEAKER 1: I don't even know the address!

SPEAKER 3: I already told you, its underground at 333 Via Banese back in the city.

SPEAKER 1: Okay, fine.

SPEAKER 3: Great. And on your way out, tell someone toss that body out the window before it ruins the floor any more than it already has.

[SOUNDS OF MOVEMENT]

[STATIC]

[Edusa]

Ekaina Plaza, south of Peragenor

Just like dozens of other city places through the country, a large screen was mounted to announce the result of the referendum about the remaining of Edusa in the CDN. A large crowd gathered mainly because of the damages to the network cables during the battle cuting the TV, phone or internet access of several citizens.
At 18:00 PM, a official with a loudspeaker announced the end of the countings. The screen flickered and displayed two gauges representing the two answers updated as the administration of the towns and cities published their results.
By 18:30, the final results arrived, the crowd cheered and clapped as 73% of the population was in favor of the remaining of Edusa in the CDN. Only a minority of people left the place, seemingly disgusted.
In the temporary gouvernement building several bottles of Afrazio popped as the office workers and government members congratulated. Only a few remembered that the same referendum lead to the chaos of the previous weeks...

[Faulksnia]

Video Transcript: Imperial Hall of Jarls, Foksberg, Faulksnia

Begining of video:

The Imperial Hall of Jarls dully reflects the afternoon sun, the white tower of the Empress' offices oversee a small assembly at the top of the building's steps. Bullet-proof glass separates the gathered politicians from the journalists and the milling crowd. A Hejina II tank lays parked with engines off to the side of the broad staircase. Empress Rawenn II walks through the doors of the Hall and stands behind a simple wooden podium.

Empress Rawenn II: "As you know, there was an attempt on my life earlier this month. In retaliation, an-"

Numerous: "For our comrades!"

There is a flash and the sound of a rocket-propelled grenade being fired. Camera loses focus briefly and it appears that the operator is trying to find cover.

The Empress drops as several in the crowd pull out automatic weapons and begin firing into the crowd and at the Hall of Jarls. The Aura atop the Hejina II activates and sprays bullets at the incoming rocket. Police officers open fire at the terrorists. The rocket explodes, apparently from the Aura countermeasure but the glass panels shatter and the podium is lost from view as people fleeing the gunfight obscure the camera.

End of video.

Secret Military Facility: Foksberg, Faulksnia

"Fine, hunt them down." The Empress wheezes from her hospital bed. "I tried to give them a cha-" Another set of coughing kept her from contributing further.

Rawenn II's lungs had been punctured by shrapnel, it would be some time before she could make another appearance. One of the surviving Grand Jarls that were huddled around her in various stages of injury nodded and went to bring her message to the temporary Hall of Jarls located in the Foksberg Faulksnian Navy Headquarters.

[Edusa]

OFFICIAL ANNOUNCEMENT OF THE EDUSAN ARMIES AND WAR MINISTER

Following the tragic loss of a great part of the Edusan navy during the short life of the ESR and most notably the sinking of the EIA Peragenor, the Edusan navy lost most of its ability to support allied actions and even secure its coasts. As such, the Edusan navy would like to launch a call for tender for the construction of a new aircraft carrier following the following characteristics:

- Ability to carry at least 35 planes (including 10 helicopters)
- 60,000 tons maximum displacement
- Maximum length of 350m
- Maximum speed of at least 25 knots
- Range of at least 13,000 km
- Non-nuclear propulsion
- At least 4 CIWS mounts*
- At least 4 30mm or more autocannon AA gun mounts*
- At least 2 SAM launcher mounts*
- At least 2 antiship missile launcher mounts*
- 2 to 3 launch positions for fixed wing aircrafts
- Radio systems compatible with CDN technology
* Weapon systems must use CDN caliber and ammunition.

Other details are up to the participant.
This call for tender is opened to any country but Doxia and countries which supported the ESR.
Estimated budget is of 6,000,000,000 Edus.
Participants must be able to fully build the ship and provide spare parts.
Participants are invited to answer to this call for tender within the two next weeks.
Participants have three month to submit their design to the Edusan Navy Bureau.

E. Nahiko, Edusan Queen

E. Lehena, Edusan Prime Minister

Admiral U. Itsasojauna, chief of the Edusan Royal Navy

I. Arbolzaharra, Edusan Minister of Armies and War

M. Urrebihotza, Edusan Minister of Economy

OOC notes: 1 Edus = 0.86 NSD, submit the designs by DMing me on discord or through NS telegram if you can't for some reason, you can post about it if you want but that's really not necessary.

[Faulksnia]

Foksberg, East Faulksnia

Ordrecht Jonessen was walking home from the Metro station when he realized people were staring at him. The past weeks had been tough, assassins had repeatedly attempted to kill the Empress, and many had been identified as Marxists. Jonessen just wanted his daughter to be able to paint without having to worry about selling her art. A universal basic income wouldn't hurt the rich as much as people claimed it would, he reasoned, surely they had enough wealth to share.

"Fokken Kommu!" someone spat at him. Jonessen picked up his pace, covering the red badge on his shirt with his coat. It had been incredibly easy for the Ministry of the Peace to track down outspoken socialists like himself, with the amount he had posted online on the topic. He hated being called a communist, he was a devout Aasataar.

A rock hit him as he turned the corner onto his street, merely a pebble that bounced off the back of his head. But then the two drunk college students walking past him noticed the bright red star pinned to his shirt.

The last thing Ordrecht Jonessen heard was his daughter screaming as a boot came down on his bloodied face, a small circle around his prostrated form chanted, "For Empress, for Empire!"