[Kerbin Only] Kerbin in Jeopardy

[Edusa]

The ruins of what used to be a residential area, Peragenor

Between the scattered rocks and wrecked buildings some men and women with a strange accent and a strange language were working. They went oversea to help the unknown victims of a short reign of terror and yet did it lightheartedly if not happily. Their dark and yellow now dusty uniforms contrasted with the white and red Edusan rescue units uniforms but they all worked together to save what could be saved, rebuild what could be rebuilt and bring a slim light of hope to the ones who lost everything. They tried their best to help, comfort and solace people with the few Edusan words they learned on the spot. Now, days, weeks and even months after the battle they had the hard job to not save but simply find dead bodies of the ones they couldn't reach in time and each one of them was a blow to their heart but they kept going as it was their duty. Further, under a tent, some more strangers were bringing food to wounded men and women laying in camp beds and despite the language barrier, the simple gratitude in their eyes was enough to make them go on one more day through the horrors the ESR gave birth to. Even further, some trucks were carrying construction supplies to the area. Here, the area was cleaned, the ruins and debris removed and the dead ones sent far away. Save, help and rebuild, it was their task. On their shoulders the cross of the Order of Serria was an unbreakable link between all of these men and women now watched by a lot of Edusans as their saviors. They knew that their job would be long, painful and hard but they also knew that they were all here together for eachother and the others.

[Wasabiton]

Unmarked Road, 10 miles from Border
2nd CT Platoon
"Home base this is Koto we have visual on the target ready to move on your command."
Lieutenant Sen Koto signaled the rest of the troops to get ready as he aimed his sniper at the lead driver. if the payload was not in this convoy the country could be put at risk of a major attack.
"This is home base you have permission to engage."
Koto signaled his men and began to count down.
"3... 2.... 1..."
"Engage!"
His firs shot was a direct hit causing the convoy to stop. the rest of the platoon began to move in as they took out the hostile forces. when the area was clear they inspected the convoy.
"Home Base this is Koto the payload is nowhere to be found"
"Copy that Koto return base"
At Home Base President Araki began to sweat as he looked over old files relating to project Sodom.

ODN Morning Report
Good Morning Everyone and what a wonderful day it is. Our main story is about the preparations for the Wasabitoni Cultural festival in Finchland where around 1 million people are expected to attend. While the festival is not until October 30th where it will go until November 10th, Preparations are already underway to accommodate the large crowd.

[Faulksnia]

Ruins of the Imperial Palace, Foksberg, Southern Faulksnia

The morning sun was still making its way through the marine layer as a flurry of activity alerted the gathered crowds that the address was about to be made. Faint sounds of the harbor and the smell of fishing vessels wafted through the air as a dozen soldiers in gray dress uniforms with crimson sashes and a white armband marked with the Berkano rune of the Rebirth movement. Ilesabet Johannsen followed them in a cream-colored suit, her red hair cut boyishly short.

A slightly more permanent podium had been erected by now with several panels of bullet-proof glass set up to guard against the windows of the surrounding buildings, violence wasn't expected as they had won by a landslide but one never knew, many of the former jarls had been forced to flee the country but a few had been able to collect a good deal of their wealth beforehand, more than enough to hire a hitman. Despite the memory of the rocket that had nearly killed the former Empress, Johannsen stood proudly before the podium and briefly straightened her papers before starting her speech.

"Today, Monday, the twenty-second of October, marks the beginning of a new era for the Fokser people. For the first time, a truly democratic government has been put into place to govern this beautiful and glorious land. I humbly ask your support in these next years as we relearn who we are. I am not here to abolish the work of our ancestors, I am here to build upon the suffering they endured, so that we may find a way to live together, and for each other. Countrymen, I come here today to ask your prayers for the struggles we will face in the coming years, and may the gods bless our Socialist Republic of Faulksnia."

The crowd erupted into cheers as she stepped away from the podium, thousands of socialists that had fled the country or gone into hiding during the Great Persecution had returned when the Rebirth Party was announced, a socialist party that wanted to rebuild Faulksnia through socialist and environmentally-minded policies. The Rebirth Party had been elected for the New Government and had authorized the continued presence of Fokser armed forces in Barkadia to help restore the socialist government to the nation. Televisions across Faulksnia began to play information about voting and re-registering for citizenship under the new government.

[The Serrian Archipelago]

Palace of the Grand Master, Serria, Serria. 15:31

The Grand Master himself lay in front of his Defense Council, advising him of the situation and his options. Everything from peaceful requests to demands for investigation was thrown about, but that was not the case. "As Grand Master... this attack on our way of life is unacceptable. Those who are directly responsible lay dead, yet those who supported them lay alive. That must be changed.

The Aerial Defense Administrator replies with a questioning, "Sir?" Yet the Grand Master persists.

"Get me a location of every major FFOR target that can be hit with a bomb or cruise missile. Bunkers, tank columns, and front lines. We will punish the responsible government for its actions. Serria will not be bullied into submission after dozens of its own citizens are killed by the actions supported by a state. The Timberan fascists are responsible, and so they will be punished with all of the might I can give. Are there any advice on targets right now?"

The Naval Defense Administrator responds, "Sir, there is a single small squadron of vessels loyal to FFOR. DDS Veronica and Cardinale are in range to sink it. Using our silent technology it is almost certain the entire squadron will be sunk."

"Perfect. Move forward with operations, I'd like this strike launched by sunset. We should be ready, our stations are always set for defense alert, no?"

With a unanimous "Yes, sir." The ministers get up and get to work.

DeCocco National Air Defense Force Station, Grantos Islands, Meridan Sea. 15:47

An airman just entering on duty for his shift hurries to his transport to his work on base. The base is on high alert, AWACS, Naval patrol vessels, ASW patrols, and transports have been flying in and out all day. He's never seen the airbase this busy in his entire multiple year long career there. As he steps off into his work area his fellow airmen walk toward him and give a friendly hand gesture.

"Lord, what happened here? This turned into a war zone overnight." They walk towards their office building, saluting two pilots holding their helmets against their waist. Announcements over loudspeakers directly the flow of the chaos can be heard in the background, as well as the occasional beep or alarm.

"We're at war, man, we're at war. We're launching a strike tonight it seems against some target, judging by this activity. Never thought I'd see this." Two fighter jets roar over the building, shaking it quite vigorously for a few moments.

Defense Ministry Building, Serria, Serria. 16:10

"This strike will be widespread, and massive. We have over 44 main targets with multiple sub-targets, we are launching upwards of 62 supersonic cruise missiles, a submarine taskforce, and three P.300s assigned as well as an SB.44b. We are striking fascist strongholds and bases throughout the entire nation, chronologically starting at Nizk, moving to the west of Krasika where we will destroy an airbase, then to Sufraz. We will then have P.300s do a sortie dropping GBU-12 Paveway II bombs on targets in the Northwest. Cruise missile strikes shall continue all around the capital region, as we will destroy airbases, tank bases, and troop facilities in the cluster next to the breakthrough at Sabor. The P.300 flight will then destroy a complex of 4 bunkers with high staffers believed to operate with FFOR near Koruska."

"What's the timeframe on this?" asks a member of the crowd listening to the briefing.

"The strike will commence at 18:50 hours and finishes by the end of the following hour. If there are no more questions, get to your stations and organize these strikes. Detailed target information has been sent to those that need it. Good luck."

DDS Veronica, Meridan Sea, off the coast of Timbera. 18:49.

"Captain, what's the status of the mission?" asks one of the staffers, rushing into the room. He is communicating with Serria about the go progress, as the Grand Master is about to make the decision to fire or not to. All of the puzzle pieces were in place for the mission to commence. There was a sense of urgency on the vessel, yet pride as well. They wanted revenge.

"We are good to go. As soon as he gives the word, the torpedoes shall be fired from this vessel and impact the destroyer squadron in minutes. We are currently unseen." The staffer looks back at the Captain, with confidence, and heads back to his station to communicate with the homeland.

Palace of the Grand Master, Serria, Serria. 18:49

"Sir, the Captain has given the final, ultimate all clear. We are ready to strike." After hearing this on the speakerphone, all in the room lay with tension, expecting the decision that would show Serria's true military might to the world.

"Blow them to hell." A round of applause is heard in the room.

DDS Veronica, Meridan Sea, off the coast of Timbera. 18:50.

An alarm is heard from the order thousands of miles away, and the weapons are fired. "One away... two away... three away. All weapons away. Prepare for maneuvers!" is heard over the loudspeaker on the submarine, as they prepare to get out of the area. Firing their weapons made them quite visible to any sort of competent crew using ample sonar protection.

DeCocco National Air Defense Force Station, Grantos Islands, Meridan Sea. 18:50

Dozens of cruise missiles are seen launching in rapid succession towards their targets, flying off at supersonic speeds. The ground crews lay amazed to the sight of over five dozen cruise missiles launching deep into the enemy.

P.300 flight, airspace over Koruska

"Alright bud, check your helmet HUD I shared you the coords."

"Copy thank you."

"Hit that with the... GBU-15 we got to get through the bunker on that one."

"Oooh. must be important."

"Oh yeah, rock it."

"Alright, I'm ready... it's selected, not armed yet let's wait a bit on that."

"Good call, we're ETA 30 seconds."

"Copy."

"Ok, arm it."

"Copy, armed."

"Pickle in five, four, three... two.. one, mark... pickle, pickle pickle."

"Copy, rifle, one weapon away."

"Alright, pull off, keep the EOTS on it. Let's go."

The fighters pull off to the southeast and continue on their mission home. The strike had been launched, and most of the missiles lay on their way.

[Heruland]

---

"We are able to take the capital, yes, however, because we had to rush the war, our chances are lowered significantly. We cannot win the war for sure, without the international support of this cause, and that is why international support is critical for this new Heruland. I'll make sure we continue talks with foreigners." Every member of the Junta was looking at the round oaken table in front of them, and continued to do so as I stopped speaking at took my seat. Every single one of them had tired and pale faces, the same face they had been wearing when we began this war. A man rose from his seat. "General Graeger,-" he introduced himself- "as you all know, public support of this government is low, evident by the protests and so on. I've contacted the royal family in Serria, who informed me that they had been following this war intently as it had been unfolding. They also informed me about desiring their return to Heruland, and reinstating the crown in the Junta." The men looked up for the first time this entire evening, analyzing each other's surprised and bewildered facial expressions. When Heruland was granted their independence from Orbs, a kingdom ruled the country. They did up until the Great War, where they were overthrown for having brought millions of dead Herules to a pointless front line while leaving their sons jobless and wifes widows. There was much talk about a Communist uprising at the time, but in reaction to their rise, Fascism rose even higher. "Admiral Hjord" another man said in a hard tone "Reinstating the crown would be a disaster for our revolution. Bringing back the people who brought such dishonor and famine to our nation should not represent our government. And what look would it give us, to try and replace a tyrant with a tyrant, instead of a tyrant with the will of the common man! What then would the international community think of us? As Ludwell was right in saying, their support of us is critical." Several mumbles of agreement rose from the Junta. "Why bother fighting for the common man if he does not support you, Admiral. Although their reputation remains poor, it will make our cause play to Nationalism, and it will grant us support. You can what you will, but you must will it, and the people do not will our cause. They sure won't will it if we import soldiers to fight for them. Put it up to a vote." This was met with not meer mumbles of agreement.

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FORTROLIGT


 KRIGSMINISTERIET 



D/FM-3251323


Dato: 1918 241018
Krigsminister Orlow
Operation Halshug
Krigsrapport# 2


De sidste dages kamp og redegørelse har forøget vores forståelse af hvad vi er oppe imod præcist. Vores 3. og 4. arméer, og 2. panser korps er i fare for at miste deres forsygningsruter, på grund af det forspring som Militærsamlingen 
har givet dem selv. Den nuværende højeste prioritet er at reatablere forsyningsruter til de nordliggende divisioner.
Militærforsamlingens hære er fokuseret på front linjens center, hvor vi har gjort det modsatte. Dette betyder at Militærforsamlingen kan rykke fronten mod hovedstaden, hvis tab kan forsage vores overgivelse, men det betyder også at 
deres flanke er yderst ubemandede. Vi kan inden for en månede have omringet alle Militærsamlingens tropper, givet at deres angreb i hovedstadens retning er stoppet.

3. og 4. arméer i nord går vest parralelt med grænsen, indtil de kan omringe tropperne i center.
Dette skal gøres sammen med 1. og 5. arméer, som vil omringe deres hære fra syd.
Center skal forsvares af 7. 4. og 32. korps, og 2. panser korps skal forsøge at omringe deres 2. armé indtil center er omringet.
14. og 20. korps kan fortsætte med at generobre den østlige region, Dansk.





Krigsminister Orlow
Hil Sejr, Herulia

TOP SECRET


 MINISTRY OF WAR 



D/FM-3251323


Date: 1918 241018
Minister of War Orlow
Operation Halshug
Battlererport# 2


The last days of combat and reorganizing have increased our understanding of what we are up against precisely. Our 3rd and 4th Army, and 2nd Armor Corps are at risk of losing their supply routes, due to the head start the 
Military Assembly have given them themselves. The current highest priority is to re-establish supply routes to the northern regions.
The Military Assembly armies are focused on the center of the front line, whereas we have done the opposite. This means that the Military Assembly can push to the capital, which loss will likely force our surrender, but 
it also means that their flanks are extremely unmanned. Within a month, we could have surrounded all troops of the Military Assembly, given that their attacks in the capital's direction have been stopped.

3rd and 4th Army in the north, will push westwards parallel with the border until they can surround the troops in the center.
This must be done with the 1st and 5th Armies, which will surround their armies from the south.
Center must be defended by 7th, 4th and 32th Corps, and 2nd Armored Corps must try to surround their 2nd army until the center is surrounded.
14th and 20th Corps can continue to regain the eastern region, Dansk.





Minister of War Orlow
Hail Victory, Herulia

---

[Barkadia]

Military Command Center, Acus

Holub and multiple high ranking officers of the Barkadian military sit in the basement of the Acus mayor's office building, hastily redone as a place for command of the Barkadian military after the failed coup. The Commanding General of the Barkadian Army, Vavrinec Zima, is using a pointer to point out specific areas on a map of the Corticis metropolitan area displayed on a smart board.

"-most forces pushed out east and westwards, towards other cities. We believed that during both offensives, they tried to secure other cities. But thanks to the armed irregular fighters, and the Reserve Field Army, we have managed to not only stall the forces, but destroy most of them. Out of the 45,000 defending the city, we believe that now, there is about 5,000 to 7,500 remaining over the month of fighting. Since they have no way of obtaining supplies, they can be very easily defeated. The issue is that most of the survivors are the most radical, and most likely are in the city waiting for us. We fear there might be unnecessary damage and additional loss of life. I'd advise against any air or artillery support."

"What would the battle in the city be like?"

"Most likely, sir, pretty straightforward. Any defender would be very weak, and even in an urban setting, they'd be largely ineffective. There would be some damage to structures, but it wouldn't last more than a few days."

"How are the civilians?"

"Most are hungry and without power. This is due to lack of electricity and food, and not the destruction of systems. We believe that most are intact."

"General Rybar?"

"We lost contact a few days ago, but that doesn't mean he's dead. There's jammers and other stuff blocking communications."

"If you were in my position, Zima, what would you do?"

"I say we go into the city, all out. We can win, and stalling until more of them starve just starves more civilians as well."

"Let's do it. Get it done, guys."

They all quickly pack up and leave the basement.

Center Corticis

General Rybar sits on the roof of an apartment building, looking down towards The Council building situated in the center of Corticis. His group of soldiers sit next to him, pointing their rifles downwards towards the ground. There is little gunfire, and the streets are silent.

"It was supposed to be here! Where is it?"

"It isn't, sir?"

"Michal, take a look. This was the last place it could've been, but yet it's gone."

"Is it really a bad thing, Rybar? Maybe they don't have it either. We can't communicate with any of our forces outside of the city. Maybe they already captured it."

"Maybe."

A jet flies overhead, but drops no ordinance.

"What is there to see? Why fly jets over the city?"

"Sir, we can't know what they're doing. We just got to wait a bit."

Rybar sighs and lies down on the roof as thunder is heard and it starts raining. A cold gust of wind makes the group shiver.

[Faulksnia]

Central Foksberg, Southern Faulksnia

The noonday sun poured down over the city as construction workers scurried across the ruins of the Imperial Palace. Faulksnia's New Government had decided to build the new capital building on the same site as the burned-out complex. Fortunately, the outer building had been almost entirely wood, which had been a surprise to the group of revolutionaries that had torched it, the facade had been designed to look like stone. Slowly, the collection of burnt lumber and trash that had since accumulated was cleared away, leaving the stone and concrete foundations exposed in sections. Traffic had come to a near standstill with the number of dump trucks and construction equipment on the roads, honking had taken over the air by mid-morning.

A contest had been started by the New Government to find designs for the new capital building. Already, one draft had been submitted by one of those who had fled the country and returned, a socialist by the name of Karl Jorderichsenn. The layout was a hexagon, designed to look like part of a honeycomb, with a large central courtyard and a twenty-story tower for offices over the remaining ruins of the Imperial Palace.

Rural Corticis, Barkadia

Many of the officers had taken to wearing their Rebirth Party armbands, and the flag waving over the heaquarters had been taken down. With little sign of resistance to the New Government, another patrol fleet had been sent to reinforce the carrier escort. All the ships were already flying their new Socialist Republic flags although the autumn weather seemed bent on tearing the flags off their poles half the time. There hadn't been any enemy aircraft spotted in the past couple days, they were all eiher grounded or destroyed by this point. Heavy Destroyer ST-2005 had been part of the artillery barrage that had attempted to remove all resistance outside the city.

The Joint Command was preparing to take the city. Weeks without support and constant threat of attack had left the defenders weakened, if there had not been so many Barkadian citizens trapped within the city, the siege might've lasted until a surrender. Tank crews were busy inspecting their Aura systems and checking their armor for damage, there would be a lot of close-quarters combat when they breached and it was likely anti-tank teams would be everywhere.

[Edusa]

They entered the residence unnoticed, their black uniforms blending in the dusk's shadows.
No one questioned their presence in the palace, their white uniforms were well known.

The royal guard fell on the ground, blood dripping from his sliced open throat.
The bodyguard fell back, a bayonet stuck in his neck.

A shotgun slug destroyed the door's lock.
They kicked the door open.

The queen turned towards them, surprise on her face.
The prime minister screamed in fear.

They raised their weapons.
They raised their weapons.

The queen jumped behind her bed.
The prime minister overthrew his desk and took cover behind it.

The feathers of the pillows and matress flew around her as she felt an intense pain in her left arm.
Wood shards flew around him as he felt the bullets entering his chest, tearing his bones and organs appart through the wood.

The arm of the right secret service killer detached from his body and small streams of blood appeared on his torso as a royal guard shot him from behind with his battle rifle.
The chest of the left royal guard erupted in a cloud of blood and broken bones as a bodyguard shot him from behind with his shotgun.

They tried to take cover behind the walls of the room but were too slow. They fell one by one, their bodies destroyed by the high caliber cartridges.
They turned away to fire back but a burst quickly pinned them down, red stains appearing on their snow white uniforms.

The royal guards pushed the bodies away and ran towards the thorn bed.
The bodyguards jumped over the cadavers and rushed toward the destroyed desk.

The queen stood up with a painful smile on her face, holding her wounded arm
The prime minister threw up a flow of blood and fell on his side, back against the desk.

[Dolphiland]

[RETCONNED]

[Dolphiland]

[RETCONNED]

[Heruland]

---

THE FØRER LIVES!

After being in a critical state for more than 2 weeks, doctors did not imagine that the Fører could survive his wounds, but miraculously, the Fører has woken.

The Fører was shot several times in his chest by Highgeneral Sanselle 2 weeks ago when the coup was attempted by the Junta. The Fører was quickly transported to his personal hospital with the best doctors in Heruland at his aid, but because of his extensive gunshot wounds, it was likely he would've succumbed to these wounds within days. But, weeks later, the Fører hasn't died but has instead opened his eyes again and spoken to his friends and family. The Fører's wife, Josefine, said the following regarding his condition "I've talked to him, and although he is at a loss of energy, he is still with us."

Current acting Fører Owens along with Minister of War Orlow have expressed their joy in the face of this news. Owens states:
"After I was informed that the Fører had been shot, I immediately left my position in Ilbraxen to see him. After seeing him, and hearing what the doctors told me, i too did not believe we would ever see the 3rd Fører awake again. His body thought otherwise, however. Living to the standards which he promotes, he never lost hope, and he never fell to despair. He fought on when all was lost, and he won. This event is the embodiment of the National Socialist spirit which has brought Heruland from a state of sorrow and degradation to the proud and strong community it is today. The Fører's will to carry on is an inspiration to our people and the National Socialist will."

---

KINGDOM IN HERULAND RESTORED

After 80 years of exile, the Junta has decided in a vote to reinstate the kingdom, and thereby the king, in Heruland over their government.

When Heruland became an independent nation in the 1700', a Kingdom ruled the nation, but following the end of the bloody Great War, radicalism became rampant in Heruland, leading to the Royal family to be forced into exile. Now, 8 decades later, the Junta has elected to reinstate the crown in Heruland. Members of the Junta specify that the mission of this revolution is still to restore dignity to the Herulic people in the form of a democracy and that the kingdom or the Junta do not intend on changing this fact.
The royal family, currently still in Serria, has said that they will physically return to Heruland once the war is won.

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FORTROLIGT

 KRIGSMINISTERIET 



D/FM-3251367


Dato: 1015 311018
Krigsminister Orlow
Operation Halshug
Krigsrapport# 3


Militærforsamlingen har skåret forsyningslinjerne som støtter tropperne i det nordlige Herreland, hvilket betyder at forsygninger til 3. og 4. Arméer og 2. korps skal sejles.
Dette mener, at tropperne i nord ikke kan forsynes tilstrækkeligt når forsyningsdepoterne ophobes.
1. og 5. Arméer er også i fare for at få skåret deres forsyningslinjerne, da bjergkæden i det centrale Herreland kan ikke støtte forsyningslinger.
Det er vores højeste prioritet at forsvare forsyningslinjerne til 1. og 5. Arméer, samt omringe fjenden og reetablere forsyningslinjer til tropperne i nord.

3. og 4. Arméer og 2. Korps i nord fortsætter deres angreb trods deres forsynings situration.
1. Armé forsvarer forsyningslinjerne til dem selv og 5. Armé.
5. Armé fortsætter sit angreb mod nord for at omringe Militærforsamlingens hære.





Krigsminister Orlow
Hil Sejr, Herulia

TOP SECRET


 MINISTRY OF WAR 



D/FM-3251367


Date: 1015 311018
Minister of War Orlow
Operation Halshug
Battlereport# 3


The Junta has cut the supply lines that support the troops in northern Heruland, which means that supplies for 3rd and 4th Armies and 2nd Corps must be sailed.
This means that the troops in the north cannot be adequately supplied once the supply depots are depleted.
1st and 5th Armies are also at risk of having their supply lines cut, as the mountain chain in central Heruland cannot support supply lines.
It is our highest priority to defend the supply lines of 1st and 5th Army, as well as encircling the enemy and re-establish supply lines for troops in the north.

3rd and 4th Army and 2nd Corps in the North continue their attack despite their supply situation.
1. Army is to defend the supply lines for themselves and 5. Army.
5. Army continues its attack towards the north, to encircle the Junta's armies.





Minister of War Orlow
Hail Victory, Herulia

---

[Avellum]

It was such a good format, I had to steal it. Don't worry guys, I asked Dolphi's permission first. Anyway, here's some mood music for y'all. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cXB3miYJD-Y

AUDIO LOG PLAYBACK: DEVASTATOR 027

027//Mikelo: "Operation Fire Sale is a go ladies and gentlemen. Initiate startup sequence and ready up."
027//Computer: "Command uplink established. Drive system, online. Sensors, online. APS, online. Weapons, online. All systems nominal."
027//Petro: "Petro. Gunner. Ready up."
027//Vilhelmo: "Vilhelmo. Loader. Ready up.
027//Johano: "Johano. Driver. Ready up.
027//Mikelo: "Confirm. Devastator 027 is combat ready at this time."
027//Petro: "It's 321 klicks to Gilgamesh, we got a full tank of fuel, half a packet of cigarettes, and we're wearing MK4 augmented reality helmets. Hit it."
027//Mikelo: "No smoking in my tank."
027//Petro: "Hehe. Killjoy."
027//Computer: "Destination locked. Cruise mode set, priority, efficiency."
027//Johano: "Never gets old, does it?"

AUDIO LOG PLAYBACK: F-19 SORIP, 44TH SQDRN "MESSER", ARTEMIS FLIGHT.

ARTLD//Koralo: "All birds check in."
ART2//Paulo: "Artemis 2 here."
ART3//Nikalao: "Artemis 3, ready to go."
ARTLD//Koralo: "Central. Artemis flight ready and willing, Gilgamesh Arsenal highlighted on our ARS tacmaps now. What's the play?"
CNTRL//Josefo: "Artemis. Follow waypoint approach line 004. Anyone there that we don't know, shouldn't be there. How copy?"
ARTLD//Koralo: "Waypoint 004, hostiles in AO, ten four."
CNTRL//Josefo: "Artemis be advised, Skyeye has located multiple targets in the battlespace. Solid fix on infantry and armour elements. Intel reports these Hokubujin tribal factions have access to advanced armour and equipment recovered after the nation collapsed, but are unlikely to know how to use them properly. You are clear to accelerate to combat speed and engage. Weapons free, good hunting."
ARTLD//Koralo: "Roger that central. Artemis flight accelerating to attack speed and going hot."

[Wasabiton]

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Gilgamesh Arsenal
Old Country
Audio Log
S1: Homebase this is Squire 1 we are ready to drop
HB: Roger that Squire go ahead
S2: Ready boys?
S3 and 4: Ready as ever sir.

In The dead of night Fire Team Squire dropped down with Fireteam Echo and Trost to take the airfield. Using the element of surprise the airfield was able to be taken without an alarm being raised bu the forces needed to get here quick before others notice something wrong.

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Continued Audio Log
E1: Homebase this is Echo 1 the runway is clear I repeat the runway is clear.
HB: roger that We will send Confirmation to the rest of the force proceed as planned.

[Edusa]

The double murder attempt shook the country but it was nothing compared to what was about happen.

EBSS (Edusan secret services) HQ, Peragenor

The door blew up, 20 royal guard entered in the hall, battle rifles loaded and ready. The security agents had nothing to do but surrender their weapons to save their lives, those who tried to resist died, a 7.5mm bullet between the eyes. The director was executed on the spot and the archives raided. The guards left as quickly as they arrived.

BKSAZP HQ, Peragenor

Gunfire echoed in the courtyard of the building. Ten bodies slided on the wall they were lined up against, a bullet in the neck and leaving a red trail on the white paint. Inside the same scene was played again in every room, two hours later no one was left alive in the complexe. The archives were stolen similarly and the royal guards left the scene quickly once again, taking tHe bodies of their fallen ones with them.

Two days later, Ekaina place

A large screen was assembled during the night and protected by a squad of royal guards. On it the documents from the EBSS and BKSAZP archives were passing; reports of killings approved by the prime minister, audio and video logs of atrocious experiences, paychecks to mercenary groups, lists of citizens to eliminate, plans of the Erdimendi facility... People stared at the screen, some shocked, others crying upon discovering the fate of their loved ones and mothers hidding the eyes of their childs when a video came. These documents were also released online, spreading at an alarming speed on the Edusan web.
Then people realised that this madness was stopped thanks to the Queen and her soldiers. Many people asked her to take the power in the country until the next elections but she refused, calling for anticipated elections instead. A royalist party quickly formed and after several days of debate, she finally agreed to take the lead of the party and present herself at the elections. Elen also ensured the worried CDN ambassadors that she would quite her powers as soon as her mandate ends if she won. Without surprise, she won by a large majority and assumed the role of Prime Minister alongside the one of Queen of Edusa. Finally a bright future seemed to open up for the thorn country.

But the sands still wanted more blood...

[Corgelia]

Event Transcript: 22-10-18
Location: ████████████ 
Event: Doxian High Command Meeting
Grand Minister of the Doxian Empire: Welcome.
Minister of the Army: Thank you. Anti-terrorist campaigns are in full swing, yet the rebels continue to be a thorn in our side. 
Minister of the Navy: The recently captured Cascablancan ships have become fully crewed and operational, should it be necessary.
Minister of the Air Force: Pilots have been trained on the new Serrian planes and are ready for any possible fight nearby. 
Foreign Minister: Though many countries have recognized our state, few would work with us. The only possible alliance we could join would be the Security Treaty, which i hi-
Grand Minister of the Doxian Empire: And work with the filthy Anderians? Not a chance. Besides, any possible relations would spark retaliation from the Blorbiks, and we need the military at home.
Foreign Minister: What about the Herulic Civil War?
Minister of the Navy: It is critical we begin an intervention immediately.
Minister of the Air Force: He's right. They're an ally we can't afford to lose.
Grand Minister of the Doxian Empire: It's settled then. We must begin planning immediately. Tell the fleet to ready, and inform the National Socialists of our intent to intervene on their side. Gain as much information as you can on the enemy ships and their status, and
prepare commandeering of their navy if they are still in port. Prepare marines and paratroopers, I want as much damage dealt to them in as short a time as possible. Anything else? No? Meeting dismissed, now let's get to work.

Handelshavn, 1700, October 30th, 2018

After a few days of hasty preparations and travel, the Doxian fleet had arrived. They sailed across the Sekap Sea, not far from the Herulic naval base at Handelshavn. The grand Herulic Eastern Fleet sat at this base, expecting nothing out of the ordinary. The Junta never expected a naval engagement, and the ships sat devoid of fuel and ammunition. The Doxian fleet opened its radio, and broadcasted on all known Herulic frequencies. "Greetings. This is the Doxian Empire. Do not attempt any attempt of resistance to our landing, and any fueling or arming of the ships will be interpreted as a threat, and will be met with prompt destruction of the entire fleet." A few fighters launched off the Lancia, to survey the state of the city. Its bustle had continued to go on, but the base showed no movement. No man dared move their truck, or move out of a building. "No resistance noticed, proceed with the next stage of the operation." Within minutes landing crafts had rolled up on the empty beaches. APCs, IFVs, and AFVs rolled into the base, crashing through the fence and gate. Squads entered buildings, forcing the men out of them and into the street. Without a single shot, the entire Herulic Eastern Fleet was captured. "Objective secured, no losses." Soon after the fall of the naval base, Doxian forces would capture the entire city, raising the flag of the Herulic National Socialists once again. As well, civilians watched them close off the airport, though no flights were even scheduled due to the war. By the next morning, several thousand troops were onshore, carrying tanks, engineers, ammunition, and planes. The occasional bottle was thrown at vehicles as they drove down the roads, but thanks to the cooperation of the local police, the Doxian needn't have any troops outside the port and airport. The city was in Doxian hands, and this would not be the only place.

[The Timberan Republic]

WEDNESDAY 10/31/18 KORUSKA

Ludvic and Michal are crouching near the corner of a building they hear an armored vehicle engine.

Michal! ready the TANDEM HEAT rounds NOW!

Michal loads a TANDEM HEAT round into the RPG-26.

Ludvic shes all yours now!

A BMP-1 can be seen creeping up on the street it has yet to spot Michal and Ludvic because they are on the side of it.

Wait till she slows down and almost starts to unload the troops inside

The BMP-1 slows down and the back doors latch is turning.

FIRE!!!

The TANDEM HEAT round hits the BMP-1 almost instantly exploding on impact into a fireball the BMP-1 was no more.

We seem to be winning this fight sofar Michal!


Images From the Combat Zones (contains graphic images)

Dead Armor Crew of A FFOR BMP-2

RFOR National Guardsmen Warm Themselves

RFOR Armored Column Moving Into Koruska To Secure the Area

Timberan National Broadcasting Channel

Battle in Koruska

Today Koruska was taken by RFOR the FFOR are now performing a tactical retreat 40 miles north of Koruska to dig in and try to redeem themselves so their effort wasn't wasted. Koruska did not suffer collateral damage, due to most of the fighting being in the outer areas of the city but some buildings did get destroyed in bombing strikes on FFOR strong points. Many FFOR tanks and other armored vehicles were destroyed or captured by RFOR. Current civilian casualty estimates are around 145 for the 2 weeks battle over Koruska.

Government Leaked Statistics

Newly leaked government files of the current state of the armed forces of Timbera. According to the Statistics, the armed forces are in no shape or any way prepared for any sort of executive action to stop RFOR or support FFOR. Reasons, why the armed forces cant is because of the lacking numbers of soldiers the army has officially 1.4 million men in current service but in reality the whole armed forces consist of about 90,000 men because all the other men deserted their positions to go, fight for RFOR. This is a logistical nightmare for the commanders of the armed forces and government because they now realize they cannot rely on force to stay in power anymore. The government still has mass stocks of tanks and firearms they don't have enough men to man them.

Crisis in Vozny

Vozny is the only fascist controlled city in its surrounding area and the head of the fascist government. The city has been completely blockaded from all outside sources, RFOR is not attacking the capital but instead to purposely seem to stalemate the front to wait out the fascist until their ammo and food run dry. Even though those hard times civilians still are somehow able to get out of Vozny. Most armed forces left in Vozny are ragtag under-equipped paramilitary or drained military forces. Fuel is now being rationed out in Vozny to conserve enough resources to last the longest time, the government recommends don't use vehicles and just walk to your locations.

[Dolphiland]

[RETCONNED]

[Edusa]

[Corgelia]

SB. 32 over Heruland, 1422, November 5th, 2018

The dual-seated bomber flew through the quiet skies of Heruland. Flanked on both sides by its escorting P. 290s, they were one of two of the planes that was sent off that day. The pilot looked back at his co-pilot.
"Odd target, huh? Why are they sending us all the way out here to destroy one puny railway?"
"Did you not listen to the briefing? This is one of the two railroads that connects the north and south of Heruland. Once these are cut, the junta's troops are gonna starve."
"Who knows, maybe this might give the Herulics that final victory they always want. Looks like we're coming up on the target. You see it?"
"Not quite... there it is! 3, 2, 1, bombs away!"
The bombs whistle down, ruining dozens of meters of track.
"Confirmed hit! They'll be up for a surprise when they go down that track. Base, this is Beta group, target is destroyed, RTB."

Transport plane over Heruland, 0944, November 6th, 2018

The Doxian paratroopers sat in the plane, listening to the low drone of the engines. 30 men lay ready to jump, some veterans of the initial capture of the Cascablancan leadership. They knew there was no extraction plan, they were given some supplies to make it out of the countryside and then bribe their way back to Handelshavn, or simply wait and hope Doxian forces captured their place of residence. A light went green in the cabin, signaling they were at the drop. The isolated manor held the junta's high command, without them the junta would certainly falter. They jumped into the cold northern air, landing in the fields surrounding the manor. It was hard to expect they hadn't been spotted, so they quickly ditched their parachutes and rushed towards the manor. The rifles may have been suppressed, but by now the whole manor knew they were there. The elite paratroopers took down the guards scrambling to deal with the sudden incursion of the paratroopers. They burst through the doors, unloading their magazines at the crowd of people running. They heard vehicles start up outside, trying to escape the bloodbath. The soldiers didn't care, they fired uncaringly at the mob. Soldiers, Generals, assistants, all equal in their death on the floor. They didn't know how many got away, they didn't care. They loaded into the remaining cars and military vehicles, and drove away in opposite directions. Fate would decide whether these men would ever return to Doxia.

[New Anderia]

Anderian Federative Social Republic
“One people, one motherland, one destiny.”

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Official Statement of the Executive Offices

It is the natural understanding of the historian to realize that the death bed of grand wholistic concepts is the sands of time. It is in recognizing this fact in conjunction with finding ourselves in the material conditions of our day that before we can pursue the realization of all Socialist paths, we must find ourselves standing in solidarity with the first step, rejecting international capital. We cannot let these collective identities die in the mud because they fall short of academic scrutiny. Revolution will not sweep the world through academic pamphlets, but through propaganda of the deed and direct action. It is in this position, that the paramilitary groups of many parties of the Popular Patriotic Bloc and other similarly aligned organizations have come together in a volunteer organization henceforth to be known as the Foreign Front for the Defense of Heruland. We stand with the people of Heruland against international capital and together we shall triumph as common enemies of the ever-leeching international market. They will have the full support of the Anderian naval vessels to ensure their safe and speedy arrival to work towards the liberation of the Herulic nation from the tightening grip of national and international forces of reaction.

Signed,
Zergiŷ Zakarov, President of the Federal Republic of Anderia
Valentina Karmanova, Premier of the Federal Republic of Anderia

[Korcadia]

_{A Message From The Korcadian Government}

It has come to the attention to the Korcadian government of the current situation up north in Heruland. Korcadia is actively trying to cooperate with other nations to fully understand both sides of the government and their views, a statement will be released soon about how the government and military will act on said conflicts. The Prime Minister is actively meeting with military leaders to chart out what to do in scenarios where Korcadia steps in.

With its naval power, the Korcadian government will be sending the 1st Korcadian Naval Fleet up north to maintain convoy lanes and protection of waters. The fleet will be lead by Commodore James Hendricks, it will consist of the HMKS Burgade and HMKS Smith both destroyers and flagships of the fleet. The ships will be accompanied by smaller vessels, most patrol and 1 light submarine. None of the ships will have the room to carry troops or planes they are mostly armed with cannons on the port and stern sides.

We hope the nations of the world see eye to eye with us and support our decisions made by the government and its military. We hope to work tight-knit with fellow democratic countries and we will decide where to focus our forces.

For the people we act and for the country we serve

[Heruland]

OWENS FIRST SPEECH AS FØRER

As the 3rd Fører remains in a poor state unfit to rule the country at this time, Owens has taken his place. Yesterday he held his first speech as Fører, denouncing the Junta for cooperating with nations that wanted to see Heruland's fall not many months ago.

"We find ourself in a decisive point of our eternal endeavor, that being our National Socialist spirit, and the binding of our communities. For the first time in our independent Herulic history, an armed enemy force in occupying our soil. It isn't the Kerthenians, or the CDN, or international capitalists. It isn't even the Marxists. It is leaders, who served prestigious and well-decorated positions in our military. The same people who have seen so much benefit from this National Socialist revolution, have now attempted to kill our leader, kill our spirit, and kill our country! These egotistical men of dishonor have brought our nation into the most vulnerable state it has ever been in since the Great War, and is forcing brothers to slaughter each other in the name of their own desire. These men have called upon the damned Kerthenians, and are cooperating with them militarily! The same Kerthenians who wants to see nothing but the spilled blood and crushed bones of Herules, the people we have worked so hard to repel and defeat. Those same exact conspirators are now allowed to fight on the side of Herules, for the demise of the Herulic people, and the Herulic spirit. Despite this outrage, the aforementioned spirit of the Herule has once again shown itself in this time of great struggle. As we have always done, and always will do, we shall as a united community overcome, not the people fighting or living in the Junta, but the people of the Junta. These traitors are your enemy, not your brothers and sister. And with all of these peoples we will regain and maintain our tight community, that is the task we undertake as National Socialists. The task that is much clearer to us now, than it was before. The Fører will return after this war again, with his old party programme, whose realization seems more important to me than perhaps it did upon the first day. This realization which brought me here today, and the Herulic people as to say, the welfare program has again the opportunity to exercise the spirit of this community. There is no true way of repaying the fronts for its sacrifices, but the accomplishments of the homeland will likewise stand the test of history. It is necessary, that the soldier upon the front knows, that everyone who stays behind him will be taken care of by the homeland, and that it will take care of him to the best of its abilities. That he must know, and that is how it must be, so that later the homeland can be mentioned in relation to the great achievements of our defenders. Everyone knows what they must do in this time! Every woman, every man - they know what is rightfully asked of them and what they are obliged to give. And if at any time you are walking the street and have any doubts as to whether you should give something more, then turn your gaze sideways and perhaps you will see someone who has given so much more for Heruland than you have."

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FORTROLIGT

 KRIGSMINISTERIET 



D/FM-3251535


Date: 1602 061118
Krigsminister Orlow
Operation Halshug
Battlereport# 4


A Dolphik carrier group and a Kerthenian carrier group have unexpectedly entered in our eastern waters.
The Dolphik ships have blocked the East Sea, and therefore we can no longer supply the soldiers in the north.
An attack on the Hessel barracks has destroyed a significant portion of the supplies that the troops had to spare, and therefore they can no longer conduct offensives because of lacking supplies.
Flights from both the Kerthenian Navy and the Dolphik Navy have carried out air combat patrols and bombings over Heruland.
Because of their superiority in the airspace, it has put an end to all Herulic air operations.
The bombings have weakened several of our supply routes by rail, which has especially hurt the 1st and 5th armies of Heruland.
The supply situation for both sides has made the front somewhat stagnant, meaning that the rush towards Thule has come to a complete halt.
Doxian troops have taken Handelshavn to secure the Western Sea Fleet, and to send special operation forces into the Junta's territory.
The purpose of this is to disturb the Junta's supply lines and conduct high profile raids.


The Junta's 2nd army is moving in to encircle our northern troops, but because of the dire supply situation, we can only send 4th army's 1st corps to intercept their attack.
5th army will continue its deep-battle campaign, although two enemy corps' have been sent to either stop them or respond to the Doxian occupation.
Fully supplied 32nd independent corps will begin to counterattack the low supply enemy forces in the failed rush for Thule.





Krigsminister Orlow
Hil Sejr, Herulia

[Barkadia]

Center Corticis

A group of soldiers walk down one of the main roads in Corticis. Sporadic gunfire is heard across the city, but has been fading away over the last few hours. They expected to be greeted by celebrating civilians. It was Corticis, after all, the largest city in Barkadia, millions of happy and free people all around. Instead, skin and bone corpses laid motionless and partially frozen on sidewalks. Some more fed people had guns and wore red bands on their arms. Hours ago, they walked past a tank. It was functional, fully armed, but empty. There was no fuel. Last night as they waited outside the city, there were no lights. The apartment buildings sat still against the grey sky as the light snow fell upon them. The crunch under their boots is the loudest sound they here.

"I see it, there, down the road!"

"Oh wow, The Council building. I never thought we would see it again. I'm surprised it's in perfect condition, so strange..."

"Why is no one here? We're in the middle of the city, at the most important building in the Barkadian government, yet they aren't defending it? This is weird."

"They all died, stupid. Or left, but whatever. They mean the same thing honestly."

"Hey, I've had this small Barkadian flag in my pocket. Let's get it planted in front of the building. It's symbolic."

The soldier with the flag rushes to a pile of rubble outside the building. He shoves the flag through a hole, and then pushes the rubble on the stick to make it stand.

"You have lost Fir-"

A deafening explosion coming from inside the building lashes outwards into the dull city.

Pristav, Barkadia

It is cold and windy. It is only 3:37 PM, but the sun is already beginning to set below the horizon. Most people in the city are inside or quickly walking to buildings to escape the below zero temperatures. The only people wanting to remain outside are dockworkers, getting ready to unload the Kerthenian aid ship, Ανοιχτό βιβλίο.

"Hey, Ivan, you ever wonder why the Kerthenians are helping us?"

"This is outside of politics, Michal. It's just to be helpful. And we need it anyways, so I don't see a point in caring."

"The people in Corticis need it, but whatever."

As Michal goes to climb into his container crane, he notices a man in a long jacket and ear muffs on the phone. He hangs up suddenly, looks to see if anyone was looking, and then quickly jogs off the dock.

"That was weird, but whatever."

He climbs into the crane, and begins moving containers off the ship. Out of the corner of his eye, he notices another person, in a much thinner jacket with no headgear, also calling someone. He follows the same procedure as the last man. Michal notices he is wearing a red jacket, unlike the first man, who was wearing black.

"Uh...ok. I don't see what is so interesting about humanitarian aid anyways."

The sun sets under the horizon as cranes slowly move containers on to the dock below.

[Blorbs]

The Union of Proletarians

Ever since the new Faulksnian government got its footing in late October, after its previous triumphant revolution from the prior feudal government, the topic of membership within the Union of Proletarians has been on the mind of their governance and our administration. Soon after, official negotiations have taken place, and following a vote of 87% for, 8% against, and 5% abstaining, the Socialist Republic of Faulksnia has been accepted as a full member of the Union of Proletarians.

Very shortly after negotiations began, it quickly became apparent the desire of both sides to go forward for the great benefit of the people of both sides, and reasons for objection were few. The stability of their government has already reached a phenomenal level, being capable of fielding professional soldiers internationally, already heavily aiding in the conflicts in Barkadia. With this in mind, ensuring the unity, stability, and co-operation of truly free worker's movements is paramount to the goal of the Union, and this acceptance could be described as nothing other than exactly that.

In recent times the state of co-operation among the left has been worsening as international sectarianism has quickly spread, and it is our hope that this will be a step in the other direction away from a disunited and degenerating left in the face of the world's current state of affairs. Today, in comradery, we celebrate returning to progress once again. Through this will come the co-operation and unity of Faulksnia and all of the current, and future, members of the Union of Proletarians.

[Faulksnia]

Foksberg Hall of the People, Southern Faulksnia

The former Hall of Jarls had been converted into a parliamentary building since the establishment of the Socialist Republican government. Hundreds of people stood beneath her roof and rows of tables had replaced the luxurious desks and chairs that once sat the Grand Jarls. Burgundy and white flags of the New Government hung from the sides of the podium and half a dozen other places around the room. Television cameras and written journalists crowded around the viewing platforms that had been knocked through the walls around the dome, all pointed towards the main podium.

Talking and whispers that had filled the room died down as Leader Johannsen walked up to the podium in a suit the colors of the flag. Her face remained unreadable as she shuffled the papers on the podium and cleared her voice.

"Fellow Faulksnians, I am here today to share news that will forever change our great nation. We have received news from the Union of Proletarians that the vote on our request for membership has been passed, we are now official members!" Cheers erupted from both the legislators under the dome and the other citizens throughout the country as televisions across Faulksnia broadcasted the speech live. "I send my deepest thanks to all member nations, on behalf of the people I represent, for accepting our country into your Union. It is my hope that we can all grow from this opportunity and we are happy to share the industry and genius of our people with the rest of the Union.

"Our armed forces in Barkadia, which have been busy trying to liberate the people of Corticis from a totalitarian government, something we only too recently have done ourselves, have reported that the Blorbik people are both respectable and amiable. I hope that in the coming years those friendships that have already started only become even stronger as our nations grow together. Under Berkano may we prosper!"

"Under Berkano may we prosper!" came the response of hundreds of men and women across the country. The national anthem began to play as televisions displayed scenes from various Union of Proletarians member states.