The Colourful Coup [CLOSED TWI ONLY]

[Bhikkustan]

The IC thread for the coup. You will know if you can post.

[Bhikkustan]

Downtown Samadhi

Karibalj knocked three times on the old oak door, the blows resounding across the street.

Please let this be the right house, he thought to himself. The door slowly began to creak open, and a rough man's voice whispered to him, inviting him in urgently. He pulled the door open and stepped into the dimly lit corridor. The man who had invited hm in stood behind the door. He was dressed in a khaki suit and held an assault rifle. The gun was trained firmly on Karibalj's heart.

"Don't shoot," He whispered softly, "I am here to join the party."

The man gave this a brief nod of acknowledgement. "Why do you wish to join?"

Karibalj replied quickly. "I do not support the heresy of the new government, and their adoption of western economic policies that betray our nation."

The man seemed happy with this. "Are you sure? You cannot go back from this."

It was Karibalj's turn to nod. "I will go through with the revolution."

The man smiled. The amount of younger recruits they had been receiving was quite large. "If you wish to join the Golden Path that Buddha has laid out to us, take these books. Return here in a week once you have read them. Then you may join."

He reached down and handed him several books. They were the communist manifesto, the Nayodhamma, the State and revolution, and several smaller pamphlets to hand out among his friends. "Secrecy is key. Do not give these to anyone who may betray us or you will die."

Karibalj gulped slowly, the consequences of this beginning to dawn on him. This is the path I have chosen, and if I die it shall be for the good of my nation. My self sacrifice shall be of an aid to everyone. He thanked the man and walked out home slowly, being extra stealthy to make sure that no policemen saw him.

Over that week he distributed the pamphlets and read the books indoctrinating himself with the ideology of the party, which he made out to be a version of anti-revisionist Marxism-Leninism with large amounts of Buddhist philosophy and anti western and anti imperialistic sentiments. It agreed with his own ideals well, and he knew he was ready to join. He walked down the street, taking especial care to evade any of the increasingly brutal police who patrolled the streets in search of the "leftist traitors", a group that he now belonged to. He knocked on the door and was ushered in quickly. This time a different guard was at the door, but the effect was the same. He stood in a dark room, but this time he was not alone. There were around twenty new recruits, and at least fifty guerillas. At the centre of the room a monk and the man Karibalj had seen earlier were standing around a table. They were obviously the leaders. The monk turned and began to speak.

"Comrades!" He exclaimed loudly, "You are here to join the revolution?"

The new recruits yelled a resounding yes, and the monk continued

"Well then. You are lucky. You have attained an auspicious blessing. You shall be the holy warriors that shall drive off Mara and her tendrils of bourgeois corruption! You shall soar across the land spreading the cleansing flames of purity and peace. The imperialists, the western devils have attempted to take our sacred land from us by corruption and treachery. We shall not fall to them! You shall stand and fight, and drive them from our homes!

Some of you may fall, yet do not be afraid of death. Their life is but one of many that occur. Nothing lasts forever, and your heroic self sacrifice shall be rewarded greatly in your next life. All of those who fall in combat against the servants of Mara shall be rewarded with a rebirth in the pure land of Amithaba, where enlightenment is far easier to obtain. This I have heard, and much more. The men shall sing songs of your eternal praises, and women shall weep and cry, for their sons shall not be as great as you will be.

Soon it begins. We shall attack across the nation at once, taking key military bases. Our message shall be broadcast across the land and the bourgeoisie shall tremble as they hear the death knell of their empire of corruption. Let the ruling classes tremble at the thought of our enlightened worker's revolution. We have nothing to lose but the pestilent chains which we have been cast in. We have the world to gain. Workers of the world, Unite!"

After this speech, the new recruits were led forwards one by one for their final recruitment. They repeated after the monk, "I pledge myself to the revolution. By my hands the western devils shall be excised from our lands, and I shall not rest until this land is free of Mara's terrible influence."

"And now," said the man, "we wait until called for. Follow Comrade Serena."

A female guerilla led the group down into a damp underground tunnel, where some barracks were located. They were rather basic, with just a bunk and some small light. They were each given their new uniforms, which were a khaki coat and trousers, and a saffron beret with the emblem of the EWP on it in steel and gold plate. Then they were each given a gun, an assault rifle from New Aapelistan, a stainless steel scimitar, a small water canteen and a clay tablet bearing the carved image of a wrathful Buddha armed with a hammer and a sickle.

Karibalj turned to meet his bunk partner, a girl his age. He introduced himself and he did to. Her name was Sahara Khan, and she was from the armed forces. She had fought in Moukere. Silently, Karibalj was thankful for an experienced partner. They made small talk for a little time, before the man came down and turned out the light. He warned that punishments would result if anyone talked.

Sahara turned and looked at him before ascending the ladder to the top bunk."what do we do now?" Asked Karibalj softly.

"We wait," was Sahara's reply.

[Great-Imperialonia]

Royal Imperialonian Palace - Frosto

"Jonathan please take something, do you want some tea, or maybe something stronger, though it might be a little bit early" and Emperor Melas I smiled while he spoke to Prime-Minister Jonathan Montgomery.

"No thank you highness, I wanted to talk to you about the recent happenings in our neighbouring country..."

The Emperor looked up and had a smile. Jonathan couldn't really see if it was a real smile, or some mean idea which came up. He knew the Emperor could come up with the best plans, but that he could also bring ideas to him which were so mean or even dangerous you would suddenly feel the cold everywhere in your bones.
Emperor Melas once told him during one of the weekly meetings that his way of thinking really looked like Machiavelli's, the renaissancistic politician and author. The Emperor always saw the bigger goal, and would do almost everything to accomplish it.

"My dear Jonathan, listen..." so did Melas break the thoughts of the Imperialonian Prime-Minister. "Bhikkustan is at the brink of destruction, the government doesn't know it yet, but the leftist and red fractions are growing due to the instability the last weeks."

"But I thought we wouldn't fight or try to undermine the communists any more after the recent peace with New Aapelistan!" Said Jonathan, a bit irritated because he knew the Emperor was playing with him and not getting to the real solution he already had in mind.

The Emperor corrugated, but continued: "We won't undermine any communist uprising, in fact we will just let them do what they want, if they want to establish some stupid people's republic it's their choice... but this is our chance in expanding influence to the east!"

This time Jonathan was confused, why didn't he think of that! It would be perfect, they wouldn't launch an offensive against communists but would just follow their own interests and profit of instability. He already saw the Imperialonian flag wave on the Buddhistic temples of Bhikkustan.
Jonathan always had a weak for the Buddhist religion and the unknown east of the continent. He already saw the beautiful Buddhist department of Novanian as a reflection of the real Bhikkustani culture.

"It's perfect you're majesty, but how are we going to plan this?"

The Emperor put his tea down. He laughed.

"It's simple, we will "help" the brave monarchists to flee and join us securing the country of peace, stability and prosperity. But we do not push through but just keep it to the border province, that ensures our chance of success and we can establish our own buffer zone their, to make sure we do not border some kind of Communist Republic by the end of the week!"

---

Jonathan walked away, he and the Emperor had discussed for hours to make sure the plan couldn't fail. He would launch a statement in the parliament tomorrow. They decided the wouldn't declare war to the rebellion but to the old Federal Khanate for the reasons they believed "the Khan would do a greater job ruling by himself in order to keep stability, thus supporting the Khan, but not fight against any communists but only the state army, which would make them basically friends with the communists, though not supporting them but also not condemn them"

Jonathan smiled while he left the Royal Palace where is car was made ready and whispered: " 'We have a world to win...' as the proletarians always scream, they will soon realise they have more to lose than they think... their county to be exact!"

[Bhikkustan]

Outside Sepreskaya
Parsev Rebels
Free Republic of Komsolysk



Sergei stood up and looked out of his trench towards the Bhikkustani Lines. He raised his rifle and aimed at the hunched forms of the enemy soldiers. They were moving, making the shot tricky, but he knew he could hit them. They were not even attempting to hide their movements. Too easy. He finished aiming before squeezing the trigger. The gunshot rang out loud across the valley and the leading figure fell to the ground. His compatriots went to ground, looking desperately for their unseen assailant.

Sergei fired again, and this time he was not alone. His compatriots joined in and fired as well, their small arms and mortars raining down on the Bhikkustani soldiers. There was a negligible amount of return fire. Sergei smiled as his comrades fought. With Warriors like this the Parsev would regain their lands.

---

Outside Sepreskaya
Bhikkustani Federal Armed Forces
Free Republic of Komsolysk



Private Chogyal screamed as the enemy sniper opened fire. It was not that they were under fire, his training had had enough of that. It was the fact that the sniper's shot had hit lieutenant Farouk square in the eye, his head bursting in a shower of crimson gore. As the blood blossomed from the remnants of his head and splattered the rest of the patrol, Chogyal wondered why he had joined the army. He had been one of the many young Bhikkustanis who had joined up when war was declared on Vioraux. He had not been ready to be fighting against these rebels. He dropped to the ground, taking cover behind a dry bush. Mortar rounds exploded, filling the air with fire, blood and screaming like the fires of hell. What was my bad actions? Have I died and been reborn in a hell realm? he thought to himself, before cracking off three rounds at the enemy. He knew this was a battle that they could not win.

Suddenly he had an idea. Keeping as low to the ground as he could, Chogyal crawled across the ground towards the corpse of Lieutenant Farouk. He crawled on, ignoring the rounds kicking up dust and earth around him. He reached the body and reached into Farouk's pocket. He pulled out a comm-link.

"Help! Help! This is Tiger patrol! We are under fire from rebels! We need support!"

He hoped the message got through. He began a new message but it was cut short as a mortar round exploded above him. The fires washed over his body and he was set alight. As he screamed his final breath, he thought of the family he left behind. A piece of shrapnel struck him in the temple, and he departed this life.

---

Outside Sepreskaya
Bhikkustani Federal Air Force
Air above the Free Republic of Komsolysk



As soon as HQ heard the distress message they acted. A fighter wing of five LU-1 fighter aircraft was dispatched to the location. The commander of this was wing commander Jochi Karachi, a grizzled veteran with thirteen years of combat experience. He had participated in the attack on tamron and it was his third mission over Komsolysk. He surveyed the desertlike ground below, seeing smoke rising from a mountain gulley. He sent a message to his squadron.

"Target is three miles ahead, bearing 30 degrees from north. Prepare to engage."

The aircraft readied their armaments and descended lower until they were lower to the ground. They adopted an attack formation. Jochi smiled as he prepared to fire. Usually he felt some form of remorse for his foes, but these were traitors who had betrayed the Khanate.

"One kilometre to the target."

He recited a prayer softly. As a Herudi and member of the Herudi religion, he had less of an aversion to violence than the average Buddhist Bhikkustani. He prayed to Kharakora, the Kanaemonikaar god of the hunt.

"Five hundred metres"

He finalised his targeting on his weapons array. When he was satisfied, he issued a command.

"Fire now!"

He pressed down on the fire controls. The missiles flew out from their aircraft like killer bees, before finding their mark on the enemy. The entire mountain was engulfed in flame. The aircraft pulled up out of range of any response before radioing back to base.

"Mission accomplished, target destroyed."

[Great-Imperialonia]

Imperial Crown Regiment,
District of For,
Department of Frostonia,
Empire of Great-Imperialonia


"Land between the heaven and hell,
Land between the sea and sky,
Land between the mountains,
Long may your be!"

18:30- As the last scentences of the Royal Imperialonian Anthem slowly faded general Orthanc walked to the 77th regiment, which was ready to leave the base for the first border cross and enter into Bhikkustani territory.

"Commander Arnold, you know the plan right? Nothing can go wrong! Though we have a huge advantage over the Bhikkustani troops I want this to go flawless, so that we can show the opposition, and the rest of the world our United Imperial Forces are still unbeatable!"

Commander Arnold, with one foot already in the armed vehicle saluted.

"Without any trouble general! We will secure the border provinces in a mum!"

He stepped in his vehicle and the convoy started to move. On the only main department road which lead to Bhikkustan they came closer to the border any minute. About twenty-five tanks and some other armed vehicles followed him.

Commander Arnold summarised the plan again quickly. The 77th regiment would cross the border exactly 7 o'clock when the war delcaration would be signed by the Emperor. They would receive a call when he did, so that they could cross legitimately. They would secure the border area and report for extra military back up when they would push forward and defeat the 23th Bhikkustani regiment before midnight, while leaning on the air support.

---

Imperial Crown Regiment (77th),
Bhikkustani Border Patrol


19:00- "Commander Arnold this is minister Mees Grand of defence, the Emperor signed the act of war, you are clear to go!"

This was the moment where Arnold had been waiting for and with all their troops they drove straight towards the small custom. Though it had been clear for a few days the Imperialonian-Bhikkustani war delcaration would be a fact their border looked just the same as it always did, with a small black barrier and a few soldiers.

"Attention Bhikkustani people, on his imperial highness' decree the lands of Bhikkustan will be no more. From now on the Imperialonian flag waves at this point and this land belongs to our government. All hail our gracious Emperor!"

As soon as Arnold finished a few Imperialonian soldiers jumped off their trucks and told the Bhikkustani soliders to surrender. The soliders didn't even protest and just surrendered immediatly, they were taken by the Imperialonians to their trucks with their hands bounded.

Arnold smiled: "General Orthanc, Commander Arnold of the 77th Imperial Crown Regiment reports. Border has been secured, sent additonal troops please"

Arnold gave the sign and the whole regiment moved forward, to the east, where a sunset enlightned their path.

---

Royal Imperial Airforce 2nd command
A few miles past Alzakhar
The Federal Khanate of Bhikkustan

22:43- "Enemy troops at 5! Wait... Fire!!" As the orders sounded in the cockpit of the F-15's form the Royal Forrian Air Base of Great-Imperialonia.

The 77th regiment had pushed into Bhikkustani territory and slowly the Bhikkustani troops, located in the border province started their retreat: a prelude of victory.

The huge advantage they had against the Bhikkustani 23th regiment which fought so bravely, was the strong air support Imperialonia could offer, since there were no Bhikkustani planes around to help.

The country was completely black, there were a few lights of some farms, but the most light came from the bombs which gave the night a red glow, even though the sun had been gone for hours. The burning fires, the banging sound and the smoke could only mean one thing: war against the east had finnaly started!

[Bhikkustan]

East of Maijlong
Bhikkustan

The 39th infantry division marched east. They marched for jours in almost silence, the magnitude of what was currently happening hanging over them like a dark thundercloud. Many were humming mantras or silently praying. They all knew that this was likely to be their last time that they marched together.

After three hours straight they stopped, pitched tents, then began to dig fortifications. Private Yese Sajkia was among the front row, digging a deep ditch that would eventually be a trench, when she saw people on the horizon. People, and smoke. Lots of smoke.

"Commander!" She shouted, "Smoke on the horizon. What is it?"

Captain Sereng swore under his breath. He knew what that meant. The atta k had started, and the imperialonians were further forwards than had been previously expected. He radioed in to base, to clarify what to do. The response was simple. Hold until relieved. More troops were on their way.

Within an hour more troops arrived, five hundred more infantrymen fresh from training camp. Most of the soldiers here were rookies, conscripts recruited during the War of Patriotic Strength against Vioraux who had never seen real fighting. Tanks arrived as well, fifty T-72 tanks. Sereng knew that the situation was relatively hopeless. There was little to no chance that their outdated military would have any chance of fighting off the modern technology of the Great Imperialonian force. The soldiers dug in harder, making sure that their fortifications would be able to stand against the inevitable attack.

[Athara Magarat]

The National Assembly
New Libang, Athara Magarat

The forty-two Hangs and Hangmas of the National Assembly took their seats and looked into the papers in front of them, except for Hang Pramit Thapa Magar the Prime Minister who had called the secret meeting. It always was a secret meeting for them. The general public and even most politicians did not knew who the members of the National Assembly were or what they did. But everyone knew was that it was formed to balance the power of the Great Hang of Athara Magarat.

"The situation in Bhikkustan is not one we can ignore," Hang Bipan Tiwari, the Minister of Science and Technology, spoke the obvious. "They are our sworn allies since antiquity. We have many Athara Magaarti descents in Bhikkustan and their Khan is our nation's brother-in-law."

"But we have recently signed that peace treaty with Keomora. And it clearly says that we will not engage in any foreign conflicts nor do we have the resources for that." Hangma Sachita Karki, an officer in the now non-existent Athara Magarati Sea Squadron reminded everyone.

"Curse those bloody Keomorans!" Hang Dipesh Rana Magar, who was known usually for being a quiet man expressed his anger. "Curse that idiotic Great Hang we have! He is nothing more than a dictator acting however he wishes."

"Now, now." the Prime Minister tried to maintain order and silence. "We can't act against the Great Hang or least we be tried for treachery. I do believe that we have resources, Hangs and Hangmas. The Bhikkustani Gurkha Rifles. 10,000 men and women strong. If needed, they will escort the Khan and his family to Athara Magarat. If needed, we will also have to topple that new government for I have heard that they are trying to weaken the International Sangh Defense Pact."

"A clever plan, Prime Minster." Hang Anil Rana Magar, the Chief of Athara Magarati Intelligence (AMI) who went by the name of Majipa or demon, smiled. He was rarely ever present in those meetings as he was busy with work in foreign lands. "We have to make sure that no one knows about this."

"Yes, not even the Great Hang who everyone believes is the supreme ruler of Athara Magarat." the Prime Minister said with serious gaze at his fellow Hangs and Hangmas who seemed to approve of the decision.

Bhikkustan

A few days later

The men and women belonged to the Bhikkustani Gurkha Rifles, all citizens of Athara Magarat fighting for Bhikkustan and their Khan who was no longer in power. Unknown to their Bhikkustani officers and even their fellow Gurkhas, the 4th BGR Battalion 1st Company were plotting the escorting of the Khan and his family to Athara Magarat. A plan that was supposed to take place someday soon if not today.

As for now they waited, like their fellows in other battalions and companies, for orders from their Bhikkustani officers. The Bhikkustanis had not used the BGR till now but there were news that they were planning to send the BGR to the frontlines after receiving some suggestions from the National Assembly of Athara Magarat.

[To Quoc Duc]

President Dương Văn Ngô was awoken by an anxious looking aide, one of the Minister of Defense’s deputies, Mr. Ho Thi. The man bowed slightly to the President as he said ‘Mr. President, I am terribly sorry to wake you this way but your attention is desperately needed.’

Sighing, the President rose and stretched, throwing his legs over the side of the bed into the warm embrace of two waiting slippers. He rubbed his eyes and said, groggily, ‘It is fine, Mr. Ho. What is the matter?’

‘There is a tremendous amount, where would you like me to begin? The coup in Bhikkustan, or the Imperialonian declaration of war?’ Dương cursed. This was already shaping to be an exceptionally unpleasant day.

*

‘And so for these reasons, to defend our friends in the Khanate against these insurrectionist traitors and to defend their very sovereignty, I implore the Congress to authorize a declaration of war against Great Imperialonia and to authorize a massive response by our forces.’

The President’s speech was solid, relaying everything he knew of the current situation in their troubled allied state, the declared support by their own allies in the Buddhist Pact, and the need to uphold their sacred duty to their allies as the strongest military power in the Pact. After some discussion by Congress to which the President was not privy, having left the chamber, they voted almost unanimously to declare war on Great Imperialonia and to authorize forces to counter their invasion, as well as to suppress the insurrection.

The To Quoci Armed Forces had long prepared for such a conflict with the Empire, though this was mostly theoretical in nature. Little was in place to actually conduct such a war. Immediately after the declaration of war was announced, the Khanate and their allies were informed, as was Imperialonia by diplomatic cable.

To prepare the military itself for combat, reservists were called to their assembly stations. Temples, businesses and family homes were vacated as dutiful citizens gathered their uniforms, bid goodbye to loved ones and hurried to arrive at their designated armories. The roads towards each of these regionally located assembly areas were clogged as all manner of vehicles carrying soldiers moved singularly to their destinations. Within forty eight hours, the bulk of the reserves would be mobilized. It was hoped that by the end of the week the first brigades would be arriving in theater to begin to defend their allies, it was only hoped that they would be able to hold out that long.

To buy that time, under protection of the Air Force and Naval Air Wing, the two paratrooper brigades of the To Quoci Army were deployed to assist in blunting the Imperialonian advance. Further, several Marine brigades began loading onto Amphibious Assault Carriers, Landing Platform Docks, and transport ships to move to Bhikkustan. Protected by the To Quoci Navy, these were ready to defend against hostile naval action and ensure their safe arrival in theater whereupon they would be deployed as needed.

[Great-Imperialonia]

Gate of Khaalga
Military occupied Bhikkustan

"... and I hereby declare all Bhikkustani lands east of the Khaalga gate Imperialonian" and a huge applaus came from the soldiers standing in front of the former Bhikkustani city hall of Gate of Khaalga while the Imperialonian flag rose.

The Imperialonian troops had huge succes in their annexation and it was like the Bhikkustani army had nothing left to fight for. Village after village was invaded and now the first big city, always called "Gate of Khaalga" was taken.

Gate of Khaalga was the capital of the Khaalga province, though the city only had about 250.000 inhabitants, which was just as big as a district capital in Great-Imperialonia. With Gate of Khaalga invaded the first Bhikkustani province was completely invaded. The Imperialonian troops would now rally and reorganise before marching into the Maijlong region and towards the passes over the mountains which would lead to the lower lands.

"Great speech general!" Said Colonel Jay while walking up the stairs.

"Thanks Colonel, how did the people react after you secured the city, have you talked to some?"

"Nah not really, they all speak Mongolian... though they didn't react very negative. It seemed they didn't completely see us as enemies. And some of our soldiers which spoke Bhumalese could reason with an old man who said he liked the idea of being secured and stabilised by our army..."

"Hmm, sounds okay, by the way. I just received word from the ministry of defence. The 77th Imperial Crown Regiment will stay in this province to furtherly secure it. They will also start preparing the Bhikkustani airbases for Imperialonian F-15's, F-16's and JSF's. Oh and it seems like the Republic of To Quoc Duc just declared war on us..."

"I'm not sure how much they can do to prevent us from offence general... But I'll keep that in mind while we start the invasion of the Maijlong region..."

A solider came running towards the two officers talking. He saluted in front of them.

"General, colonel! We just received word from the Royal Forrian Air Base. The 2nd command airfleet is on their way. We can start the invasion tonight. We will be backed up by the Joint Strike Fighters which will start bombing the Bhikkustani regiments before we arrive!"

He saluted again and walked away to the rest of his battalion again.

"Well colonel, you just heared what you had to do. Prepare your troops for the invasion. You will attack before midnight!"


The Khaalga province

[Bhikkustan]

Bhikkustani Armed Forces
Outside Maijlong



The Bhikkustani Soldiers had slowly built up on the front lines. General Saikhan had determined that a defence outside Maijlong was needed, and was throwing most of their forces into the fray. Twenty thousand Bhikkustani soldiers and seven thousand Gurkhas were in place along a line of fortifications east of Maijlong, along with one hundred tanks. Another three thousand men and women were in reserve inside the rapidly evacuating city. The force was not particularly large, but they were all that could be deployed at the moment. Air support was in place over the battle line alongside SAM batteries in Maijlong, but Colonel Duri knew that they were still vulnerable from the air. The Bhikkustani army relied on a small amount of old LU-1 aircraft from New Aapelistan, which were rapidly being outdated. To make matters worse, Great Imperialonia had been at war with New Aapelistan recently, so their pilots would be at an advantage.

Still, the Bhikkustanis had to hold. Defeat here would mean that the eastern steppes would be open, and Imperialonian tanks would be able to utilise the open plains to make ground quickly. If they were to move north and unite with the Komsolian rebels, Bhikkustan would likely be defeated. The only hope that they had was to hold the line. Their morale was stronger than their opponents, and if they inflicted enough casualties they would hopefully be able to win. Barring that, a guerilla conflict would be the only possibility.

[Great-Imperialonia]

Maijlong battleground
Imperial Crown Regiment

"General! General" yelled Leutnant Hastings while entering the tent where the regiment leaders were settled. The sound of falling bombs could be heart frequently.

"Yes Leutnant, could you give us the new updates from the battleground please?"

"It's not going exactly according to plan, though we will probably manage to annihilate their air support by the end of the day, their ground forces are fighting harder than ever. We have huge trouble to push forward, despite they are not pushing us back either it will probably take a bit longer to invade the entire city."

The general thought by himself. The invasion of the Maijlong region had been successful and the Bhikkustani troops were pushed back as fast as in the Khaalga Province. But as soon as they reached the metropolis Maijlong the problems began.

The Bhikkustani troops defended their city with an almost suicidal moral, it was like this was their final breath. The General knew that if he could invade this city he could enter the mooumtian passes and march across the Savanne to completely secure their conquered land.

At the other hand he knew that, though the war had gone very well, there slowly became more drawback from the Imperialonian opposition. The Liberal-Democrats, the Christian Order and the LoFD has set up a front against the war and were very sceptical. If this siege was to cost too many lives they would gain even more support.

"Listen Leutnant, I want you withdraw our forces. Re-organise them and attack them once again. With two additional air regiments. Keep bombing them, but keep a corridor for the citizens, let them still flee the city."

"But General... by withdrawing we need to start the siege again..."

"Exactly, we were to easy on them... time to show some real Imperialonian power!"

[Keomora]

Salamandhi, Bhikkustan
The ship arrived at dawn. A large ship, the KES Salvation was stockpiled with weapons, and Captain Urwek knew the firepower that was available. Hundreds of rifles, with ammunition, grenades, medical supplies, and best of all Stinger surface to air missiles, anti-tank missiles, old T-82s, and Rooikat that were equipped with 105mm cannons. He didn't question his order of sending these weapons to Bhikkustan, the nation that attacked their ally Domanania. He saw patrol vessels approaching and sighed before preparing ordering the communication officer to prepare a channel.

[Bhikkustan]

Salamandhi, Bhikkustan
The ship arrived at dawn. A large ship, the KES Salvation was stockpiled with weapons, and Captain Urwek knew the firepower that was available. Hundreds of rifles, with ammunition, grenades, medical supplies, and best of all Stinger surface to air missiles, anti-tank missiles, old T-82s, and Rooikat that were equipped with 105mm cannons. He didn't question his order of sending these weapons to Bhikkustan, the nation that attacked their ally Domanania. He saw patrol vessels approaching and sighed before preparing ordering the communication officer to prepare a channel.

Samadhi Harbour
Bhikkustan

Petty officer Sanjay of the BNS Uzguntep was very confused. He had absolutely no idea what was happening with his nation. The revolution, which he privately supported, was suspected of having th upper hand but his commanding officer was a coup supporter. No one dared ask what was happening. He did not know who he was fighting for. He also was confused by the presence of a large Keomoran ship in Bhikkustani sovereign waters. Their two nations could not be considered allies by any stretch of the imagination. He got on the radio and called his captain to the deck. When captain Sumedho arrived the ship was very close. Three other missile ships had been called in, and they had their weapons trained on the Keomoran ship.

"This is Captain Sumedho, BNS Uzguntep. Stand down and state your purpose in our waters. I remind you, this is the sovereign waters of the Federal Khanate."

[Keomora]

Samadhi Harbour
Bhikkustan

Petty officer Sanjay of the BNS Uzguntep was very confused. He had absolutely no idea what was happening with his nation. The revolution, which he privately supported, was suspected of having th upper hand but his commanding officer was a coup supporter. No one dared ask what was happening. He did not know who he was fighting for. He also was confused by the presence of a large Keomoran ship in Bhikkustani sovereign waters. Their two nations could not be considered allies by any stretch of the imagination. He got on the radio and called his captain to the deck. When captain Sumedho arrived the ship was very close. Three other missile ships had been called in, and they had their weapons trained on the Keomoran ship.

"This is Captain Sumedho, BNS Uzguntep. Stand down and state your purpose in our waters. I remind you, this is the sovereign waters of the Federal Khanate."

"This is the KES Salvation and we recognize that these are your waters. We have GPS and a map. Now we are a cargo ship so we don't have big guns to fire at you. However we do have weapons that your country might use. I'm sure they would appreciate SA and Anti-tank missiles hm?" Captain Urwek responded.

[Bhikkustan]

Samadhi Harbour
Bhikkustan

Petty officer Sanjay of the BNS Uzguntep was very confused. He had absolutely no idea what was happening with his nation. The revolution, which he privately supported, was suspected of having th upper hand but his commanding officer was a coup supporter. No one dared ask what was happening. He did not know who he was fighting for. He also was confused by the presence of a large Keomoran ship in Bhikkustani sovereign waters. Their two nations could not be considered allies by any stretch of the imagination. He got on the radio and called his captain to the deck. When captain Sumedho arrived the ship was very close. Three other missile ships had been called in, and they had their weapons trained on the Keomoran ship.

"This is Captain Sumedho, BNS Uzguntep. Stand down and state your purpose in our waters. I remind you, this is the sovereign waters of the Federal Khanate."

"This is the KES Salvation and we recognize that these are your waters. We have GPS and a map. Now we are a cargo ship so we don't have big guns to fire at you. However we do have weapons that your country might use. I'm sure they would appreciate SA and Anti-tank missiles hm?" Captain Urwek responded.

Sumedho smiled.

"That would be highly appreciated. The war against the Imperialists is not in our favour. Thank you!"