A Clash of Kings(IC, Invite Only, Closed)

by **New Roma Republic** » Sun Apr 09, 2017 4:27 pm

Operating Headquarters “Troy”
New Islamabad Airport
Central Authority, UFC
1/28/2017 - 12:05, local time

“This is INAF-04 requesting landing. Over.” Legate Antoninus Plinius stood in the control tower looking over Central Authority, and toward the SCA. The second Greyhound AWACS was landing, with the first arriving three days before, and currently on patrol with two naval fighters in a Combat Air Patrol. These aircraft were transported over by the INS Lua, along with an escort. The battle group will stay near the mouth of the Koro River for a few more days before moving on in their patrol.

In the week since the orders went out, the VI Mechanized Infantry Legion, 98th Artillery Cohort, and half of the 50th Urban Infantry Cohort have arrived in ‘round the clock flights trying to get as much forces to the UFC as possible. The 76th Air Defense, 34th Helicopter, and 65th Utility Cohorts still had yet to be deployed, though most likely the 34th Cohort would be redirected to another assignment. Shipments of supplies for the UFC’s military had ceased for the time being.

In addition, the 5th Fighter Wing, 600th Air Base Detachment and 45th Recon Wing have all arrived, with the 65th fighter group scheduled to arrive later that day. In two days, the 98th Bomber Group was to arrive. As forces began to fall in place, Plinius began to feel somewhat safe. Until Cohortion Silvia Venus walked in with sheet of paper. She handed it to Plinius, who looked at it, folded it and walked into the stairwell. Venus followed. “Call the commanders together, put Troy on condition red. We’re going to war.”

A few minutes later
Plinius stood toward the front, with the briefing officer, an Opito, on the other side of the room, shuffling papers. An Evocatus was there to help. Around the table were Brigadier Legate Faustinus Albanus of the 5th fighter wing, Cohortion Duilius Lucanus of the 600th Air Base Detachment, Cohortion Marina Caelia of the 45th Recon Wing, Brigadier Legate Lucia Aquila of the VI Mechanized Infantry Legion, Cohortion Glaucia Agrippa of the 98th Artillery Cohort, and Cohortion Caelina Maxentius of the 50th Urban Infantry Cohort. Cohortion Venus and Agent Quintilianus sat in the back. Ambassador Lucretius was not in the room; he was in Fort Jahari with the UFC government.

Plinius spoke up “Ladies and gentlemen, as most of you are aware, twenty minutes ago, Anean forces fired rockets at the Alliance of Terror. This, of course, the end of the Anean’s ultimatum, and the beginning of war. Here is our plan.” Plinius stepped to the side as the projector started up, showing a map of New Islamabad. The Opito spoke “Here is the Anean District” – it lit up – “their nation’s military has been holed up here since the last civil war. At 1200 exactly, M270 launchers fired a barrage of rockets at the Alliance of Terror.”

"We currently have no reason to attack. I suggest we place our units on a heightened state of alert, and dedicate more forces to training the UFC military. Remember, our forces are here only in a defensive capacity. I don't want to get bogged down in a quagmire. Any questions?" Seeing none, Plinius closed the meeting.

by **Imperialisium** » Thu Jun 22, 2017 11:07 am

Overview

The SCA Declaration of War, was in response to the UFC and its foreign allies declaration of war, in effect the SCA was acting in self defense. Something that put it in a morally superior light globally for sure. After all, all the actions of the UFC and its allies would easily be seen as warmongering, belligerent, even illogical. Given that the extremist action, the bombing, was done without connection to the Separatist Government's knowledge or approval. Indeed, in the eyes of the Empire especially, it was plain and simple. The UFC and its Allies would use any method imaginable to win. Needless to say the SCA would not be caught with its pants down.

Indeed the call went out long before the UFC's Allies began their attacks. The call for mobilization and conscription. The surrender of local Separatist units to SCA commanders in the area. Along with the deployment of the Imperial Peacekeeping Forces (IPF). Which spread itself throughout the districts. It was neutral, technically speaking, but would provide protection to civilian areas. Alarmingly, the UFC and it's own allies seemed to care little for killing innocent civilians. Mothers and children. Clearly soldiers without honor. No matter. Upon the Emperor's own command the Kaiserliche Marine was deploying the 2nd Fleet to the area as well as increased Luftwaffe and Heer elements to assist in peacekeeping operations, and humanitarian protection. The declaration of a no-fly zone over SCA districts was also announced. Soon enough Imperial fighter patrols would be taking off from Port Koro to begin their enforcement of this.

As the approaching missiles rapidly approached, they would find themselves intercepted by not only SCA batteries, but also Imperial, since the attackers seemed utterly incapable of differentiating neutral or SCA forces apart. The sky was full of explosions as SCA and Luftwaffe Support Batteries fired off interception missiles, see it was not only weapons and vehicles that the Imperials had supplied. They had provided a more modern missile interception system in its time of trade with the Separatist Districts.

Port Koro

The sound of missiles firing off from friendly batteries punctuated the eerily silent base. The city of Port Koro itself was clamoring with civilians huddled in basements, cars, or anywhere for cover. Indeed the first blow fell on the Alliance of Terror's district. The Aneans had cowardly targeted civilians. Given experiences in the first war, the incoming Imperials had expected it. But Major Eherle could only look at the maps before him and scrutinize them. They would need to fight defensively until the UFC exhausted itself. That or a quick strike at Islamabad to try and get the UFC to consent to a white peace except for the obvious concessions on repairing destroyed Separatist infrastructure.

Alliance of Terror District

The Leopard 2 rumbled as it coasted down a hill. Soldiers in PUMA IFV's rode behind it between tanks and armored trucks. "Hey! Franz, what do you know of who we'll be killing?" shouted one of the gunners sitting in his little cupola aboard one of the panzers. Franz, the tank commander didn't look behind him. Still squinting through his binoculars. "Just that we kicked their asses last time back to Islamabad. Keep your eyes open kid. We're here to help people in this shithole." Franz checked his watch. The column was moving on time to deploy near the border. Which, it was nearing. Smoke in the distance could be seen of rocket strikes in neighboring villages. He knew some detachments would be sent there for relief efforts. The young man manning the gun shook his head and kept swiveling about for potential targets. He was eighteen years old.

by **The Central Shadow Nation** » Sun Jul 02, 2017 11:21 am

Stuff.

As quickly as Krossan peace keeping troops were leaving the UFC, they were coming back in, especially after the SCA's declaration of war against the UFC states and its foreign allies, which included them. All around Krossa troops were being mobilized with tanks and aircraft, artillery and naval units, and more. It infuriated the prime minister, with the SCA further more trying to delve deeper in UCF problems and attempt to cause more disorder. Krossa wouldn't tolerate this.

Bandicoot Battalion, T-90 "Bear Niner-Zero"

Fort Jahari

Bandicoot Battalion was barely a fraction of its true self, and Krossa hoped they wouldn't have to send more members of this armored battalion into the UFC. Nevertheless Krossa had to act now after the SCA declaration of war, and their first objective was to push south alongside some of the 6th. The 4th Artillery was setting up nearby aswell, with other Krossan armed assets covering the rest of the borders. The army was also backed up by air assets from the airport, however one of the last reconnaissance flights showed moderate to heavy anti-air units. If you couldn't take them out by air, you had to go through on the ground.

About a dozen T-90 tanks filled the streets of Fort Jahari, which was quieter than usual. It was going to get louder, besides the distant echoes of artillery and rocket fire. One of the T-90's was resting near a few members of the 6th, a BTR-80, and two Bumerang APC's.

Two crew members sat outside the T-90, watching the artillery smoke dissolve from the sky and the civilians of the UFC adjust to life in war. "I remember when we didn't have to worry about these Imperial asshats. One day they are giving terrorists better weapons, the next they are setting up missile systems and declaring war. You think this is as bad as it looks gunny?"The commander of the tank, Sergeant Aarnie Laane, asked the new gunner. The last one went on extended leave, and was replaced with a private who had came out of basic country a month ago. This was his fourth day with the crew. "You want the truth? Probably. Seems like they've been pissed at us for awhile,"The gunner, Aleksi Ketola took a sip of water and used his hand to fan himself.

Inside the tank was the driver, Lance Corporal Imo Reijona. Reijona was getting some rest in and reading a book. He had brief experience as a mechanic in a previous anti-terrorism operation set in the middle east. Reijona had been here for about a month, along with Aarnie. The two had been in a "firefight", however only a few shots were fired. Bandicoot and the 25th Vesistelij were the only ones to have seen combat in the last 5 years and be here, besides some of the Krossan air units.

Reijona was listening to radio chatter, ready to get moving. When the words were repeated for the Krossan military to here Reijona slipped to the front of the tank and started it. Laane and Ketola got in the tank aswell, with Aarnie sitting up with a pair of binoculars. The tank started moving, alongside the APC's. They had to move forward, because if they were forced to retreat Fort Jahari would be the first place for a counter attack. "Aarnie, are you supposed to be the one who gives the prayer?"Aleksi shouted from his spot in the tank. Aarnie looked down. "I have a sore throat today, gunny. Guess thats your job."

by **The Anean Tribes** » Tue Jul 18, 2017 8:23 am

New Islamabad Airport
Central Authority, UFC
1-30-17

"In fraternity united,
We shall crush the people's foe.
Let all paths by peace be lighted,
That no mother shall again
Mourn her son in woe,
Mourn her son in woe.[/i]"

As the Anean soldiers finished singing Arisen from the Ruinsthey saluted the flag draped caskets awaiting evac back to the Federal Union, fist to heart. They stood on the tarmac of the New Islamabad Airport. After a full minute salute Uzhvaraya dismissed those assembled. There was nothing more to be said for those already gone. As he walked toward the humvee that would take him on a short ride back to the main building making up the Central Authority, to the south he could hear the rumbles of gunfire and artillery shells.

The booms of mortars and the stutter of automatic fire sounded quieter here than at the Anean Base at Camp Vandal. At the beginning of hostilities he had ordered the Anean GHQ moved to the Central Authority in order to be closer to the other foreign powers to ease future cooperation. Fort Vandal had become the Anean Forward Operating Base in the defense of their district. Despite the AoT's weakened state, they were still capable of mounting something of a competent offensive. They were several kilometers into the Anean District.

As he got into the humvee a large boom rumbled in the distance. Was that one of our tanks going up? Uzhvaraya thought. Or maybe another one our artillery strikes? For days he had been wondering with each boom and rattle if that was the death call of another son or daughter of the the Union. Within a few minutes he was entering the plain looking Central Authority, he could hear the shaking vibration as the massive cargo plane taking the dead Aneans home flew overhead. Uzhvaraya had to admit that there had been a noticeable drop in the sounds of explosions in the distance the past three days making the sounds of such departures easier to hear...

As he entered the building he was intercepted by two aides who eagerly awaited him. Saluting, they both gave him vanilla folders filled with documents that screamed for Uzhvaraya's attention. The two aqides began to talk over each other in an attempt to give him a full run down of their reports as quickly as possible. He felt a moment of frustration.

"One at a time!" He said sharply. The one to his right, a small brown haired girl named Private Bedrikova nodded in acquiescence to the aide to Uzhvaraya's left the lanky Private Pyotr. Pyotr rattled off about accusations of war crimes on the part of the IPF against his State Security Forces in the area. Uzhvaraya couldn't help but laugh. If the IPF didn't want war crimes happening than they shouldn't have armed the Separatists, they shouldn't have allowed the people under their protection run amok, and they most certainly wouldn't have allowed this war to occur. Now they were worried about the safety of the civilians. "Hypocrites." He muttered to himself. At the conclusion of Pyotr's report Bedrikova began immediately. She was happy to report that their forces were in an optimal position as well a rundown of the most recent reconnaissance reports. By the conclusion of her report they were walking into the Anean War Room. What had once been a large conference room set aside for storage was now full of computers as well as the hum of printers and the mutterings of officers. At the center of the room was a card table with a large map spread on it showing the present combat situation, positions were being updated on it as reports came in.

The AoT Offensive had formed a teardrop shaped impression into the SSF lines, the fat end of the drop marking the furthest AoT advance. Uzhvaraya was impressed at how far the AoT had gotten into his lines, pre-war reports of the faction had said it was basically on its last legs, this offensive probably wasted the remnants of their supplies.

He smiled at this teardrop. all around it were red arrows pointing inward. It had been deliciously easy to tempt the AoT to push into the district. Now he'd trap them here. In 15 minutes he'd order the attack that would pinch off the tear drop at its thinnest point, surrounding the AoT Forces, at the same time, secondary forces would push into the belly of the drop. The combined pressure of these two forces would encircle and trap the AoT in a circle of Anean arms. Once the AoT was surrounded...

After a few more minutes of making sure that everything was as it should be, Consul-General Uzhvaraya gave the order to attack.

Southern Anean District
Several meters from the AoT lines
5 hours later

Private Igor Tsarnetsev lobbed a grenade over the concrete road barrier he was hiding behind. A few seconds later a sharp boom and the shriek of a wounded soldier greeted his ears. One down the young Anean thought. A thousand more to go. No longer under fire, Tsarnetsev took a moment to rest and think to himself. So far the Anean offensive was rolling up the AoT forces. Tsarnetsev had been in the secondary army group that was to cut off the AoT from the rest of the SCA. This had been achieved in a few short hours. The primary battle group that were to push the remnants of the AoT towards himself had a harder job, but were steadily forcing the cowards to retreat. Soon those cowards would be pushing against Anean guns on both sides, then-

Before Tsarnetsev could finish the thought, gunfire again erupted up around him.

"THEY'RE HERE" He heard someone shout off in the distance. The primary battle group had finally finished their job. The AoT was now pressing into Anean arms on all sides. They were trapped. If all was going to plan, the AoT were now trapped within a few small city blocks. An hour later a runner reported the same to Tsarnetsev's superior officer. The officer smiled. Any second now...

Within a few moments, the scream of jets filled the air. Igor Tsarnetsev looked up in time to see 4 Su-37s fly overhead. They had the Krossan roundel on them. Tsarnetsev and his compatriots all along the Anean lines let out a cheer. As the Korssan jets reached the small several blocks the AoT still controlled, they let out their payloads: Napalm. The city blocks erupted into a sea of flames as the jets made another run at their targets. More explosions erupted. Tsarnetsev could hear screams of a more human origin in the distance. The AoT had allowed themselves to be put into a furnace and the Aneans and Krossans had only been to happy to turn up the heat.

by **The United Remnants of America** » Wed Jul 19, 2017 6:01 pm

Commander Jafar al-Hamid

RATS Rangers District, UFC

1/31/2017 - 01:15

The last few days had been harrowing for Commander al-Hamid.

It had all started with a terrorist attack in the Anean district. Al-Hamid had honestly no idea who had committed the act. He didn't approve of it. While he hated the Loyalists in general, and the Anean dogs specifically, he wasn't crazy. An unprovoked attack had escalated what was a tense situation into full-out war. The Separatist Council had done nothing when the Anean government sent them an ultimatum. That was for two main reasons. The first was incredulity that the Anean government would associate them with a terrorist act, and the second was the impossibility of finding the culprits in any quick period of time.

Nevertheless, the Aneans had held their end of the promise, and Camp Erashi had suffered the wrath of Anean weapons. Al-Hamid had been at Camp Erashi when the attack happened, and had miraculously survived. However many of his lieutenants had not. Camp Erashi was badly damaged, and he had been forced to attempt to set up an alternate headquarters, but things had unraveled faster than he could fix it. Several low-level militia commanders throughout the Alliance had heard of the attack on Camp Erashi and had moved of their own accord towards the Anean district. It was a disorganized revenge strike the Alliance militia had been carrying out, and it only complicated matters as it appeared the Alliance of Terror was staging an invasion, even though al-Hamid had zero idea at the time it was happening.

Once he'd found out, though, there was little he could do. Al-Hamid had decided it was safest for him to flee the territory, especially as reports started to trickle back to him that the offensive was floundering and the Aneans were gaining strength. Reports were that within the next day or so, the Aneans would be moving into the Alliance of Terror district, but with the bulk of the militia taking part in the offensive into the Anean territory... If the offensive failed and the Aneans counterattacked, there'd be little resistance. Al-Hamid wasn't an emotional man, but he had wept when it had dawned on him that his district was going to fall before the week ended. All because some terrorists had decided to drag the Alliance into the war.

There were Emperian peacekeepers in the Alliance of Terror district, but he had no contact with them right now. Any calls he'd tried to make to Port Koro had been rebuffed. Empress Antionova was blaming al-Hamid for this whole mess. The bitch had never liked him, and the rest of the Separatists had always only tolerated his presence in their dealings, so they were probably disappointed to find out he hadn't been killed in the fighting. Without the SCA willing to move into the Alliance to provide any real support, the Alliance of Terror was doomed. The other Separatists probably thought that if they left al-Hamid and his brethren out to hang, the Loyalists would stop, but al-Hamid knew that wasn't the case. The Loyalists had tasted blood and they would be moving, now, especially with the foreign investors on each side helping to keep this conflict brewing.

Al-Hamid had been able to leave his district. He taken as many of his fighters that would come with him in a handful of trucks and fled Camp Erashi heading east. They'd been able to cross into the Rangers' district with little problem, but now they were in the middle of nowhere, parked off a sideroad and using phones to try and figure out where to go from there. They didn't know how many of their fighters still fought in the Anean territory or their home territory, but al-Hamid assumed at this point that the ten militia battalions he'd had command over had all taken heavy losses. Captain Arsohn was the only one who'd taken his calls, and that was only after he'd said he was already in Arsohn's district. The man had said he'd send a small unit of Rangers to go meet him in the morning.

Al-Hamid planned to meet with Arsohn and contact the other Separatist leaders. From there, he could plead his case. The Loyalists would not stop. They had to fight back now. The Separatists may have left his district to be crushed, but they would be next. He only hoped they'd listen to him and react properly.

If all went right, Commander Jafar al-Hamid would reclaim his district, and he could sit upon a throne of Anean bones.

by **Krossa** » Wed Jul 26, 2017 4:40 pm

1 day ago

After the Krossans advance towards Camp Pacifa there was an increase in security across Separatist territory. That made the KIG's plan to capture the leader of the Alliance of Terror, Jafar al-Hamid harder than originally thought. It was the KIG's fault for not reaching out to allied Anean forces and the Krossan military before hand, however the figures in charge of the UFC Krossan Intelligence Group stationed there were still confident they had something that they could still pull off.

After a meeting between both Group A (Non-field operating KIG in the UFC) and Group B (Field operatives of the KIG in the UFC) another plan was made. One of the people at the meeting suggested bribing some Rangers at Camp Lopez, and in the end that plan, even though it was risky, was the greatest means of successfully getting their hands on al-Hamid. They were to send three operatives across the border, unarmed and posing as, ironically, businessmen. The operatives were to leave at 7 in the morning.

Kaleksi Nekula,Eerikki Mäkelä, Rami Wirtanen
Camp Lopez

Getting through the borders was not as complicated as it was feared to be, however that ease came at the cost of weapons. The three field officers did some walking, trying to keep a low profile. They spotted several Rangers until they came across a group of four sitting on the back of a truck in the shade of a 'alley'(It wasn't much of a alley, however just something that could offer some escape from the beating sun emerging from the morning clouds. The three KIG officers looked around for any other members of the Separatist-loyal PMC group before Makela spoke to the other two. "Area seems relatively clear...Lets give it a shot."The 46 year old but still active field member paused as he glanced at some civilians. The other two nodded and made their way over to the truck.

"Excuse me,"Nekula asked the Rangers, purposely speaking with a Krossan accent. As two of the four Rangers grabbed firearms, a 9mm Berreta handgun and a M4a1 Carbine, the operators remained calm. Before one of the rangers could speak Wirtanen cut him off. "We have a deal for you. Money. Just you four can get out of here instantly with millions of dollars for any country you wish to travel to. Are you interested?" The rangers lowered their firearms to their side. The rangers exchanged glances before whispering to eachother briefly. One of them put their hand on the others shoulder and pushed himself off the vehicle, approaching the Krossan operatives.

The ranger narrowed his eyes, holding his M4 as he faced Wirtanen. "For what?" Wirtanen cleared his throat before answering. "Capture Jafar al-Hamid and get him to Fort Jahari or Krossan forces. Once you four get there you'll be offered the money I promised and a flight to the countries of which you desire."

The ranger walked back over the truck, talking with his other three colleagues. The four got of the truck and walked back over to the Krossans. The first stage of the plan was a success.

by **The United Remnants of America** » Thu Jul 27, 2017 3:22 pm

Commander Jafar al-Hamid

RATS Rangers District, UFC

1/31/2017 - 12:36

"I put out a notification to my people and a group picked up the contract to come get you. Are we good now, Jafar?"

"Fuck you, Gregory." Jafar al-Hamid ended the call and resisted the urge to scream. They'd been out here in the countryside for half a day waiting for for someone to come get them or give them some direction. He'd only just gotten a hold of Captain Arsohn, which wasn't useful. Arsohn had apparently turned his rescue into a contract for his mercenaries. Good to know being an equal member in the Separatist Council meant something to that bastard.

Jafar looked around. Only eight of his fighters had stuck around with two trucks. The others had grown impatient, so he'd sent them back to Camp Erashi to continue fighting. They would be able to do more good there than waiting here with him. Only one of the trucks that had he'd kept was a technical, armed with a machine gun in the bed, but nobody was manning it right now. Why would they? They were in Ranger territory, and in the middle of nowhere at that. They should be safe.

Ten minutes had passed when one of his fighters notified the group, "A truck incoming!" Jafar got out of the truck he was using to shield himself from the sun. They'd parked the trucks end-to-end and opened the doors on both of them to use them as sun shelters, which they took turns in hiding under while a couple took watch on the dirt road they were parked along. Jafar walked up to his man and looked at the approaching vehicle. It was a newer-model truck, much nicer than the old vehicles his fighters usually had. It wasn't armed, either.

Jafar thought out loud, "If those are the Rangers, they arrived more quickly than I'd thought."

The truck stopped roughly twenty meters away and the doors opened. Four men in jeans, tee shirts, and ballistic vests got out, each with rifles ready. Jafari's fighters reacted by getting out and rousing themselves. The fighters lacked the nice military equipment of the Rangers, but they made up for it in tenacity. The Rangers fought for money rather than ideology. They were only helping the SCA now because Arsohn thought the SCA would be more financially beneficial. The greed of the Rangers disgusted Jafar.

Three of the Rangers stood back by their truck while one walked ahead, his hair shaved and sunglasses shielding his eyes. Jafar walked out to meet the Ranger.

The lead Ranger wanted to hear the man say it himself. He could easily identify the one-armed Jafar, but just wanted to make a positive ID with admission from the guy. As for the other fighters near the trucks, well, they'd have to be disposed of. The lead Ranger had planned ahead for that one. While he talked with al-Hamid, his Rangers would hide behind their open truck doors and lower the windows to use as firing holes. When he gave the order, they'd open fire.

The Rangers who'd actually taken the contract to pick Jafar up and take him to Captain Arsohn shouldn't be here for another half-hour or so. The Krossans were paying a pretty penny for this guy's ass, and when Arsohn put the contract out to pick Jafar up, as well as offering his location, it was just too perfect and easy for them.

The one-armed man approached. He was wearing robes and wore a black beard, but other than the fact he was missing an arm, he was indistinguishable from the eight others by the old beat up trucks. One of the terrorist fighters was climbing into the rear truck's mounted machine gun. That could cause an issue...

"You Jafar al-Hamid?"

"Yes, I'm Commander al-Hamid. Your dog of a captain has kept me waiting here all morning!"

The Ranger smiled and Jafar thought it was empathy until the man raised his hand and closed his fist, which momentarily confused Jafar until he heard the first crack of a rifle shot.

"Ambush!"

In the second it took al-Hamid to realize these Rangers weren't friendly, a firefight broke out. Al-Hamid tried to draw his pistol, but the Ranger next to him grabbed his arm and elbowed him in the face, bloodying his nose and forcing him to drop his weapon. The Ranger pulled al-Hamid close and turned him around to use as a hostage against the fighters. Al-Hamid could already see one of his fighters on the ground, immobile, and as the Ranger slowly pulled him back towards the truck the traitors had arrived in, another fighter was hit and fell as they scrambled to use the trucks as cover.

The fighter in the machine gun of the read truck saw his leader being taken and quickly made a decision. A third fighter had just been killed. They were quickly losing their numbers against the better-trained Rangers. He couldn't allow Commander al-Hamid to be taken. The man fired on the Ranger's truck, pumping heavy rounds into the vehicle's engine block before shifting fire to the door on the driver's side, which only provided a little cover before the bullets punched through the metal and killed the Ranger behind it.

"Shift fire to the gun!" The lead Ranger yelled out as he drug al-Hamid back towards his truck, holding his rifle in one hand and firing off single rounds to help suppress the fighters.

A fourth fighter fell. The remaining three fighters realized this was a losing battle. The believed in their commander, but they were also cowards and weren't going to die to some traitor Rangers for him. They quickly loaded into the front truck and started it, gunning the gas and taking off from the fight. The fighter on the machine gun of the rear truck didn't notice his comrades had left him alone, so he still kept his fire up.

The remaining two Rangers fired on the machine gun, trying to kill the fighter on it, but the fighter returned the fire. Eventually, machine gun won the engagement, as the two Rangers had worse cover. Heavy machine gun rounds tore the passenger door of the Ranger truck to pieces and then tore the bodies of the two Rangers to pieces.

"Fuck this!" The lead Ranger threw al-Hamid to the side and quickly aimed his rifle to fire off a single round into the upper chest of the fighter on the machine gun. He adjusted and fired a second round into the man's chest to make sure he was down for good. The Ranger then looked around for al-Hamid and found the Alliance leader on the ground grabbing his pistol. al-Hamid rolled onto his back and aimed his pistol at the Ranger, but the Ranger was faster. He'd fired a burst into al-Hamid's chest before al-Hamid could get a shot off.

The leader of the Alliance of Terrorist collapsed on the ground, immediately dead, blood pooling on his chest. The Ranger leader couldn't hear anything other than a ringing in his ears and the dull throbbing of his heart as his adrenaline subsided. The only other thought he had was the realization that he'd just shot several million dollars away. A glance at his truck revealed that this engagement had been an utter loss of his truck and team as well. At least they weren't his friends.

"Well. Shit." The lead Ranger glanced around at the bodies and walked towards the Alliance of Terror technical. He'd commandeer it, since it wasn't as if the half-dozen dead bodies around it would protest. The Krossans were probably expecting him to show up with al-Hamid in tow, but they'd probably figure it out when he didn't show up. They'd really figure it out when the other Rangers showed up in a half-hour to find al-Hamid, a handful of his fighters, as well as three of their own. That would also leave the Rangers confused, but whatever, he was out, now. He'd find somewhere to duck this war out and hopefully survive to get paid another day.

As the Ranger drove away from the scene of the crime, he pondered what the dead of Commander Jafar al-Hamid would have on the war with those Anean shits. He then realized he didn't care and promptly moved on to thinking about a different subject, such as where he was going to go.

by **Krossa** » Fri Jul 28, 2017 2:26 pm

[spoiler=I'll shove a stilleto into your throat if you read this, URA] T-90 "Bear Niner-Zero"

The T-90 started up, pushing past. Citizens had, mostly, been removed from the area. It was a gamble, however when most of the nation comprised of one war torn city that was going to be torn once more there was only so much you could do. Sergeant Aarnie Laane knew this, and he was given the permission to fire back at the enemy, no matter where they were. Still, he was still a bit paranoid about the possibility of civilian casualties.

Laane pushed open the hatch and looked around. There was a BTR and two Bumerang APC's following it, along with a T-72 tank to its right. The streets were quiet, and it was eery. His thoughts were interrupted, and so was the 6th Infantry soldiers' on foot, as a IED blew up prematurely about 8 feet infront of the T-90. Aarnie ducked, slipping inside the interior of the tank. One of the men fell back behind the tank, wounded by a piece of metal thrown out from the IED. The shrapnel wounds were minor, and the soldier stayed aware of what was going on.

To be continued, because I can skip this

The Ocean
KNS Vindicator Orskisk
Task Force Harpy

The Vindicator Orskisk was Krossa's first modern carrier, first supercarrier, and first home built carrier. The Krossan navy formerly and still operates Kitty Hawk class carriers, and one of them, the KNS Kresim, was also in the task force. The task force's duty was to get the Imperialists out, and they were given permission to engage. After a week of debating it was decided to show the Imperialists force. They were to launch an attack on their fleet.

The Captain, or in this case rear admiral, of the Orskisk, Uti Obrovei, and his XO, Kirsti Eymoli, had organized the rest of the task force to get ready for the strike on the Imperian fleet over the week. The KNS Vindicator Orskisk and the KNS Kresim were tasked with using aircraft to bait and potentially damage the enemy fleet whilst the two submarines in the task force, the KNS Yrjänä (comparable to the Lada class submarine) and the KNS Ilari Aho (of the same class as the Yrjana) were to launch torpedoes from a close range and get out. The destroyers would provide anti-submarine, anti-air, and missile support. This was the same with the frigate and the four corvettes. Following this the Krossan fleet was to retreat from battle.

Eymoli approached her superior. "Captain, the JL-23's and the Su-34 Orca's are ready to be launched. The Kresim is ready to launch her aircraft aswell. The subs are still silent and ready to go from what I've seen."Eymoli served on the Kresim formerly, and was glad to be picked as the XO for the largest ship in the Krossan navy.

"Good. Are the AWACs up?" Obrovei was met with the nod of his XO's head. "Good, good. When the AWACs moves up have them contact the submarines. After that we start moving the hell out of here. Message the Isjas, tell them to stay behind with the Veli Toeverinen so provide some ASM and support for the submarines. Lets get in the air,"Obrovei cleared his throat. The captain gave the command for the aircraft to launch from the carrier, with Kresims doing the same.

VF-107 Snapdragons

12 JL-23K were in the air, the VF group from the Orskisk, which had joined as one this mission. There was an additional four Su-34 Orca in the air, armed to the tooth with anti-ship missiles. The JL-23K were equipped with Exocet missiles, however 6 of the 12 were bare besides canon rounds. Also joining VF-107 was two E-2 Hawkeyes, three 3 person JL-19 Electronic Warfare aircraft, and 9 S-3 Viking anti-submarine aircraft.

14 of the JL-23's fell back behind 6 of them, who went ahead of the other aircraft. They proceeded to enter the enemy fleets radius, spreading out to buzz the carriers. The Imperians didn't fire on them, seeing that these six weren't armed like the other 14 JL-23K. They managed to distract the Imperians for 30 seconds before getting the warning sign in the form of a dud anti-aircraft missile. At this point the rest of the airgroup came in, firing a collective amount of French-made anti-ship missiles at the fleet, primarily the carriers before turning swiftly and bugging out. Two Su-34's were shot down, one exploding in the air from a Imperian missile, killing the pilots instantly. Three of the JL-23's were destroyed whilst 2 suffered heavy damage. The KNS Kresim's 10 JL-23s joined up with VF-107, protecting their damaged and escorting the S-3s, which decided to forgo their ASM role and return to base with the rest of the aircraft. The two AWACs remained undamaged at the beginning of the fight. It was the Imperian's turn to strike back with a full swing. The aircraft couldn't stay to see the damage of the submarines or VF-107's anti-ship missile damage.

KNS Yrjana

The Yrjana class of submarines are mid-80s (originally) attack submarines, recently refitting them into Yrjana II "Mjolnir" submarines. They were designed to be the backbone of the Krossan submarine fleet, a task which they continue to fulfill to this day. The Yrjana's stopped being produced in 2010, making way for the larger Magni class submarine to fill its role. Despite this the Krossan navy intends on having the Yrjana serve into 2025.

Captain Reimo Errickson was wide awake, despite staying up in nearly the same place for the last 10 hours. Infront of him were two sailors, and to his right and across the hall were 8 more of sailors partaking in similar duties, each with chairs facing computer screens and always monitoring others. The ship was silent, with not alot of moving around. There was no need for that, because everyone was already in their stations. Some of them were just sitting there, waiting to turn their systems on. They wanted to be as silent as possible. The two submarines had advanced on the Imperian fleet slowly over the last few days, waiting for this very moment.

Reimo sighed, holding his laptop in his hands. Suddenly the submarine operator to his right turned around from his chair. "We got the signal! Get started!" As soon as the operator said this Reimo grabbed onto his microphone holding it up to his mouth and pressing a button. "Activate all systems and fire upon the Imperians! Get ready to flee!" With that he set the microphone down. Flashing lights began within the submarine. In several minutes the weapons were ready alongside all sonar systems. The submarine operators had quickly selected their means of locating the enemy, which was quite easy seeing how close they managed to get. They knew the enemy could hear them now, and with all the noise they made powering shit up that was quite obvious, however this didnt mean they were without a plan. Both subs fired several torpedos at the carriers before leaving. The Yrjana launched a decoy torpedo to help it and the Ilari to escape. It was up to luck now, and nothing more. [/spoiler]

by **Imperialisium** » Thu Aug 03, 2017 1:52 pm

Alliance of Terror District

The Emperians in the district was primarily facilitating the evacuation of civilians. They knew from the last war that the Loyalists choice of allies tended to be of the dishonorable category. Lacking discipline and honor the civilian population knew they had to leave when they could. Less they be subject to genocide, rape, and pillaging carried out by the Loyalists allies. The noble Emperians, who had ostensibly and selflessly moved in to assist in civilian evacuations now stood guard in towns and villages. Patrolled road ways and set up a series of checkpoints heading out of the district. Literal highways to survival and life where they would meet SCA units at the border.

The skies above would see the occasional silhouette of a Luftwaffe patrol. Enforcing the SCA wide no-fly zone for Loyalist planes. Any loyalist plane entering would see themselves fire upon. After all, the Emperians had justified all of their actions and the international community knew it. It was a small comfort to the men and women on the ground that they where the good guys in all this. Fighting to preserve allied lives and sovereignty that had been so hard fought in the prior war. But not only that. To prevent the most heinous of war crimes be committed on a civilian population.

Kaiserliche Marine

"Are the Krossans launching their attack?" said Admiral Maximilian von Lieuven an der Neutrselitz as he looked over the ensigns shoulder. "You say they are attacking?" questioned the ensign. "Educated guess. One does not position their naval assets in such a manner to say hello and exchange drinks. Do we have the latest reports from strategic command?"

"Yes sir." The ensign replied as he brought up the latest satellite photos. Showing the Krossan forces at the limits of Imperial AWAC radar range. One could count the planes and crew on the deck of their carrier the pictures came in so crisp.

"Admiral! Multiple radar signatures!" came a shout from another rating at a console nearby. "Jamming?"

"They are trying." The Imperial Navy used newer Quantum Radar based technology developed over the last few years. It detected jamming almost immediately and would begin random hopping of frequencies to counter this. The Krossan's unknowingly, and to their horror, would never realize that the Imperials knew of their coming before they even fired. So as they came in, fired their missiles, the Imperial navy forces where ready. Counter measures fired off, interception missiles launched, and a full squadron of Imperial strike craft dove from the sky onto the rear of the Krossan aircraft. Firing missiles and buzzing with their autocannons. All the while a second squadron was launching into the air.

"Torpedo launch detected!" The Admiral turned on his heal and shouted reports. Counter measures fired off. But one of the carriers off to the port side took a hit on their hull. Smoke trailed as its crew fought to contain the hull breach and seal off the damaged compartments. Then came the strike back.

The rest of the Imperial air wings attached to the Fleet had taken off and skirted the Krossan radar range. Coming in from the opposite direction. Coming in behind their fleet. Moving from high altitude the the missiles locked on at maximum range. Two anti-ship missiles per aircraft. approximately one hundred missiles in total. Moved forward beyond the speed of sound towards the Krossan fleet. The missile computer suites assisted by the Imperial satellite position system that had been tracking the entirety of the conflict since it began.

"What of the subs?" questioned a rating as the Admiral looked out at the smoke trailing from one of his carriers. First blood to the Krossans it seemed. "We will not chase them down. Our submarines are still en route. But soon we will have a full Wolfpack prowling their fleet like a pack of wolves chasing after a deer."

Port Koro

The Imperial No fly zone had closed the skies to the Loyalist and their allies. Wave after wave of transport craft had landed and left Port Koro in the intervening days. Bringing the Imperial units in the region up to full strength as they moved to support SCA units at their respective positions. The Loyalists Allies had warmongered long enough. They would see Imperial might.

by **New Roma Republic** » Thu Aug 17, 2017 6:34 pm

Operating Headquarters “Troy”
New Islamabad Airport
Central Authority, UFC
2/1/2017 - 12:05, local time

With a large force built up on Central Authority, the New Roman forces have only been focusing on defense and training the now better equipped Central Army. Most of the equipment has already arrived, and handed over to the CA. The focus now was keeping the government in Central Authority safe from any hostile forces that may come from the SCA.

The Naval assets were no longer around; they have continued their patrol route after dropping off the AWACS some days ago. There were regular patrols by planes over CA territory and the area north of it, never making it into SCA territory, except for some fighter jockeys who enjoyed playing cat and mouse with SCA patrols. But even that was small crossing, usually only flying on the boarder.

The New Roman’s primary mission was nearly up. They had equipped the Central Army with equipment equal to, if not better than the Emperian made equipment of the SCA. Nevertheless, their mission was not yet over. Central Authority had promised Uranium, and the New Roman will collect. The problem, however, was that it was in the Alliance of Terror territory, currently a hot warzone.

Despite that, a team of 10 geologist were flown in from various universities around the Imperial Republic. When the plane landed (after flying out of its way to avoid SCA airspace and missiles), the 10 men and woman were met by Plinius. “Welcome to Hell, Lady and Gentlemen. You have entered a warzone; please follow me, and we’ll get you set up and briefed, to make sure you all stay safe.” and alive he didn’t add.

The group walked into a building where a briefing officer went over dos and don’ts, and taught them about the safety equipment they would be wearing. After the briefing, Kevlar equipment was handed out to the geologists. Before they left Plinus added “Also, get comfortable. Don’t expect to get to the mining sites anytime soon; they’re blasting the Hell out of each other. Any more, and we won’t need to dig!” There were nervous chuckles as they men and woman left for their tents.

Fort Jahari, Central Authority, UFC
2/1/2017 – 12:55, Local Time

Publius Lucretius walked through the building that housed the true government of New Islamabad with a guard detail in loose circle around him. He was assigned a guard detail after the shooting started in case someone decided that the New Roman Ambassador made a good target. He hoped to talk to President Scott or Captain Kherry about the situation and their agreement. It would not go over well in New Rome if they were not paid for their help. He approached the person at the front desk and said “Good afternoon. I wish to speak with either President Scott or Captain Kherry, please.”

by **The United Remnants of America** » Mon Sep 04, 2017 2:48 am

President Ibrahim Scott

Fort Jahari District, UFC

2/1/2017 - 1:00

Ibrahim Scott, Lars Kherry, as well as several other local unit commanders stood around the council table intended for the UFC leaders. For today's meeting, they'd turned it into an ad-hoc command post to deal with the situation that started in the south, mainly with the Alliance of Terror, over the past several days. While the other leaders allied with Scott had retreated to their own districts to watch over the situations from their home headquarters, Scott had been here in Fort Jahari, making sure the situation didn't deteriorate any further than it already obviously had. Some things were out of his control. There were preliminary reports that a Krossan and Emperian fleet had clashed somewhere at the outlet of the Koro River, which meant the conflict was escalating and spilling outside of itself. Scott knew that the result of that only meant more of his people would be hurt or killed.

"Scott, sir, there's a... Publius Lucretius here for you." Scott looked up to see a younger aide at the door.

Scott waved the young man away, "Why are you telling me? Bring him here already! Ambassador Lucretius should be given priority from now on, understood?" The aide gave an affirmative and hurried off to get the Roman ambassador. When the ambassador arrived, Scott turned to greet him, "Ambassador. Good to have you here today, despite the interesting events so far..." He let the sentence trail off.

His uniform was dusty, as if he'd been outside recently, and his hair, normally a longer sandy brown color, was covered with a military patrol cap that looked as if it was smeared in grease and oil. Had he walked out and joined the ranks of Fort Jahari's security battalions, he'd have been indistinguishable from the other troops, and unrecognizable as the leader of the fractured country. Kherry soundlessly materialized at Scott's side. The unit commanders, mainly captains and lieutenants that led battalions and companies for the Central Authority Militia and United Front Military, stopped speaking and stood, waiting for their president to resume the meeting. On the table in front of them all, a tattered field map rested with taped-down markers indicating unit positions, both friendly and hostile.

The Alliance of Terror's district was coated in markers.

by **New Roma Republic** » Tue Sep 05, 2017 10:19 am

Fort Jahari, Central Authority, UFC
2/1/2017 – 13:01 Local Time
“President Scott! It is good to see you. I trust that the arming and training of your soldiers goes well?” Lucretius said as he walked over and extended his hand. His two guards followed him in, and one took post near the door, while the other stayed at his side. “It is honestly terrible what a single terror attack can start. This pointless loss of life is truly sickening. But, Mr. President, should any SCA forces or allies attack this capital, you shall have then entire might of the Imperial Republican Armed Forces at your back!”

“But this is not why I have come here. I am not sure if you know, but a team of New Roman Geologists have recently landed, and are in a holding pattern until the AoT territory is open from, well,” he gestured to the map, “that. I realize this is not the best time to bring this up, but Plinus has been on me about getting our geologist down there. Is there an estimate on when it may be safe to begin surveying? Is there anything the New Roman forces can do to secure the area?”

by **The United Remnants of America** » Tue Sep 05, 2017 4:31 pm

President Ibrahim Scott

Fort Jahari District, UFC

2/1/2017 - 13:02

"The arming does go well, but I only wish the training could go faster, Ambassador," Scott took Lucretius' hand and gave it a firm shake. "Most of the newer equipment is slowly spreading through the ranks of the military, but the Central Authority's militia is second in line for new equipment. The slowest training, obviously, is the first class helicopter pilots. I'm still thankful to have the New Roman, as well as the Krossan and Anean, military at our side. This war was inevitable, despite how much I didn't want it to happen..."

Scott was immediately reminded of why the Romans were helping them in the first place. Valuable promises of mining. "Well, Ambassador. The Alliance of Terror has mostly been broken. Their headquarters was devastated by the Aneans, and they're currently engaging what militias haven't broken. If the rest of their soldiers finally break, I think the territory will unravel in the next few days. The real issue is the Emperians have taken the attack personally. They have tanks rolling through the area supported by aircraft. I know the Krossans used their naval forces to engage an Emperian naval force on the ocean, but that hasn't done much to draw the Emperians away from us here so far. I couldn't ask your people to get into harm's way, so I only hope that the Emperians and Aneans back away from the precipice of war. If they do that, then the territory will be open for a time. It will take al-Hamid quite a while to rebuild his territory, if he's even survived the assault. If he hasn't... I don't see the territory recovering."

by **Krossa** » Fri Sep 08, 2017 6:58 pm

KNS Vindicator Orskisk
Task Force Harpy

"Shit."

Rear Admiral Obrovei glanced at the XO. He grunted as if he found something humorous, but that was obviously not the case. The admiral clenched his fists and inhaled deeply. The Krossans had handed the Imperians the shovel, and it appeared that they were digging the grave. Lets make it there own grave,Obrovei thought as he narrowed his eyes on a mass of smoke in the horizon. One of the corvettes had been hit multiple times by the anti-ship missiles. It was unclear on the physical state of the Napykympii, and it would probably sink. There was no getting that ship back.

Obrovei looked at Eymoli. "We'll have to leave the ship..."Obrovei left his mouth open as if he was too speak again. Nothing. That was exactly what they could do to help the Napykympii and its crew. Nothing. Obrovei slammed his fist down onto the cabinet infront of him, furious. There were other ships among the crippled. The Tuire Annala had nearly suffered the same fate as the -Krossan corvette, however it was larger and had more defenses. The missiles were mostly neutralized, however one had hit below the destroyers waterline and began flooding.

The Pyry Makitalo and its sister ships, the Napykympii and the Putraluuvi, had done their job mostly well(excusing the middle, which was now nothing more than a ball of smoke). They'd assisted in destroying quite a handful of enemy missiles, and even several of the aircraft that had deployed them. Both of the remaining ships were carrying a bit of anti-submarine equipment and mines to stall the enemy Imperian chase. The VF and VFA squadrons and done whatever they could to halt the oncoming missiles aswell, which in turn led to them suffering a hefty amount of losses.

The KNS Kresim had suffered two explosions, one in the side of the hull and another on deck. It began to tip, however kept up with the other non-crippled members of Harpy. The radio chatter was frantic with gargled calls consumed by static.

Calls from the ships echoed throughout the Task Force, and the pilots of the Kresim tried to land on the deck with no results. The rear admiral had ordered several aircraft to fly into a Krossan airbase from a previous peacekeeping operation in a slightly larger middle eastern country*. The air strip was small, but large enough to support the fighter jets. Whether the Krossan jets had enough fuel was another question. The two destroyers let out the remaining missiles that they had at the Imperians to cover the rest of the fleet.

*=An Ausozeran country. Aegypt or some other !notmiddleeast country.

Krossan Field Intelligence Center
20 feet underground
Fort Jahari

Kaleksi Nekula, Eerikki Makela, and Rami Wirtanen sat in the Krossan bunker with 10 other KIG representatives alongside one of the commanding officers of the Vesistelij. The lights dangled from the cracked ceiling eerily, emitting a feint buzz aswell. The director of the KIG Field Forces, Erik Borsekon, a late 30 year old man with a large, darkened brown beard and a hardy face, scooted forward some documents and smiled. The 6'4 man was ex-special forces, formerly being a Army Iirkenteiv up until about 5 years ago. His change from the Army to the KIG was more of a career and family decision then anything. To the left of him was the Vesistelij commander and to the right of him was Asa Voilingird, who was second-in-command to the field agents stationed here in the UFC.

"News came out about the death of Jafar al-Hamid about 6 hours ago. The mission was a success, despite the confirmed loss of three 'hired' Rangers and the missing status of the other one. This along with advances from the Aneans has been detrimental to the AoT. The success of this operation may cause even more diving amongst Separatist forces. They weren't exactly friendly towards al-Hamid, and its hoped the Separatists will question the Rangers alignment as a whole." Borsekson nodded and looked over at Voilingird. "Anean forces, and ours for that matter, have pushed through the Alliance of Terrors district over the past month. With al-Hamid dead we will be launching an armored attack down remaining AoT territory." Borsekson cleared his throat and narrowed his eyes on his laptop. He let out a 'hmm'.

"Our next step here is diplomatic. The Brotherhood of Steel is a technologically advanced group that has a population of roughly more than 900,000 people. Their deal here is that they don't want us to know their technology, and they don't like our own Argent Brotherhood. Still, even if they are likely neutral right now we can not have them on the side of the Separatists for various reasons, some obvious and some not. Field agents at the table,"Borsekson stopped to inhale deeply. "You will be sent down to the Brotherhood of Steel with documents from Krossa and the Central Authorities. Talk loosely around them and offer them what they want, and don't overcomplicate this. If we are to win this war we will do whatever we can." Borsekson scooted his chair back. "Dismissed. Briefing for the field agents begins in four hours. Expect to be out any time after that." Borsekson nodded.

Hopefully the Brotherhood of Steel would believe Krossa. They didn't give a shit about their technology, only their territory.

5 hours later

Briefing had only taken a few minutes. The three field agents involved in the assassination of al-Hamid were given a small file of several documents written by Krossan diplomats, most of them terms that were claiming that Krossa only wanted the Brotherhood of Steel to leave the separatist armies before they used it to strike Port Koro.

The three field agents were loaded into a security car and escorted past the airfield and into the rather busy streets of Port Koro. The van was unarmed and so were those in it, excluding one of the rather ominous KIG 'police' holding a PP Bizon. Eventually the black SUV came to a stop next to the border. It caught the attraction of one of the Steel border guards protecting the entrance checkpoint to Camp Citadel. The three agents, Kaleksi Nekula, Eerikki Makela, and Rami Wirtanen began walking slowly in a line towards the checkpoint.

The SUV exited the area and the agents were met with large figures in rugged but futuristic looking power armor. The field agent at the front of the line was told yy the figure at the front a code of 12 numbers. Makela, who was at the front of the line, could detect hostility in that rather simple message. He cleared his throat and responded with 9 numbers and two letters. After confirming who's who the figure in the power armor stepped back. The Krossans were scanned for objects and examined for any listening or tracking devices. Finally one of the figures in power armor spoke. "You are late. The armored vehicle is for you. Hurry up,"The field agents began to board the heavily armored vehicle. The two figures in power armor didn't let their eyes off the field agents for a second.

Once all three agents were inside the guards boarded the vehicle. The back shut and several lights dangled from the vehicles ceiling for lightning. There was no windows, leaving the three agents oblivious to the outside world. The vehicle let out a cough and a grumble before the sound of the engines blended with the patter of the tracks moving across the terrain.

A Clash of Kings(IC, Invite Only, Closed)

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