Kin of the Crown: The Rezuan Civil War (Sunalaya Only)

[The Shady Looking Vukmiri Delegates]

The setting sun would once again be evermore illuminated by the flames of Berylar, granting a chaotic and hellish luminescence to the horizon as gunshots, explosions, sirens, and screams ring out. The roaring of simultaneous jet engines would grow louder and louder as they approach Berylar once more for the third time and hopefully last, aiming for their last target of the University.

Theme: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=NO7kkfDHjzQ
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Oracle, the Queen of the skies would be he added for Berylar, flying comfortable due to the scrambled AA positions and lack of air power, little did they know that 6 planes were headed their way, the fifth generation of stealth planes and advanced technology, the Kestrel. "Oracle two to Oracle one" a woman said, her voice a thick Espanian accent native to Vukmire. "Are you sure it's safe to be flying like this? We've never done this in over five years." She says, her voice laced for concern, primarily for her superior captain. "Easy two." The familiar male voice from the first mission comes back, charming and easygoing as always. "We haven't fired a missile at a single hostile in weeks, even if there were bogeys here they certainly wouldn't be a threat to us, we'd shoot them down with ease."

Soon the twelve planes would be over Berylar the intense smoke shrouding the ground from identification and air strikes. "break posistion and find the University, be sure to stick with your wingman and scout the ground." Oracle twelve says, his plane being the main attack plane to deliver the final blow against the University. Soon the kestrel would approach, soon being in range to fire.

[Dormill and Stiura]

1st Armored Brigade, 2nd Whalstedt Armored Division and 1st Infantry Brigade, 1st Bouglon Infantry Division of the Dormill-Stiuraian First Army
Outskirts of the City of Juliana, 10 Miles from Fort Julina

The hum of the tank Brigadier General Monet occupied was just about the only thing keeping him up this night. He had gotten approval from higher ups to take his Armored Brigade and the 1st Brigade of the Bouglon Infantry Division to secure Fort Juliana and get into contact with possible imperial forces within. He had just finished making a canteen's worth of coffee from his rations when his radio crackled to life, forward elements probably.

He turned on the receiver to a spine-chilling message "Sir! We've encountered the fort! Contants all over the place and there's no way of telling who's who!"

"Brigades. New mission, enter the city and secure us a foothold. Get a recon team to the fort and try to get help from Imperial forces within, if it is imperials within." he issued, putting down his coffee and securing himself in the tank which began to pick up speed. Pray, Monet. Pray that Imperial forces are nearby and they are willing to help us. he quickly prayed.

Tracers and fire made the battlefield easy to see, but it didn't help the Dormill-Stiuraian infantry on the ground identify who they were supposed to shoot and who not. Several sergeants gave the order to deploy flare rounds from their Self-propelled mortar trucks and make things easier for the coming fight, but they were superseded by higher officers who thought it was unwise to reveal the incoming Dormill-Stiuraian forces until more armor got in position to flank any other possible enemy armor. In the meantime, a recon fire team was well on their way to the fort in the hope they would find friendly imperial forces within to confirm the commitment of the United Republics in the restoration of Empress Ymira and to get reinforcements to the battle below.

The Recon Team came to the southern end of the fort to a lot of gunfire and yelling. Imperial and Tsaress-aligned forces were dying all over and until one can be identified from the other the Dormill-Stiuraians could do nothing to help the right people.

That being said, everyone in the squad were glad that a Rezuan national were among them to both translate and hopefully identify the right enemies from the other.

"I think I know who the imperials are" he began, "They're the ones inside the fort."

"In rebel controlled land? Are you sure?" another Dormill-Stiuraian asked.

"If it was the other way around, sir. We'd already be attacking this fort with a larger force." the Rezuan national replied.

"You speak Revon, son?"

"Yessir, eastern or western dialect?"

"Whichever one allows us to not be shot by the Imperials inside, soldier now get ready to repeat what I say to the defenders."

After a few moments, they opened fire on the few rebels in their immediate sight and inched ever closer to the opened entrance to the fort hoping that they've done the right thing.

"Drop your weapons!" came screeching from within, the heavy accent was hard to discern but it wasn't impossible to be translated.

"Sir, should we?"

"We'd better, don't want to get shot by my allies." the Dormill-Stiuraian replied in French, "Just remember what I told you and we should be fine."

The Rezuan national quickly nodded and the entire team slowly put down their weapons as flashlights beamed in their direction.

"We are soldiers of the United Republics of Dormill and Stiura. We fight for Empress Ymira." he spoke, slowly and with as much power as he can so those inside could hear over the fighting outside.

[Calva]

[size=100]Outskirts of Fort Juliana

Sköld Ducks back down after the tank shell fly's by and comando craws back to the rest of the diggers who are still dug in in there places.
"Get the Javelins ready" He yells to two sets of diggers who take out two anti tank javelins that were dropped in the supply drop that was dropped with them.
The first crew line up the sights of their javelin and wait for a solid whine to come from the guidance system then fire the missile shoots out the javelin and in to the air before falling back down to earth again on to its target, The second crew repeat the same process but the Javelin fires a dud and they have to scramble to safety as the missile nose dives in to the earth near by and detonates,

[Rezua]

Berylar

The rogue fighters were now in range. The imperial fighters dove down at top speed from the clouds. Paladin-1 opened fire with two missiles at one of the lead oracle fighters. The other paladins each fired two missiles at oracle planes in the rear. The paladins were outnumbered 2:1 but maybe they'd managed to hit one of their foes. Paladin-3 dove right, hoping to draw the enemies over the anti-air weapons below. Paladin-6 and Paladin-2 dove down and fired flares as incoming missiles nearly hit them. They wove up between the oracle members, firing two more missiles at one plane.

Paladin-1, Paladin-4, and Paladin-5 tried to confuse the enemy by flying in and out of their formation as fast as they could and still stay in control. Paladin-5 had to fire two flares to avoid being shot down. However, once she closed in on an enemy fighter, she relied on her Kestral's gun to try and hit one of the oracles. While the battle at first had seemed to be going for the Paladins, suddenly, Paladin-2's plane exploded above Paladin 6. Paladin-1 cursed over the radio "These aren't mere mercenaries. Stay in tight, these aces! Use your guns. Don't let them use their missiles!"

Juliana Main Gate

Terrel stepped into the light of the flashlights, left arm holding a raised pistol. "And who the hell are you people" the one-armed man demanded. After hearing their answer he replied "How do I know you're telling the truth. How do I know you aren't rebel spies trying to get into our defenses and destroy us from the inside out? Get in here, no sudden movements." Terrel lead the men into the fort, holding his pistol up.

He took them into a reinforced shed were Fremont was. Terrel called out to the police chief "Found these guys poking around outside. They claim to be from the Republics, here to help the empress." Fremont turned to face them and studied their expressions. After a moment he said "Got anything to back up your claim?"

Above the Tsarist's Lines

Penrod was sure of two things. One, Princess Christina, hero of the Commonwealth, flew with the skill of a swan but the madness of a Valkyrie. Second, he was going to need to change his underwear after he'd pissed himself. Highs and the blonde woman's flying were absolutely terrifying. And the whole time the princess was either wooing, cheering, or laughing.

It took all he had in him to keep firing. Thankfully, more air units had come. They had gone down to rearm several times, gunships mowing the enemy down while they did so. Every now and then, a fighter or two added into the carnage. Yet, the imperial jets were few and far between.

As Christina and Penrod turned to continue fire on some tanks, when a enemy gunship opened fire at them. The sound of bullets hitting their helicopter, like rain hitting metal, made Penrod scream. The princess merely dove down to the left. And then a tsarist jet appeared in front of them. Christina shouted "Shoot him!" Penrod did his best to try and hit the enemy fighter but couldn't hit them. A missile fired from the enemy. The princess had only seconds to react. She climbed up and wove over the enemy gunship, luring the missile into the helicopter below. Christina spun her helicopter around, lining Penrod up for a perfect shot with a missile. And he took it. The enemy pilot had be caught off guard and the missile struck his plane just as he fired his flares. Penrod felt his stomach unsettle as Christina pitched him into another game of tag with death.

Outskirts of Juliana

Another tank exploded by Jost's position. The Rezuan looked at a group of Calvan soldiers and saw them narrowly avoid being blown up by a dud. Jost was thankful for the missiles, but he wished that they were a bit more reliable. And he wished someone had take out the men in the upper buildings. Right now, Jost had no way of getting to the buildings. He ducked out of cover to fire off a few rounds and called Nieyer on the radio "Hey, I'm pinned, but I've got our guys coming my way. Can you handle those assholes in that brick tower? I'll have Schneider take out that other building"

"Say no more sir. Make sure you keep them from following us up there."

Nieyer finished talking to Jost and looked up at the brick tower looming before him. It was five stories tall, impressive for the era it had been build in. "Son of a bitch" Nieyer muttered as he waved over Henders. The other man had a thick brown beard and even thicker biceps. He held his light machine gun as if it were weightless. Though he had a stern look, Henders was the teddy bear of the group, a muscular but friendly giant. Right now, however, he looked like a bear about to charge. "Henders!" Nieyer shouted over the gunfire "We're going to take that building!" Henders ducked lower as bullets bounced off his cover. The big man swung his gun over the barricade and sprayed in the general direction of the previous attacker.

Using this opportunity, Nieyer and seven men followed him as he made a mad dash for the brick building. Henders followed them jogging backwards, gun blazing. The door to the building was barricaded and unable to be opened. A woman that had come with Nieyer shuttered as a bullet ripped into her sternum. Nieyer and his squad were in the open. Thinking fast, Nieyer pulled the pin on his four grenades and threw them at the door. The others scattered just as the door splinted open. It was barely wide enough for one person but the squad quickly piled in. Nieyer went in last, and got a long splinter in his arm. At first he had thought he'd been shot, but breathed in relief when he saw it was only a splinter. Albeit, a splinter that was a few inches long. It was only the tooth of Death's failed attempt to claim him. If he'd been slowed by that splinter, Nieyer knew he might have been shot.

The others had already charged upstairs and Nieyer soon followed. On the third floor, a group of rebels had set up a machine gun nest facing the stairs. As the first imperial rounded the corner, they opened fire. The imperial's brains were scattered onto the man behind him, who in turn was also ripped to pieces. The others dropped to the ground. However, the gunners were able to wound one more man in the arm. "Jesus Christ!" the wounded man screamed. His arm bleed quickly but it wasn't bad. He could still shoot.

The rebels had stopped shooting but were waiting to shoot the next imperial. Nieyer crawled forward and grabbed hold of the man who's head had been opened like a can. "Sorry soldier." he whispered as he shoved the body forward with all his might. The body flipped forward and received a storm of lead. In that second, Nieyer peeked out from the corner and put a round in the gunner's head. Before the next man could grab the machine gun's trigger, Henders rushed forward and sprayed so many holes into the rebel that the body fell apart. Henders breathed deeply, knuckles white, teeth grit in rage, eyes alerted by danger. The squad took a moment to move their fallen comrades away from the stairs and continued up.

One imperial threw a grenade into the entryway of the fourth floor, luckily, it was empty. As they reached the top floor, Nieyer began to wonder were all the citizens were. And then, he had his answer. The imperials walked up the stairs and found the rebels holding a group of civilians hostage. One man fired a machine gun, two others switched between grenade launchers and assault rifles. Another wield a sniper. The final one watched the civilians.

Nieyer and his men got into cover as he shouted "Hands in the air rebel scum!" The tsarists turned and grabbed the civilians and held pistols to their heads. One rebel held a little girl by the back of her neck. Three men focused on the battle below. "Lower the gun Western whores!" a rebel ordered. No one lowered there gun. The rebels squeezed on the necks of the hostages. Nieyer began to lower his rifle. And then the shit hit the fan. The little girl bit the hand of the man holding her her. The rebel growled and hurled her into the imperials. He fired three shots into her back and then aimed for a soldier. Nieyer's rage exploded and charged the rebels, shooting the child's killer. The other imperials shot the men by the open windows. Another civilian was killed as a rebel used him as a human shield. The imperial who'd accidentally shot him froze, and was almost shot but was saved by being pulled down by Henders. Nieyer tackled the coward and grabbed his throat. The imperial commander drew his pistol and fired a round into his victim's throat. The man was still alive and reached for Nieyer's eyes. Nieyer blew holes in the tsarist's elbows and then his knees. "Choke on your own blood cock-sucker!" Nieyer screamed.

The last two tsarists fired two shots at the imperials. Then, they realized they were outnumbered and dropped their guns. Nieyer looked down to see four unarmed people dead. Their blood flowed like rivers and enraged him. No more loyalist soldiers had died to take the tower, but they'd been unable to save these people. Five other civilians now cowered in the corners, or stood behind the imperials, holding guns from the fallen traitors. Nieyer looked at the traitors and said "I should kill you for what you've done." He realized that his gun was still raised at them, his finger itched, his sense of justice urged him to sent them to Hell. But he stayed his wrath. "Bind them open Henders. Everyone else take out those bastards below."

Southern Wall of Juliana

Hundreds of men and women had come to support Viktoria and Karen's position. The tsarists had hit this position particularly hard, hoping to breach it. However, imperial tanks had quickly arrived and driven them back. Viktoria glanced up from her position and cursed at the sight of Ophionese issued mobile artillery. The tsarists were setting up another bombardment point. Viktoria put down two more tsarists who tried to take out a tank with an RPG. When she checked around the corner again, a tsarist stood right in front of her with a filled bag. He had been surprised and received a bullet in the throat. However, he fired at Viktoria, just barely missing her arm. She quickly fired again, taking him down. Behind him were five more soldiers. Thankfully, a grenade exploded behind them, sending body parts and wounded men in all directions.

The petite woman picked up the dead rebel's bag and found it full of C4. These men had been trying to blow open a small part of the defenses to slowly being to focus on that point. That gave her an idea.The redhead crawled over to Karen and asked her "Hey! Do you want to do something really stupid and cool? They're setting up artillery and our tanks are too busy fighting there tanks." Viktoria held up a satchel full of explosives "We need to crawl over there and throw this at their position. If we get seen we will be dead. What do you say?"

[Calva]

Outskirts of Juliana
The diggers who were nearly caught in the blast took cover again and the two crews followed the same procedure this time two more tanks erupted in to flame and a ball of fire, The Javelin crew started a retreat back to the main group as they were out of missiles on the way they were caught by a tank shell and obliterated chunks of calvan and blood rained down afterwards, suddenly their was a yell of "Allahu Akbar" and the sound of a RPG round slamming in to another tank on the ridge south west of the diggers 100 calvan Sherpa appear on the ridge with AK-47's and RPG's, dropped about an hour after the main 600 diggers had dropped the sherpas were dropped in at a location further out and now had finally arrived better late than never although about 3 hours late.
Skold Sighed with relief as he spots the Sherpa who are now engaging the tanks with some pretty intense fire, Skold then looks around and did an assessment from the 600 men about 100 were dead but with this fresh set of troops things were looking like they were on the up.

[The Shady Looking Vukmiri Delegates]

"All planes break!" Oracle one would shout into the mic as the planes break formations into two groups. "Jink!" Oracle 7 would say as he moves erratically and fluidly, dodging the gunfire with ease. The lead oracle planes would dodge the missiles with ease,however the missiles at the rear would catch oracle ten and nine off c guard and hit them ,not enough to kill them but enough to decommissioned their planes. "Oracle nine and ten? Are you two alright?" Oracle one would say, using advanced maneuvers to get on one of the paladins tails and fire missiles. "Yeah, we're fine, we could probably make it into friendly territory, but then we gotta bail." They would say, leaving the battlespace. "Copy that." Oracle two responds as the squadron splits into two groups. "Oracle two to five you all are with me, the rest will escort twelve to the university to deliver his payload." Oracle one would command. The real battle would soon begin with the team regrouping to face the paladins.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=q1feWsXW3uU

[Rezua]

Outskirts over Juliana

"Allah akbar!"

Jost spun on his heels are the alien war-cry echoing in his ears. The Rezuan looked up and saw a group of men firing rpgs at the rebel tanks. I knew those original guy weren't Rezuan but who the hell are these guys? Who the hell speaks Arabic in Ventismar? Jost pondered. The Rezuan shook his head, there wasn't enough time to bother worrying about that. He should just be glad they were helping him.

Now that the gunners on the upper floors were taken out, Jost rushed back into the center of the small suburb community towards his unknown allies. Jost ran past two buildings, checking corners as he went. One rebel had been waiting for some imperial to pass by and was rewarded by Jost with a bullet to the head.

A mournful cry rose above the battlefield. It took Jost a moment to realize it was a voice on a microphone. The gravelly voice was ordering all rebel forces to retreat. As the enemy tactically retreated, the imperials held their ground and fired back. They, however, made no attempt to follow the enemy. Of the hundred and thirteen imperials, fifty-eight of them were dead.

Taking caution to wait for almost a full half hour, Jost finally rose from cover and looked for the foreigner commander. The Rezuan walked up to one of the strange soldiers and asked "Where is your commander? I must speak to him?

Above Berylar

Paladin-1, Nathan Becker, turned his fighter around to survey what had become of the enemy force. Two of them had to pull back, ten remained. And he was down one fighter. They were still heavily outnumbered. The squad leader signaled his squadron on the radio "Pilots, these bastards are clearly very experienced. If we flee, our comrades would be hit by their full force. And if we don't flee, I doubt most or all of us will perish. But we cannot let those people down there down. That university isn't just soldiers, it's women and children. Students seeking a better future. I cannot you'll be remembered page in history. In fact, we'll probably never be remembered after day. What I can promise you is that if we give our lives taking out some of these guys, someone down there will live longer. A girl will grow up to have three kids. A student will discover the solution to fossil fuels. Does anyone want out?" There was a long pause before the girlish voice of Paladin-5 answered "I can't imagine a better way to die then besides my brothers." The others argued. Paladin-1 responded"Well then...for the Empire! For the People! For the Empress!"

The paladins hit afterburners and thundered after their enemy. "Target the ones going for the university. Matt (Paladin-4) and Louis (Paladin-3) hang back and cover our rears. Triss (Paladin-5) and Richard (Paladin-6), follow me." Paladin 3 and 4 broke off to deal with the Oracle members who were going after them while the rest focused on the "bomber" group. Richard and Triss followed Becker, making a triangle.

Matt shot forward at one of the Oracle members and fired two missiles. He spun to the right to avoid becoming a target for too long. A missile still zipped after him, forcing him to use decoy flares. He made a sharp left and lined up behind another Oracle. He fired more two missiles but also added in a stream of bullets, expecting the enemy to either use flares or veer off course. A missile warning alerted him of an incoming missile and he used his last flare. Bullet pinged against his fighter and Matt dove turned right. He looked over his shoulder and saw Louis firing a missile at the plane on his 6. However, two more missiles were fired at Matt. The Rezuan flew towards an enemy plane head on, with the missile behind him. He fired his guns at the plane before him and climbed over it, hoping the missile struck the man below him. Before he could escape, two Oracle fighters lit him up with machine gun fire, ending his life.

Louis watched as Paladin-4 took a nose dive to the ground, flames and smoke trialing behind. After a few seconds, the whole plane exploded. Matt must have been killed in the plane or been unable to bail out, there was no eject. Louis cursed and did a barrel roll to avoid a hail of bullets and turned left. He looked for his other allies and found them in a desperate state. Taking his eyes off the enemy, Louis turned to aid his allies. However, just as he did so, an enemy missile flew at his craft. It struck his tail fin, causing his fighter to spin out of control. Fighting for conciseness, Louis ejected from his plane.

Becker fired four of his missiles at the lead plane of the bomber group. Richard and Triss split off from the triangle and attempted to strike the enemy from two different sides. Becker stayed in the back and fired his guns at the Oracle fighters in back. The lead pilot heard his missile warning system and knew Paladins 3 and 4 were dead. Firing his flares, Becker rolled and dove for the enemy planes. He raced past them, firing his last missile and firing his guns some more. Afterword, he leveled off just in time to see Triss' plane start smoking from machine gun fire. Becker raced forward, putting his plane between Paladin 5 and the hostile. Becker turned into the bullets and fired a missile. While he had survived, a bullet went through his cockpit, smashing into his chest. Becker looked back and saw a missile trialing him. He had no more flares and was too weak to turn his craft. Before he hit it, Richard's plane roared in behind him, firing flares, forcing the missile away.

"Richard, I think you and Triss should go." the lead pilot said. "What happened to dying together?" Richard asked. The lead pilot answered "I don't think we can really do much more. I figure that if some of us make it, perhaps we can serve the empire more. Get out of here." Triss challenged her commander "Don't play a hero. Get out of here with us." Becker shook his head "I'm dead anyway. A bullet got me...right in the lung I think. I'll lead them away." With that, Becker summoned all this strength and gunned his engine, heading for the first Oracle fighter he saw. The lead pilot fired his guns for a few seconds just before he lost consciousness. Then, the enemies destroyed his fighter with a missile. While this happened, Triss and Richard had veered off, hoping to live to fight another day, as their commander wanted.

[Calva]

Outskirts of Fort Juliana
A Digger turns and replies to jost "Sgt Sköld is over by that half wrecked house" the Digger then points a finger towards a ruined building with half its side missing Sköld was in the middle of it dishing out orders to the troops, meanwhile the Sherpa's were making their way through the rubble checking for any injured rebels or spare ammunition as they did this the chatted away in very fluent Arabic although some had stronger calvan accents than others, one of them yells to them to make their way over to the diggers and to find ammunition after they have regrouped with the Main force.
By the side of Sgt Sköld was another digger who was making use of the quiet to radio for more backup from Calva,
Skogsbolet Airforce Base
The Base Comander Niklas Håkansson is disturbed from his paper work by one of his junior staff who reports to him that the diggers have requested backup and that he is needed in the com's room stat,Håkansson rushes down stairs and reaches the com's room where the head set is passed over to him. As he puts on the headset the first new message from the diggers comes in (- .... .. ... / .. ... / -.. .. --. --. . .-. / .- .-.. .--. .... .- / .-- . / .... .- ...- . / -... . . -. / . -. --. .- --. . -.. / .. -. / .... . .- ...- -.-- / -.-. --- -- -... .- - / .... . .- ...- -.-- / .-.. --- ... . ... / ... ..- ... - .- .. -. . -.. / -- .- -. .- --. . -.. / - --- / .-. . --. .-. --- ..- .--. / .-- .. - .... / -- --- ..- -. - .- .. -. / --. --- .- - --..-- .... --- ... - .. .-.. . ... / .... .- ...- . / .-. . - .-. . .- - . -.. / -... ..- - / .... .- ...- . / .... . .- ...- -.-- / .- .-. -- --- .-. / .-. . --.- ..- . ... - .. -. --. / ..-. --- .-. / .... . .- ...- -.-- / .- .-. -- --- .-. / ... ..- .--. .--. --- .-. - / -.. .. --. --. . .-. / --- ..- - .-.-.-)"This is Digger Alpha we have been engaged in heavy combat heavy loses sustained managed to regroup with Mountain goat,Hostiles have retreated but have heavy armor requesting for heavy armor support Digger out"
Håkansson takes the radio and radios back with haste (-.-. --- .--. -.-- / - .... .- - / -.. .. --. --. . .-. / .- .-.. .--. .... .- / .... . .- ...- -.-- / ... ..- .--. .--. --- .-. - / .-- .. .-.. .-.. / -... . / --- -. / .. - ... / .-- .- -.-- / .-- .. - .... / .. -. / ..--- ....- / .... --- ..- .-. ... / ... -.- --- --. ... -... --- .-.. . - / .- -.-. - ..- .- .-.. / --- ..- - .-.-.-)"Copy that Digger Alpha Heavy support will be on its way with in 24 hours Skogsbolet Actual out."
The message from Håkansson is passed down the line and 100 tanks are mobilized for deployment at 5pm they set off bound for Fort Juliana.

[Belantica]

Fort Julina
Karen gave Viktoria a puzzled look. "Well," she said, "it is something incredibly stupid, yet done right, it could be a smart move. If we drop back and flank them on the left side, where there is more cover, we would be able to sneak up behind them to knock out their artillery before it's usable. If you're sure about this, us and one other brave soul can and will pull this off. But keep in mind that if we fuck it up, we're done for permanently. As you can tell, I'm comfortable pulling off risky shit like this if I'm able to." She then took out two rebels trying to rush. "For as much as we know, we have enough people her to hold off these rebels until we can cripple their heavier weaponry."

[New Antion]

Gladstone, New Antion


Liberty Palace, International Operations Room.

Justin Kuntz sat on the edge of his chair leaning so far forward it was as if he could fall out at any time. Sweat dripped down his face as busy secretaries ran top secret documents to and from various places in the building. Around President Kuntz was his Defense Staff, all of them equally as nervous as the president himself. They stared at multiple television screens on the main wall of the room, all covered with different news channels from Rezua. Videos and images of the revolution flashed on and off of the screen, some of government soldiers attacking police, and most of innocent civilians fleeing the conflict areas.

"I want every single god damn document we have on this situation." President Kuntz said after taking a cigarette out of his mouth, the war room was the only place he ever smoked as most people didn't even have knowledge of his addiction.

Rezua was a rather large nation and a big player in Ventismarian Politics. And with a current shift in power, the nation seemed to slowly decay in terms of political stability. As Kuntz finished his fifth cigarette and put it in the ash tray a rather young but well maintained officer handed him a manila folder. The folder was so large and stuffed with papers it felt as if it weigh a hundred pounds. President Kuntz Shakily skimmed through the papers looking for any signs of serious military engagements. After finding pages upon pages of brutal combat. He returned to the war room along with his defense staff to draw up a plan of special forces insertion.

Fort Eugene Air Strip, ten hours after planning

A group of five extremely tall and well built men walked onto the back of a C-130 carrying duffel bags. After seating themselves in the back of the plane. The men were wearing rather ordinary clothes, some with baseball caps, others with beanies. One thing they all had in common was their rather bushy beards. After the plane took off the men unzipped the duffel bags and grabbed out tactical rigs and plate carriers. Along with the protective gear they also loaded their SR6 Rifles each customized to their own liking. After a few hours of silence the oldest looking of the group stood up and gained everyone's attention.

"Alright, just a quick review before we insert. We are to drop into the outskirts of Eomeria and try to stay undetected. For now just gather intel. Your weapons are to be used as an absolute last resort. Now, let's get this done brothers." The team leader said as he strapped on his helmet and parachute pack. The rest of the team followed and lined up in the airplane as the back ramp opened. Furious air shot into the back of the plane and howled with deafening noise as the team leader signaled to jump they all filed in a line and jumped after each other, the darkness of night was hopefully enough to conceal their airborne insertion.

Operation Steel Viper has begun.

[The Shady Looking Vukmiri Delegates]

"Ah shit I'm hit!" Oracle four says, his plane spiraling downwards to the ground. "I'm gonna bail but I don't know if I'll make it out!" He soon blasts off the canopy of his cockpit and his suit soon ejects out, his parachutes deploying and lowering towards the ground. "Говно!" Oracle two curses as she watches her team ate descend. "Now that the fight is over, let's continue with the objective." Three says as they payload group moves to wars the University, splitting off into three groups of two and releasing guided munitions into all sorts of areas and buildings. "Raze it to the ground, kill all inside and leave none alive." Oracle one says in a stern tone, unflinching at the atrocities they are committing.

[The Shady Looking Vukmiri Delegates]

"Ah shit I'm hit!" Oracle four says, his plane spiraling downwards to the ground. "I'm gonna bail but I don't know if I'll make it out!" He soon blasts off the canopy of his cockpit and his suit soon ejects out, his parachutes deploying and lowering towards the ground. "Говно!" Oracle two curses as she watches her team ate descend. "Now that the fight is over, let's continue with the objective." Three says as they payload group moves to wars the University, splitting off into three groups of two and releasing guided munitions into all sorts of areas and buildings. "Raze it to the ground, kill all inside and leave none alive." Oracle one says in a stern tone, unflinching at the atrocities they are committing.

[Rezua]

Juliana

Viktoria grinned wickedly at Karen "Then let's go." The redhead gone down onto her belly and began to crawl towards the enemy's equipment. It had begun to snow by now, dense and cold like the breath of a flu-ridden person. The ground was wet with precipitation but mud had yet to form. It was slow going, left arm, right leg, right arm, left leg. Twice, Viktoria froze as Tsarist troops ran past her and Karen.

One man was too curious and began to look around after he saw movement. Viktoria jumped up at him, knife in hand. The man gasped in fear but fired his gun. In the next instant, the Imperial's knife was deep in the throat of the rebel. The next, Viktoria toppled over into a ball. She groaned "Ugh...I think he got me." She extended her right arm for Karen to look at. A small hole poured blood from her upper arm. She winced while chuckling "Shit, I was careless. I can't throw the bombs now, this is my baseball arm. Damn it." She looked up and said "Well, no one saw. The bullet was drowned out by the tanks."

She passed the bombs to Karen and said "Those artillery pieces are right over there. There's five of them and they're keeping the tanks at bay. I'll stay back here and cover you." She held up her rifle and pointed to the scope. "Don't worry, I will not hit you." She encouraged. Then she added "You don't have to if you don't want to."

Berylar

The city was in flames. Corpses decorated the streets. The wails of children had been replaced by the empty howl of the wind. Private Briom's eyes opened and he saw the destroyed admission's building of the university. The young soldier stood, wincing at the pain in his shoulder, where a few inches of jagged steel had buried itself with a passion. Most of the "hospital" building was nothing more than a couple of burnt out skeletons.

Briom stood up on shaky feet and heard the quiet sobs of a child. He turned around and found a little girl crying over a horribly disfigured corpse. The private walked forward and knelt next to the child. Her mother was ripped to pieces by some kind of explosion. Underneath her was another child, seemingly one she had jumped onto to try to protect. It was a failed attempt. The child beneath was bloody and mangled like its mother. The soldier looked at the girl and found her covered in blood but otherwise unharmed. He wondered why but then found his answer when she sobbed "Mommy pushed me. Why did she push me? Why won't she get up?" Briom understand what had happened, the mother had made a chose. Save one child or the other. She choice to push forward one girl and try to shield the other. Did she love one more? Was it a random thing? Did she think she had more time? Questions with no answers.

The older man knelt beside the crying girl and took her in his arms. He stood and turned away from the corpse. He knew he should tell her that her mother was dead, that her sister was dead. But he couldn't find the strength to do so. Yet, he had too. So he smiled through his silent tears and said "It's okay. Mommy is somewhere else. She had to go. She left you with me. We'll be okay." The girl asked "When will mommy be back?"
"Do you believe in God, girl?"
"Yes."
"Well, she's staying with God now."
"Well that's good. Mommy likes God. She makes us go to His house every week but I've never seen Him. If it's His house where is here? "
A dark shadow passed over Briom's face as he answered "Yea...I've never seen God either." As they turned a corner, Briom covered the girl's eyes. "Don't look. And cover your ears!" The soldier rushed past a group of angry people.

In the center of the ring of people was the downed Oracle pilot who bailed out. He'd drawn his pistol originally, an imperial soldier laid dead in front of him. He'd shot her in the collarbone, she'd bleed out slowly. While she died, another soldier had shot the pilot's elbow, making the arm unusable. The man had dropped his gun by mistake and had tried to run. The crowd cut off his escape. They were hopeless to save the woman, to stop the bombs from falling. But now they could punish one of them. A man shouted out orders "Grab him! Get him!" Four people tackled the man and grappled with him. Being a solider, the pilot had fought well but was eventually grabbed by the limbs and stretched out. Then the crowd picked up guns and debt to wield as clubs.

A man stepped forward and locked eyes with the pilot. He spoke in English "Whoever you are, you picked the wrong people to fuck up. Murder of children, that's a death sentence." The man said calmly "Execute him." A piece of steel was slammed into the Vukmiri pilot's thighs over and over. Rifle butts and wooden beams were smashed into his stomach and his knees. A woman with a burnt off arm used her good one to take a brick and smash the pilot's face in until it was a pit of gore, blood, and brain matter. Blood had been drawn from the innocent, and morality had turned aside.

[New Antion]

A few hundred miles south of Eomeria

As the small group of five pulled up the the entrance of a rural airfield in a recently commandeered jeep. They noticed that the airfield was almost completely empty of everything, save a few rusty propeller planes. As busted through the gate of the airfield they inspected the long strip of empty dirt land with a few hangars around the outskirts.

"Moses this is preacher I am breaking radio silence, we found your airport. I'm sending you the coordinates right now." The team leader whispered into his helmets head set while fiddling with his GPS.

The next day

As Mil26 helicopters came hurling onto the airfield with tremendous speed, along with the helicopters were 3 F-16 fighters. the operators were relieved to see the helicopters and was surprised they were intact. Three helicopters made quick landing as a total of 230 Antionian Marines unloaded onto the airstrip and set up a defensive perimeter. The mission of these marines was to set up a mile wide safe zone around the airstrip until C-130s could arrive to offload more troops. The marines have set up MG nests and mortar pits within the perimeter of the Airstrip. A total of 5 C-130 ships and 10 F-16s (each carrying 90 troops) are being dispatched to the airfield as an initial peacekeeping force. After the men are secured their task is to move into the capitol city and find an FOB before discussion with what's left of the government begins.

Meanwhile back home, the government has officially released their statement on Antone involvement in the crisis. The intervention was met with surprisingly positive views with a small but vocal anti-war group on the rise.

[Calva]

Coast of Rezua
10 hours later the tanks on the coast and unload just as the fighting around Fort Juliana had finished, off the boats rolled 100 Tanks consisting of 50 M1 Abrahams from the Calvan First Wolverines,10 Challenger 2 Tanks from The 22nd Ludvigsburg Core and finally 40 BM-27 Uragan From the Artillery core, they leave the boat in small convoys so as not to be to large target as they make headway towards where the diggers and the Reuan's are.

[Belantica]

"Well," Karen said back, "I'll go and make quick work of these arties, get them out of our hair. While you're covering my ass, see if you can get some backup for us." She then grabbed the explosives, readied both her pistol and rifle, and put some sunglasses on. "Here I go!" she said, then jumped out of cove, with pistol in hand. Almost instantly, she ran into a rebel trying to make an advance on the Imperial's position, which she took care of with two shots, one to the chest, and one to the head. "Hey! Over there!", shouted another rebel, "She's trying to make a break for the artillery! And she took out one of our own, get her-". His yelling was quickly ended by another shot from Viktoria's position, as she was making sure that Karen had somewhat of a clear path to the artillery. At the first site, there was two soldiers that were operating it, but had to stop to deal with Karen making her way towards them, however, they were quite ineffective at stopping her from getting there and most of them ended up in the sights of Viktoria's rifle.

She set the first charge, arming it so that will explode when detonated using a remote device, giving her enough time to find some cover, yet be able to watch the show when she finally flipped the switch. By that time, the rebels were now starting to become disorganized. Many of them were still rushing towards the front line to see if they could break the Imperial's hold over the fort, while those who were in the back were scrambling to not only head up to the front, but to deal with the now vulnerable artillery. It didn't take long for Karen to reach the second unit , and the third was considered a walk in the park. However, when trying to reach the 4th unit, the rebels regriuped around the last two, and was laying down as much repressive fire as they could, pinning Karen behind a concrete wall for the time. It wasn't much cover, but enough to shrug off the lead flying her way. "Looks like they finally woke up," she thought to herself, "and Vik over there is still trying to get shots on these bastards."

Then what seemed to be out of nowhere, shots rang from the woods, which caused confusion for both the two Imperials and the rebels. The rebels then started to redirect their fire towards the woods, but as soon as they done that, they ended up getting cut down by the mysterious gunman, who then charged out of the woods with a modified rifle in hands, wearing a brown duster and sunglasses that your average outdoorsman would wear, and of course, a cigarette hanging in between his lips that were in a slight smirk.After this man shot some rebels down, Karen jumped out of cover, aimed her pistol at him, and yelled, "Who the hell are you!?"

"What?" he said,"Don't member me from last year Karen, back at the shootout on Pier 47?"

"Sam? What the fuck are you doing here!?" She said "Do you have any idea that you stumbled into an active warzone!?"

"I'm well aware," Sam said back, "In fact, there's a couple of these tsarist punks that got bounties on their heads, and I want them!"

"Well look for them later!" she yelled back, "Right now, we have a bit of a problem here with these pieces of artillery!"

"I gotcha back! I'll lay down some fire to cover your ass so you can take them down! The more friends we have, the better!"

"Okay, be careful though, since one of my newfound friends may end up hitting you by mistake, so watch where you point that gun of yours!"

Sam then moved to cover to continue picking off any advancing rebels, while Karen made a mad dash for the last two artillery units still up and running. It wasn't long before the rebels guarding them were mowed down by the three companions, giving Karen just enough time to place the last two charges and get out to some cover. She was then ready to blow the guns all the way to kingdom come. "Fire in the hole!" she yelled at loud as she could, before putting a grin on her face and flipping the switch. Sam and Viktoria took cover as well, and then the ground shook with a violent force, as the shockwave sent debris and flames into the air, most of it hopefully raining down on tsarist units. "Now that is what I call a showstopper!" Sam said jokingly. This of course caused confusion for all of those at Julina, since now the rebels have lost one of their main advantages thanks to a couple of Belanticans who seem to lack the fear of death.

[Rezua]

Fort Juliana

Commander Dmitri Niklyi frowned. For over six hours his force had been shelling Fort Juliana yet the Imperials refused to yield to them. And overhead, there was one helicopter in particular that had been bothering him. Four times had it evaded being shot down with shoulder launched missiles. It had even dodged and destroyed a jet fighter. The Tsarist commander frowned, he knew that pilot. Christina Everen. Who else could possibly fight that well? He watched as a tank tried in vain to shoot down the royal pilot and groaned as it evaded. He sighed as a missile blew up his tank, his men. It was time to retreat. Everens were such bastards to kill. He chuckled morbidly as he pondered which of his academy classmates was leading the attack for he severely doubted that the Everen girl was able to do more than be a pilot. Albeit the greatest pilot in the history of the empire. No matter how much you hate the enemy, you must respect them. That was Niklyi's motto. Little did the commander realize that a Dormill and Stiuran army waited for him as he retreated.

Slowly, barely noticeable at first, the Tsarist troops began to pull back under the cover of tanks, artillery guns, and missiles. Soon their escape was discovered by the Imperials. After all, it was a tactic used by the Imperial Army. Above the battle, the emissary of death noticed the retreat. Christina knew that chasing the rebels would prove to be a bad idea. What if the enemy circled behind them as they chased the main group? The Imperials were outnumbered. With a sigh she said "Penrod, order our troops to let them go. We are too outnumbered to fight in the open." Penrod was slow to answer. His throat was dry in terror and he shook ever so slightly. He had never been afraid of flying. What he was now scared of was Christina Everen. The princess fly and fought like a madwoman. There was seemingly no tactic until the very last second, when all her little traps activated. Penrod was afraid because her traps involved a lot of sideways loops a helicopter barely could do.

Juliana Fields

"Wha-who? The hell did he come from?" Viktoria asked as soon as the trio was out of the line of fire. Before Karen or Sam could answer an Imperial soldier approached them, followed by a squad and several tanks. The soldier smiled and held his rifle over his head triumphantly and shouted "They're retreating!"

North-Western Coast of Rezua

The crying of gulls was only interrupted by the sound of artillery being loaded and tanks advancing. The smell of sea salt was disturbed by the smell of sulfur and gun steel. The pleasant breeze of the sea was blocked by the dug in fortification walls. From almost nowhere, Calvan tanks and reinforcements. The Tsarists had set up these defenses in case the Rhodeve arrived. Apparently, Calva cared that the Empress was removed. Why? They did not waste anytime in greeting the enemy with missiles and artillery. They focused their firepower on the tanks, hoping to destroy them before they got too close.

"Why?" questioned Colonel Abel Vioght. A few soldiers turned to look at him as he stared hatefully to the sea. He raised his left hand in a straight point, like he was demanding hellfire to rain from the sky. Maybe he was. "To these people it's Jesus Christ, then Augustus Everen Junior, and then Ymira Everen. The girl has done nothing for this country. She's been a celebrity since birth, going to luncheons, a national fencing champion, reading to children and all that crap." the colonel spat. He looked behind him towards a deep green metal tank about four feet tall. There were rows more. It was too early to use it, too much wind. Vioght would have to wait before he could fire the gas.

A few hundred miles south of Eomeria

It happened by accident. Lieutenant Hague had been flying to reports of heavy Imperial resistance when his eye suddenly caught sight of something. Hague dove down lower and was shocked at what he saw. A camping town that had failed in the 40s was now hosting moving dots. As he got closer, he could tell there was some-kind of military presence. Hague tried to use rebel frequencies to hail their communications. Nothing. He couldn't get too close since he feared a missile might come flying at him. He did, however, mark down where the base was before flying off.

Eomeria, Royal Palace

This wasn't how it was suppose to happen. Tsaress Zoey Hanji's eyes were bloodshot, her hair unkempt, her uniform disheveled. She couldn't believe it. Nations were rushing to help Ymira Everen. The Rhodeve were coming, tanks from some unimportant country assaulted the north, and now unknown troops were spotted in on a rural farm runway. Zoey knew she was better than Ymira. She could protect the people better, could project power better. These people were actually supporting a girl, a teenager, rather than a military genius. That got under Zoey's skin. At least Berlyar had been destroyed.

A recon plane was sent to investigate the camping base. After some thought, Zoey ordered Oracle to follow after the recon plane and attack the airfield, believing it was the Imperials. She did not know that it was New Antionians who were there. This was because they had just declared war and she thought they were still trying to get in.

[Calva]

North-Western Coast of Rezua
The Fire of rebel artilary was broken by the howling screech of a salvo of rockets from the BM-27 that filled the air and drowned out any thing else in its vicinity and with the smell of burning fuel and oil that now choked the once pleasant beach much of what had been firing and about 20 of the Challengers were destroyed but all the BM-27 and the Abrahms tanks seamed ok except for a few that had popped their tracks off the BM-27 finished firing after about 20 minuets all that was ahead was ablaze or burnt out most of what had been the walls were either rubble or slightly burnt where the missiles struck, the tanks and their BM-27's carried on past what was left of the tzarist defenses and further forward towards the outskirts to their destination.

[New Antion]

Almost a few hours after the final supplies came in, a few radar technicians were monitoring the area around the FOB when they heard an aircraft, they couldn't find its exact location but reported it to the CO anyways. After hearing of the possible enemy the CO wasn't too worried as they were just picking up to march north to the capitol and establish an FOB. The airfield they are currently stationed at is to serve as a resupply point and a total team of 75 soldiers are to guard the base until an additional 700 men are deployed.
(Total amount of antone troops in the nation: 1,400)

[Belantica]

Julina Fields
The two noticed the rebels now retreating back into the woods where they came from, it must have been a sign that they had done something right. Maybe their artillery was their largest advantage, and ended up losing it to a disgruntled cop and a bounty hunter from Belantica. It was the break the Imperials needed in order to push the rebels away from Julina. "Man, who did this?" said one of the soldiers. "Who knows, but whoever did is amazing, since it was certain death if they messed up." After what they had just done, the three needed to take a few minutes to have a breather.

Sam finally said, "Well, I came from my mother, of course." with a snarky smile across his face.
Karen then gave Sam a hard punch in the arm, which made him rub where she struck her fist with the opposite hand. "A more serious answer would be helpful right now, don't be an asshole." she said.
"Okay, okay! Jesus," Sam said, "I came from the south where I landed not too long ago. And both of you might be wondering why I'm here and not somewhere else, my answer is that we got a couple of Tsarists around here somewhere that both have a price around their necks, I'm talking both of them are worth a total of 50,000 Mons, which will buy me a lot of lobster stew!"
"I see, you're on the trail for that sweet bounty money that the FPS hands out like candy, I feel you, it's a good way to make some extra change if you're daring enough. Although we may have blown one of them away, so don't be shocked when you see your bounties get blown."
"If that's the case, then I guess I'll have to figure out some other way to pay for this."
"Just get a normal job like everyone else instead of chasing criminals halfway around the planet, maybe you wouldn't be a broke-ass motherfucker all the time, huh?"
"Whatever Karen, you bloody flatfoot."

The dust was now settled, and craters with blackened snow sit where artillery guns once stood, now nothing more than scrap metal. Now the three was performing an sweep of the area to make sure there was no hostiles left. After the sweep, Sam took a seat on a seat on an Albany Barrier, a very common portable wall commonly used for crown and traffic control. He then took out a notebook, in which he jotted down some words, presumably keeping a log of his activities for some kind of autobiography, and also containing notes on his two bounties, both of wanted for smuggling large amounts of firearms out of Allied States, which is a Class 1 felony and would result in a long jail sentence. But Sam knew that they got away, and he isn't going to let them flee from him and the long arm of the law. Karen and Viktoria were now back to patrolling, looking for trouble near them, but most of it left since the Imperials chased them out of the are, at least for the time being.

[Rezua]

North-Western Coast of Rezua

The first line of defense fell not too long after the enemy arrived. The tanks moved backwards quickly in retreat but continued to fire. Artillery and missiles kept firing but they now had to worry about hitting their own people. Commander Niklyi had begun to sweat more. How could these people be blowing through his defenses so quickly? He cursed when the answer came to him. The Tsarist Army was far too spread out to endure an assault like this. Without any other options, the Tsarist ordered the gas to be fired.

The huge gas canisters were loaded into artillery pieces and fired over the enemy. At a certain height they burst open, pouring deadly gases on the enemy. It wasn't one particular gas, it was several, including mustard and chlorine. The tsarist troops were ordered to stay back and put on their gas masks. The Rezuan Army had never done away with the gas mask, every soldier had one.

Antone Base

Eight fighters had been assembled after the recon plane had reported the build up of an alarming number of aircraft and troops. When the Tsarists finally arrived, part of the Antone Army had already moved onwards. The eight fighters formed up and began to strafe the air base below with missiles and machine guns, zigzagging and weaving around as they did so to avoid getting hit by anti-air weapons.

Juliana

The red-haired Viktoria was panting for breath by the time they got back to the fort proper. Her arm had stopped bleeding but she looked extremely tired. Her face was pale and her breathing a bit irregular. Sweat dripped down her face and she had begun to shiver. Viktoria closed her eyes and leaned on Karen. Her warm breath hit against Karen's neck since Viktoria was almost falling over onto Karen. The red head said "I'm really tired and cold."

[Calva]

Northern Coast of Rezua
The Calvan tanks shrugged off the gas as their chemical filters protected the crews of the tanks from the ,Three BM-27 were lost to the drivers being killed by the gas and crashing off a cliff when over come by the gas this was enough warning for the rest of the drivers to mask up, by the end of the hour the Tanks and the BM-27'S made a break through hostile lines and escaped and carried on to reach outskirts of Fort Juliana 4 hours later.
Outskirts of Fort Juliana
Something made the soil under Sköld feet, it gave him a feeling of relief it was the Tanks and BM-23 arived but not all 100 there were about 20 challengers missing and 3 BM-27 gone from the 100 that were meant to arrive leaving 77 units in total more than enough to make a big diference till Magnus Göransson called for unilateral action or negotiated that More calvan forces would be sent over to help the Rezuans fight off the Tzarists.

[New Antion]

Antone Airfield

The soldiers did what they could to fight off the fighters. The attack helicopters and fighters currently refueling at the Antone Airfield took off as fast as they could and tried to push the attackers away from their position so they could have time to call for more air reinforcements and AA missiles. Multiple contracting agencies are also being flown to the Antone Airbase in Rezua as a civilian aspect on things could prove refreshing for commanders. During the the battle between the Tsarits and Antones the FOB called for more shipments of AA installments. And an engineer regiment to construct more defenses around the FOB should an infantry attack come an entire Marine division and two Army Infantry Divisions are expect to be arriving soon to the FOB. Construction of barracks has began and scouting parties are being sent out to find good locations for other military installations.

Broadcasts have been send to Rhodevus Forces in the nation. Long range radio broadcasts are to be played on repeat until. A response is given. The message goes as follow.
"Attention, this is Captain Wiedmier of the New Antion Armed Forces. We wish to establish communications with Rhodevus forces in the field. Please respond to this message ASAP."

Meanwhile the government back home has authorized the mobilization of the infantry divisions as well as contact with the Rhodevus forces.

[Belantica]

"Don't worry, well soon be taking a much needed rest." Karen said to Viktoria, while trying to walk and keep her balance as the redhead started to put weight onto the part she was leaning on. Karen then thought to herself, This girl seems to like being around me, maybe she likes me? What if she's actually attracted to me and I haven't noticed? I don't expect her to, but all I know is she another friend in this messed up world.
They kept walking towards the facility, the two girls staying close to another, while Sam was several steps behind, moving at a slower pace to take in the winter scenery that he doesn't get to see much of, even spotting a fox dashing across the forest floor with absolute speed and silence. Nobody seemed to either notice or care, but it did grab his attention, even if the urban myth say you can't see them. Soon, they were back at the fort, and there was an uplifted feeling about the place, seeing what they accomplished. Karen and Viktoria went to one of the barracks, where the redhead can get the rest she needed, while the blonde went back out to get something to eat, due to it being one of her go-to way to relieving stress. Sam ran off to some makeshift mess hall, where he and a few others were gathered around a table playing cards and having drinks, enjoying the moment for what it is.

[Rhodevus]

Antone Airfield

The soldiers did what they could to fight off the fighters. The attack helicopters and fighters currently refueling at the Antone Airfield took off as fast as they could and tried to push the attackers away from their position so they could have time to call for more air reinforcements and AA missiles. Multiple contracting agencies are also being flown to the Antone Airbase in Rezua as a civilian aspect on things could prove refreshing for commanders. During the the battle between the Tsarits and Antones the FOB called for more shipments of AA installments. And an engineer regiment to construct more defenses around the FOB should an infantry attack come an entire Marine division and two Army Infantry Divisions are expect to be arriving soon to the FOB. Construction of barracks has began and scouting parties are being sent out to find good locations for other military installations.

Broadcasts have been send to Rhodevus Forces in the nation. Long range radio broadcasts are to be played on repeat until. A response is given. The message goes as follow.
"Attention, this is Captain Wiedmier of the New Antion Armed Forces. We wish to establish communications with Rhodevus forces in the field. Please respond to this message ASAP."

Meanwhile the government back home has authorized the mobilization of the infantry divisions as well as contact with the Rhodevus forces.

"^V^V^V^V^V^ this is Captain Wiedmar ^V^V^V New Antion Armed Forces ^V^V^V Rhodev^V^V^V the field. ^V^V^V Please respond ^V^V^V"

"Barry! You need to strengthen the signal!"
"It is bloody difficult when our forward base is a travelling unit, and moving with The Commander and the young empress. They are probably on the move now. Signal can't be bounced off of 'em. We've been needing to use this town's broadcasting station."
"Dammit." Commander Sibbel rubbed his eyes. He turned to look out of the window, just in time to see the tall radio tower fall over, landing with a billow of smoke. The tsarists they had just cleared out of the small town had done their best to slow down the Rhodeve East Army. Luckily, of the few Rezuans left in the town, one of them happened to be the mechanic who worked on fixing the fairly old tower. It would be a while until it was ready to actually broadcast anything strong anyways. And, with all the jamming and counter-jamming done by all sides, not much information was being passed around. It was not helping much that a Brotherhood operative was caught fighting alongside tsarists. They were the main causes for most of the radio signal jamming done to the East Army.

"How long until we have signal ourselves?"
"Should be three, maybe four hours sir."
"No soon enough. Can we bounce the signal forward?"
"To who sir? West Army is on the move with The Commander."
"Ya, and TG doesn't like when we bounce signals off of them. Boy, when she found out about us doing that to hear the game back in Rhodevus? I almost lost my head. No wonder Diana chose her as the heir to the throne. She is a force to be reckoned with."
"Send them to Cromwell then?"
"Yes, that Ispanzan is closer to New Antiom forces anyways."
"It will be done sir."

The signal which had been playing on loop for a few minutes was then sent down to The Commonwealth forces which had been working their way through various towns. While the Rhodeve Armies and others internationally were clearing the way, The Commonwealth forces had been entering all the areas abandoned by these armies, helping to rebuild, and removing any threats which had been left behind. The Army was being led by Captain Ivan Crommwell, a tight-lipped Ispanzan who had been serving in the Commonwealth army for nearly a decade. Fine choice for leader of this mission, although he much preferred active combat to these helping hand type roles.

"Attention, this is Captain Wiedmier of the New Antion Armed Forces. We wish to establish communications with Rhodevus forces in the field. Please respond to this message ASAP."

"Message has been bounced by the Rhodeve East Army." Lieutenant Brown said as soon as they got the report.
"Well, Brown, go reply direct to the Antiomites. It seems like the Rhodeves are busy."

A return message was sent to the New Antiom Forces. "This is Captain Crommwell of the Army of the Rhodeve Commonwealth. Message has been sent on lines Bravo Bravo Sigma Charlie by Commander Sibbel of the Rhodeve East Army. We are two clicks from your last known position. What do you need."