(IC|Open|MT)Terrorist Group in the Southeastern Territories

[Laeuwen]

0500 Hours
LNS Kingfisher
LMDF Kingfisher Fleet
Pacific Ocean, South of North Colishi

The heavy cloud layer moving quickly across the sky was not enough to conceal the purple and orange blaze creeping further up the horizon, as the majestic sun began to slowly inch like an angel into the skies, causing the water to glow orange and yellow with a fiery fury. Slowly and steadily sailing on and on, an armada of naval ships cut their way through the calm seas. On the deck of the flagship of the Kingfisher Fleet, the Kingfisher herself, deck crews were scuttling around like madmen to ensure that the final checks to all operational aircraft on-board the carrier were conducted and that everything was up to standards before they reached the target area. The Kingfisher was a mighty ship, and she was also a class leader. Like other Laeutchian aircraft carriers, she sported the ability to have up to 90 fixed wing and rotary wing aircraft but it was her new technology including autonomous systems, upgraded weapons facilities, security networks, upgraded computer systems, an upgraded nuclear reactor and Electromagnetic Aircraft Launch Systems (EMALS) instead of regular CATOBAR launch systems. The Kingfisher also sported new F/A-181 Black Wasp II Naval Multirole Fighters, which came in a fully stealth variant and semi stealth variant as well as stealth carrier-capable UCAV's dubbed "Sentinel's." She was truly a magnificent ship.

Leading the LNS Kingfisher and her faithful fleet into the unknown was Admiral Jourdan Petit-Moreau, a battle hardened veteran of the Laeutchian Marine Defence Force. Former commander of the LNS Freedom after its commander was killed by Furbish warplanes, Moreau had embarked on his most successful mission yet in all his years of service during the OSAN-Furbish War when the LNS Freedom and remaining vessels of the OSAN Combined Fleet held off a massive combined attack by the Furbish Navy and Furbish Air Force, allowing him to be promoted to the rank of Admiral. The Kingfisher Fleet consisted of 1 Heavy Missile Cruiser, the Kaiserin, with a total of 280 missiles on board, 6 Guided Missile Destroyers, the Retribution, Defender of Guana, Sovereign, Blue Spear, Protector and the Atlantis, each carrying a total of 96 missiles, as well as 15 Cruise Missile Submarines stealthily lurking beneath the depths of the ocean, the Averia, Kaiserreich, Anschluss, Hellhound, Demon Fox, King Cobra, Wolfpack, White October, Drachten, Kharg, Tornado, Vengeance, Sniper, Lightning and the Typhoon, each carrying 224 missiles. A lot of these ships came from the former Freedom Fleet, and thus had already seen combat and had been victorious against a particular foe: The Furbish.

However this was not an ordinary war - if it could even be called a war at all - and the Kingfisher Fleet was not there to send the Furbish to hell once again. Instead, their objective was to establish and maintain a naval perimeter around a group of islands in the Southern Territories which would serve as a base of operations for the Laeutchian Army, but the Kingfisher Fleet came well prepared, armed to the tooth, ready to respond to any aggression that came its way. Admiral Moreau looked up from the bow of the ship where he was standing, when the roar of jet engines and turboprop engines grow closer and closer, until he saw what he had been waiting to see: An armada in the sky, consisting of of C-130J-30 Super Hercules', E-3 Sentry's, F-16SV Super Vipers, F-15SE Silent Eagles, F-22A Raptors, E-8C Joint STARS and C-17A-ER Globemaster III's, hundreds of them, all flying in the direction in which the Kingfisher Fleet was sailing. Admiral Moreau made his way back to the bridge as the ship continued to cut through the waves and sail on...

0913 Hours
Press Conference Room
Federal Government Building
Averia, Laeutchian Federation

The Press Secretary of the President of the Laeutchian Federation, a rather short, blue haired, blond eyed woman took to the podium and ushered for silence before reading out a pre-written statement handed to her by the President herself - she simply did not have time to give a speech for himself, as he was busy making 'loose ends meet' behind closed doors. She already knew what he meant exactly, the President was probably coordinating all Laeutchian military actions personally alongside her top commanders from the Department of Defence.

The statement read:

"Four hours ago, I can confirm that elements of the Laeutchian Army, Laeutchian Maritime Defence Force, and Laeutchian Air Defence Force embarked from their bases in North Colishi and headed south. I can now reveal that the exact reason for this excessive deployment of military assets is a massive humanitarian operation which will be launched in the Furbish Islands. As of recently, the Southern Territories of the Furbish Islands has been shaken by insurgency and many civilians are feared to be currently caught up, or to soon be caught up, in the fires of the conflict now worsening with each second that passes. As a global protector of freedom and justice, the Laeutchian Federation must take it upon itself to act to ensure global peace and stability for all people and all nations - however, some may be looking to exploit our kindness, which is why I personally ordered for excessive amounts of military 'protective force' to be deployed alongside our peacekeepers and humanitarian workers. I ask that foreign nations do not interfere with our operations, as we will assert out right to defend ourselves from interference and aggression of all sorts."

[Martinaland]

Beckinsdale
It was the Memorial Day Bank Holiday in Martinaland. Many people were off work for the day, and as a result, they were leaving Beckinsdale and other major cities to go to the beach. This caused congestion on major roads, and as a result, most people did not know what was happening in the Southeastern Territories.
Meanwhile, the President of Martinaland, Natasha Brimwright, was giving an interview to the Martinaland Broadcasting Service (MBS)'s main current affairs programme, Current Affairs Tonight. Natasha was being interviewed by Elizabeth Shepard, who was renowned for her tough interviewing style and was infamous for bringing those she interviewed to account for their actions. She knew that Elizabeth would be tough to beat before she walked into the studio, but Natasha did not expect Elizabeth to use her tough interviewing style as much as she did. There was a Presidential election on, and Natasha was losing to Janice Rose-Smith, a popular figure in Martinaland. The previous week, Elizabeth had interviewed Janice Rose-Smith, and contrary to all expectations, Janice's popularity did not decline after the interview. So far, Elizabeth had asked Natasha questions on domestic affairs. Natasha did not expect her to ask questions on foreign policy.
Suddenly, Elizabeth said "Natasha, people are dying in the Furbish Islands because their government couldn't control Communists. If a neighbouring country was in the same situation, you wouldn't just sit back. No, you would send troops there to take down the Communists. Think carefully about your actions." Natasha knew that she would have to send troops to the Furbish Islands to satisfy Elizabeth.
Natasha's reply was "Yes, I will send troops to the Furbish Islands." Elizabeth replied "Good. Now, this interview is over. A special news programme will follow, but until then, good night from the team here at MBS and enjoy your Bank Holiday."

From the Government of Martinaland to the Government of the Furbish Islands
The Government of Martinaland recognises your plight and are sending 10,000 soldiers, 5 tanks, 190 AFVs, 240 artillery pieces, 109 planes, and 85 ships to Sagala to aid you in defeating the Communist terrorists that your nation is facing.

[The Federation of Kendor]

Presidential Palace

At the Presidential Palace, Martha Leyner, the president of Kendor, was sitting in her office. Currently, she was leading a research on the potentials of creating artifical lifes to better people's life, and she used a laptop to talked with the scientist. Then, she suddenly received a call from the the Foreign Affair's Ministry. Bringing the phone to her ear, she discovered that she has been summoned to a meeting.

President Martha soon went through a secret room, accessed behind a portrait that reach into the floor, to go into the underground tunnel system. She soon walked into the tunnel, carrying a map of the tunnel and a flashlight, before reaching the building where the meeting will be held after several kilometers of walking. Then, she leaded the meeting, where it's agreed to send a force to help the Furbish people and crush the evil communists. Soon, she have the head of the Foreign Affair's Ministry send a message to Furbish island, while the military will be prepared.

OOC: Feeling too lazy so short post

[Vionna-Frankenlisch]

Furbish Islands Task Force
Matuata Coast, Landing Beach

"So..." Major General Tellon said, leaning on the sandbag wall of his impromptu headquarters, "Midshipman Meath, I don't suppose you've got a special someone?"
Meath, with a face of suppressed disgust replied, "No, sir, I'm seventeen and in the King's Navy... My only love is my ship, sir."

In the corner of the improvised building, a small gaggle of officers from the Elson Lancers along with Major General Elpenor muttered amongst themselves. "Poor girl," Sir Stanley Morton mused, "He's a promiscuous little twerp, isn't he?"
The opinion was shared by Lieutenant Colonel Isador Gilbert, the commander of Morton's engineers. "Aye," he agreed, "The wee bugger needs to learn some manners, that Jenny looks like she could eat 'im whole."

"They've got you lot firmly celibate, haven't they?" Tellon remarked, scoffing, "Could almost call you Jennies frigid..."
Meath opened her mouth to speak and raised her tiny balled fists but before she could complain, Morton had already stepped forward, red with anger. "How dare you, sir!" He announced, seething with rage, "You are a scoundrel, sir! How dare you speak to a young lady in such an immature and disgraceful manner!"
Tellon appeared to have been taken by surprise by this affront to his authority but quickly took up the mantle and responded to the assault. "Don't talk to me like that, Morton!" He replied, shouting, "I warn you, those tanks that you love so much, one letter to my father and they'll be in my pocket!"
"You can be sure, sir, that every word you speak today both to me and to the poor Midshipman Meath here will be sent direct to Horse Guards and the Admiralty!" The rage-filled reply came.
"Don't test me, Morton," Tellon warned, "You have no idea what I'm capable of."

Just as things seemed as if they would boil over into vulgarity or possibly even violence, an officer of the 7th Owayan Rifle Regiment rushed into the room, "Sir, sir!" He called frantically, "Our forward patrols have reported movement, we don't know what it is but we think it's SETRA!"

HMNS Foster, Flagship
Furbish Islands Task Force
Off the coast of Matuata

"Sir, bombardment mission from Major General Tellon." Yeoman Barwick reported, "Possible enemy presence in the woods."
"Righto, Yeoman." Admiral Geronimo replied, "Comms! Signal the fleet, begin bombardment of the woods."

The messages were sent out and the task force loaded up HE shells to their respective guns, HMNS Superb, a Heavy Romulus Class Battleship, began the bombardment. She elevated her mighty 12 inch cannons and burst forth a salvo of six heavy High Explosive shells.

[Atkemri]

The N-32s (OOC:Atkemrian fighters)begin firing heat seeking missiles at the F-35s. The N-35s begin shooting at the wings at the F-35s.

The F-35s begin evasive maneuvers, shooting out flares, making the missiles over shoot, as they respond again, shooting missiles at the N-35s.

The N-32s perform evasive maneuvers and shoot at the thrusters of the F-35s

[Furbish Islands]

Sagala
7/10/2017

Furby troops have been sent to all Furbish controlled cities. They are there to defend and for humanitarian missions. The Furbish military didn't plan any offensive operations, and most likely none will happen. Upon arriving, many citizens rejoiced. They received constant shipments of supplies, and the soldiers will defend against any attacks.

Meanwhile the Laeutchian navy was spotted near the Southeastern Territories. The following message was sent:

[ FURBY ISLAND ARMED FORCES, SAGALA FIAMCP STATION -----> LAEUTCHIA FLEET ] Your ships are approaching Furbish waters that have been closed. Please identify yourselves and state the amount of ships with you, the amount of troops with you, all your cargo, and your purpose. Please wait until your request is processed and do not travel farther until otherwise told to. The waters ahead of you have been closed. This message will repeat. Your ships are approaching Furbish waters that have been closed. Please identify yourselves and state the amount of ships with you, the amount of troops with you, all your cargo, and your purpose. Please wait until your request is processed and do not travel farther until otherwise told to. The waters ahead of you have been closed. This message will repeat. Your ships are approaching Furbish waters that have been closed. Please identify yourselves and state the amount of ships with you, the amount of troops with you, all your cargo, and your purpose. Please wait until your request is processed and do not travel farther until otherwise told to. The waters ahead of you have been closed. This message will repeat. Your ships are approaching Furbish waters that have been closed. Please identify yourselves and state the amount of ships with you, the amount of troops with you, all your cargo, and your purpose. Please wait until your request is processed and do not travel farther until otherwise told to. The waters ahead of you have been closed. This message will repeat....

[Estude]

Two F-35s gets hit and dive out of the fight. The F-35s decide it was time to get up close and personal, they fire their last missiles and begin getting within cannon range of the N-32s and the N-35s.

[Laeuwen]

LNS Kingfisher
LMDF Kingfisher Fleet
Near the Southern Territories

The officer in charge of ship communications rushed over to the commanders quarters and summoned him to come quickly to the bridge. Once they were in the bridge, the Communications Officer began to play a message that had been relayed to the LNS Kingfisher and probably other Laeutchian ships in the fleet. Everyone in the room went silent as it began to play. They did not know what to expect from the Furbish, but a logical conclusion from the officers on the bridge prompted them to predict that it was simply a message to warn them away from Furbish waters.

The message stated: "Your ships are approaching Furbish waters that have been closed. Please identify yourselves and state the amount of ships with you, the amount of troops with you, all your cargo, and your purpose. Please wait until your request is processed and do not travel farther until otherwise told to. The waters ahead of you have been closed. This message will repeat."

Captain: "So what do we do now, Chief?"

Admiral Moreau: "We will turn East and maintain our path in international waters before moving South and docking in Tambo or Aubave. SETRA territory."

Intelligence Officer: "Sir, that would be risky, considering SETRA may consider us hostile and the Furbish will immediately classify us as hostile. If I am allowed to suggest and alternative, sir, we should set up our positions on the group of SETRA-held islands north of Matuata and move in from there. Once we establish our base there, we need to move West as quickly as possible and set up a base on the other side of the islands - it is a stretch but it may be easier if we deploy the Freedom Fleet to do such task, and we are also being supported by the massive strategic airlift operation which is heading to those islands currently."

Admiral Moreau: "And what do we do if the Furbish try to engage us? We can easily take them, but it will start another war between OSAN and the DEUN."

Captain: "We have more than enough firepower to hold out until help arrives, the Laeutchian Air Defence Force has deployed a decent amount of F-22A, F-15SE and F-16SV warplanes which will be deployed to airbases rapidly set up by the Laeutchian Army and will eventually build a string of airbases that go from West to East. If we are fired upon, we have the right to defend ourselves, remember, we are under peacekeeping and humanitarian aid mandate... if they fire at us, they will violate 'the joke that is international law' and we will be... justified in our response as it will be an act of aggression by the Furbish, and our politicians will believe it as such."

Admiral Moreau: "Very well then, we shall initiate this plan. Relay a message to all ships in the fleet that we are changing our course and heading East with immediate effect."

Communications Officer: "Yes sir!"

Admiral Moreau: "Captain, whats the SITREP from the deck crews and other ships? Are they ready?"

Captain: "All fixed wing and rotary wing aircraft are ready to launch with immediate effect from our ship, chief. Fully armed and fuelled. We can have pilots in the air within a minute or two of you giving the order. All surface and submarine components of the Kingfisher Fleet have checked their weapons systems, radar and countermeasures, and are ready to engage any threat."

Admiral Moreau: "Good... for all I know, we could be sailing straight into hell. You there, yes you! I want you to relay a message back to the Furbish stating that we will not comply with such... aggressive measures against an international peacekeeping and humanitarian aid mission. Declare to them that we have food, water, construction equipment and medical supplies on board but the precise mount is... not specifiable at this moment in time. I also need you to get a message up to the planes in the air about to land in SETRA territory, telling them to prepare for the worst. I don't want to be responsible for us taking casualties already, lets get moving gentlemen!"

Communications Officer: "Yes sir!"

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LAEUTCHIAN MARITIME DEFENCE FORCES, LNS KINGFISHER --------------> FURBY ISLAND ARMED FORCES, SAGALA FIAMCP STATION

This is the LNS Kingfisher, task force leader of the Kingfisher Fleet of the Laeutchian Maritime Defence Forces.

We are on an international peacekeeping and humanitarian aid mission sanctioned by the Laeutchian government and OASN authorities.

There is no hostile intention intended to be sent to the Furbish by this fleet, however the Kingfisher and her fleet are capable to defend themselves.

We cannot comply with such difficult orders, we can only specify that we have amounts of food, water, construction equipment and medical supplies on board.

The Kingfisher Fleet will proceed to change course and avoid entering Furbish territorial waters.

The next message was transmitted to the swarm of Laeutchian transport and fighter aircraft currently heading towards SETRA territory.

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LAEUTCHIAN MARITIME DEFENCE FORCES, LNS KINGFISHER --------------> LAEUTCHIAN AIR DEFENCE FORCES, LEADER UNKNOWN

This is the LNS Kingfisher, task force leader of the Kingfisher Fleet of the Laeutchian Maritime Defence Forces.

Be advised, we have just had a run in with the Furbish, however it was only radio contact as of this moment.

Maintain a low altitude and continue to your objectives but stay cautious.

Avoid contact with the Furbish at all costs.

Do not fire on SETRA forces unless they fire upon you.

High Command is already dealing with ensuring SETRA will not open fire.

The final message was sent over a secret radio channel which transferred encrypted and scrambled analogue data to prevent spies tapping in.

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LAEUTCHIAN MARITIME DEFENCE FORCES, LNS KINGFISHER --------------> SOUTHERN TERRITORIES RED ARMY, LEADER UNKNOWN

This is the LNS Kingfisher, task force leader of the Kingfisher Fleet of the Laeutchian Maritime Defence Forces.

Massive scores of Laeutchian ships and aircraft are approaching SETRA territory soon from the East and West.

We are friendly, repeat, we are friendly, so do nos engage our forces.

With that, the Kingfisher and her fleet began to turn West from their positions so that they were now heading East and not into Furbish waters, and continued their journey.

[Furbish Islands]

Sagala
7/10/2017, evening
The following message was sent to Laeutchia's fleet:

[ FURBY ISLAND ARMED FORCES, SAGALA FIAMCP STATION -----> LAEUTCHIAN MARITIME DEFENCE FORCES, LNS KINGFISHER ] We believe your response is adequate. And we would like to clarify that we do not want any hostilities with you. We intend to avoid all unnecessary hostilities.

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General Boo-Kye: I sense that something wrong will happen.

Governor Koh-Nee: I'm sure we all do. *everybody nods* But I doubt anything will happen. This is a humanitarian operation, and if they launch any attack, I'm sure that's against the international law. Nations like us that ignore it are rare. And any Laeutchian attack would result in all of the nations that joined the Furbish side to attack them.

Admiral Doo-Loo: And I doubt they know how many ships we have. Currently all naval ships in the area are corvettes and a few frigates. But Pacific Fleet Alpha is capable of taking them out, and not too far away. If they attack, they are waking up the sleeping giant. And if they do, they're in for a nice surprise.

Boo-Kye: Yes. Them attack us will only hurt them. And we will NOT attack them. I'm sure the FISS can deal with them, especially since the FISS seems to be immune to Furbish law.

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[REDACTED]
7/10/2017, evening

[REDACTED](1): Good evening. Anything important?

[REDACTED](2): Not much. However, two telegrams have been intercepted. And the second one is complete nonsense.

[REDACTED](1): Hmm. I'm confused why the first one wasn't encoded. But that one we can ignore. All we know from that is the either FIAMCP Sagala was doing it's job, or that there are imposters.

[REDACTED](2): I believe the second contains some valuable information. It must've been sent to other Laeutchian ships, or Lifulau. We'll know if our spies in SETRA send us the telegram.

[REDACTED](1): Fair enough. But we NEED to make sure that they don't know that we're gathering intelligence on them. And I want all arms found in SETRA's custody disposed of through any means necessary. Even if it means dumping them into the ocean.

[Kuzag]

KPA Expeditionary Forces to Furbish Islands
Lonva, "Liberated Zone"

A second part to the Kuzagi People's Army's forces providing assistance to SETRA would arrive in Lonva, here they could be quickly deployed to the battle in Matuata, which was raging fiercely, or to the SETRA headquarters city of Lifulau in the event that the counter-revolutionary forces would strike directly at that city, which the Kuzagi general staff was rather confident in the possibility of; with so many nations coming to the aid of the Furbish bourgeoisie state the pessimistic generals were convinced the enemy's fleets could simply converge and sail directly to Lifulau unopposed. The placement of both the troops and the aid cargo in Lonva also had another supposed advantage according to the staff, while both Lifulau and Matuata were in reasonable distance, placing forces and goods here avoided risking exposing them to hostiles.

500 soldiers would arrive in Lonva alongside 25 vehicles, of which 15 were trucks, 4 were BRDM-2 armoured scout cars and 6 were BTR-80s. There were also 6 mortars for the artillery battery. In addition to the combat troops, the freighters from Kuzag unloaded crates after crates of supplies intended to bolster SETRA's strength. The goods consisted of 10 BTR-80 vehicles, hundreds of Kalashnikov-family assault rifles, other small arms, hundreds of crates of ammunition of various calibers, 20 heavy machine guns, 10 mortars, 12 Konkurs anti-tank missile launchers with dozens of missiles, 10 Strela-3 surface-to-air missile launchers, and 20 utility trucks. It was hoped by the Kuzagi authorities that had went through the trouble of having to acquire these from military surplus stocks that the weapons could effectively contribute to a stronger, more combat-effective SETRA. More of these cargo crates were on their way to SETRA-controlled ports.

The Kuzagi People's Army command would contact SETRA commanders in SETRA, informing them of the arrival of another expeditionary assistance unit, while also requesting advice on where to deploy the forces. It was assumed the soldiers would be most needed in Lifulau where those aiding the bourgeoisie government have already trained their artillery on SETRA troops there, but the generals decided to not take any chances and believed it would be best if all movements and actions could be coordinated especially with the local comrades they were intending to aid.

[Atkemri]

Two F-35s gets hit and dive out of the fight. The F-35s decide it was time to get up close and personal, they fire their last missiles and begin getting within cannon range of the N-32s and the N-35s.

Roman Kacik was watching the battle from the main battleship.He talks to himself "5 planes down. That's too many losses for something of this scale."
A man walks into the captains quarters "Sir they seem to be getting desperate." Roman turns around and smiles "It's time to finish them. Do we have those drones?" The man answers "Yes we do sir." Roman laughs "It's kamikaze time." He replies "Yes sir." 10 drones fly into the battle charging directly into the F-35s.

[Estude]

Two F-35s gets hit and dive out of the fight. The F-35s decide it was time to get up close and personal, they fire their last missiles and begin getting within cannon range of the N-32s and the N-35s.

Roman Kacik was watching the battle from the main battleship.He talks to himself "5 planes down. That's too many losses for something of this scale."
A man walks into the captains quarters "Sir they seem to be getting desperate." Roman turns around and smiles "It's time to finish them. Do we have those drones?" The man answers "Yes we do sir." Roman laughs "It's kamikaze time." He replies "Yes sir." 10 drones fly into the battle charging directly into the F-35s.

Wingman Charlie craned his head towards the drones "We got drones on our 9' Clock!". The drones were not slowing down, he realized it was aiming directly at him. "They're trying to ra-", his radio was cut short as the drone ripped into the fuselage, separating the cockpit from the rest of the plane. There was no ejection. "Flight lead, we have to call in reinforcements!" one pilot cried out. The flight lead was about to respond when another drone took off his right elevator, making him loose control of the aircraft. The rest of the F-35s began going full throttle with after burner, back to the Estudean airstrip down south, radioing in more reinforcements to take their place. Before they could make it, two more got knocked out by the kamikaze drones.

[Vymar]

0550 HOURS

3 amphibious assault ships just outside of Kanton awaited the siren to let go of the 5,000 troops kept in them. AAV7s and ICVs revved their engines as they prepared to sail head on into the SETRA coalition. The Corvettes had been hitting the shores for hours, and the B-52s bombing the city as a whole. Everyone inside their ships were shaking. It had been 20 years since the Vymarians staged such a mass invasion. This would be a major test of their mettle.

The siren wailed, and the ships let go of the swamps of vehicles that now stormed towards the beach head of Kanton. Artillery shells ripped through the sky and smashed into the ocean, rocking the vehicles back and forth. Some prone to sea sickness puked in their own vehicles. Smoke shells began to pummel the shores, trying to set up some type of defense for the bare naval assault. Once they hit the shores, 20 vehicles had been knocked out, along with all their crew. The Vymarians stormed the beach, receiving and returning fire against the SETRA fighters.

[The United Remnants of America]

General Benjamin McAffee

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The Enclave, URA

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7/4/2017 - 08:15

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The Enclave was an affectionate name for the Remnant Military Central Command and Control Headquarters. It was referred to as the Enclave for two reasons. The first was that the official name of the building wasn't catchy, and the second was a more direct reference to the fact that the Enclave was a warren of offices and miles of hallways. This was the true chair force of the Military, and housed the highest levels of command from all the main branches of the military as well as liaisons from the other branches. On top of the thousands of government employees that called this installation home, there were almost as many contracted personnel that had offices here.

One of the largest personal offices in the Enclave was on the top floor of the building and nestled into a corner so windows could be on two walls. General Benjamin McAffee was still technically a general, and had the four gold stars on his black rank slide to prove it. And while that was technically the second-highest rank in the military, the highest rank of Field Marshal and Fleet Admiral was currently held by no one in uniform, which meant he had the highest seniority of anyone. Add that on top of that fact that he held the highest uniformed position of Commander in Chief of the Remnant Military, and the third-most powerful man in the URA because of that, and the nuances of his rank really didn't matter.

Despite the size of his office, only two men sat across from his redwood desk. They were actually both friends of his and longtime coworkers and comrades, which made the bureaucracy of this meeting all the more informal. The first one was a younger man, almost by two decades. Brigadier General Brent Wolffe was the commanding officer of Remnant Operational Command, a relatively new post that was a unified command of the URA's three special forces units: Sentinels, Vanguard, and Marshals. Wolffe had previously been the commander of the Sentinels, but when McAffee himself had decided that the special forces needed to be jointly commanded, he'd offered Wolffe the position and allowed Wolffe's Executive Officer to take over the Sentinel CO position. The second was a woman in her fifties was Commander Susan Grey. Grey was in a beige uniform only marked with her name slide. That was the most telling feature of what she did. While almost every uniform in the Remnant Military across all branches including dress-up or dress-down were grey with black markings, and it wasn't uncommon to see unmarked uniforms for special operations forces, there was one group that wore beige, and they might be one of the more controversial units. Commander Susan Grey was the commanding officer of the CPD, the contracted personnel division.

While the Remnant Military was an efficient and well-organized machine, previous conflicts had spawned situations where a national military hadn't been a good response, either due to politics, publicity, or both. Due to this, the URA had started to issue contracts to PMCs, foreign legions, mercenaries, and private individuals to handle situations that uniformed troops shouldn't or couldn't be used in. At first, this was an ad-hoc unit, but as it gained size due to the eagerness of having these personnel on permanent retainer, it had been decided to make it a more official command. They were organized into the CPD, and while individual units retained more or less independence, a small command staff had been moved out of the military to oversee their operation. Commander Grey was one the leader of this team, and while it had grown with foreigners rising through the CPD ranks over the years, it was still a disproportionately small command unit for a CPD that numbered in the hundreds of thousands.

MacAffee watched as Grey and Wolffe looked over their briefing files again. Both had already read this over several times, but there had been a couple changes in the past few hours as the situation was always fluid, especially when other nations were coming as well. When both sets of eyes had left the papers and had met his, he decided to speak, "Opinions?

Grey was the first to respond, "This doesn't seem like something we should care about. At all."

Wolffe nodded, "Agreed. Why did President Drake and SecDef decide this was our problem? Nobody else in the Chiefs wants this, either." The ROC commander was a Joint Chiefs of Staff-level position in the Remnant Military, of which there were eight chairs. MacAffee technically presided over the Chiefs, but rarely sat in on their meetings.

McAffee held his hands up, fingers spread in a show of surrender, "I know, I know. I talked with PURA and SecDef. It's apparently been awhile since we've tried to reach out and win influence through force, so that's what they want done."

Grey and Wolffe both looked at McAffee with blank faces, so he continued, "Peacekeeping. We apparently are supposed to have boots on the ground to provide peacekeeping and assist with civilians. Or at least that's the official role."

Two simultaneous nods. Grey and Wolffe had been around long enough to know the doublespeak that came from politics. Grey asked, "So what's the unofficial role?"

McAffee nodded, knowing the inevitable question would have to come. It wasn't in the briefings. "Well. Our government doesn't like SETRA, obviously. And for similar reasons, the Furbish government is less than idealistic. So, that aside, anyone in-theater is supposed to look for friendly third-parties to assist while also making sure to keep any nearby civilians alive. Personally, I'd rather us avoid direct conflict between either side and their foreign support simply because I know how the CPD works and is supplied and this will be mainly staffed by your people, Grey." Grey nodded and sighed. CPD had been nicknamed the Suicide Corps. Due to them mainly being foreigners or private contractors, the CPD was armed mostly with outdated military equipment, and was almost always outmatched when deployed. They'd avoided any massive losses for now, but that was bound to change eventually.

Wolffe shrugged, "Okay, so it's a CPD mission. Benjie, why am I here?" Wolffe asked even though he knew the answer already.

"Which Sentinel battalion is on-call?" McAffee asked.

Wolffe sighed and looked up at the ceiling, "Ahh... 2nd Battalion."

"Who's that?"

"Dickerson."

McAffee nodded. Captain Dickerson was an alright kid and one of the more accomplished Sentinel commanders. There were eight Sentinel battalions. While the Vanguard were the very-heavy firepower special forces that existed mainly for patriotism, and the Marshals were only three companies large and barely ever made the media due to the nature of what they did, the Sentinels were the main special forces unit in the URA. One of the eight battalions was always on-call for three months at a time in two-year cycles. On-call meant that the battalion was ready to be mobilized and shipped to a distant theater at the drop of a hat while the other seven battalions were either on leave or in backup levels of readiness.

McAffee looked at the briefing. "Alright. Wolffe, run a line down to Dickerson and tell him to get ready. Grey, I'm giving you and Wolffe the final say in what goes and what doesn't go. Just try and keep the support for Dickerson relatively small so it doesn't look like an invasion force. I trust you to do that.

Grey and Wolffe nodded, with Grey replying, "Yes, sir."

"Barring any questions, you're both dismissed. Go get this organized. I'm guessing the main transport will be ships, so I want to see sails set by the end of the week."

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Captain Conan Bilbrey

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International Waters, 1200 Kilometers East of Furbish Islands

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7/11/2017 - 00:30

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On the surface of the night water, an observer would only see fifteen vessels total. Only ten of them were travelling under their own power. The two largest ships were two Mercy-class hospital ships that sat in the center of the small fleet. They'd been repainted several times in their four decades of service. Originally part of the eight-ship-long Hera-class of the Remnant Navy, there were now only seven vessels. They'd long since been deactivated from official navy service, and the ships had spent a long time in drydock until appropriated by the CPD to be used as supply and transport vessels. They were cleaned out and readied. It was in CPD that the first Hera-class was sunk. Now, the Hera and Saintly Destiny were steaming at almost 12 knots to their destination. While the two former hospital ships were almost entirely unarmed, and unarmored, the CPD had tried to make up for that. While in service, they had crews of a couple thousand, but since they were now no more than transports, it didn't take all 40 hands on the vessel to keep it running. That meant night patrols on the deck, armed with old MANPADS and cheap NVGs to at least add some measure of safety to the ships. Each hospital ship was stuffed full with supplies. Food, medicine, clothing, and even small arms. The Saintly Destiny had an additional task. She was weighted down with less supplies than her sister ship. That was balanced out by the heavy mooring cord stretching from behind the ship.

Attached to the mooring cord were five ships. The first was an LCAC-1. There were four LCAC-1's in service to the CPD, and all four had been prepared for this trip. Sadly, this LCAC had to be the "odd ship out" and was relegated to "cord duty" as the 5-man crew had called it. The LCAC was currently without crew, as they'd taken up residence aboard the Saintly Destiny for the trip. They'd move back aboard their vessel to unload the vehicles and supplies that were stored on the LCAC. Behind the air-cushioned landing craft were four more vessels. The CPD also had four LCM-8 mechanized landing craft in service, and again, all four had been mobilized for this trip. Each was nearly sixty years old, and just like the hospital ships, had had a long service in the Remnant Navy before being mothballed. Most of their sister ships had been recycled, torn apart for their metal, or used for target practice by newer ships. Four were left when the CPD got a hold of them so they could be used for amphibious landings alongside the LCAC-1s, which were also a Remnant Navy holdover. The Navy had built 4 LCAC-1s before finding a foreign supplier to buy LCACs from, thus decommissioning their own and sending them to the CPD. The mechanized landing craft crews were likewise aboard the Saintly Destiny since their own ships weren't good for seafaring transport.

2 kilometers ahead of the dual hospital ships was the jewel of this small task fleet. The Wasp-Class LHD was known by its code as XAAS-6 since it was never named. It and the other eight Wasps in the CPD's possession had been bought from a PMC that was going out of business. They were now crewed with private contractors. It was the best-outfitted vessel in the task fleet. The other three LCAC-1s were in the LHD's well deck. In addition, the Sentinels that were being brought to the Furbish Islands were aboard the vessel, which had room for almost double the troops they were transporting. RIM-116 missiles, RIM-7 missiles, chain guns, and CIWS made sure the XAAS-6 was protected, as well as the complement of VTOLs and Sea Stallions that had been brought on the trip. Some of the Sea Stallions had been outfitted with ASW equipment, just in case it was necessary for the trip.

Further out on either side of the hospital ships were the LCU-31 and LCU-32. Soter-class utility landing craft, based on the Runnymede-class were larger than the LCM-8s and the LCAC-1s and were able to just barely handle the oceanic travel. Their ten-man crews had stayed aboard their vessels, mainly to watch over the Humvees and crates of ammunition and small arms they were each carrying. There were a total of 32 Soter-class ships, all of which served the CPD after the Remnant Navy had replaced them a few years ago. The 31 and 32 were the newest vessels out of the class. Like the other, smaller landing craft that had come along, they had a slightly different mission than the larger ships. While the fleet was headed to Matuata Island base in the southeastern corner of the Furbish Islands, the landing craft would be using their smaller riverine-able size to carry out operations and transport in the island chain due to the potential danger of running a blue-water ship aground on an atoll.

In a five-pointed star ring around the other ships, about three kilometers out, were the newest additions to the CPD's naval arm. Five Recurve-class missile corvettes. At 80 meters long, the small ships were armed to the teeth, and the crew of 24 had a small arsenal prepared for their defense of the fleets. 40 VLS tubes, two forward torpedo tubes, a 57 mm dual-barrel gun, two 30mm CIWS, 4 .50 caliber guided guns, 4 extra pintle-mounted .50 caliber guns, a complement of sonar decoys, and a towed sonar array. For any vessel that approached the fleet too closely, the Wasp LHD was the major threat, but the five Recurves wouldn't be a non-issue.

A hundred meters under the fleet, further out than that Recurves, was a second, outer ring of defense. Four Barbel-class submarines were deployed to assist the surface fleet. The Remnant Navy had, in their zest of submarines, ordered a little over 90 of the vessels over six decades ago and had used them as a the naval front line defense to any threat. But since they were built, they'd become massively outdated. They'd all been decommissioned long ago, and mothballed, but the CPD had taken them all to use. The Barbels in this task force were the last Barbels to be rolled off the lines, and thus were almost twenty years newer than the first Barbels. Still, though, they would be no match against a superior submarine, but each had six torpedo tubes, meaning that the four subs could launch 24 21-inch torpedos at once, which was still a threat, especially for surface vessels that weren't looking for the diesel-electric submarines.

Ten-thousand feet above the fleet was the mainstay of the Support Battalion. Five airships floated soundlessly in the night sky. The largest one of them being a Nimbus-class transport zeppelin, carried the majority of the Patriot missile battalion's equipment and personnel. The crew of the patriot system was on the LHD down below, but their equipment was in the air above them, an ironic twist of fate for an air defense missile battery. Surrounding the transport zeppelin were a further three smaller airships that had a transport role to carry the extra missile defense equipment, as well as a secondary role of general ground support. 150 kilometers ahead of the four airships, and twenty-thousand feet higher in the air, a fifth slightly smaller airship floated. This airship had no crew on it, as the crew of six remotely-controlled it from one of the three support airships. This Cirrus-class airship acted as an ELINT platform, using an AEW radar as well as a ground-directed radar system. The airship also contained several communications relays. The Cirrus might as well have been a low-flying recon and communications satellite.

The entire surface and subsurface fleet was moving at nearly 12 knots, meaning it would take roughly four days from their current position to reach the Furbish Islands. The airships were trying to not overtake the ships below them, and it required a weaving pattern to not get too far ahead of their surface-based comrades. For now, they were operating quietly. Nobody knew they were coming, other than those back home in the URA, and that was the intention. However, there would be a little forewarning for the Furbish government.


Captain Homer Shallow

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International Waters, 250 Kilometers East of Furbish Islands

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7/11/2017 - 00:35

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Far ahead of the task fleet, two C-37B aircraft flew towards the Furbish Islands, one ahead of the other. The CPD had acquired 8 total C-37Bs from the Remnant Air Force when they'd been replaced by a slightly shorter-range aircraft. That let the CPD finally have a way to transport VIPs and other personnel.

As it was, one of the commanding officers of the task fleet, Captain Homer Shallow, as well as a few of the CPD's other key personnel were aboard the two planes. They were completely unarmed, and including the crews, they carried 42 people. They were at 25,000 feet and descending, slowing from their cruising speed of 450 knots. The pilots of the Gulfstreams had just announced to their cabins that they had about fifteen minutes until they landed. The goal was to land them ahead of the arriving fleet in the Furbish Islands, first to set up a communication with the Furbish Islands government and prepare operations as well as the arrival of their fleet.

The pilot of the leading Gulfstream checked his GPS and radar. He was about 250 kilometers out from Matuata Island Base. He figured some shore radar or ATC should've picked him up by now, but they might simply be focused somewhere else. He'd heard there was quite a fight going on around the islands, and they'd taken pains to track out a "safe" route to avoid being blown out of the sky. They were unarmed and could easily identify as civilian or government service planes. That wouldn't stop a trigger-happy SAM or fighter plane from taking them out for no reason.

The pilot opened a radio frequency that was an open channel. "Any Furbish Islands Air Traffic Control or Ground Control, this is CPD Alpha-Gulf-Zero-Four requesting landing clearance and vectors. Alpha-Gulf-Zero-Three is trailing me by roughly twenty kilometers. We will be over Matuata Island Base in... 14 minutes, 30 seconds. Again, this is CPD Alpha-Gulf-Zero-Four and trail CPD Alpha-Gulf-Zero-Three requesting landing clearance and vectors, how copy?"

The pilot looked over his GPS again and checked it against the notepad sitting between him and his copilot where he'd scrawled vectors. The fleet was probably about a thousand kilometers behind him now. Hopefully, he could drop Captain Shallow off and get the fuck out of here before the fleet got here and he was forced to ferry commanders across a country that was a warzone. He just wanted to go back home. Why he wanted to quit being a civvie airliner to work in the CPD was a question he no longer asked himself. The pay was better, sure, but the fact he was basically a mercenary, despite never firing a gun in his life made him rethink his life choices.

[Southeastern Territories Red Army]

Furbish Islands Task Force
Matuata Coast, Landing Beach

"So..." Major General Tellon said, leaning on the sandbag wall of his impromptu headquarters, "Midshipman Meath, I don't suppose you've got a special someone?"
Meath, with a face of suppressed disgust replied, "No, sir, I'm seventeen and in the King's Navy... My only love is my ship, sir."

In the corner of the improvised building, a small gaggle of officers from the Elson Lancers along with Major General Elpenor muttered amongst themselves. "Poor girl," Sir Stanley Morton mused, "He's a promiscuous little twerp, isn't he?"
The opinion was shared by Lieutenant Colonel Isador Gilbert, the commander of Morton's engineers. "Aye," he agreed, "The wee bugger needs to learn some manners, that Jenny looks like she could eat 'im whole."

"They've got you lot firmly celibate, haven't they?" Tellon remarked, scoffing, "Could almost call you Jennies frigid..."
Meath opened her mouth to speak and raised her tiny balled fists but before she could complain, Morton had already stepped forward, red with anger. "How dare you, sir!" He announced, seething with rage, "You are a scoundrel, sir! How dare you speak to a young lady in such an immature and disgraceful manner!"
Tellon appeared to have been taken by surprise by this affront to his authority but quickly took up the mantle and responded to the assault. "Don't talk to me like that, Morton!" He replied, shouting, "I warn you, those tanks that you love so much, one letter to my father and they'll be in my pocket!"
"You can be sure, sir, that every word you speak today both to me and to the poor Midshipman Meath here will be sent direct to Horse Guards and the Admiralty!" The rage-filled reply came.
"Don't test me, Morton," Tellon warned, "You have no idea what I'm capable of."

Just as things seemed as if they would boil over into vulgarity or possibly even violence, an officer of the 7th Owayan Rifle Regiment rushed into the room, "Sir, sir!" He called frantically, "Our forward patrols have reported movement, we don't know what it is but we think it's SETRA!"

HMNS Foster, Flagship
Furbish Islands Task Force
Off the coast of Matuata

"Sir, bombardment mission from Major General Tellon." Yeoman Barwick reported, "Possible enemy presence in the woods."
"Righto, Yeoman." Admiral Geronimo replied, "Comms! Signal the fleet, begin bombardment of the woods."

The messages were sent out and the task force loaded up HE shells to their respective guns, HMNS Superb, a Heavy Romulus Class Battleship, began the bombardment. She elevated her mighty 12 inch cannons and burst forth a salvo of six heavy High Explosive shells.

After the attack, SETRA forces regrouped behind a few large trees. They realized that they can't hold out an attack for much longer, and they might relieve Matuata before reinforcements arrived. SETRA had a new goal, which was to hold out against the attack and take the city as soon as possible. Most placed booby traps around the area, and hid farther behind them. A few climbed the trees and hid in the leaves, and they will drop grenades or shoot anyone that got past the booby traps.

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LAEUTCHIAN MARITIME DEFENCE FORCES, LNS KINGFISHER --------------> SOUTHERN TERRITORIES RED ARMY, LEADER UNKNOWN

This is the LNS Kingfisher, task force leader of the Kingfisher Fleet of the Laeutchian Maritime Defence Forces.

Massive scores of Laeutchian ships and aircraft are approaching SETRA territory soon from the East and West.

We are friendly, repeat, we are friendly, so do nos engage our forces.

With that, the Kingfisher and her fleet began to turn West from their positions so that they were now heading East and not into Furbish waters, and continued their journey.

After reading through the message, SETRA leaders discussed it and replied with the following:

[ SOUTHEASTERN TERRITORIES RED ARMY HEADQUARTERS -----> LAEUTCHIAN MARITIME DEFENCE FORCES, LNS KINGFISHER ] We have received your message. We would like to know where you are headed for, and what your intentions are.

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KPA Expeditionary Forces to Furbish Islands
Lonva, "Liberated Zone"

A second part to the Kuzagi People's Army's forces providing assistance to SETRA would arrive in Lonva, here they could be quickly deployed to the battle in Matuata, which was raging fiercely, or to the SETRA headquarters city of Lifulau in the event that the counter-revolutionary forces would strike directly at that city, which the Kuzagi general staff was rather confident in the possibility of; with so many nations coming to the aid of the Furbish bourgeoisie state the pessimistic generals were convinced the enemy's fleets could simply converge and sail directly to Lifulau unopposed. The placement of both the troops and the aid cargo in Lonva also had another supposed advantage according to the staff, while both Lifulau and Matuata were in reasonable distance, placing forces and goods here avoided risking exposing them to hostiles.

500 soldiers would arrive in Lonva alongside 25 vehicles, of which 15 were trucks, 4 were BRDM-2 armoured scout cars and 6 were BTR-80s. There were also 6 mortars for the artillery battery. In addition to the combat troops, the freighters from Kuzag unloaded crates after crates of supplies intended to bolster SETRA's strength. The goods consisted of 10 BTR-80 vehicles, hundreds of Kalashnikov-family assault rifles, other small arms, hundreds of crates of ammunition of various calibers, 20 heavy machine guns, 10 mortars, 12 Konkurs anti-tank missile launchers with dozens of missiles, 10 Strela-3 surface-to-air missile launchers, and 20 utility trucks. It was hoped by the Kuzagi authorities that had went through the trouble of having to acquire these from military surplus stocks that the weapons could effectively contribute to a stronger, more combat-effective SETRA. More of these cargo crates were on their way to SETRA-controlled ports.

The Kuzagi People's Army command would contact SETRA commanders in SETRA, informing them of the arrival of another expeditionary assistance unit, while also requesting advice on where to deploy the forces. It was assumed the soldiers would be most needed in Lifulau where those aiding the bourgeoisie government have already trained their artillery on SETRA troops there, but the generals decided to not take any chances and believed it would be best if all movements and actions could be coordinated especially with the local comrades they were intending to aid.

Troops from Kuzag were greeted with open arms. Fighters and civilians alike were cheering, just like with the arrival of Soviet Meridia and Estude. The leader of Lonva greeted them personally, and asked them about their current plans.

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0550 HOURS

3 amphibious assault ships just outside of Kanton awaited the siren to let go of the 5,000 troops kept in them. AAV7s and ICVs revved their engines as they prepared to sail head on into the SETRA coalition. The Corvettes had been hitting the shores for hours, and the B-52s bombing the city as a whole. Everyone inside their ships were shaking. It had been 20 years since the Vymarians staged such a mass invasion. This would be a major test of their mettle.

The siren wailed, and the ships let go of the swamps of vehicles that now stormed towards the beach head of Kanton. Artillery shells ripped through the sky and smashed into the ocean, rocking the vehicles back and forth. Some prone to sea sickness puked in their own vehicles. Smoke shells began to pummel the shores, trying to set up some type of defense for the bare naval assault. Once they hit the shores, 20 vehicles had been knocked out, along with all their crew. The Vymarians stormed the beach, receiving and returning fire against the SETRA fighters.

SETRA's first line of defense began shooting. They were hidden in the safety of a jungle, but has a hard time with enemy vehicles. The first line of defense wasn't made to hold out for long. They wanted the enemies to get into the jungle, which is where SETRA troops can easily take them out. They first attacked to reduce the amount of entering troops. Once the enemies enter the jungle, SETRA will shoot from any direction, and they will fight using any means necessary. After all, they're a guerilla force, and they are trained to fight dirty.

[Atkemri]

Roman Kacik was watching the battle from the main battleship.He talks to himself "5 planes down. That's too many losses for something of this scale."
A man walks into the captains quarters "Sir they seem to be getting desperate." Roman turns around and smiles "It's time to finish them. Do we have those drones?" The man answers "Yes we do sir." Roman laughs "It's kamikaze time." He replies "Yes sir." 10 drones fly into the battle charging directly into the F-35s.

Wingman Charlie craned his head towards the drones "We got drones on our 9' Clock!". The drones were not slowing down, he realized it was aiming directly at him. "They're trying to ra-", his radio was cut short as the drone ripped into the fuselage, separating the cockpit from the rest of the plane. There was no ejection. "Flight lead, we have to call in reinforcements!" one pilot cried out. The flight lead was about to respond when another drone took off his right elevator, making him loose control of the aircraft. The rest of the F-35s began going full throttle with after burner, back to the Estudean airstrip down south, radioing in more reinforcements to take their place. Before they could make it, two more got knocked out by the kamikaze drones.

Roman talks into a radio to the rest of the fleet there "We need two Cruisers now!" As the Cruisers get there the N-32s fire at the airstrip.

[Estude]

The F-35s commit to a crash landing as the airfield begins to erupt in bullet fire. SAMs are launched and the entire sky fills up with anti-air cannon fire. A commander in one of the radio tower screams into his radio "We need our Destroyers and Corvettes to report to the following coordinates, we are getting ripped up out here!". As the commander reported the coordinates, a fighter wing of 6 F-35s that were on patrol 10 kilometers above the fighting dived down and began firing their missiles at the N-32s.

[Atkemri]

The F-35s commit to a crash landing as the airfield begins to erupt in bullet fire. SAMs are launched and the entire sky fills up with anti-air cannon fire. A commander in one of the radio tower screams into his radio "We need our Destroyers and Corvettes to report to the following coordinates, we are getting ripped up out here!". As the commander reported the coordinates, a fighter wing of 6 F-35s that were on patrol 10 kilometers above the fighting dived down and began firing their missiles at the N-32s.

N-32s begin going down. Then the Cruisers arrive and shoot at the airstrip. Bombers are diverted from their original course to strike at the airstrip using fire bombs.

[Kuzag]

0550 HOURS

3 amphibious assault ships just outside of Kanton awaited the siren to let go of the 5,000 troops kept in them. AAV7s and ICVs revved their engines as they prepared to sail head on into the SETRA coalition. The Corvettes had been hitting the shores for hours, and the B-52s bombing the city as a whole. Everyone inside their ships were shaking. It had been 20 years since the Vymarians staged such a mass invasion. This would be a major test of their mettle.

The siren wailed, and the ships let go of the swamps of vehicles that now stormed towards the beach head of Kanton. Artillery shells ripped through the sky and smashed into the ocean, rocking the vehicles back and forth. Some prone to sea sickness puked in their own vehicles. Smoke shells began to pummel the shores, trying to set up some type of defense for the bare naval assault. Once they hit the shores, 20 vehicles had been knocked out, along with all their crew. The Vymarians stormed the beach, receiving and returning fire against the SETRA fighters.

KPA Expeditionary Forces to Furbish Islands
Kanton

The Kuzagi freighter and its two compliment boats had the Kanton harbor in their sights when they begin to hear the rumbling of artillery from the northern direction. This alerted the soldiers on the ships. The soldiers considered this sudden alteration unwelcome, but they were quite prepared for it; they were, before setting on this journey to a land many did not even hear of previously, informed of the possibility that the 'welcoming fireworks will be that of enemy artillery', and that 'celebratory music will be that of machine-gun fire'. Some of the soldiers had participated in past military exercises where similar scenarios were presented, here they would reassure their younger comrades on the certain infallibility of their plans for combat.

As soon as the ships had docked, large hatches on them would be released and form bridges for soldiers and materiel to be moved over onto the ground. The Kuzagi soldiers hurried their disembarkation, such that the crew of the freighter could get to unloading the armaments and supplies on board with more time before an enemy bomb dooms them all to a trip to Irkalla. The boxes full with weapons and supplies would be simply slid off the ramps and right onto vehicles that would carry them to warehouses where they would perhaps be safe. The soldiers rallied 200m away from the harbor, made a count of personnel, and after ensuring every member of the expeditionary battalion had managed to soundly make through the arrival the unit marched off to battle.

Officers of the KPA met with SETRA commanders nearby. After exchanging greetings, which were shortened due to the dire situation around them, the Kuzagi men asked, "We know the island is under attack, may we acquire information on your forces' distribution, positions and organization, as well as recommendations for where our unit should be deployed to?" Earlier on they had learnt of the Vymarian attack, the commanders knew that the enemy brought a very large force, the Kuzagis would be outnumbered and outgunned wherever they defended, but they were prepared for such circumstances, which happened all too often in wars.

The Kuzagi unit in Kanton had 15 utility trucks, 5 BRDM scout cars and 3 BTR-80 vehicles, as well as 7 mortars forming its artillery section. The trucks would be used mainly to haul infantry but 5 of them will be used as improvised combat vehicles instead, anti-aircraft guns - excellent for engaging enemy infantry - as well as anti-tank missiles - in case the opponents brought armour with them - were installed on the trucks selected for this mission. There were sufficient anti-tank and anti-air weapons, as well as engineers and medical personnel in the battalion, to ensure the unit's effectiveness in combat. The men, clad in their camouflage uniforms and ballistic armor, eagerly welcomed the battle.

[Atkemri]

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[Estude]

The F-35s commit to a crash landing as the airfield begins to erupt in bullet fire. SAMs are launched and the entire sky fills up with anti-air cannon fire. A commander in one of the radio tower screams into his radio "We need our Destroyers and Corvettes to report to the following coordinates, we are getting ripped up out here!". As the commander reported the coordinates, a fighter wing of 6 F-35s that were on patrol 10 kilometers above the fighting dived down and began firing their missiles at the N-32s.

N-32s begin going down. Then the Cruisers arrive and shoot at the airstrip. Bombers are diverted from their original course to strike at the airstrip using fire bombs.

The airstrip goes up in flames, however, some SAM's and Surface to Surface Missiles stayed operational. The SAM's changed to firing at the bombers, and the ground to ground missiles fired at the cruisers. One thing that the few remaining soldiers at the airstrip knew, the airstrip would be rendered unusable by the end of the battle. Destroyers and Corvettes arrive on the scene and open up upon the Cruisers, sending large salvos over the waters. 2 F-35s break away and begin to engage the bombers, cannon fire and missiles opening up on the bombers.

[Atkemri]

N-32s begin going down. Then the Cruisers arrive and shoot at the airstrip. Bombers are diverted from their original course to strike at the airstrip using fire bombs.

The airstrip goes up in flames, however, some SAM's and Surface to Surface Missiles stayed operational. The SAM's changed to firing at the bombers, and the ground to ground missiles fired at the cruisers. One thing that the few remaining soldiers at the airstrip knew, the airstrip would be rendered unusable by the end of the battle. Destroyers and Corvettes arrive on the scene and open up upon the Cruisers, sending large salvos over the waters. 2 F-35s break away and begin to engage the bombers, cannon fire and missiles opening up on the bombers.

Roman Kacik was still monitoring the battle. He was visually disturbed. He calls to the logistics manager. "Do we have any battleships near us?" The logistics manger looks at a clipboard "Yes sir we brought three. And if they are still in their posts.they should be about a hour away." Roman turns to him "Send all three and pull back the cruisers."

[Estude]

The Corvettes and Destroyers continued firing upon the cruisers as they retreated, making sure to stay within the bounds of the airstrip to provide support to the F-35s. An officer in one of the F-35s, just racking up another kill craned his head to the right. "Are those battleships?".

[Vymar]

ISLAND OF KANTON

The Vymarian troops unloaded into the beach. Most if not all of the beach head was clear, All 50 XM-3s rolled into the beach head, occasionally sending a shot into a machine gun nest. The SETRA troops had managed to kill 500 troops and wound another 500. However it didn't matter, they were to continue into the forest, where they suspected the largest amount of Setra troops would be in. 10 F-16s roared over Kanton, ready to begin bombing the forest with napalm at any moment. The troops began marching into the forest, wary about the incoming SETRA troops

2 HOURS LATER

The forest was quiet, damp and beautiful. Private Henry couldn't help but be in awe as he saw the moonlight break through the leaves and reflect off the ground. The occasional chirp of a bird was also quite calming as well. It was peaceful. Or at least it was. A bullet ripped through the air as it hit his squad lead, penetrating his helmet and coming out the other side, forcing him to hit the floor like a sack of cement. As soon as he hit the floor, the entire woods lit up in gun fire, bullets smacked around him as Henry immediately threw himself down into the ground. The XM-3 tank with its two escort AAV7s opened up into the forest. Henry looked around him as tracer bullets left the XM-3s machine gun, followed by a large blast with its 125mm cannon.

His squadmate, Panetta crawled next to him "Can you see anything!". Henry was about to answer as an RPG ripped into the air and hit the XM-3. The tank shrugged it off, but the shrapnel hit two soldiers just 10 feet away from it. It sent out another shot as it began angling itself to avoid another shot from penetrating it. The two AAV7s started to slowly back away. Then, another RPG pummeled one of the AAV7s, causing it to fill up with smoke. It continued backing away until another RPG hit, blowing off the turret and engulfing the entire vehicle in flames.

Henry at this point couldn't hear anything, all he could do was see. He watched as tracers were received back and forth, explosions being set off and loud yelps of pain and mists of blood filled the cold night air. Henry looked down his ACOG, to find another SETRA troop, he promptly fired, leading to the bullet slamming into the mans left breast. The man, surprised by the hit, turned towards a tree and stumbled away. Panetta let out a large scream as he too began opening fire on the mass amount of SETRA troops. He stopped and turned towards Henry "Henry! you got a cig?". Henry looked at him, confused "A cig?" "Yes! a cig!". Henry promptly lit one and put one into Panetta's mouth as he continued firing.

[Atkemri]

The Corvettes and Destroyers continued firing upon the cruisers as they retreated, making sure to stay within the bounds of the airstrip to provide support to the F-35s. An officer in one of the F-35s, just racking up another kill craned his head to the right. "Are those battleships?".

Captain Lafoy of the battleship Republican stands on the very front of the ship she signals for the other captains. She makes a sign with her hand as do the other captains all at once they yell "FIRE!". The guns begin shooting at the airstrip. The other two deal with the Corvettes and Destroyers.