Wrath of the North (IC/MT/Signups)

by **Tawwassen** » Thu Oct 05, 2017 5:37 pm

Wrath of the North
OOC

Black Guards 1st Expeditionary Force
Off the Coast of Holom
Atkemrian Capital

The sun was cresting over the Atkemrian Capital, shining early morning light over the Atlantic Ocean. It was going to be a hot day in the African City, with only a few clouds here and there, occasionally casting a shadow over the city and the buildings that reached towards the sky. Nothing out of the ordinary, one might think as they began to go about their day, heading off to school, or work, or simply enjoying the day, but it would not be like that for long.

Slowly it would become obvious that something was coming over the Horizon from the Northwest, a fleet of ships, steaming towards the coastline. If one looked close enough they would see red and black flags rippling in the wind, and men in uniform running up and down the decks making final preparations. Onboard the collective fleet was the first an expeditionary force of militiamen, mainly composed of volunteers from the Black Guards, specifically the Lions Bay Dragoons, and Mechanized Infantry Regiment and the Rocky Mountain Highlanders, a Light Infantry Regiment.

The expeditionary fleet itself was made of two Slava-Class cruisers, two amphibious assault ships, one air-craft carrier, and a number of small ships like destroyers and frigates. On the bridge of the Carrier, the TWS Naitaka, the Commander of the force, Sub-Commander Andrew Bowman stared out the window of the bridge with binoculars, spitting as he focused on the city of Holom.

"Let's give these bastards a taste of their own medicine. Get all stations ready, we're rolling in."

by **New Mushroom Kingdom** » Thu Oct 05, 2017 6:01 pm

(OOC: tag so i can post at the right time)

by **Atkemri** » Thu Oct 05, 2017 7:11 pm

Coast of Holom
As many citizens live their lives in the metropolitan city of Holom the war fleet could be seen and the usually loud city fell silent. People would look out and gasp,shocked beyond belief that this was actually happening. Many would take out their phones and record the event posting it on their many social media sites,the videos and images went viral and within minutes the entire country knew what was happening. Many would rush to the beach holding their concealed weapons,others would take as many children away from the possible battle. Coastal artillery would aim at the fleet but would not fire and would watch their movements carefully looking for any sign of hostile movement.
Lucky Wells' office
The situation room
As generals,officers of government positions,and heads of political parties gathered around their president,but Lucky Wells would not have any helpful advice all that he had was rage. "THEY DID WHAT! I TRY TO BRING STABILITY TO A COUNTRY WITH NO INTENTION OF WAR AND THEY DO THIS! WHERE IS MY SUPPORT MY FATHER SOULD HAVE HELPED END THAT REVOLUTION IN CANADA BUT NO HE DIDN'T THE MORON!" The head of the Fascist party would go up to him,put his hand on Lucky's shoulder and say."Sir I told you you could not trust those Caucasian demons for anything." Lucky turns to him,removes his hand from his shoulder,and slaps him across the face. "I want you to send them a message telling them to leave right now. Can someone get me some wine?" Many scrambled to their post to answer Lucky's command.

To:Tawassen
From: Atkemri
We demand you leave our waters you communist swine. Thank you and enjoy that penny.

by **Valgora** » Thu Oct 05, 2017 7:29 pm

VMS Zabivaka
Aircraft Carrier
Location: Niflheim Sound

Dr. Timotei had expressed that Atkemri deserves to burn.

The fleet was preparing for war.
The command ship, was the VMS Zabivaka, an aircraft carrier. One of three that Valgora had. Engine checks, aircraft checks, every inspection that you could think of was going on aboard the VMS Zabivaka.
Fleet Admiral Frømund Kollsveinsson was the commander of the operation.

~~(OOC: if my involvement starts off with finding the downed Atkemrian pilots, I'll replace this with that.)~~

by **Furon (Ancient II)** » Fri Oct 06, 2017 5:17 am

Two Weeks Ago...Somewhere in Atkemri

"Sir!" A young man burst into the rented office on the 3rd floor, seemingly out of breath. His face was boyish, his head still full of thick, black hair, the only sign of adulthood was a wedding ring affixed to his hand. Officially, the whole building was registered as a call center for telemarketers, and for the most part, Floors 1 and 2 did exactly that. The executive's room on Floor 3, however, served the field agents and assets of the Eighth Legion, though any secret messages were sent via a sales pitch that sounded similar enough to the "official business" of the two floors below. The only difference, of course, was that the boys of the Eighth Legion were always interested customers.
"Calm yourself, Soren. What happened?"
"They opened fire, sir!"
The commander leaned in, his eyes now staring deep into the young man's eyes. Clearly, whatever had happened was too sensitive to speak over the official line. "Who are they?"
"The Atkemrians. They barraged the coast and killed three of ours. Two agents and a scientist that was cooperating. Here is a vid..." The Marshal waved his hands dismissively.
"No need, Corporal." The Marshal extended his hand, pointing to the nearest vacant seat. The nervous man obliged, as the Marshal produced a plastic cup, some dried tea leaves, and a metal thermos and proceeded to make tea. As steam rose from the cup, the Marshal gently slid the cup across the table. "Let's start with the basics. Why did Akem even attack?"
"Sir, there are many factors..."
"Don't give me that bookworm bullshit. What specifically provoked this?"
"The Black Sun."
"And who owns the Black Sun? Who whispers in their leaders' ears? Who provides their public face?"
Understanding flooded the face of the younger man. He grinned proudly, but that brief happiness was erased as his face sank back into thought. "I...see, sir. What is our next move?"
"Put your book learnin' to good use. Write the dispatch to Central with the standard Cs. Tell them Operation Pound has entered phase Venus, albeit the tragedy in Salish. I'll sign off later. Just don't be too specific about it, keep it need to know."
"Yes, sir." As the Corporal left for the Post Office, Marshal Sivar sighed. Another day of phone calls awaited. The only consolation was the faint hope that this time, this operation would not die stillborn in the hands of coward foreign diplomats.

One Week Before

Sivar growled and crumpled the decrypted transmission. As usual, Tawwassen's Chief spent more time providing excuses for his inaction than actually collecting intelligence and produced the predictable result. Sifting his fingers through the pile of notes, he glanced at the rest.

Sivar chuckled mirthlessly. Zhouran's Chief was a local who was a true believer in Furonism, but his command of Furonese was lacking. The machine translated submission got the meaning across, but the bad news did little to assauge Sivar.

Sivar's eyes opened wide. Finally, some quality intel that actually was good news. Checking his notes on Valgoran "surfers", he grinned. Operation Pound might actually have a chance after all.

Current Day...Holom City

Two Eighters were dressed in the face-covering garb of the anarchist Black Sun organization. Twenty others were huddled inside the abandoned warehouse. Bands of sunshine filled in through the shattered windows, not enough to read a book in the shadows, but enough to turn the hideout into a tropical oven. Compounded by the black outfits and the lack of air conditioning, the rebels were dripping from each pore.
The two Eighters looked anxiously at their cell phones. Today was the day! Officially, they were to smash state oppression and spread freedom, but of course, such generosity would only come on orders.
"You think the intel was wrong?" Her green eyes gazed curiously into the older man's grey, hoping to find some spark to amuse herself.
"I trust the Marshal. Most Eighters are forced to survive 10 years of Hell. That nutcase volunteered for this life. He's probably seen it all and then some."
"I dunno. It's all just empty talk to me. Boys are like that, you know? They'll promise you the world and then give you only a few wilted flowers."
"Look!" A group of anarchists had gathered, all staring into one man's phone. Before the two Eighters could squeeze themselves into the crowd, their own phones buzzed. On screen read two words: LUNAR ECLIPSE.

by **Tawwassen** » Fri Oct 06, 2017 9:26 am

Black Guards 1st Expeditionary Force
Off the Coast of Holom
Atkemrian Capital

Sub-Commander Bowman lit a cigarette, as the fleet slowed, now merely drifting towards the coast with the help of the tide. They locals would have seen the fleet by now, by thought to himself, not that it would do them any good. Bowman had faith in his men. They were the most loyal of the loyal, battle tested veterans and fanatic revolutionaries. A number of them had formerly served in the Canadian Military before defecting during the Civil War, and there resolve had been tested over and over again.

Bowman himself had been born in Austin, Texas, not a Canadian born like the rest of the men but a fiercely proud Tawwassian Revolutionary nonetheless. He'd enlisted in the United States Marine Corps out of high school, before leaving to fight as a foreign volunteer with the Kurdish YPG in the defence of Kobani, during the Syrian Civil War. That was where he'd meant a younger Anthony McGuinness, the future President of Tawwassen, and the two had been friends ever since. If McGuinness was going to pick anyone for this mission, it would be Andrew Bowman.

"Comrade Commander." a young Officer announced behind Bowman, who turned to face him, "We've received word from the locals."

"And what do they say, Comrade?"

"They've told us to leave... And to enjoy the penny they sent us..." Bowman chuckled upon hearing that.

"Cocky Bastards... Right until they end." He began to walk around the bridge of the Naitaka, where other officers were already busy examining maps and computers, "Let's get First Battalion ready to move on the beach, and a flight of CF-18s in the air. Hold the Naitaka back but send the destroyers forward and prepare to fire. I want to send a message to the Atkemrians."

"Of course, Comrade Commander, we'll open a channel immediately."

To: General Command of Atkemrian Forces in Holom
From: Sub-Commander Andrew Demetrius Bowman, Commanding Officer of the Black Guards 1st Expeditionary Force

By now you are no doubt aware of the attack launched against the Confederacy of Tawwassen. You are also no doubt aware of the force we have amassed, currently within the waters surrounding your capital. We suppose this makes you uncomfortable, makes you feel threatened... What a concept.

We have come with a simple demand, one which you would be wise to consider. We wish to see those responsible for the senseless murder of our comrades brought to face justice. We have no quarrel with the people of Holom, only the psychotic madmen who claim to be your leaders. Surrender President Wells, and we will level no harm to your city. Refuse, and we will take him and his acolytes by whatever means we deem necessary to free this nation of his tyrannical grasp.

This is your city, home to your brothers and sisters, and your decadent, sinful 'leaders' are but men... Corrupted and foolhardy. They care not for your well being... They send you across oceans to die on a whim... Let you starve and squander in the streets for the sake of their bank accounts...

So called growth at the expense of the people meant to enjoy it.

We have offered you a chance to see reason, and end this without the need for needless bloodshed. Consider it carefully. Should you refuse,
we will do what we must to avenge the martyrs in Salish Bay, and punish their murders.

by **Atkemri** » Fri Oct 06, 2017 5:08 pm

Holom
Roman Kacik rides into the city in his Humvee humming the national anthem. He was Lucky Wells' best friend and a masterful General. He walks onto the beach and sees the militias on the beaches looking at the message that had been sent to them
He walks over to it,picks it up,reads it,and then proceeds to turn to the militias."Does anyone here believe this?" a resounding no sung out throughout the group. "What I thought." He proceeds to write a letter back.

To the ignorant idiots of the fleet
From:well I think you know
Our people are not starving in any way. They live in good conditions. You on the other hand well your communist so I expect the food to disappear. Please leave

A quarter would be attached saying reparations.

by **Tawwassen** » Fri Oct 06, 2017 5:52 pm

Black Guards 1st Expeditionary Force
Off the Coast of Holom
Atkemrian Capital

Sub-Commander Bowman looked over the message, a cruel grin growing across his face before replying.

We're Democratic Confederalists. Alea iacta est...

"Well comrades, they've had their chance." He snorted, "Let's make 'em regret that shit." As he spoke, on the deck of the Carrier, a flight of CF-18s were making their final preparations. First Battalion was loading onto landing crafts, ready for war. Bowman took a long drag from his cigarette, exhaling a thick cloud of smoke through the bridge. "They wanted to fuck with us, they murdered our brothers and sisters and thought they could escape without consequence." He spoke in a soft, yet menacing tone, "They've woken the bear from it's slumber, and only through foolhardy arrogance have they not run in fear." He looked up, suddenly invigorated.

"Soften up their defences, comrade. Pave the way for 1st Battalion."

"Of course, Comrade Commander." The bridge crew sprung into action, "All assets, clear to engage hostile positions on the shoreline. 1st Battalion, move to Phase Line Alpha. Good luck, comrades."

The CF-18s raced of the deck of the Tawwassian Carrier, six in total, racing towards the mainland. Behind them, the Cruiser and Destroyers let loose with a barrage of Cruise missiles and artillery fire towards enemy positions on the coast. The fighter jets above began to target ground positions with AGM Guided Bombs.

by **Bendicion** » Fri Oct 06, 2017 6:38 pm

Coast of Holom
2500m away from Tawwassen Armada

A lone fisherman's ship was out at sea and had just met the Tawwassen fleet just hours before, but was left unharmed. The ship's captain from the bridge looked afar at the Tawwassen fleet with his binoculars, which was quite sophisticated."The fleet's moving troops.Command, report 2-0-5-5-Grid 11-Sector 1",he laid down his binoculars and pressed the mic."Sergeant Froston, Report to Brig". Seconds later a man,around his early 30's arrived in a fisherman's jacket. The captain war busy using a coded message guide to write a message to the Tawwassen fleet.

Encryption:Very High
Bendian.Unit.Fisherman.Ship.North.Friendlies.

"That should do it", he remarked as he finished."Ah, Sgt.Froston.Im going to ask you to start preparing the men. Once the invasion fleet hits the beach, sporadic firing start and the Atkemrian Military will have their focus on these areas,including their capital", the captain narrated."Now I want you to take 8 men with you and go to a coastline where there will be no enemy military units. That will be given by SatCom or the AIA, whichever comes first. After you've hit land, you will be sent various orders to do. Avoid getting compromised, and if you are spotted by anyone, eliminate that person/people to not be compromised", the captain finished as he grabbed a mug full of hot coffee. "Where will have quarters sir?", Froston asked. "The Tawwassen fleet is expected to land troops that will surely put a beachead and push inland. I already sent a message to the Tawwassen, just a minute ago of our presence. If they are able to push in land, you can meet up with them in the area and be expected to have quarters", the captain replied. "Now go. We shouldn't miss out all the fun."

The sergeant hurriedly went out of the bridge and made his way to the main deck. Men were laughing and talking about home. Several were looking at the Tawwassen fleet, while others kept cleaning their nets. Froston approached the hatch and he took a step inside."Dormanz, Attila and Zamora, prepare the guys. And James, dont forget the gear for mine", he shouted as his vooce echoed through the hallway with the sides full of sleeping men.

Froston went up, and proceeded to the bow. A man with glasses was writing on a map with a pen."Cader, pack up.We're landing in 0030", Froston said as he threw a small box which Cader merely caught."Yes sir. But where?", Cader asked."They'll give us coordinates, but we'll be needing your knowledge of the area and the Atkemrian life. After all you were born here.", Froston replied.

He then went back to the bridge while men were preparing for the awaited landing. "Sergeant, we got the landing spots. A small area,just 45 minutes away from the Atkemrian capital, here is the map and other more documents that you'll be needing", the captain gave him a folder. Froston opened it and picked a picture."Now look at that picture. There's a rocky coastline, after you've navigated it, you can just sink it using the rocks. Now after you've moved inland there is this highway stretching from the Atkemrian capital to their other regions", the captain kept narrating as Froston watched the picture closely."Further inland you'll see a small town, we range the population at around 30 to 50 or below. This will be your temporary base before you link with the Tawwasssens", said the captain, Froston looled puzzled."Base? Of operations?", he asked. "This small town is home of several Atkemrian citizens with that were born in Bendicion and has since migrated back here. That means, they studied at Bendicion and were indoctrinated, that means they're already half Atkemrian and half Bendian. But we are not 100% sure if they'll aid us. So by all means use the best oppurtunity to ally with them.", the captain finished.

"Aye sir"

by **Atkemri** » Fri Oct 06, 2017 6:49 pm

Tawwassen wrote:Black Guards 1st Expeditionary Force
Off the Coast of Holom
Atkemrian Capital

Sub-Commander Bowman looked over the message, a cruel grin growing across his face before replying.
We're Democratic Confederalists. Alea iacta est...

"Well comrades, they've had their chance." He snorted, "Let's make 'em regret that shit." As he spoke, on the deck of the Carrier, a flight of CF-18s were making their final preparations. First Battalion was loading onto landing crafts, ready for war. Bowman took a long drag from his cigarette, exhaling a thick cloud of smoke through the bridge. "They wanted to fuck with us, they murdered our brothers and sisters and thought they could escape without consequence." He spoke in a soft, yet menacing tone, "They've woken the bear from it's slumber, and only through foolhardy arrogance have they not run in fear." He looked up, suddenly invigorated.

"Soften up their defences, comrade. Pave the way for 1st Battalion."

"Of course, Comrade Commander." The bridge crew sprung into action, "All assets, clear to engage hostile positions on the shoreline. 1st Battalion, move to Phase Line Alpha. Good luck, comrades."

The CF-18s raced of the deck of the Tawwassian Carrier, six in total, racing towards the mainland. Behind them, the Cruiser and Destroyers let loose with a barrage of Cruise missiles and artillery fire towards enemy positions on the coast. The fighter jets above began to target ground positions with AGM Guided Bombs.

"Is that Latin?" would be Roman Kaciks words before a bomb exploded next to him sending shrapnel all though his arm. The army would be mobilized from the base nearby and aircraft would be sent out to fight the jets with the bombs. Lucky Wells and his family are sent into a secret series of tunnels to the second biggest city New Paris a city left from the old french colonists from the 1500's. A armada would depart from shipyards from the nearby Canary Islands a Atkemrian controlled territory being part of the country yet having autonomy. Holom would be evacuated from any not serving as militia which would number in the thousands as Holom was the biggest city. This was war and Atkemri was ready. Roman Kacik would be taken to a safe place to command the battle as he was given a prosthetic arm.

by **Democratic Tianxia** » Sat Oct 07, 2017 12:21 am

Commander Chen Yu
Type 025 Jiùxīng class Cruiser Tyenying
South Pacific Fleet

The Type 025 Cruiser was the newest class of ship serving within the People's Red Navy, a sleek, trimaran construction whose pristine appearance belied the devastating armaments at its disposal. Currently, the first vessel of the class, the Tyenying, served as the command ship of Commander Chen Yu, head of the South Pacific Fleet in the field. Following orders from the Central Military Commission, the fleet had moved into the Atlantic, and was now approaching the West African coast, the coast of Atkemri.

The Commander was well aware of the situation, the attack on Salish Bay by the Atkemrian navy, and the retaliatory offensive that had been launched. As far as she understood it, the Party had seen an opportunity in all this mess, an opportunity to bring down a dangerously bellicose and McCarthyist regime that posed a threat to Tianxian interests, and better yet, it was unlikely that the Atkemrian government would receive much sympathy abroad, what with their unprovoked attack on a sovereign nation. Few would be willing to risk galloping to the rescue.

Still, the People's Republic of Tianxia had not yet declared war on Atkemri, and did not intend to do so until the fleet operating out of the Canary Islands was within range of the long-range anti-ship missiles. The assault would be sudden, swift and overwhelming, or so they planned. The South Pacific Fleet was host to one of the great Type 002 Arsenal Ships, armed with hundreds of vertical launch silos and capable of unleashing a vast barrage of missiles capable of overwhelming defensive systems with sheer numbers. This would be how the first attack was conducted, a gigantic missile assault, supported by the planes of the Type 012 Supercarrier Jiàn to deter any aerial retaliation.

But the attack had not yet been conducted, war had not been declared. Instead, the fleet drew closer to the Canaries, and their freshly mobilised prey. Satellites tracked the Atkemrian vessels from orbit, watching their movements and reporting back to the Commander. Their every move was carefully scrutinised, it seemed they were moving to engage the Tawwassen Black Guards 1st Expeditionary Force. They would be allowed to move into position, and then the trap would be sprung, they would be trapped between the forces of Tawwassen and Tianxia. But not yet. For now, they would wait.

by **Furon (Ancient II)** » Sat Oct 07, 2017 5:24 am

Holom...One Minute after "LUNAR ECLIPSE"
A team of black clad men in the northeastern sector of the city sank into the sewers. Their leader barked orders for the men to hurry. Their mission was perhaps the most time-sensitive of all the missions assigned to the Black Sun, and as a result, the Marshal assigned Furon's best to lead the operation; half the operatives were former combat engineers from the First Legion, the rest were composed mostly of sympathetic local plumbers and a few civilian demomen. Key to Tawwassen's victory was force supremacy against the beachead's defenders; any Atkemrian reinforcements, especially tanks, had to be delayed. To this end, giant sinkholes in the main roads were to be created by placing underground explosives in the sewage system. To disguise their preparations, the explosives were "borrowed" from local construction and demolitions companies over a period of time rather than directly smuggled from Furon, but the quality was sufficient for the job at hand.

Holom...Five Minutes after "LUNAR ECLIPSE"
Inside a nightclub in the red light district, four Black Sun members were apparently playing a video game on their tablets. Around them were gathered dozens of compatriots, eagerly watching every move in silence. In reality, this was no game. Each of the four "drivers" were directing the Furonese drone carts to their intended targets, police stations scheduled for destruction by the Black Sun. Except for the mobile-friendly guidance system (imported from Furon and legally carried through customs), the rest of the parts were gathered and assembled locally. EAch cart was the size of a large dog, and despite their rather obvious nature, each vehicle was already proven to have a minimum speed of 30 km/h (faster than any pedestrian), capable of safely carrying the fertilizer bombs without spillage. Once they arrived on target, a surge of electricity would ignite the remaining diesel fuel to power the nitrate bomb. Throughout Holom, dozens of drivers were guiding their cargo, praying for luck. As long as the enemy remained distracted by the events on the beach, the explosions were all but guaranteed.

Holom...Five Minutes after "LUNAR ECLIPSE", new message "DOVE"
Stern-faced men exited the mansion owned by the ex-mafioso Zandor Emrey, now asset of the Eighth Legion. The first group lugged a sealed, hard-plastic black box into the carriage compartment of the first van, marked "SkyFood". Each of the men were wearing the blue uniforms of the company, but their martial mein left little doubt of their true profession. They were killers, some ex-Atkemrian military, others mafia hitmen, and still others the First Legion's former top commandos. As the first van filled up, two more vans marked "SkyFood" rounded the curb. Zandor entered last as his subordinates made way for his large frame before slamming the door shut behind him. Their target was the Holom airport; its capture would bar any aid sympathetic to Atkemri from entering the city. Originally, the Marshal had intended for this unit to directly eliminate Parliament and declare victory, but the Black Sun leaders objected, fearing for the lives of the few Socialist and Social-Democrat MPs in office. Plus, they argued, the People's liberation required the People to do the justice, not some thugs. Disgusted at their self-righteousness, the Marshal could only silently fume at the increase in mission complexity, or as he put it, "more ways to fail".

Holom...Five Minutes after "LUNAR ECLIPSE", new message "DOVE"
Another group of black clad "plumbers" descended into the sewers. An inside joke was exchanged as the young lads stepped their way down into the subterreanean darkness two blocks away from Parliament and City Hall. With the cancellation of the hit squad, they finally had their chance to shine. Their mission was the stuff of prankster lore. They were to break the water pipes feeding the two buildings and flood the entire street. The panic would be delicious! To them, life was great; where else could they have such fun and still do their nation a service?

Holom...Five Minutes after "LUNAR ECLIPSE", new message "DOVE"
Vero the paramedic driver had been waiting for this moment. She sat twiddling her fingers against the steering wheel while listening to some jazz. Her boyfriend, Blake, inspected the binoculars and GPS. Once the pranksters were done, she would avenge her father, the socialist MP who disappeared. WAlking home from the government building one day, he was taken into a black sedan and never seen again. Officially, the police said they could not identify the kidnappers, but everyone knew such thuggery was the standard tactic of the Fascist Party. Today, she and her fellow "caravaneers" would give the fascist MPs a taste of their own medicine.

by **Sharko Federation** » Sat Oct 07, 2017 9:49 am

Al-Basjjer
Islamic Emirate of Sharqoh

As the sun hung high above Jusuf Axmed Naval Base at around noon, a convoy of police and military vehicles accompanying a black limousine arrived at the gates. Driving down the road into the base, the convoy stopped in front of the main building and a man sporting a fully white thawb with diamonds and a gold trim exited the vehicle.

The man, who had a golden pistol on his belt and wore intricately made sunglasses, entered the main building. Upon his entrance with his entourage, every single man in the building stopped what ever they were doing and saluted, before chanting, "Long Live His Majesty!" several times.

The man in question was Emir Zakkarija Al-Sharkah, the oil-rich dictator of the Islamic Emirate of Sharqoh. His personal guards surrounded him while he called out a name.

"Grand Admiral Censu Geraldi, please report to me immediately." He said sternly.

Upon his order, a man in full naval dress with a rifle slung on his shoulder quickly rushed down the steps of the control room, quick to salute to the Emir before once again chanting "Long Live His Majesty!" before inviting the Emir to take a seat in his office on the second floor.

The Emir left his entourage outside upon entering the office and the admiral shut the blinds before taking a seat opposite to the Emir.

"Geraldi, I am sure you know of my hate of Communist pigs, yes?" questioned the Emir.

The admiral nodded, before responding. "Yes, my lord. I share the same hate. I lost half my family during the reign of that commie pig Wismayer and his junta."

The Emir chuckled. "Very good." He paused, taking a file out of a briefcase. "I'm afraid the sovereignty of a nation has been intruded upon by one led by a junta of 'commie pigs'."

The Emir left the Admiral to read upon the situation of Aktmeri and Tawwassen.

"I see, sir. Although this is certainly very unfortunate, what is the purpose of you telling me this?" replied the Admiral.

The Emir grinned from ear to ear and silently chuckled.

"I want you to... assist, in the defending of Aktmeri from the communist menace".

Geraldi looked taken aback.

"Sir, as much as that is in your interests, this is very impromptu and I need more time to pla-"

Before he could continue, he quickly apologized. He certainly did not want to join the ranks of generals and admirals who were executed for 'treason'.

"Sir, I can deploy the 4th Expeditionary Fleet of Jjaradah immediately, but I may need some time. The aircraft carriers HMS Al-Sharkah, HMS Abohajar and HMS Schimitar are in port with F-35s on their deck. To transport troops, in need to speak with Chief Khajafah about using the C-130s to move paratroopers and matériel, while we can requisition several civilian ships to transport large numbers of men by sea." Suggested the Admiral.

The Emir nodded. "Possibly, we could emphasize more on the striking force of the fleet? We want to be able to take down the Tawwassen fleet attacking Aktmeri."

"I will make amendments to the plan, my lord. I just need some time to prepare my men." The Admiral replied.

The Emir nodded, informing the Admiral he would be on his way. The Admiral got to work, quickly informing his officers of the situation.

Within minutes, soldiers, seamen and airmen rushed to their stations. Large transport ships and even civilian cargo and passenger ships pulled into the dock at Al-Basyeer, loaded with soldiers and supplies.

With the fifty-four F-35s being armed for the affair, their pilots quickly rushed with their belongings into the hull of the three light aircraft carriers.

An entire force of sixteen Aamir-class frigates, three President Danjel-class light aircraft carriers, eight Conquistador-class destroyers and four civilian passenger and cargo ships was readying for deployment in Al-Basyeer's port.

Meanwhile at the airbases, two squadrons of aircraft were taxing. A full Squadron of another twenty-four F-35s, and a full Squadron of twenty-four Tu-22M3s.

The admiral watched as the soldiers loaded up into the ships. It was just a matter of time before they would leave port to Aktmeri. There would be no warning, only death.

by **Tawwassen** » Sat Oct 07, 2017 11:42 am

Black Guards 1st Expeditionary Force
Off the Coast of Holom
Atkemrian Capital

"Comrade Commander, fishing craft hailing us."

"The hell do they want?" Bowman tore himself away from from the front windows of the bridge, where he had been watching the landing craft drop into the water and head towards the coastline, to face the young officer behind him, who directed his attention towards a screen display a simple message. Bowman furrowed his brow as he tried to make sense of the message, before grinning, "Cheeky bastards." He picked up his binoculars, trying to find the fishing vessel on the horizon, I hope they know what they're doing. Tell the fighters to watch their fire to the North."

"Aye, Comrade Commander. But that's not it. We've got two fleets inbound from the north west."

"Atkemrian?" Bowman asked.

"One of them looks like it, the other... We've got no idea..."

"Are they in range?"

"Not yet Comrade."

"Try and establish a link with the unidentified fleet, see if we can't find out what they're up to."

To: Crew of Type 025 Jiùxīng class Cruiser Tyenying, of unidentified fleet
From: Sub-Commander Andrew Demetrius Bowman of the TWS Naitaka, Tawwassian Naval Forces

We request you identify yourselves immediately, and state your intentions.

Meanwhile, the Tawwassian Fighter Jets began to pick up blips on their radar, moving in quickly from beyond the city. "Looks like we've got multiple bogies, inbound hot from the east. Looks like locals..." The flight leader, Pirate 0-1, announced over the radio, "All Pirate Assets, get in formation, prepare for contact.

Meanwhile, on surface level, landing craft were fast approaching the carrying the soldiers of 1st Battalion, of the Lions Bay Dragoons Regiment. Along with the infantrymen, was a company of 14 LAVs, as well as an additional platoon of 4 KMD-12 "Wolverine Tanks". Their mission was simple, to establish a beachhead and pave the way for the rest of the Regiment to enter the city. In charge of the Unit was Brigade Commander Isabel Reddick, a fiery young woman, clutching an IAR-17-07, a Tawwassian copy if the Isreali IMI Galil.

"The Navy should have softened them up!" She roared over the sound of the landing crafts engine, the crashing surf and distant artillery fire, "But don't get cocky! It's gonna be a helluva fight out their comrades! Move up and use the vehicles for cover, keep your heads down! Watch your spacing.... And I'll see you on the other side." The craft lurched as it hit the sandy beach floor, before coming to a stop, "'Get ready!" Reddick yelled as the gates dropped, "Go go go!"

by **Eastern Slavic states** » Sat Oct 07, 2017 5:10 pm

CESS units land in atkemri today
the forces are looking to set up along the border to make it to where terrorists have a harder time getting weapons and people from Tawwassen
to continue the fight .CESS forces are looking to the local commanders for information on the area , terrorists , and Tawwassen forces to figure out a strategy .

by **Valgora** » Sat Oct 07, 2017 9:24 pm

VMS Zabivaka
Aircraft Carrier
Location: Niflheim Sound

"Today Comrades. We sail for Atkemri. They attacked us, and now, now we shall repay that favor. The wrath of northern winds shall blow upon them. May they suffer for a thousand moons!"

Fleet Admiral Frømund Kollsveinsson gave the order to set sail towards the enemy. He look with pride at the fleet. A fleet made of mostly fishing ships, repurposed by welding and duck-taping guns and other weapons to them. To most, such a navy would be shameful and worthless, but to the Valgorans, it was proof of their ingenuity and ability to do something with almost nothing.

by **Sharko Federation** » Sun Oct 08, 2017 7:09 am

Near the Aktmeri Coast
Sharqan Expeditionary Fleet

"Tower to Khalifat Squadron, you are clear for takeoff."

The powerful echoes of the HMS Al-Sharkah's PA system resounded around the entire ship. The message, meant for the pilots of the Khalifat Squadron, definitely made their way to it's recipients as F-35 over F-35 flew off the flight deck of the carrier.

Similar messages could be heard all over the fleet, from the HMS Al-Sharkah all the way to the HMS Abohajjar.

In total, fifty four F-35 VTOLs rose from the light aircraft carriers, followed by an additional squadron of twenty-four.

Twenty-four Tu-22s that had been following the fleet since the departing of Al Basjjer's port tailed quickly behind. The Tu-22s had flew at low speeds to match that of the carriers, making several refueling runs to replenish fuel from the carrier.

Now that the sixty eight F-35s had risen from their slumber on the carrier, they could now speed up.

They were still quite a ways away from the Tawwassen fleet, but they were going to make their message clear very soon.

"Targets are in sight, sir." said the weapons officer. Colonel Mahamedus Iesus nodded as he sat in the co-pilot seat of the Tu-22. The Colonel, a prince of the Sharqan Royal Family, led the squadrons.

The Sharqan mission to assit Aktmeri would be much easier if, say, the entire Tawwassen fleet was at the bottom of the ocean. With two Soviet-era cruisers, two amphibious assault ships, a single aircraft carrier and a few more destroyers and frigates, the mission would not be easy...

...If the Sharqans did not have sixty-eight F-35s and twenty-four Tu-22s.

The Tu-22M3s were armed with three Kh-32 anti-ship missiles each, totaling a staggering seventy-two Kh-32s. The Kh-32s were in no means a cheap missile. And for a good reason. The missile was designed to travel up for fourty kilometers up to the stratosphere upon launching before transitioning to level flight, before performing a steep dive to the target. With the deadly combination of speed which can reach up to Mach 4.1 and unpredictable flight paths, the missile is an extremely dangerous weapon. The anti-ship missile also has an inertial navigation system and radar homing head, making it independent of GPS/GLONASS navigation satellites and has a range of 1,000 kilometers.

With this massive hurl of missiles, the fleet had barely any chance. Their chances were lowered even more because of the fact the massive hurl of missiles was only possessed by the bombers.

The F-35s were all armed with two AGM-158C LRASM anti-ship missiles in their internal bays each. While the majority (54) of the jets were armed with AIM-9X Sidewinder air-to-air missiles externally, the remaining twenty-four were armed with external Brimstone missiles for attacking the ground troops on the beach.

As the planes got closer at around 800km, Colonel Mahamedus gave the order. "Bombers, fire at will at targets. Fighters, stay in formation until impact, over." Ordered the Colonel over the radio. "May the Emir live a thousand years!" Shouted the pilots in unison. The missiles were fired from the bombers,
heading straight for the fleet. At Mach 4.1, the poor ships would be lucky to even see them coming.

As they watched the missiles fly, one pilot radioed to the Tawwassen fleet. "The Sharqan Emirate is friendly, do not mind us. Oh no! We've accidentally released our payload!" He joked. The rest of the pilots had a good laugh, especially knowing the person who recieved the message would probably be dead within a minute or so. As the Sharqan fleet sailed ahead, waiting to get in the action after the damage by the air fleet had been done.

by **Valgora** » Sun Oct 08, 2017 10:01 am

VMS Sjávarútvegur
Cod-Class Destroyer
Location: Um... somewhere

Merimies (Seaman) Hallthor Skarphedinnsson was sitting in the recreation room. Next to him sat Ábyrgðarmaður (Warrant Officer - W-1) Mar Undefined. They were best friends, but there was one thing that always got them angry enough to start having fisticuffs in anger: hockey. Which is what they were watching now. It was the Óguðlegu Ankat (the Wicked Ducks), which were from Hallthor's hometown of Keflavík, vs. the Eyrarbakki Úlfa (the Evrarbakki Wolves), which were from Mar's hometown. This was not going to end well. Especially considering the fact that they were both drinking.

When Mar's team scored, he jumped up yelling "Take that motherfucker!" at Hallthor. Hallthor jumped up and yelled "Bullshit!" as he threw a right punch at Mar. Mar barely dodged it and retaliated with a left punch that struck Hallthor in the face.

Soon, a few crew members gathered around taking bets on who would win.

OOC: if you're wondering why I'm doing this, it is because I don't want to be that guy who is just "I'm 10km from your coast" without actually RPing getting there.

by **Atkemri** » Sun Oct 08, 2017 10:16 am

Eastern Slavic states wrote:CESS units land in atkemri today
the forces are looking to set up along the border to make it to where terrorists have a harder time getting weapons and people from Tawwassen
to continue the fight .CESS forces are looking to the local commanders for information on the area , terrorists , and Tawwassen forces to figure out a strategy

With the country on high alert the ships were seen immediately and fired at them with multiple explosives. Bombers fly overhead and strike them with high power explosives.

Sharko Federation wrote:
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Near the Aktmeri Coast
Sharqan Expeditionary Fleet

"Tower to Khalifat Squadron, you are clear for takeoff."

The powerful echoes of the HMS Al-Sharkah's PA system resounded around the entire ship. The message, meant for the pilots of the Khalifat Squadron, definitely made their way to it's recipients as F-35 over F-35 flew off the flight deck of the carrier.

Similar messages could be heard all over the fleet, from the HMS Al-Sharkah all the way to the HMS Abohajjar.

In total, fifty four F-35 VTOLs rose from the light aircraft carriers, followed by an additional squadron of twenty-four.

Twenty-four Tu-22s that had been following the fleet since the departing of Al Basjjer's port tailed quickly behind. The Tu-22s had flew at low speeds to match that of the carriers, making several refueling runs to replenish fuel from the carrier.

Now that the sixty eight F-35s had risen from their slumber on the carrier, they could now speed up.

They were still quite a ways away from the Tawwassen fleet, but they were going to make their message clear very soon.

"Targets are in sight, sir." said the weapons officer. Colonel Mahamedus Iesus nodded as he sat in the co-pilot seat of the Tu-22. The Colonel, a prince of the Sharqan Royal Family, led the squadrons.

The Sharqan mission to assit Aktmeri would be much easier if, say, the entire Tawwassen fleet was at the bottom of the ocean. With two Soviet-era cruisers, two amphibious assault ships, a single aircraft carrier and a few more destroyers and frigates, the mission would not be easy...

...If the Sharqans did not have sixty-eight F-35s and twenty-four Tu-22s.

The Tu-22M3s were armed with three Kh-32 anti-ship missiles each, totaling a staggering seventy-two Kh-32s. The Kh-32s were in no means a cheap missile. And for a good reason. The missile was designed to travel up for fourty kilometers up to the stratosphere upon launching before transitioning to level flight, before performing a steep dive to the target. With the deadly combination of speed which can reach up to Mach 4.1 and unpredictable flight paths, the missile is an extremely dangerous weapon. The anti-ship missile also has an inertial navigation system and radar homing head, making it independent of GPS/GLONASS navigation satellites and has a range of 1,000 kilometers.

With this massive hurl of missiles, the fleet had barely any chance. Their chances were lowered even more because of the fact the massive hurl of missiles was only possessed by the bombers.

The F-35s were all armed with two AGM-158C LRASM anti-ship missiles in their internal bays each. While the majority (54) of the jets were armed with AIM-9X Sidewinder air-to-air missiles externally, the remaining twenty-four were armed with external Brimstone missiles for attacking the ground troops on the beach.

As the planes got closer at around 800km, Colonel Mahamedus gave the order. "Bombers, fire at will at targets. Fighters, stay in formation until impact, over." Ordered the Colonel over the radio. "May the Emir live a thousand years!" Shouted the pilots in unison. The missiles were fired from the bombers,
heading straight for the fleet. At Mach 4.1, the poor ships would be lucky to even see them coming.

As they watched the missiles fly, one pilot radioed to the Tawwassen fleet. "The Sharqan Emirate is friendly, do not mind us. Oh no! We've accidentally released our payload!" He joked. The rest of the pilots had a good laugh, especially knowing the person who recieved the message would probably be dead within a minute or so. As the Sharqan fleet sailed ahead, waiting to get in the action after the damage by the air fleet had been done.

Coast around Holom
The navy from the Canary Islands arrives to join the battle around the coast of Holom. Submarines fire their into the Tawassen ships. Jets fly off their carriers bombing any ship even near the Tawassen ships. Destroyers fire at the communist fleet as more of the navy arrives.

Furon wrote:Holom...One Minute after "LUNAR ECLIPSE"
A team of black clad men in the northeastern sector of the city sank into the sewers. Their leader barked orders for the men to hurry. Their mission was perhaps the most time-sensitive of all the missions assigned to the Black Sun, and as a result, the Marshal assigned Furon's best to lead the operation; half the operatives were former combat engineers from the First Legion, the rest were composed mostly of sympathetic local plumbers and a few civilian demomen. Key to Tawwassen's victory was force supremacy against the beachead's defenders; any Atkemrian reinforcements, especially tanks, had to be delayed. To this end, giant sinkholes in the main roads were to be created by placing underground explosives in the sewage system. To disguise their preparations, the explosives were "borrowed" from local construction and demolitions companies over a period of time rather than directly smuggled from Furon, but the quality was sufficient for the job at hand.

Holom...Five Minutes after "LUNAR ECLIPSE"
Inside a nightclub in the red light district, four Black Sun members were apparently playing a video game on their tablets. Around them were gathered dozens of compatriots, eagerly watching every move in silence. In reality, this was no game. Each of the four "drivers" were directing the Furonese drone carts to their intended targets, police stations scheduled for destruction by the Black Sun. Except for the mobile-friendly guidance system (imported from Furon and legally carried through customs), the rest of the parts were gathered and assembled locally. EAch cart was the size of a large dog, and despite their rather obvious nature, each vehicle was already proven to have a minimum speed of 30 km/h (faster than any pedestrian), capable of safely carrying the fertilizer bombs without spillage. Once they arrived on target, a surge of electricity would ignite the remaining diesel fuel to power the nitrate bomb. Throughout Holom, dozens of drivers were guiding their cargo, praying for luck. As long as the enemy remained distracted by the events on the beach, the explosions were all but guaranteed.

Holom...Five Minutes after "LUNAR ECLIPSE", new message "DOVE"
Stern-faced men exited the mansion owned by the ex-mafioso Zandor Emrey, now asset of the Eighth Legion. The first group lugged a sealed, hard-plastic black box into the carriage compartment of the first van, marked "SkyFood". Each of the men were wearing the blue uniforms of the company, but their martial mein left little doubt of their true profession. They were killers, some ex-Atkemrian military, others mafia hitmen, and still others the First Legion's former top commandos. As the first van filled up, two more vans marked "SkyFood" rounded the curb. Zandor entered last as his subordinates made way for his large frame before slamming the door shut behind him. Their target was the Holom airport; its capture would bar any aid sympathetic to Atkemri from entering the city. Originally, the Marshal had intended for this unit to directly eliminate Parliament and declare victory, but the Black Sun leaders objected, fearing for the lives of the few Socialist and Social-Democrat MPs in office. Plus, they argued, the People's liberation required the People to do the justice, not some thugs. Disgusted at their self-righteousness, the Marshal could only silently fume at the increase in mission complexity, or as he put it, "more ways to fail".

Holom...Five Minutes after "LUNAR ECLIPSE", new message "DOVE"
Another group of black clad "plumbers" descended into the sewers. An inside joke was exchanged as the young lads stepped their way down into the subterreanean darkness two blocks away from Parliament and City Hall. With the cancellation of the hit squad, they finally had their chance to shine. Their mission was the stuff of prankster lore. They were to break the water pipes feeding the two buildings and flood the entire street. The panic would be delicious! To them, life was great; where else could they have such fun and still do their nation a service?

Holom...Five Minutes after "LUNAR ECLIPSE", new message "DOVE"
Vero the paramedic driver had been waiting for this moment. She sat twiddling her fingers against the steering wheel while listening to some jazz. Her boyfriend, Blake, inspected the binoculars and GPS. Once the pranksters were done, she would avenge her father, the socialist MP who disappeared. WAlking home from the government building one day, he was taken into a black sedan and never seen again. Officially, the police said they could not identify the kidnappers, but everyone knew such thuggery was the standard tactic of the Fascist Party. Today, she and her fellow "caravaneers" would give the fascist MPs a taste of their own medicine.

Holom airport
The guards were on high alert as the country was being invaded. They had armed themselves with automatic weapons and were on high alert. At the site of the black van they would aim their weapons at it and the chief of security would hail them. He picks up a megaphone and says "Stop the vehicle and get out! A evacuation has been issued and the only citizens allowed in the city are militias and the military!"
Fascist meeting house
As the 3 Fascist congressman walk into the meeting house ready to prepare a militia to fight the communists. One of the congressmen was the leader of the fascist party,Kaolco Robonay. He rushes into the building and begins giving out arms and melee weapons to his supporters. He would lead the charge against the communist armies and with his force of 5,000 fascists currently in the city rush out and see these people scoping them out. He would yell charge and rush the communists.

by **Furon (Ancient II)** » Sun Oct 08, 2017 10:47 am

OOC: Time for me to start the explosions, but it's not time yet for a gunfight.

IC: Holom--Twenty minutes since "LUNAR ECLIPSE"
The first drone cart had found its mark. It wasn't the fastest of its kind, but it had the shortest path. Parked in the garage of the district's police station were two unmanned police cruisers. The drone cart slowed down as it climbed the final incline, ignited its diesel, and exploded. The billowing flames quickly consumed the two cruisers as the cinderblock wall collapsed into a 2 meter high pile of rubbish. The four remaining cruisers parked inside were trapped, as according to plan.
Within the next 10 minutes, the city was rocked with similar explosions. By the time the citizens realized what the carts were and the first police calls were given, it was already too late. Out of Holom's 74 police stations, 65 were bombed in exactly the same fashion. Other than the patrol cars already on the roads, the police were immoblized.

As the first bombs went off, the message "CHEERS" was sent to the "Taxi" unit. As their name suggested, they were ex-cabbies whose intent was to create more havoc. Most had joined the Black Sun out of disgust as the municipal government, following the lead of President Wells' "pro-market", "anti-union" initiatives, sold the city taxi to Uber. Now, in the time of Holom's evacuation, it was time to avenge their lost jobs. Each cabbie lay in wait in one of Holom's major escape arteries in the south, southeast, east, and southwest. As the roads filled with anxious families trying to escape the chaos, the cabbies struck. Veering into their left, the cabbies turned their cars sideways, smashing their cars into 3-4 adjacent cars. The speed, perfectly tuned by their many years of experience, was enough to ensure the cabbie's own survival and disable enough cars to permanently block traffic in multiple lanes. With the shortage of police already an issue, any remaining police and firefighters would be drawn to the scene. Until then, each cabbie waited. If a pig showed, he would draw his pistol, trading life for life. Unless cleared, the only escape path for civilians lay through the path of the Tawwassen Army. Unless cleared, the piled up traffic would stretch back for miles, deep into the city's center, preventing both the mobilization of the city's defenders and the escape of VIPs. Anyone who tried to "turn around" and escape through the northeast would soon find the area equally unnavigable as the roads were reduced to a series of craters.

As the message of "CHEERS" was broadcast across each cell phone, the Black Sun units holed up in their sweaty hideouts breathed a sigh of relief. They could finally leave. Stowing their black garb in their backpacks, they each headed for the nearest subway station. The subway was the only transit system not directly attacked as the only way to exit the city by subway was through the airport. The roads would soon be full of angry drivers jamming the streets, so haste was required. As they croweded their way into the silver tubes, few gave the "backpackers" a second glance. They were just refugees like everyone else, it seemed. Only at the "City Hall" stop did a few observant escapees stop to gape at the madmen who were squeezing their way off the human meat grinder, fleeing back into the city now put under lockdown, but no one stopped them. Most were too focused on prayers to God, on comforting their own children to care. In a flash, the subway departed without them.

by **New Roma Republic** » Sun Oct 08, 2017 12:19 pm

Temporary Caesar’s Residence
New Rome, Imperial Republic of New Rome
08OCT17
Another day, another brief. The Caesar had sit too many to count since she was elected the previous year. It’s one of the parts of the job she hated. Sitting and listening, mainly hearing the same thing: “SACTO nations doing x, while IFC doing y”. It’s really nothing important; it’s the same news everyday. But today there was a new topic on the agenda. The National Security Officer briefing the Caesar was saying “A nation in the north of North America has deployed an invasion fleet for a West African state. The West African state, Atkemri had recently attempted to blockade the invader state, Tawwassen due to the Tawwassian support of an Anarchist terrorist group. Though this is only alleged, we have reason to believe the Atkemri. We can’t find a reason why they would lie. With that being said, we don’t know for certain.”

Ayanami leaned back, and steepled her hands. “Take some notes.” She ordered the NSO. “Order the Imperial Space Force to begin tracking Tawwassian space assets. I want an OBS on an orbital plane that intersects the capital. I don’t plan on this conflict escalating to that level, but I’m not taking any chances.

“I want subs redirected to the conflict area immediately. Ok, now continue with the briefing”

Across the seas
The order was relayed down the chain, and the submarines in that part of the world, mainly the Mediterranean Sea, received orders to redeploy to the west coast of Africa. The sister state of the New Roman Empire, in Italy and Romania, were more stable than it was during its founding, and most New Roman forces had left. There were still a few naval assets there, namely subs. So these were shifted to an area that interested the Imperial Naval command.

by **Tawwassen** » Sun Oct 08, 2017 1:03 pm

Black Guards 1st Expeditionary Force
Off the Coast of Holom
Atkemrian Capital

"Hostile craft in the North Coming in Range sir." On the bridge of the Naitaka, "Are we clear to engage, Comrade?"

"Open fire." Bowman waved his hand, "Put more CF-18s in the air, I want to hold them off till we can establish a beachhead. How are we doing on that front, anyway?"

"First Battalion's landed and is meeting minimal resistance on the shore, Comrade. We should be able to send more men in."

"Good. Get the rest of the Dragoons ready in landing craft and ready to deploy. I want LAVs rolling through Holom ASAP."

Yes, Comrade." At the sight of the Atkermian fleet pushing closer and closer, a squadron of CF-18s bolted from the carrier's deck, coming about to face the inbound fighter jets, while AA guns began to spin up, ready to engage enemy bombers that got a little to close. The fleet also began to prepare Surface to Air Missiles. However, they were caught of surprise by a number of unexpected blips on the radar, coming in fast from up above. "Enemy Missiles inbound hot!"

Countermeasures were already working overtime as the missiles aproached, shooting down as many as they could, but they were coming in to fast, and in to great a number, and all they could do was soften the blow as Bowman screamed, "BRACE!" The Naitaka rocked as it's deck was clipped by a Kh-22, taking a number of crewmen and helicopters down with it. "Fuck me!" Bowman roared, jumping up to inspect the damage. The Carrier was hurt, but she would hold up... for now.

The rest of the fleet was hit bad... a number of frigates and destroyers gone. One of the Assault ships had a hole in it's deck and appeared to be taking on water, and one of the Cruisers had just about been split clean down the middle. "Jesus..." Bowman took a moment, trying to process what just happened, before his face hardened one again, "Get the CF-18s in the air, now! I want the survivors on the Assault Ship ready to head out to the Beach before they get his again, let's move it." He said, as Tawwassian jets began to race from the deck, ready to defend the wounded fleet. As they did, they were accompanied by Anti-Ship and Anti-Air missiles from the ships that still had the ability to fire them. All they could do was hold on as long as they could, and hope reinforcements would arrive soon.

On the shore, things were going much better. The LAVs pushed up, bullets glancing off their armour as they fired back at local militias with 25 mm and Machine Gun fire. They moved slowly, offering cover for the columns of Tawwassians crouching behind them, occasionally taking pot shots at the enemy when they got the chance.

The tanks also proved a great advantage as the force pushed up the beach.

"Once we clear the beachhead, keep Able Company to keep it Secure!" Commander Reddick screamed to a group of Company Commanders behind her, over the sound of Gunfire. "The rest of us are pushing inland with the tanks to HOTEL WHISKEY!" She ordered. There objective was to take the Atkemrian Capital Building, code name Hotel Whiskey, and hopefully drive local forces out of the Capital. A quick glance back at the fleet made Reddick feel dubious about that idea at best, though her courage was reinvigorated as the sound of explosions deeper in the city rang in her ears. Perhaps the people of this city where sympathetic to the cause after all.

by **Valgora** » Sun Oct 08, 2017 2:45 pm

VMS Zabivaka
Aircraft Carrier
Location: Somewhere... closer to Atkemri

Bridge:
"Admiral. We're picking up stuff on the radar" said the technical cryptologic technician.
"That could be the Tawwassen fleet and an enemy fleet or whatever" said Admiral Frømund. "Send out a recon plane."

A few minutes later
Flight Deck:
Lentäjä (Aviator) Esra Beitirsson got into his V-18AY L (Aerial Recon version of V-18 L). He took off and flew towards the radar blips.

After flying for a few minutes, he spotted the Tawwassen fleet, the CF-18s, and some other aircraft he assumed were enemy aircraft. He radioed in his findings. However, he was caught in the clusterfuck.

by **New Mushroom Kingdom** » Sun Oct 08, 2017 5:22 pm

Ministry of Intelligence, Toad Town
George Hussain was reading about a potential invasion or attack on the country of Atkemri. While they weren't a country of great interest, it would be unfortunate if this kerfuffle escalated into an all-out war and bring death and destruction to many people without any reasonable cause. However, it would be neither politically or military advantageous to defend them, even if the attackers were dirty communists. He would need to escalate this to a higher level, perhaps someone of more importance could at least try a diplomatic solution.

Slightly later, the Regent and Minister of Foreign Affairs were assembling a plan. Obviously they couldn't condone the escalation and violence, but they also realised it wouldn't be worth it to do a formal armed intervention. The best way forward would be to convince everyone to settle down, and send aid and other assistance to repair the damage already done. With the plan decided, the pair moved to compose a speech and write the offer of aid.

To: Government of Atkemri
From: Kandi Sandi, Minister of Foreign Affairs
Greetings. It would seem that your nation has unfortunately been attacked by some Communists any others. Now, we can both agree that a proper war would be bad for everyone and the world as a whole. As such, I encourage you to work with everyone else in order to calm down, talk it out and find a diplomatic solution and we as a country would very gladly assist in that. Either way, we intend to send you humanitarian and perhaps weapon aid in order to stop your country from falling to these attackers.

Elsewhere, on mushroom TV an announcer said: 'Interrupting our current programming, we now bring you to an important live message via the Imperial Mushroom News Service' - but it was also being streamed and broadcast elsewhere across the world. It was the Regent, standing on a balcony at the Imperial Palace. He looked very serious and moderately unhappy before beginning to speak
"Citizens of the New Mushroom Kingdom and the world at large, I bring important news that Atkemri has been attacked and invaded. This all began as a single minor incident elsewhere, yet the nations of Valgora, Tawwassen and others see fit to escalate it into an all-out war. I do not think this is a wise course of action - do you really want to drag your citizenry and bring destruction to multiple countries over this? Any points of ethics or illegality about that incident dissolve into nothingness when you decide not only to respond, but to take vengeance and do exactly as they did only worse. Would it not be better if you made an example of your benevolence and morality to the whole world, rather than doing this. Regardless of everything else, there's no need to go further down this path, if everyone comes together, calms down, and talks, I'm sure an acceptable solution can be found for everyone involved in this.

by **Sankt-Mikhail** » Sun Oct 08, 2017 9:04 pm

Black Guards 1st Expeditionary Force
TWS Naitaka

"Fuck!" Colonel Miron Alexeyevich Utkin shouted as his cigarette was sent flying from his hand and into the ocean as the enemy missiles impacted the carrier. "God damn it - I can't even have a smoke! Why did I have to be stuck with this?" He shook his head before patting it, attempting to find his beret that he unwittingly lost. He soon discovered it upon stepping on it. "Ah, there it is. Shit - at this rate I should be turning my underwear into a white flag before they turn yellow!" The Michaelean continued to curse to himself as he stumbled about the ship, attempting to work his way back to the bridge. "Fuck! Why am I going there? It's probably going to be blown to bits with me inside it! Stupid pinkos - can't even get good countermeasures! Eh, maybe I shouldn't talk. They have better equipment than we do - fuck, everybody does. What an embarrassment... fortunately it's one they don't need to know about."

Utkin stopped to take out another cigarette. "Who knew being an observer could be so dangerous? Ah, Hell, they should've got one of those navy boys to do this. I'm out of my element here. Fucking Viktorov... not my fault his daughter's a whore. Can I be blamed for my good looks? Bastard!" Utkin brushed his shoulders before lighting his cigarette and taking a puff. "If I don't make it out of here, I better get a nice and fancy state funeral! Risking my ass just for some intelligence on modern warfare- Wait, should be taking notes?" Utkin padded himself down, looking for a pen. "Damn it! I don't know what I'm doing! Ugh, no wonder we need reorganization. Should have done it years ago - isolation is a bitch! And you!" He pointed menacingly at the Atkemrian coastline. "Screw you, Africa! Go to Hell and take your crazy leaders with you! Why did Europe ever even bother? Should have just left the whole continent to-" The colonel then proceeded to cough violently. "Ugh... I need to quit this shit before it kills me." Utkin then tossed his cigarette over the side of the ship. "No, wait, I wasn't done with it- Agh! God damn it! Mother was right, I should have stayed in art school..."

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