Wrath of the North (IC/MT/Signups)

[Valgora]

Salish Bay
Agent 642 and his escape driver were to put it bluntly were very disappointed,they had expected more than a couple vehicles,they had expected the entire police force,but it would do for the two. The driver would drive sporadically to the US embassy. Agent 642 would grab a AK17,the modern Atkemrian assault rifle and began shooting at their pursuers aiming at the windows attempting to shoot the drivers.
Atkemrian beaches
The fascist militias would upon seeing the Tawassen forces charging them would drop the bodies and take out knives and begin fighting them. Attack helicopters would fly in and begin firing at the infantry at the ground and missiles at the armour.
Command center of Holom
The message to accept the ceasefire was sent in. A short silence was heard though the room as Roman Kacik with his new Prosthetic arm looking over the message. He would send his own looking forlorn and depressed at the loss of his arm.

To:Sub-commander Andrew
We will accept your offer for a ceasefire. Now please leave.

Some Eurofighter Typhoons fly down and begin using their auto-cannons against the enemy attack helicopters.

Now that the A-25s have dropped their incendiary munitions over the city, the head towards the beaches. With their auto-cannons and air-to-ground missiles, they attack the enemy tanks and strafe some of the Atkemri soldiers.

Meanwhile, more Valgoran soldiers get onto the beach. While some attack helicopters take off from the assault carriers to assist the soldiers.

OOC: Considering my fleet is gone, they probably won't get a ceasefire message as since there ain't no command ship anymore.

2 X Ori Class Assault Carriers
- CIWS auto-cannons

400 troops
3 P-103 attack helicopters
5 X T110 MBTs
5 X TL-34 Medium Tank
7 X Puma IFVs

[Atkemri]

Salish Bay
Agent 642 and his escape driver were to put it bluntly were very disappointed,they had expected more than a couple vehicles,they had expected the entire police force,but it would do for the two. The driver would drive sporadically to the US embassy. Agent 642 would grab a AK17,the modern Atkemrian assault rifle and began shooting at their pursuers aiming at the windows attempting to shoot the drivers.
Atkemrian beaches
The fascist militias would upon seeing the Tawassen forces charging them would drop the bodies and take out knives and begin fighting them. Attack helicopters would fly in and begin firing at the infantry at the ground and missiles at the armour.
Command center of Holom
The message to accept the ceasefire was sent in. A short silence was heard though the room as Roman Kacik with his new Prosthetic arm looking over the message. He would send his own looking forlorn and depressed at the loss of his arm.

To:Sub-commander Andrew
We will accept your offer for a ceasefire. Now please leave.

Some Eurofighter Typhoons fly down and begin using their auto-cannons against the enemy attack helicopters.

Now that the A-25s have dropped their incendiary munitions over the city, the head towards the beaches. With their auto-cannons and air-to-ground missiles, they attack the enemy tanks and strafe some of the Atkemri soldiers.

Meanwhile, more Valgoran soldiers get onto the beach. While some attack helicopters take off from the assault carriers to assist the soldiers.

OOC: Considering my fleet is gone, they probably won't get a ceasefire message as since there ain't no command ship anymore.

2 X Ori Class Assault Carriers
- CIWS auto-cannons

400 troops
3 P-103 attack helicopters
5 X T110 MBTs
5 X TL-34 Medium Tank
7 X Puma IFVs

Holom
As the fire burns thoughout the city firefighters attempt to put out the flames in the city. Multiple firefighters have died attempting to save those who haven't evacuated and barricaded themselves inside buildings to form a fallback line. There has been tens of thousands of DORO's of damage.
The beaches
Atkemrian fighters come in to fight the Eurofighter Typhoons. They are deployed from a aircraft carrier from a slightly off the coast and begin using their air to air missiles locking on to them and then firing.

[Tawwassen]

Black Guards 1st Expeditionary Force
Holom

Along the coastline of Holom, the order relayed to hold fast and ceasefire. Brigade Commander Reddick, frustrated, none the less accepted her position, shouting at her soldiers who were now lowering their weapons and stopping the advance. The Valgoran troops, apparently not having got the message where now her biggest concern.

"Ceasefire! Ceasefire goddammit!" She shouted into her radio, trying to get the troops attention.

Meanwhile, on the Bridge of the Naitka Commander Bowman was looking over the short response he had received from the Atkemrians. "Jesus H. Christ." He muttered under his breath, "How do they expect us to leave?" He hissed as he sent his reply.

To General Roman Kacik
From Sub-Commander Andrew Bowman

At this moment, we have 3000 men in Holom, and no means to extract them. It is physically impossible for us to leave at this time. This is what we will do. In attempts to negotiate, we may send a delegation a shore to meet with whoever you wish. Our troops hold to our respective sides of the frontlines until we come to an agreement. Following such negotiations, we will bring in the vessels necessary to bring home our men.

Local 119 Black Guards
Salish Bay
Tawwassian Capital

As the sedan raced away through the city streets, a squad of Tawwassian vehicles followed in hot pursuit. At the head of the pack of Tawwassian cars was a technical, mounted with a PKM Machine Gun, returning fire in controlled bursts at the would be assassins car, careful to avoid the civilians running for cover. From the trucks Cabin, the Guard Commander was shouting into a radio, ducking below the dashboard to avoid fire coming from the car. "We're heading eastbound on York! Taking fire from the Sedan now, where the hell are you!?"

"Hang on Comrade." A voice came through the radio, "Watch your fire to the North. We're inbound!" The Guard Commander put down the radio and reached for his holster as they approached an upcoming intersection. Before the sedan could cross, a pack of armoured vans and technicals sped through from the north side, ready to cut of the assassin's vehicle.

Across down, the Deputy President's car screeched to a stop before Callahan Memorial Hospital. A team of Doctors and nurses were waiting by the front. The car had barely come to a stop when Bonsaint's guards had leapt out, sprinting around to the back seat where they help the Doctors remove the woman's limp body and place in on a stretcher, before running her inside.

[New Roma Republic]

NRS Valryon
5 km away from Joint Fleet remains
The explosions were good. The CO brought the boat up to periscope depth and looked around. There was wreckage. He could see four ships that looked to still be operational; all the others were either smoking, rolled over, or sinking. Good. “Down Scope”. The CO looked at his First Officer. “Four ships, four tubes.”

“Mars has been good to us. A quaint little war” commented the First Officer. “Trierarchus, shall we proceed?”

“Of course. Torpedo Room, Con, replace the decoy with a torpedo, and make all tubes ready in all aspects.”

“Con, Torpedo Room, aye.”

“Sir, ESM mast is picking up chatter; it appears to be open communication” reported the Comms Officer. He printed out the messages he was picking up, while the First Officer read what they said.

“Trierarchus, it appears as if the Allaneans are offering a ceasefire, and both the Tawwassens and the Atkemrians have agreed, with the Atkemrian response being ‘We will accept your offer for a ceasefire. Now please leave.’”

“Interesting news, Numerus Unus. That might work in our favor” mused the CO. “Torpedo Room, Con, open fire.”

The four torpedoes exited the tubes in swim out mode, making them extremely less noisy than a forced exit. Each torpedo was driven toward a ship by the manual wire control. The fiberoptic guidance wires will not be cut until after detonation on their targets.

The small contingent of Imperial Marines on the Valryon were prepared to exit onto the top deck, should the CO decide to surface the vessel, and bring prisoners on board. A second of the ship was also cordoned off for the prisoners.

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NRS Maximinus
7 km away from Joint Fleet remnants
The CO of the Maximinus did not enjoy this cavalier behavior of this mission. The idea of surfacing, and being so close to an enemy force scared him, even if that force was more or less gone. All the same, he had other things to worry about. His ship had become a prison ship, with more along with way, maybe. It was weird having non-humans aboard the ship. The Imperial Republic was totally human with little to no contact with any sentient species other than Homo Sapiens.

It was especially difficult for those of Nifionese descent on his crew because of what their culture and religion taught them. They called them "yokai". A big part of the Nifonese brand of Christianity is that Genesis 6 speaks about the demonic incursion into the material world and the Oni messing with human and animal DNA in order to corrupt the creation and prevent Messiah from being born. This being the Furries onboard. So, he kept anyone of Nifonese decent away from the missile room.
The prisoners were thoroughly checked and vetted and had all items taken from them. Especially items that could be used to injure or communicate. Just to be sure, they were stripped down to their underclothes and tied with rope.

With these precautions taken, the awaited the signal to surface. They would take on as many prisoners as they could before shoving back off. It was more humane than leaving them to drown or what have you. They would even let the ship’s doctor work on the wounded. Just as long as they didn’t try to do anything stupid.

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NRS Vorn
8 km from the Joint Fleet remnants
The NRS Vorn began creeping forward toward the decimated fleets, ready to take onboard POWs, with their own Marines preparing to go topside, and a section of the ship being cordoned off. They were ready to finally finish the mission. All that was left was the signal from the Valryon.

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NRS B’Moth
5 Disabled ships
“Con, Sonar, all 5 ships have stopped. One has definitely sunk and another is taking on water.”

“Damn,” muttered the CO. “We’re out of torpedoes. Ok, next time, don’t let me fire our entire compliment of torpedoes at once” he told the First Officer.

“What to do then?” pondered the First Officer.

“Helm, take us to 15 km out, and bring me up to periscope depth. Raise periscope once we reach the location.”

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NRS Tiberinus
27 km from the 5 Disabled ships
The noticed the same thing as the B’Moth using their tailed sonar array. Because of that, the CO ordered the helm to 10 km away from the group of ships, and fired 3 torpedoes, using wire guidance all the way, one torpedo for each ship. The wires would be cut after detonation. The final 3 tubes were loaded with outer doors open, ready to fire if needed.

[Atkemri]

Black Guards 1st Expeditionary Force
Holom

Along the coastline of Holom, the order relayed to hold fast and ceasefire. Brigade Commander Reddick, frustrated, none the less accepted her position, shouting at her soldiers who were now lowering their weapons and stopping the advance. The Valgoran troops, apparently not having got the message where now her biggest concern.

"Ceasefire! Ceasefire goddammit!" She shouted into her radio, trying to get the troops attention.

Meanwhile, on the Bridge of the Naitka Commander Bowman was looking over the short response he had received from the Atkemrians. "Jesus H. Christ." He muttered under his breath, "How do they expect us to leave?" He hissed as he sent his reply.

To General Roman Kacik
From Sub-Commander Andrew Bowman

At this moment, we have 3000 men in Holom, and no means to extract them. It is physically impossible for us to leave at this time. This is what we will do. In attempts to negotiate, we may send a delegation a shore to meet with whoever you wish. Our troops hold to our respective sides of the frontlines until we come to an agreement. Following such negotiations, we will bring in the vessels necessary to bring home our men.

Local 119 Black Guards
Salish Bay
Tawwassian Capital

As the sedan raced away through the city streets, a squad of Tawwassian vehicles followed in hot pursuit. At the head of the pack of Tawwassian cars was a technical, mounted with a PKM Machine Gun, returning fire in controlled bursts at the would be assassins car, careful to avoid the civilians running for cover. From the trucks Cabin, the Guard Commander was shouting into a radio, ducking below the dashboard to avoid fire coming from the car. "We're heading eastbound on York! Taking fire from the Sedan now, where the hell are you!?"

"Hang on Comrade." A voice came through the radio, "Watch your fire to the North. We're inbound!" The Guard Commander put down the radio and reached for his holster as they approached an upcoming intersection. Before the sedan could cross, a pack of armoured vans and technicals sped through from the north side, ready to cut of the assassin's vehicle.

Across down, the Deputy President's car screeched to a stop before Callahan Memorial Hospital. A team of Doctors and nurses were waiting by the front. The car had barely come to a stop when Bonsaint's guards had leapt out, sprinting around to the back seat where they help the Doctors remove the woman's limp body and place in on a stretcher, before running her inside.

To:Andrew Bowman
Understandable but any hostile movement from your army will lead to further war

Salish bay
Agent 642 would throw a grenade out the window at his pursuers carelessly throwing it somewhat carelessly with it landing in the middle of the road. The driver would upon seeing the road blocked would begin driving on the sidewalk mowing down a couple civilians but the goal was still in mind get to the US embassy,claim diplomatic immunity,and get extracted. These tactics were normal for the blacl hand,the name of Atkemri's covert ops though this wasn't very covert.

[Valgora]

Valgoran Ground Forces

The Admiral ordered his troops to stop firing a few minutes after Commander Reddick yelled on the radio about the ceasefire. However, the assault ships were still unloading men off onto the beaches, albeit without firing weapons or anything.

More Valgoran aircraft came to deal with the enemy aircraft; however, they didn't engage.

After a few awkward minutes, there was a loud explosion. The assault carriers and the Tawwassen carrier and destroyer were hit. The assault carriers were beginning to take on water; however, the compartments were sealed.

When the Valgorans saw that their ships were hit, they opened fire again. The 20mm CIWS guns began opening fire on the enemy aircraft and helicopters. The Valgoran fighters engaged the enemy helicopters and aircraft.

All of the Valgorans, their tanks, their IFVs, and attack helicopters were shooting at the Atkemri soldiers. With the attack aircraft making strafing runs on the enemy soldiers and tanks and using their ASMs on the Atkemri tanks.

2 X Ori Class Assault Carriers
- CIWS auto-cannons

550 soldiers and counting
3 P-103 attack helicopters
5 X T110 MBTs
5 X TL-34 Medium Tank
7 X Puma IFVs

5 A-25s with 30mm auto-cannons and 4 ASMs each (20 total) (OOC: I think I originally gave them 4 each)

20 Valgoran Eurofighter Typhoons
- Auto-cannons and AAMs

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Damaged Valgoran Fleet
Location: Doesn't really fuckin' matter at this point

The hydrophones picked up the torpedoes and launched the countermeasures. Now the two destroyers were all out of countermeasures while the frigate had only five left.

One countermeasure took out a torpedo by ramming into it. However, the rest didn't work. The frigate was hit and beginning to take on water, but sealing the compartments slowed down the water. The cod class destroyer was also hit and taking on water; while not a large amount of water was entering, they were not able to seal the compartments because too many were compromised.

[Tawwassen]

Black Guards 1st Expeditionary Force
Bridge of the Naitaka
Holom

Bowman looked over the message he'd received from the Atkemrian Commander, nodding solemnly. "Right. Let's get a helicopter ready to head a shore, yeah? See if we can't sort this out." He turned, heading down off the bridge and towards the flight deck along with a few fellow members of the Command Staff. Walking off the bridge and out onto the stairwell, he pulled a pack of cigarettes from his brest pocket, lighting one to calm his nerves.

"You really think we can get anywhere talking to these people?" A Junior Commander asked, "If they're anything like their President, they're batshit insane."

"It's our best bet. At the very least we can keep buy some time until we can get some reinforcements." He said, stepping onto the flight deck just in time to be flung to the side by a blast to the Naitaka's starboard. It took Bowman a few moments to come to his senseS, getting back to his feet in time to see the fate of the last operational destroyer, struck by an enemy torpedo. "Fuck off!" Bowman roared as the Carrier began to lean to it's side, taking on water, "Fuck off, we agreed to a ceasefire you cowardly fucks!" The last destroyer fired her last torpedos in response, two Russian VA-111 Shkval before she began to go down. Bowman sprinted towards the awaiting helicopter, her pilots figting to keep her up from the deck of the sinking ship. Aboard, the first thing the Commander did was reach for his radio, hailing the Atkemrians.

"This is Commander Bowman! We're taking fire from your allied ships! Tell them we've agreed to a ceasefire unless you want to watch your city burn!"

Reinforcements were already in bound, but it would still be a long time before they could arrive. They could only hope that when they arrived, all they would have to do was evacuate their men.

• 2 Wasp-Class Assault Ships
• 2 Slava-Class Cruisers
• 5 Sovremenny-Class Destroyers
• 3 Totem-Class Submarines
• 2 Freighters

Local 119 Black Guards
Salish Bay
Tawwassian Capital[/spoiler]

The pursuing vehicles swerved to try and avoid the grenade tossed by the Assassin and his accomplice, while the Vehicles in the Road block sprung into action as the Sedan pulled onto the sidewalk. Pummeling the cars hood and windshield with 7.62 rounds from PKM Machine guns, drivers stepped on the gas trying to corner the sedan as it made it's get away, or at the very least T-Bone it and put it out of commission, honking wildly at civilians who scattered like Ants.

[Atkemri]

Black Guards 1st Expeditionary Force
Bridge of the Naitaka
Holom

Bowman looked over the message he'd received from the Atkemrian Commander, nodding solemnly. "Right. Let's get a helicopter ready to head a shore, yeah? See if we can't sort this out." He turned, heading down off the bridge and towards the flight deck along with a few fellow members of the Command Staff. Walking off the bridge and out onto the stairwell, he pulled a pack of cigarettes from his brest pocket, lighting one to calm his nerves.

"You really think we can get anywhere talking to these people?" A Junior Commander asked, "If they're anything like their President, they're batshit insane."

"It's our best bet. At the very least we can keep buy some time until we can get some reinforcements." He said, stepping onto the flight deck just in time to be flung to the side by a blast to the Naitaka's starboard. It took Bowman a few moments to come to his senseS, getting back to his feet in time to see the fate of the last operational destroyer, struck by an enemy torpedo. "Fuck off!" Bowman roared as the Carrier began to lean to it's side, taking on water, "Fuck off, we agreed to a ceasefire you cowardly fucks!" The last destroyer fired her last torpedos in response, two Russian VA-111 Shkval before she began to go down. Bowman sprinted towards the awaiting helicopter, her pilots figting to keep her up from the deck of the sinking ship. Aboard, the first thing the Commander did was reach for his radio, hailing the Atkemrians.

"This is Commander Bowman! We're taking fire from your allied ships! Tell them we've agreed to a ceasefire unless you want to watch your city burn!"

Reinforcements were already in bound, but it would still be a long time before they could arrive. They could only hope that when they arrived, all they would have to do was evacuate their men.

• 2 Wasp-Class Assault Ships
• 2 Slava-Class Cruisers
• 5 Sovremenny-Class Destroyers
• 3 Totem-Class Submarines
• 2 Freighters

Local 119 Black Guards
Salish Bay
Tawwassian Capital[/spoiler]

The pursuing vehicles swerved to try and avoid the grenade tossed by the Assassin and his accomplice, while the Vehicles in the Road block sprung into action as the Sedan pulled onto the sidewalk. Pummeling the cars hood and windshield with 7.62 rounds from PKM Machine guns, drivers stepped on the gas trying to corner the sedan as it made it's get away, or at the very least T-Bone it and put it out of commission, honking wildly at civilians who scattered like Ants.

Atkemrian command center
As news came in the announcement of the attack was a shock. This message was sent to them

To:Allies in the conflict.
A temporary cease-fire has been signed stop hostile actions against the Communist's fleet or what's left of them until the go is given or when aggression is seen.

Salish Bay
The Sedan was still for the most part doing fine with only slight cracks appearing in the windows. The cars attempting to T-bone it missed by only a couple inches. The driver among this chaos was able to begin talking to Agent 642. "Hey if you want a bit more firepower than that revolver look under the seat." He would and would find a P-90 he would give a quick smile before turning around and firing into their Pursuers as they attempt to cross the border into America to get to the Atkemrian embassy in New York.

[New Roma Republic]

NRS Valryon
5 km away from the Joint Group Remnants
“Con, Sonar, Torpedoes in the water!”

“Deploy counter measures, hard port, duck under the thermocline!” Ordered the CO. The Helm reacted instantly, as trained. Out of the starboard side, 3 noisemakers were fired off. These were to distract the torpedo from the sub. The fact that these were not wire guided greatly increased that likeliness.

However, this torpedo was a fast one; it was fuel by solid rocket fuel, the similar to what was used in the boosters for mistake known as the American Space Shuttle. At launch, the torpedo went 50knts, but quickly increased to 200knts, traveling the distance of 5km in 1 min, 16 seconds (as the average speed was 125knts).

With all these considerations, the torpedoes were fired as snapshots; hopes that it would hit its target. Unfortunately, the guidance system for the Shkval is GOLIS, so it must contain preset information about the target. Therefore, the torpedoes could not track the Valryon, and so they went wide.

“That was too close” commented the First Officer.

“Con, Sonar, that wasn’t a screw on that thing. Sounded like a rocket taking off, like what I’d watch when I was a kid.”

The CO and FO exchanged looks. There weren’t many rocket powered torpedoes in the world.

“Damn Commies. Torpedo Room, Con, load one tube with a decoy, the other three with torpedoes.”

“Con, Sonar, sounds like the two ships are taking water. No data on the Carrier, I think that’s still a float.”

“Helm, make my depth periscope.”

“Aye, make you depth periscope.”

“Up scope, up ESM mast” The two masts went up. The CO looked at the harbor. Looks like the Assault Carriers are still afloat. Same with the…the flag looks Tawwassen. The Tawwassen carrier is still afloat.”

“Trierarchus, the Tawwassens are sending reinforcements to retrieve their troops. It’ll take a while for them to get here, but I don’t want to be here when they get here.(EDIT:) Also, I the Aktemri want us to lay off our attack.”

“We will stop once there is no ship afloat. Down scope. Down mast. Torpedo Room, Con, fire decoy, reload tube, and fire all four tubes.”

The decoy was fired, heading in a northwesterly direction across the ships. The torpedoes were then fired, with two heading toward the Tawwassen Carrier, and one torpedo each heading toward the assault ships. The wires won’t be cut until detonation.

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NRS Vorn
8 km from Joint Fleet
The Vorn too tracked the supercavitating rocket torpedoes as they sped west. “Did those fuckers just fire ROCKETS at us?” demanded the CO. “Torpedo Room, Con, fire all tubes at any ships that are still alive out there!”

From the torpedo tubes came 4 torpedoes, with one heading toward each assault carrier, the Tawwassen carrier, and one heading toward a destroyer that was still semi-operational.

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NRS Maximinus
7km NW of the Joint Fleets
“Con, Sonar, uh, Trierarchus, it sounds like there are hostile torpedoes south of us, heading due east. Supercavitating. Friendly torpedoes in the water…and a noise maker. 8 torpedoes.”

“Sounds like a party. Helm, make my depth periscope, and up scope” ordered the Trierarchus. He looked through the scope, and commented “hmm, looks as if we have 2 destroyers still operating. That would make POW retrieving difficult. Torpedo Room, Con, fire all torpedoes.”

6 torpedoes left the tubes of the Mason Class SSGN, and they were manually guided by wire until they detonated. They split into two groups of 3, headed at each destroyer.

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NRS B’Moth
Near 5 disabled ships
“What do you mean there were explosions?” asked the CO. Perhaps its one of the SSGNs, they’re supposed to be in the area “Up scope.”

The CO looked at the ships. Some sinking, others listing, all stopped. It was only a matter of time…

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NRS Tiberinus
20 km from the 5 disabled ships
“Fire all 6 tubes” ordered the CO.

The six torpedoes fired out, with 3 heading at the destroyer, and the other 3 at the frigate. They used wire guidance until they detonated, at which time the wire would be cut and tubes reloaded.

[Allanea]

Official Message from Admiral Vance Sokolov, FKS Vendee

Comrades of the Tawwassen expeditionary force!

I am Admiral Vance Sokolov, of the Free Kingdom Navy. I am on my way, sent by Her Imperial Majesty, Cassiopeia Blaken-Kazansky, and the Free People of Allanea, to relieve Atkemri from the siege you have laid on that country. Within a day, my forces will be in strike range of you. However, I am authorized, by Her Imperial Majesty’s Government, to negotiate for your people an honorable retreat. Your fleet is even now not doing well in battle – imagine how badly it will be doing when a force of Allanean sailors and warships will be on the scene!

However, the Free Kingdom is willing to be reasonable. Should you agree to withdraw your forces entirely from Atkemri, and cease fire, we will aid you in transporting your troops safely and in good condition, to the best of our ability, to your homeland. There is no dishonor in this.

Should you refuse, and persist on fighting to the last man, we will conclude you desire a glorious death in glorious battle with the forces of capitalism and monarchy over an honorable retreat - and we can grant either of those.

[Valgora]

Valgoran Reinforcement Fleet
Location: Niflheim Sound

At this point, it was decided that it would be best to cut their losses and bring back their solders. But this time, they made sure that the fleet was more equipped, especially to deal with submarine attacks.

The fleet included:
Two Ori Class assault carriers for transport of their soldiers, an Odin Class aircraft carrier (same as the VMS Zabivaka), five Dire Wolf Class destroyers, two frigates, two cruisers, and three submarines (one of which, was a hunter-killer; designed for the specific purpose of killing submarines).

As soon as they were a few kilometers from friendly water, five of the ships launched their towing sonar. Two of the frigates use a VDS similar to the Sonar 2087.

The carrier also began having it's aircraft perform recon, and an AEW&C aircraft was launched as well.

One of the subs would occasionally use active sonar pings before switching back to passive sonar.

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Damaged Valgoran Fleet

The frigate launched the last of the anti-torpedoes. None had an effect. All six torps hit. Causing both ships to start sinking.

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Valgoran Fleet or what's fuckin' left of it
Location: Off Atkemri coast

The last destroyer is now sinking.

The assault carriers were both hit, and began sinking. However, one was only sinking at a slow rate. They both continued to load off soldiers onto the beach. Where the men were positioned on the ship, very few (if any) would actually die from the ship sinking; however, if it sank, they would have to swim to shore.

The assault carrier that was sinking slowly began firing it's RIM-116 Rolling Airframe Missile (RAM) at the enemy jets and helicopters.

[New Roma Republic]

NRS Valryon, NRS Vorn and NRS Maximinus
5 km from fleet wreckages
The CO smiled as he surveyed at the destruction. It was truly a beautiful thing to see ones’ enemy so utterly destroyed. And he wanted so bad to surface and pluck these poor saps from the ocean. But, alas, there was a large number of planes overhead – Did that carrier commit its entire air wing? – and that was worrisome. So much so that he ordered a retreat. There was no need to risk the subs to air attack just for some POWs, especially with the shore so close.

So a retreat was ordered. The Valryon, along with the Vorn and Maximinus, turned around, ducked below the thermocline, and headed toward the location of the sinking ships that were retreating. There, they would pick up the sailors that were now shipless, and head back to the homeland.

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NRS B’Moth and NRS Tiberinus
Next to sunken retreating ships
The two ships surfaced when it was confirmed that all the ships were out of commission and sinking. The Imperial Marines burst onto the decks of the two ships, guns out. Inflatable rafts were deployed as several teams from each ship went out and began plucking the survivors from the ocean. All the teams began taking the survivors to the Tiberinus as they had more room for additional prisoners than the B’Moth.

When the prisoners got on deck, the Marines patted them down, and forced them to strip to their undergarment. Any and all items were confiscated, and their hands and feet tied when they were placed in the missile room.

Once all the prisoners were loaded onto the Tiberinus and the newly arrived Maximinus, the 5 ships dove beneath the seas, below the thermocline, heading south, to round Africa, and head east toward the region of Aeneid.

[Tawwassen]

Local 119 Black Guards
Salish Bay
Tawwassian Capital

The militia vehicles were in hot pursuit, trying to avoid the fire coming from the back of the Assassin's sedan. He'd broken past the first roadblock, but he hadn't made it to safety yet. With a Z-11 scout helicopter circling above to track the sedan through the city, the pursuing vehicles were forced to back off to avoid getting shot. Still, navigating the Urban Sprawl of Salish Bay could play in the home teams advantage. Local traffic could easily play a role in controlling the getaway car's movement, and where it couldn't, hastily constructed roadbloaks were put in place, made of militia vehicles and spike strips. The plan was to corral him out of the city to less densely populated areas... The agricultural projects to the South, where they could let loose at the car without having to worry about catching citizens in the crossfire. Men in the pursuing vehicles prepared grenade launchers, while near the outskirts of town a larger force of local Militiamen and Security wait.

Black Guards 1st Expeditionary Force
Andrew Bowman
Holom

Andrew Bowman's helicopter touched down on the beachhead, fixing his wedge cap to his head and slinging his AKM Over his shoulder. Around him, men and women of the 1st Expeditionary Force were regrouping, loading weapons into crates, and the bodies of the dead into body bags. Looking beyond, fires still burned in Holom. He snorted, wiping sweat from his brow. Even if he hadn't taken the city, they'd sure as hell fucked her up. Lucky Wells was still out there, sure, but Bowman could live with the fact he'd taken a shit on his doorstep before running off. Though with a Carrier Strike Group put out of Commission, that had to be the most expensive shit Bowman had ever taken.

"Casualties?" He asked a Junior Commander, resting against a Tank smoking a cigarrette.

"Welp. We fared better than you." He sighed, "There were mostly local militias on the beach, though they were more like a fuckin' lynch mob. The army was a tougher. Didn't have time to take heavy casualties... What about you boys..." He looked out over the bay, "You think the fleet's still Combat Effective?" The only ship still floating was the Carrier, though ships of her kind were not typically supposed to float on their sides.

Bowman snorted as he turned away from the solider and up the beach.

North Coast 2nd Task Force
Sub-Commander Joseph Hatcher
Near Atkemrian Waters

The 2nd Task had been offered a little extra help on this mission given the present condition of the first wave sent to the Atkemrian Capital. Three Subs and Two Cruisers were in the water, escorting the carriers and repurposed freighters which would be responsible for bringing their men home. On the bridge of one of the Cruisers, the TWS Stormmaker, Sub-Commander Joseph Hatcher wanted nothing more than to finish the the job his Comrades had set out to do, to hang President Wells above the burnt remains of his Capital. But that was not his mission anymore, the Confederacy had wasted too many resources on this Campaign to continue it as is. If all went according to plan, he would bring his men home safely without firing a shot, and maybe catch a glimpse of the fires burning in Holom.

"Comrade Commander." A Junior Officer alerted Hatcher, who turned to look at her. "It's the Kingdom of Allanea, they're asking if we've agreed to the ceasefire?"

The Commander nodded, before wiring a response.

To Admiral Vance Sokolov, FKS Vendee
From Sub-Commander Joseph Martin Hatcher, TWS Stormmaker, 2nd Task Force

We have agreed with the forces of Atkemri to lay down our arms and accept a ceasefire, as we go about withdrawing our ground forces from the City of Holom. Your offer to provide transport, while gracious, is unnecessary, as local forces have permitted our ships to enter their harbour for the purpose of evacuating our comrades.

We have no intention of engaging in military action at this time.

However, as this message was relayed, far over the Horizon, a lone freighter with American Markings was steaming towards Moroccan waters. From the shore, miles of uninhabited dessert, it would be next to impossible to spot the small dingy dart from behind her towards the coastline.

[Sankt-Mikhail]

Black Guards 1st Expeditionary Force
TWS Naitaka

Utkin was fixated on checking his weapon, a standard-issue M1911 left over from the U.S.-backed monarchy. All of St. Michael's weapons were like that - old and outdated. If anyone had asked he had story ready. "What, this old thing? Bah, it's nothing. I just like vintage weapons is all." It was believeable enough to work. After all, the M1911 is still a very popular handgun. Nobody needed to know the true state of equipment for the Michaelean Armed Forces, certainly not when there were more pressing concerns.

Such as the ceasefire Utkin believed was futile. The colonel wasn't the smartest man in the room, but even he knew that Wells was far too reckless and cocky. He'd most likely demand the withdrawal of the invading forces with no exceptions. He also knew that the only way the Tawwassians would agree to that is if they wanted to. They were stubborn like that, something he couldn't help but admire. Utkin patiently looked out the window in the direction of the beachhead. Unable to handle the waiting - and hoping to take advantage of the lack of munitions slamming into the ship - he decided to step out for a smoke break. Utkin always thought about quitting tobacco. He knew those things would probably kill him - just like his mother always told him - but he figured it beats being shot or drowning.

[Valgora]

Valgoran Ground Attack

Whether or not anyone wanted them to, the Valgoran soldiers were still fighting.

At this point, 855 troops were on the beach and had moved up.

30 pegasi flew above the Atkemri troops, shooting and raining down molotov cocktails at them.
While the vehicles and soldiers moved forward. A group of soldiers was moving to the right in an attempt to flank the Atkemri troops.
Five motars were set up and began firing upon the Atkemri ground troops.

A group of grenadiers began firing 40mm grenades at the enemy. While not that accurate, it would act like a form of small (very small) artillery.

All the while, the Valgoran attack aircraft were strafing ground targets and firing ASMs at the enemy vehicles.


The Admiral got onto the radio to speak to the commander of the Tawwassen ground forces.
"Hey! Commander Reddick. Is that right? Anyways, could you possibly help us out here? We'd like to kill these motherfuckers a quickly as possible."

855 Soldiers

5 X TL-110s
5 X TL-34s
5 X Puma IFVs

5 X short-range mortars

Ori Class Assault Carrier
- CIWS
- RAMs

Aircraft
- 5 P-105s
- 5 A-25s
- 57 Eurofighter Typhoons

[Democratic Exodian Territories]

Federal Chateau, 2:15 AM
Democratic Exodian Territories

Governor William Shang slept peacefully on his side in the pitch-black hours. Despite his normal aggressive mindset and emphasis on the military, fighting was in no part of his thoughts. Perhaps an espionage mission here, a military upgrade program there, but war claimed no property. Ironically, he was thinking of quite the opposite- a long-lost love from his childhood.

The stroke of a mechanical ink-pen- the rushing of footsteps- a sign of urgency and sudden change.

"Sir! You have to see this! Wake up!"
The voice of his young Jewish aide and assistant, Isaacs, forced him out of his reminiscing.
"What the hell, Isaacs? At this time of night? Oh- Oh dear God. Is that what I think it is?"
He unfolded the paper and began to read to himself:

"A Tawwassen naval force, accompanied by other hostile nations' armed forces, including Valgora, recently stormed the beaches of the democratic capitalist nation Atkemri. So far, only the Free Kingdom of Allanea has made any move to support them. Death tolls are rising and our intelligence currently shows that Atkemri is on the losing end."

Shang was furious, almost in tears. The communist superpowers had been assaulting these goodhearted people right in front of him, and it was almost too late.
But suddenly, a spark lit up his mind. It'd happened twice before, when the entire world was engulfed in conflict. His nation's own predecessors.
It only takes one move to change the entire course of a conflict.

Shang wiped away the tear, grinning slightly. Then, getting out of bed, putting on a robe and simple cloth shoes, he turned to his assistant.
"Isaacs, you ever wanted to see how Exodia would fare in a war?"
"Holy- umm- Hell yeah, sir!" His humorously fiery response gave Shang himself more enthusiasm.
"You run your little ass down to the bunker. Tell Philip and Shawn to be down there, five hundred hour maximum. We'll be scrambling a lot more than eggs down there."
Isaacs nodded as he dashed out the door.

Shang picked up the PS Rapier 9x22mm pistol on his nightstand, racking the slide and letting the satisfying click echo momentarily around the room.

It may only have been a small action, but it sure as hell could have been a thunderclap.
"So let's goddamn go to war."

[Tawwassen]

Federal Chateau, 2:15 AM
Democratic Exodian Territories

Governor William Shang slept peacefully on his side in the pitch-black hours. Despite his normal aggressive mindset and emphasis on the military, fighting was in no part of his thoughts. Perhaps an espionage mission here, a military upgrade program there, but war claimed no property. Ironically, he was thinking of quite the opposite- a long-lost love from his childhood.

"Sir! You have to see this! Wake up!"
The voice of his young Jewish aide and assistant, Isaacs, forced him out of his reminiscing.
"What the hell, Isaacs? At this time of night? Oh- Oh dear God. Is that what I think it is?"
He unfolded the paper and began to read to himself:

"A Tawwassen naval force, accompanied by other hostile nations' armed forces, including Valgora, recently stormed the beaches of the democratic capitalist nation Atkemri. So far, only the Free Kingdom of Allanea has made any move to support them. Death tolls are rising and our intelligence currently shows that Atkemri is on the losing end."

Shang was furious, almost in tears. The communist superpowers had been assaulting these goodhearted people right in front of him, and it was almost too late.
But suddenly, a spark lit up his mind. It'd happened twice before, when the entire world was engulfed in conflict. His nation's own predecessors.
It only takes one move to change the entire course of a conflict.

Shang wiped away the tear, grinning slightly. Then, getting out of bed, putting on a robe and simple cloth shoes, he turned to his assistant.
"Isaacs, you ever wanted to see how Exodia would fare in a war?"
"Holy- umm- Hell yeah, sir!" His humorously fiery response gave Shang himself more enthusiasm.
Shang picked up the PS Rapier 9x22mm pistol on his nightstand, racking the slide and letting the satisfying click echo momentarily around the room.

It may only have been a small action, but it sure as hell could have been a thunderclap.
"So let's goddamn go to war."

OOC: Sorry if I've forgotten, but where you accepted?

[Democratic Exodian Territories]

OOC: I'm a complete idiot sometimes. No I wasn't. I never saw the signup page.

[Tawwassen]

OOC: I'm a complete idiot sometimes. No I wasn't. I never saw the signup page.

OOC: Ok, yeah, sorry but this is kind of closed. We'll have to go about kicking your ass some other time

[New Roma Republic]

Passing south of Madagascar
0236
The two SSGNs, Tiberinus and Maximinus, surfaced in the dead of night. It was dark, darker so because it was two days past the New Moon. Nearby was a cargo vessel, the SS Veles, that rendezvoused with the two submarines, one on each side. The Veles was owned by a company based in a small country the Aeneid Region of the world.

After securing the subs, the Marines begin leading the prisoners, who were now tied via a rope around their hands, and connected via the rope around the neck. On the deck of the freighter, the crew, armed with small arms, slung rope ladders over, and a small group of Marines climbed up, entering the ship. The prisoners, a combination of humans, furries, and ponies. Those of Nifonese descent spit on the furries and ponies as they passed while giving the humans dirty looks. After all the prisoner were transferred and secured, the submarines left the cargo vessel, diving back down, and headed home. No communications would leave the subs until they entered the Aeneid region.

After being brought topside, the prisoners entered the ship through a low door that was opened. They were lead in, and brought into the main hold, which was partially empty, and separated into groups. The humans were lead onto the main deck, while the furries and ponies were locked into two different holds. The humans were lead into a room in the center of the ship that was totally dark, with only one entrance/exit. There, all 322 of them were locked up. Above, a creaking noise began, causing a few to fear, but they saw stars. The crew had opened a deck hatch. Down at them looked the captain, Populandos Luto. He gave them a huge smile, his head balding, and the corners of his mouth rolling into his mustache, a cross between a handlebar and walrus. He said to the “Welcome aboard the SS Veles, a humble merchant ship that specializes in goods that may be less than legal in several places. I will be your captain for this journey. Food will be provided for you, and groups will be escorted to the head every 4 hours, so please hold anything for the sake of your fellow passengers. You will be staying with us for quite a while, so get comfortable. Entertainment shall be provided. OH! And lights as well.” Luto clapped, and dim lights turned on around the hold. “I’m sure that’s better. TV will be provided via projector. All the movies and shows will be from my private collection. I hope you all understand Modern Latin! Haha, it will be a swell ride. So, please, sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride.” With that, the cover was closed, and locked, leaving the 322 humans in a giant metal box with dim lights. The projector turned on and began showing a popular soap opera.

Down below, the furries and ponies could hear the gunshots ring out. They became restless as they wondered what was going to happen. While the executions were happening, the furries were brought out from the hold and placed into an airtight room. When they were all in, nitrogen gas was pumped into the hold. The furries slowly became asphyxiated. Once all were dead, the crew members there began moving the bodies to the sterile sickbay. There, the pelts were removed from the bodies, slowly, precisely, cutting from the anus up the belly to the neck. The arms and legs were cut open as well, and the fur itself was removed. This process was used for all 109 furries. After the operation was complete, everything that was left of the furries was loaded into the incinerator, used to reduce the trash volume on the ship, which was empty, save for some ashes. A few burlap sacks were loaded into the incinerator as well. These sacks contained the clothing taken from the prisoners on the subs as a security precaution.

While the furry remains were being transferred to the furnace, the 83 ponies were brought into the asphyxiation room, and also got the nitrogen gas experience. From there, the bodies were lugged into the cleaned up sickbay, and there the meat was removed from the ponies, both earth, and pegasus. The wings were removed from the 43 pegasi, and placed with the furs to cure. Their meat was cut into sides and was brought to a special meat container, where they were hung among beef sides. The remains of the ponies were transported to the furnace and added to the pile of furry remains. Once all the remains were there, the furnace was fired up once more, destroying the remains.

The ship sailed on its way to deliver the goods it had on board. Any and all ash was slowly filtered off the ship into the sea, similar to how Andy Dufresne deposited the dust from his digging in Shawshank Redemption.

The first stop along the route was a port city in the island nation of Nifon. There, various crates were offloaded to legitimate companies. However, one crate was destined for the Red Herring Society. This crate was full of 109 furs, and 43 pairs of pegasi wings. The money that was used to pay for this will, through many indirect channels, fund part of the military operation used to obtain these prizes.

The next day, the SS Veles left port for its next port-of-call, Port Thorben in the Anker-Land State of The Empire of Common Territories. Here, the meat crate was offloaded, where it would be transported away to wherever its final destination was. The money they received would also find its way to paying for the attacks in the intervention.

As they left that port for the next, the captain of the ship noted: “It’s been a good week for business.”

---

Temporary Caesar Residence
New Rome, Imperial Republic of New Rome
Another day, another briefing. A lot always happened in the night, which bothered Ayanami. She didn’t enjoy waking up to finding out what part of the went to shit while she slept. Sleep always took too much time, but was, as always, essential.

The briefing took a turn to the Atkemri incident. “RORSAT and IMINT satellites indicate the Tawwassens and Valgorians are both sending new fleets to Atkemri. Based on the ELINT the Valryon picked up while on deployment, the Tawwassen fleet is there to pick up their troops. We have ample reason to believe the Valgorian fleet has the same goal.

The Valgorians are still fighting, and their planes are stranded, flying. They’ll have to land or crash soon.”

“Good. I hope many of those fur demons die” replied the Caesar, who herself was of Nifonese heritage, and was raised on the stories of the fur demons in Genesis from the Nifonese Bible. “Have a ROBS be put into an orbit intersecting the location of the landing. We may use it yet.”

“Yes, Ma’am. In addition, we have been able to sell several to our friends in Nifon, who in turn gave us a pretty penny for it. Same for the wings. Our friends in TECT were also gracious.” It was odd for the briefing officer to use the term “our friends” for those two nations. He had been in the military long enough to remember the Spring Sea Massacre, and how a fluke in TWO battle groups made them lose all ships involved. The damn Nifonese navy sunk both that day, starting a short hostile period which was soothed by the election of the current Caesar, among other things.

“I’m glad to hear. Let me know when the exact amount of how much of the conflict was paid for” ordered the Caesar.

“Yes, Ma’am. Now, onto….”

[Atkemri]

Valgoran Ground Attack

Whether or not anyone wanted them to, the Valgoran soldiers were still fighting.

At this point, 855 troops were on the beach and had moved up.

30 pegasi flew above the Atkemri troops, shooting and raining down molotov cocktails at them.
While the vehicles and soldiers moved forward. A group of soldiers was moving to the right in an attempt to flank the Atkemri troops.

All the while, the Valgoran attack aircraft were strafing ground targets and firing ASMs at the enemy vehicles.

Holom's beaches
The AA guns being just brought into the city began firing at the pegasi and attack aircraft. SAM's would fire at the Attack aircraft. On the ground three tanks were down and many of the militia had died with hundreds dead from the two attacks on the beach front. The official military had began pouring on to the beaches taking cover around the small stone walls,some would be in the buildings behind the beach and begin sniping at the approaching ground force of Valgora. Fighters would fight the air opposition and in a attempt to not waste ammo try to ram their planes into the pegasi. Bombers would bomb the Valgorans on the ground attempting not to hit Tawwassen forces as well.

[Tawwassen]

Black Guards 1st Expeditionary Force
Brigade Commander Reddick
Holom

"God fucking dammit!" Reddick hissed, snatching up her radio as the sound of gunfire, "This is Commander Reddick of the Black Guards Expeditionary Force! In case you boys ain't notice yet, we ain't got no god damn fleet left... The enemy however, does in fact seem to have a fleet, as we speak moving into position to blow every last one of us to kingdom come! You do what you want, but this is a battle we can't win. Look at this city... It's burning. We ain't got our flag flying over it, but at least we can walk outta hear with our lives! We'll live to fight on another day, comrades."

At the same time, on the Shore, Commander Bowman had hunkered down next to a Tawwassian Truck on the edge of the city. He wasn't in a great mood, all things considered, and the sound of gunfire carrying on across the city didn't do much to calm his nerves. But we wouldn't let it show anymore, not in front of his men. Reaching for his radio, he attempted to contact the Atkemrian Command Staff.

"This is Commander Bowman. We're on the shore, waiting for our fleet to arrive now. I was hoping we could meet with your Commanding Officers... Talk some things over."

North Coast 2nd Task Force
Sub-Commander Joseph Hatcher
4.5 km from Holom

Holom started to come over the Horizon, it's lights visible as night began to creep over Commander Hatcher's fleet. As far as Hatcher could tell, fighting hadn't yet come to an end in the city. Not particularly reassuring, but the fleet continued to Steam towards the coast. "I want everyone to their stations." Hatcher ordered, "If we're sailing into a fight, I want to be ready."

"Yes, Comrade Commander." The chorus rose the the bridge as a response, as men and women began to hurry into position around the ships.

Commando Team Sierra-1-1
Major Darnell Dorsey "Omar Conteh"
Near Atkemri-Morocco Border

Dust billowed out behind the jeep, as it sped along back roads deeper and deeper into Atkemrian Territory. The men and women inside, 5 in total, knew they still had a long drive ahead of them, and being behind enemy lines gave them a slight sense of caution. Behind the wheel was Major Darnell Dorsey, peering through the windshield at the dark road ahead of him, trying to make sense of it through the dust that obscured his headlights. He was no stranger to this type of mission, being a member of JTF2 before the Civil War. He'd been to Afghanistan, Libya, even Kosovo as a younger man, during which time he'd built up quite the reputation within the task force.

But this was his first mission, since defecting from the Canadian Government, and now under Tawwassen's Banner he was eager to make his mark felt on the world.

Salish Bay Local Security Force
President McGuinness
Salish Bay

A convoy of armoured cars pulled up before the main entrance of Callahan Memorial Hospital, hardly coming to a stop before men in black uniforms were jumping out, shouting at one another. From the lead vehicle, President McGuinness jumped down onto the ground, yelling instructions to the Guardsmen around him. He too was in his uniform; black shirt, pants, and boots, and a maroon beret, with his pistol on his belt. "Get this place secure! No one who ain't got a reason is getting in or out, you hear me?"

"Yes, Comrade President!" Guardsmen scattered, as McGuinness and a small team approached the main doors, where a doctor was waiting for them, in bloody scrubs.

"How is she holding up?" The President asked, heading inside the hospital with the Doctor beside him.

"We've got her stable, for now at least." The Doctor said nervously, "But it doesn't look to good, she's lost a lot of blood, on top of the back there's a bullet lodged in her spinal column."

"Keep her alive, doc. Do what you have to do." He said, turning to the Guardsmen beside him, "The people who did this, I want to see them... Do whatever you have to do to bring 'em in."

[Allanea]

It would be around this time that Allanea’s lead ships began to approach the theater of war. They were in full order. The decks had been swept, the armaments have been checked over, the various missiles prepared, the Marines on board the ships drilled again and again.

As the Allanean sailors were preparing for war, their Queen had not completely ruled out, yet, that the conflict might end peacefully.

Official Message from Her Imperial Majesty, Cassiopeia Blaken-Kazansky, Empress of Greater Prussia, Queen of Allanea, Reichskamphen, Leipzig-Island, Duchess of Leyfield and Blaken-Island, et cetera et cetera

As the Queen of Allanea and the wife of Alexander Blaken-Kazansky, in the name of House Blaken-Kazansky I congratulate President Anthony McGuinness on the birth of his daughter, Imogen McGuinness. In the name of our children, at least, let us hope that the fragile peace between our societies holds.

[Valgora]

Valgoran Ground Forces

The pegasi were shooting at the Atkemri forces while the other pegasi threw molotovs at the enemies. After one pass, with each pegasi throwing one molotov, they all returned back to the Valgoran ground forces. The AA guns were too far away to be effective against such small targets. The Atkemri fighter aircraft made the... "brilliant" decision to fly at an incredibly low altitude and ram their aircraft into the small targets that can fly in any direction (up, down, left, right, backwards, forwards, and any combination of those). Had any of their aircraft actually hit a pegasus, it would have been extremely detrimental to the Atkemrian flying it; especially if the pegasus was to enter the air intake, the engine would have been fucked.

And since the enemy aircraft were so low to the ground, that gave the Valgoran fighters the perfect opportunity to attack them from above with 23mm auto-cannons and/or their heat seekers. An opportunity the Valgoran pilots took, swooping in like a bird of prey swoops in to attack it's prey.

The Atkemrians got a SAM to fire upon the Valgoran attack aircraft; however, the A-25s were already at a fairly low altitude in order to attack the enemy ground forces. This made it a bit more difficult for the SAMs to lock on to the attack aircraft; that and that there is a lot of aircraft in the sky. When the aircraft had a missile fired at it, the pilot would pull invasive maneuvers and release countermeasures in order to lose the missile. One aircraft was hit, but thanks to the way it's built, the damage was minimal. One more A-25 was hit by a SAM, the damaged forced the pilot to fly away from the battle.

The AA guns did manage to do damage to some of the attack aircraft. But they did more damage to the attack helicopters, two of them were critically damaged, while the rest were not critically damaged but it was still major. They all had to land on the assault carrier.

Luckily, the assault carrier that was sinking slowly had stopped sinking. The water it was in was shallow enough to allow the top part stay above the water. This meant that the CIWS guns and the RAMs were still active. The assault carrier used them against the Atkemrian bombers to keep them away from the ground troops.
There were also four sniper teams on the deck; three had Timberwolves that fires a 8.6×70mm (.338 Lapua Magnum) round, one had a DSR-50 that fires a 12.7x99mm (.50 BMG) round.

Groups of combat engineers were busy making fortifications as well.

---

(Tawwassen, I'm going to assume that what Reddick said was close enough to telling my Admiral about the ceasefire)

"Motherfucker!" yelled Admiral Frømund Kollsveinsson after he got off the radio. He was pissed. This is the first he's ever heard of the Allanean fleet or their call for a ceasefire.

He pulled out what looked like a pack of cigarettes but with a weed leaf on the box. He pulled one out an lit it. He need to calm down, to analyze the situation in order to make the best decision.

With the number of Valgoran soldiers there were, he had no worries about the Atkemri ground forces. The Valgorans were vikings, bloodlust was a part of them, part of their culture, essentially mandating that they be good fighters and to always work at being a good fighter. No, the Atkemrian soldiers didn't worry him in the slightest. What worried him though, was everything else.

The Valgoran fighters and attack aircraft were doing an excellent job; however, the planes would run out of fuel soon and they had no where to land to refuel.

Then there was the Allanean fleet. They would pose a major problem due to Valgora's being fucked.

Then, there was the most obvious problem of all: the 37º Celsius (~98º Fahrenheit) weather. It was too damn hot. He knew that any prolonged fight in this fuckin' heat would exhaust the Valgoran soldiers. He couldn't have that happen. And besides, no Valgoran would want to die of a heat stroke during a battle.

He ordered a ceasefire and for all units to return to his location. The aircraft were to fly to the assault carrier and stay there until some landing zone could be found.

He ordered two TL-110s, one TL-34, two Puma IFVs, and a few unit equaling to about 65 soldiers to secure the clearing to the right of the Valgoran forces. There were no enemies there, so all they had to do was set up a perimeter.

Now, there was nearly 1143 angry vikings demanding that he tell them why he ordered for a ceasefire.

"Alright!" yelled Frømund. "I know why you are all pissed; and trust me, I'm pissed as well. Now. I have no worries about the Atkemri ground forces. We are vikings, we are fighters; I am confident in our ability to crush the enemy ground forces. However, what worries me, is everything else. For one, our aircraft are doing a fantastic job; however, they don't have fuel to last them forever. Two: There is another fleet coming. They are requesting a ceasefire but are threatening to attack if there is no ceasefire. Three: the most obvious probably that I know we all feel: it's too damned hot out here. Any prolnged fight in this weather will surly exhaust us. And who wants to die of heat stroke in a battle, huh? How stupid of a way to go out.

Now these are my reasons for why I called for a ceasefire. But look on the bright side: there city is on fire!

So now, we wait for our fleet that will come to retrieve us."

[Atkemri]

Black Guards 1st Expeditionary Force
Brigade Commander Reddick
Holom

"God fucking dammit!" Reddick hissed, snatching up her radio as the sound of gunfire, "This is Commander Reddick of the Black Guards Expeditionary Force! In case you boys ain't notice yet, we ain't got no god damn fleet left... The enemy however, does in fact seem to have a fleet, as we speak moving into position to blow every last one of us to kingdom come! You do what you want, but this is a battle we can't win. Look at this city... It's burning. We ain't got our flag flying over it, but at least we can walk outta hear with our lives! We'll live to fight on another day, comrades."

At the same time, on the Shore, Commander Bowman had hunkered down next to a Tawwassian Truck on the edge of the city. He wasn't in a great mood, all things considered, and the sound of gunfire carrying on across the city didn't do much to calm his nerves. But we wouldn't let it show anymore, not in front of his men. Reaching for his radio, he attempted to contact the Atkemrian Command Staff.

"This is Commander Bowman. We're on the shore, waiting for our fleet to arrive now. I was hoping we could meet with your Commanding Officers... Talk some things over."

Command center,Holom city hall
As Roman Kacik commander of the Atkemrian army lay in the bed provided to him a officer walks into his room handing him a letter. "They want to talk now. Cowards." he'd stand up pushing his body upwards with his new prosthetic arm and got in his Humvee and proceeded to go to a local bar which had been untouched by the fighting. With a portable radio he responds to Commander Bowman. "General Roman Kacik we can talk come to these coordinates. Do not bring your guards and or guns. A knife is fine." he proceeds to list the coordinates to Commander Bowman.