A Deo Rex [MT - IC - Closed]

by **Kamosa** » Thu Nov 09, 2017 8:57 pm

(IC for this thread.)
Mahsong, Kingdom of Kamosa

“The nation of Kamosa has gone through a dark period under the previous rulership. The government’s attempted nationalization of the gas industry as well as the farming industries resulted in the loss of much hard work for the citizens of this country, who saw their assets seized because of an act that was passed controversially, barely winning a majority. We now know that the act would have never passed if it wasn’t for corruption on the part of the government coalition, the one that was formed between the Social Democrats and the Red Bloc. And the biggest loser in all of this was you. The people,” said the young King, Leng Tep, as he addressed his people in the capital city, Mahsong. “The people didn’t vote to remove the monarchy that brought stability and growth to this nation. The people didn’t remove the same crown that grew the very industries that the new government seized. A group of selfish revolutionaries did, for the sake of their own power.”

The script in front of him said to pause, so the young monarch did. This speaking wasn’t his specialty. He was only seventeen, after all, and he’d hardly received enough training for the role of King. It was part of the reason why some said that the real leader of the country was the more charismatic General Sun Ros, who still held the title of Head of Government. Head of the Provisional Government, at least. The question of the provisional government and whether or not it would remain provisional still hung in the air for everyone involved. “The people deserve better than a cowardly government that ran away to the west as soon as the conflict began. You, the people, are the reason why we are restoring the former monarchy to its old glory.”

“But we understand that tyrants will not just walk away from their power. I have not come here just to deliver a speech, but to announce that a state of war officially exists between the Kingdom of Kamosa and the Democratic Republic of Kamosa, or in more common terms, the monarchist and Republican factions of the country. Let God side with the strongest faction, and we shall soon see who rules Kamosa,” continued the King. “We also must announce that the country is now in a state of emergency, due to the war. There will be no flights in or out, without the permission of my government and my military. The ports will be closed accordingly, and a curfew will be imposed in the coming weeks. We hope to have this state of emergency removed in a timely manner, but with the war beginning, it is a necessity right now.”

“We will be cut off from the rest of the world, somewhat, but we remind other nations that the channels of communication are still open. We want to announce to the rest of the world that this is a changed country. One that will return to the growth that was happening before the revolutionary forces ruined all of it. Whether you approve of our plight and want to help us, or you condemn us and wish that our enemy is victorious, know that the Kingdom of Kamosa has returned to the world scene. We will see how long it lasts.”

The King turned and walked off of the stage, flanked by members of the military and more than one highly ranked general. The atmosphere in the room was different now, because everyone knew the purpose of the speech. The die had been cast, and the war had started officially. This was no coup that would be resolved in a few weeks, with negotiation and diplomacy. This was the kind of war that could tear a country apart, both physically and in hearts and minds, with the polarization that always followed a conflict like this. And in this war, the Kingdom of Kamosa were the ones who had struck first on both fronts.

by **New Korongo** » Thu Nov 09, 2017 9:07 pm

“The fact of the matter is simple, Your Excellency. The current political climate does not coalesce with your own personal view.” Grenra Sakaao, the minister of foreign affairs, explained in a dismissive tone. The prime minister glared at him, but her expression showed no contempt. It revealed nothing at all. The other members of the cabinet tried and failed to discern her true feelings. Sakaao was an exception. At sixty-seven, he had been around long enough to recognise that the prime minister was hiding her disappointment. She was disappointed in the state of the Korongolese government, the inaction of the leading coalition, and herself. It was tragic, Sakaao thought. She had started the term with such high hopes, but her spirit had been eroded by political reality. “I am sorry Dee, but we lack the support required to increase our refugee quota.” He said, temporarily discarding formality. “The Greens have an unspoken agreement to block any change to the quota without also relaxing current immigration policy. Meanwhile, the National Union is outright opposed to the idea. It is not going to happen, not any time soon.”

“What about the Democratic League?” Deemoah Zari asked disquietingly. Her emotional veil was not impenetrable to all but the wisest members of society after all. The mood in the room turned to ice as the rest of the cabinet silently judged her apparent desperation. The Democratic League was the largest party in the Korongolese parliament, but it was not the most powerful. In fact, it was not even a member of the government. Zari and her supporters had seized power in the last election with a broad coalition consisting of the Green Party, the National Union Party, and the United Labour Party. The League had been consigned to the opposition, but remained the greatest political threat facing Zari. Any major agreement between her party and the opposition which excluded the rest of the coalition would undermine the strength of the government. It was a dangerous move which that signal a greater fracture in the near future.

“The Democratic League maintained the status quo during their tenure.” Sakaao replied after considering the question for a few moments. “It is possible that they may consider an agreement on the issue. From what I gather, the League is not entirely opposed to an increased refugee quota. However, it would be a poor move on their part. As a member of the opposition, the most productive action they can take now is inaction. It would support their argument that a dysfunctional coalition is not different to a hung parliament, in which case they, as the largest party, would be in charge. Doing nothing is the perfect opportunity for them to make us look like fools. That is ignoring the fact that an agreement with the League on an issue as publicised as this would be seen as a betrayal by older supporters of the party, like myself.

“Do we really need support from the other parties in parliament, Minister Sakaao?” The minister of transport, Tumi Gunjmb, interjected. “Could we not take unilateral action on the issue? I sincerely doubt that we require parliamentary approval for changing something as insignificant as the refugee quota. In fact, I would not be surprised if it is entirely within the prerogative of Her Excellency.”

“An exact figure for the refugee quota is stipulated in the Immigration Act, Minister Gunjmb. Altering the quota requires an amendment to the Act, which demands parliamentary approval in turn. I believe that this was discussed on page sixteen.” Sakaao responded as he flipped through the notes which he had received several hours before the meeting. Gunjmb did the same with his own set of notes, which he had failed to read earlier. “As I suspected, all you need to know is found within the second paragraph.” Sakaao had been dismissive towards the prime minister, but was downright patronising to Gunjmb. Some younger members of parliament arrived expecting a position in government to be a free ride. Sakaao was thankful it was not something he could say of Zari. “Even if we could act unilaterally, it would symbolise the deficiencies of our coalition and play right into the hands of the League. The press would pounce almost immediately.”

“I think you have explained the difficulties we face in detail, Grenra. We will postpone our efforts for now and revisit the issue in a later cabinet meeting.” Zari announced in a calm and authoritative tone which was far more reminiscent of her earlier days as prime minister. “Now, before we conclude this meeting, are there any international events which require our immediate attention?”

“There is nothing of note at the moment, Your Excellency.” Sakaao answered in a tone which belied his dishonesty. The world was changing at an astounding pace and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs was doing its best to keep up. Every major event around the world had a chance to shape the future. Fortunately for Sakaao, the men and women in the Ministry had developed a keen sense of relevance. “We received an invitation from the Allanean government to join a free trade zone, but I was not going to broach the subject here. While our coalition may be divided on refugees, our stance has remained firm with regards to economic integration beyond the Southern Cross area. There has also been some tension in the Middle East, but the states involved are waging a war of words. I don’t think it will escalate into an armed conflict, and even if it does, Kuwani has elected to remain neutral. The only cause for concern is the news coming out of Kamosa.”

“I saw several articles on Junk about Kamosa and was about to bring it up.” Yonoda Ehihuru, the minister of health, said. Junk was a popular news site in New Korongo. “I was surprised to see that it was not mentioned in the notes for this meeting. Do we have any information on what is happening there, Minister Sakaao? The latest news reports seem vague and confused. The press sources don’t appear to have a firm grasp on the situation.”

“Not at this time, no.” Sakaao replied with a hint of caution in his voice. The Ministry of Foreign Affairs had observed increasing opposition to the socialist government, but it had not expected military action, at least this soon. Sakaao knew as much as the press. “For the members of this cabinet who are unaware, it appears that a coup has ousted the government of Kamosa in Mahsong. The reports we have received are fragmented, but it is clear that the armed forces are involved in some capacity. We believe that the surviving government has fled to Ponhei, at the opposite end of the country, but their actual location is unknown. I wish I could tell you more, but we don’t know that much at the present point in time. The Ministry of Defence probably has some additional information, and I will be speaking with Minister Darn later today. It’s a shame we had to exclude him from the meeting.”

“Yes…” Zari said as her mind darted back and forth between the situation in Kamosa and the exclusion of non-United Labour cabinet members from the meeting. “It is clear that we do not have enough information to take any definitive action at this time. For now, Minister Sakaao, I want the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to issue a call for peace. I doubt that it will achieve much, but we need to set the tone before the international community jumps on the situation.” Sakaao nodded in agreement. There were many nations in the world which favoured an interventionist policy. The Democratic League had used such policies to advance New Korongo’s position in the global political sphere at great expense. Zari and her party had no interest in dragging the nation into a long, drawn-out war shrouded in moral ambiguity. Nor did they wish to do the same to the Kamosan people. If the situation could be resolved peacefully, they had to push for it.

Recipient: The nations of the world and the people of the Democratic Republic of Kamosa.
Sender: The Ministry of Foreign Affairs for the United Provinces of New Korongo.
Subject: A cessation of violence in the Democratic Republic of Kamosa.
Encryption: None - This message is a public statement.

The United Provinces of New Korongo has recently become aware of the current state of affairs in the Democratic Republic of Kamosa. The outbreak of violence in this island country has proved to be a source of great sorrow and distress among the Korongolese people and the government that represents them. As a nation, we have fought two great civil wars and are understand the immense pain and suffering such a conflict can cause. If the nation of Kamosa descends into a state of war, thousands of people will perish. Millions more will face the complete and utter destruction of their wellbeing. It is for this reason that we must request a complete cessation of violence in Kamosa. All parties engaged in the current breakdown of order must recognise that an armed conflict will afford no benefit. A diplomatic solution is the only outcome that will not lead to further loss of life.

Grenra Sakaao
Minister of Foreign Affairs

by **Common Territories** » Fri Nov 10, 2017 2:00 am

To: The Honorable King Leng Tep & General Sun Ros, Kingdom of Kamosa.
From: Representative Kevin Mayer, TECT; On Behalf of Emperor JC, Imperial Marshal of the Imperion Coalition.
Subject: Official Declaration of Support.
Encryption: Highest.

Dear Mr. Leng Tep & Mr. Sun Ros,

On behalf of His Imperial Royal Majesty Emperor JC, Imperial Marshal of the Imperion Coalition, I wish to voice our collective support to your honorable cause. In a world where monarchy is ruthlessly victimized and hunted, empires and kingdoms must come together to take a stand against such injustices! Communists and Socialists (really just a leaf with two sides to it) continuously attack monarchies on all fronts, though often hypocritically from a throne crafted from skeletons atop a famine stricken population. Such slavers treat their own people as swine, raised only to be butchered later on. So called democracies are hardly different. Where one injustice starts, another begins with them. Corruption, greed, divisive politics, it never ends. They're more than happy to see a monarchy topple and a communist hell-hole rise up in its place; monarchies are evil in their eyes but then they plop up socialist nations as a beacon of democracy - just ignore the dictatorship, totalitarianism, famine, and starvation that comes with socialism. They call it "social democracy" but I call it "Communism with extra steps." Even without the social democracy you still see corruption and hypocrisy in many "democracies." So in a world where communists/socialists and democracies hunt monarchies, where they take what they desire like the vultures they truly are, monarchies, empires, and kingdoms must come together to fend off these hyenas. Failing to come together will only lead to us falling divided, something our enemies hope for. And that is why I and my Emperor are contacting you today.

It is clear this war of yours wont end without one side being annihilated and the country itself destroyed to some degree. We have seen enough wars to know the damage caused by conflict will last decades, or possibly longer; lives ruined, infrastructure destroyed, and industries forever changed. But that's regardless of whoever comes out the victor. At this point your nation is split in half in a civil war that foreigners will take sides in - maybe you gain some allies, or maybe your enemies do. We are not like either of them. The Imperion Coalition is not here just to choose a side and profit from that choice later on. We wish for your fledgling nation to join the Imperion Coalition! Where others may help you just to see benefit down the road, the Imperion Coalition sees your country as brother in arms and an investment to protecting monarchies around the world. Regardless of how powerful you are, you're even more invincible when you have brothers & sisters beside you! You can consider this our official invitation to join the Imperion Coalition, an alliance built by monarchies to defend monarchies. You will not just gain allies by joining the Coalition, you will gain brothers and sisters determined to help your monarchy reach its greatest height! At this point you're probably wondering what's the catch, except there is no catch. The Imperion Coalition requires members like yourselves to make this world safer for monarchies; to put it mildly, the more members we gain the more safe and powerful we as a Coalition become. Every member plays their part in the greater picture after all.

The Imperion Coalition stands ready to deploy the 22nd Regiment of our Foreign Legion to assist in your nation's conflict the moment you authorize their deployment; of course they will operate according to your wishes and are there to give your forces a sharper edge against your enemies. Our liaison officer and commanding officer in Kamosa for the time being shall be General Adam Flemming. He is at your service, so feel free to direct his forces as needed to on the battlefield. We are also ready to deliver military supplies (weapons, MREs, munitions, etc..) once your nation has given the word and an airport(s) can be designated to deliver the supplies to - only if the airspace we're operating in is indeed safe of course, otherwise your military will need to wait until our naval forces to arrive. Once this conflict is over, we are ready to deliver over $10 Billion NSD in immediate aid to help rebuild your island after this bloody war; the Imperion Coalition stands ready to deliver more supplies, manpower, and aid if so required. Of course your nation will not even subject to initial member fees new members are typically required to pay once joining. We hope with this communique comes as good news for you and your people. Give us the word and you'll not regret becoming the latest member of the Imperion Coalition!

Sincerely,
Representative Kevin Mayer of TECT
HIRM Emperor JC, Imperial Marshal of the Imperion Coalition
The Imperion Coalition.

by **The Grande Republic 0f Arcadia** » Fri Nov 10, 2017 6:11 am

Casatolo, Arcadia

Frieherr James Munche III

He walked down the halls of the royal palace, and he was meeting with high ranking members of parliament, they were to discuss a civil war in a small nation, ordinarily the empire wouldnt bother with the conflict, but the island had a decent amount of Arcadian industry and they wouldnt allow Arcadian property and interests to fall to the communists.

Chancellor Beaulne along with party leaders from the SDP, APE, AFP and the NSU. As he walked into the meeting room, the table was made of dark oak wood and was crafted in 1713, before they overthrew the Kaiser, it was older than the republic itself. As he sat down in his chair, the light shined in through the windows and the Chancellor spoke "This nation is at the edge of the Arcadian empire, and is a strategic asset to block any possible communist state from camping at our door step. We need to send in a small force to contain the situation." The Leader of the SPD spoke "I agree with the Chancellor , a larger and more powerful communist state will take advantage of this situation and we cannot allow this opening." The leaders of the APE, and the AFP agreed, while the leader of the NSU spoke " I disagree, we shall let them choose their own path as we choose ours."

It was already decided parliament would be voting on this tomorrow morning and they would be placing troops on alert for the duration of the vote starting today.

Fort Leupold, Arcadian Raj, Arcadian Empire

BGEN. Jérémie Chéreau, 51st Airbourne Division Executive Officer

He had just received orders to mobilize 2 infantry regiments incase of possible deployment. The mobilization would last three days. He would be putting the 7th Air Combat Regiment, and the 108th Pathfinder Regiment on alert for possible deployment. If they were to be deployed they would stop over in the GRA to pick up the armor and support elements for the possible conflict. He had not been told of the place of the deployment but he was told it was to act as advisers to a nation near the empire.

Message to the King Leng Tep
Message From the Ministry of Foreign Affairs
Urgency: HIGH
Encryption: Low

The Arcadian Empire has seen your peril and is willing to aid your nation as advisers to your armed forces to better combat communist threats within your nation. As you may know the Arcadian empire has been engaging in wars to limit communist threats across the globe. we can have our are soldiers in your nation within a week providing air support for your men, and training against communist forces.

by **Vymar** » Sat Nov 11, 2017 12:24 pm

Vymartoff
Emergency Presidential Defense Meeting

They sat in a circular room, filled with pictures Vymarian revolutionaries and glass cases. holding Vymarian swords dating back to before the nation was formally established. Every sword from different parts of the nation, holding one from the north, the south, the west and the east. The nation was split, and only through conquest, was the nation able to come to fruition. The nation today was very much split, but split in a different sense. Political Democracy is a fickle thing. The struggle of being a president with a senate that does not support your decisions can be difficult. Somehow, someway, a nation thousands of miles away had split the the government into two opposing sides. To intervene, or to not intervene. That was the question.

The General Parliament shutting down President John Williams' efforts for intervention by a majority vote of 58% had caused the entire government erupt in rhetoric. Some representatives demanding intervention to stop Kamosa from turning into a monarchy and to uphold the Kamosan Democratic Government's decision to integrate socialism, some stating that a condemnation should be the least of what should be done, and others demanding Vymar not get involved for multitude of reasons. The possible involvement of The Imperion Coalition, the loss of Vymarian lives in a far away island and the wasted Didoes if the war was lost. It was imperative to John that he handled this situation with care, or else it would prove to be a very troubling presidency for the rest of his years in office.

"Mr.President, I do not believe intervention is out of the question, yet I do advise caution in approaching this incident in particular" advised his Minister of Defense, Paltovek Richards. "Deploying the Amphibious forces would be the equivalent of murder... our ground forces would get obliterated if the Imperion Coalition get involved in any meaningful way, perhaps air strikes would provide a balance between intervention and non-intervention". John Williams leaned back in his chair, stroking his chin. "That could work... but we would need to send an ambassador and some type of small security force, along with an aircraft carrier unless the Kamosan government wants to provide us airfields"

Paltovek nodded "Sounds good, when do we act on it?"

"Give it some time, start talking to military officials, I'll start talking to some representatives and get a general consensus on the subject. A condemnation would be sure to be in order"

The two shook hands as Paltovek got up. As he walked towards the door, passing by pictures and display cases, he stopped before opening the door to his exit. As he left John called his name "Paltovek"

"Yes Mr.President?"

"Don't get your hopes up"

Vymartoff
Anti-Conflict party meeting

"The mad man wants to mash the nation into another war! This guy is going to be the end of us!"

" He only has 2 more years in office, if we can ally with the Grey Party and get one of their guys in office in 2 years, we can undo all the damage his wars can do. While we're at it, we can start talking about shrinking the military"

" The Nationalized Democratic party will never allow for that, they have majority, and the presidency. Popular opinion still falls in their favor, we would need to make a grab at the smaller parties like the... *ugh, Freedom Party. Those guys want to shoot us back into a pro-capitalist market, do we really want to give them any type of exposure?"

The meeting filled with at least 50 people was plagued with discussions like these. The Anti-conflict party was in direct opposition to all things having to do with... well, conflict. It was the main party obstructing Vymarian intervention, and the party leader, Edward Salazar understood that John Williams would swing back with another proposal. It was an incredibly complex game of chess, and if the next proposal grabbed the attention of the smaller parties, it would swing the General Parliament to a 60% in favor for intervention, allowing a declaration of war, and the mobilization of the armed forces.

The two big players in the smaller parties? The Freedom party and the Grey party, all who were less in favor towards the Nationalized Democratic Party's economic desires. But the parties themselves were split on intervention. The parties abstained from voting on intervention, both wanting no boots on the ground, but some type of response to the growing Kamosian conflict. In order for John Williams to get his declaration across, they would need to agree with him on his next proposal, which they would in all probability. Edward knew this, and he aimed to try and flip their opinions towards that of his party.

The only issue was, like what he heard around the room, John William's party reigned supreme. And it would take some major compromises to obstruct the opinions of the stubborn minor parties.

by **Kamosa** » Sat Nov 11, 2017 3:24 pm

Official Statement of the Democratic Republic of Kamosa

Greetings to the rest of the world,

Now that things have calmed down enough for the government to settle into a new capital, we can address the rumors that have been spreading abroad. It is true that the nation of Kamosa has underwent a coup, with the military seizing control of the capital city, Mahsong. The rebel faction was led by General Sun Ros, the highest ranking member of the Kamosan Armed Forces, a relatively short time after he was exiled to the other half of the city because of his dangerous ambitions. General Ros led traitorous forces from the KAF across the Rio Azul and quickly took control of the capital district before the local loyalist forces could respond.

The main members of government, including Prime Minister Khiev Phan and General Vanna Dim, have been evacuated to the city of Ponhei, where there is a strong presence of loyal KAF forces. This army has reformed itself as the Kamosan Democratic Forces, to differentiate itself from the rebels who fly the KAF banner. We are happy to see that other nations are interested in our plight, and we will keep the lines of communication open as we work for a diplomatic solution. A war is not what we want, especially after experiencing a war in the past, but our enemy may leave us with no choices.

Officially signed,

The Kamosan Ministry of Affairs

Official Communication of the Kingdom of Kamosa

To the Imperial Marshal of the Imperion Coalition,

We thank you for your quick response to the recent developments in our nation, and for the offer of support. Our nation has a long and nearly unbroken tradition of monarchy, which leads us to believe that we would be a good fit for your coalition. Furthermore, we currently face a situation where we are faced with retaking the country despite only holding one city, which means that your military assistance would be greatly valued.
After discussing our options with the top advisers of the provisional government, we have reached an easy decision to join the coalition, and will make an announcement in Mahsong when the time is right.

Your aid is also appreciated, and as soon as this war dies down, it will go into reversing the damage of this war and the one before it, that saw democracy take power originally. As for the 22nd Regiment, they will be welcomed as soon as they can find a way into the country. The Navy is controlled by the democratic forces at the moment, making an entry into Mahsong by sea a risky one. There are, however, airfields in the outer city that may allow for a landing by air. If that works, we can begin preparations.

We thank you again for your support, and we wish to reassure you that the Kamosan people will soon be on our side.

Best regards,

King Leng Tep, General Sun Ros, and the Provisional Government of the Kingdom of Kamosa

by **Shalum** » Sat Nov 11, 2017 4:07 pm

Iron Island
The Empire of Shalum

General Flemming had always loved the rain, oddly enough.

Leaning against the railing of his room’s covered balcony, the grey haired officer smiled to himself as he relished in the gentle pitter patter all around him. To say that the last couple of days had been stressful was an understatement; the days of his youth had long since waned, leaving him with a constant sort of fatigue despite the fact that he barely did a tenth of the work that he once had. There was a reason they left the kids to the fighting, while old guards like him dispatched orders from their armchairs.

Taking a long drag from his cigarette, Adam couldn’t help but grimace at the tightness around his bicep. Every uniform that he’d owned up to this point had either been too big, or had been broken in over time - for a man of his rank, it wasn’t often that he needed to dig out his dress blues. With his assignment to the Foreign Legion, however, those above him had seen it necessary to send him a crisp outfit straight from the tailors. Even if few ever saw him, the Imperial military wouldn’t let one of their representatives been seen in anything less than the best.

“Are you going to keep sucking down that cancer stick, or can we go? We’ve got meetings, or do you not remember?”

The general barely had a moment to flick the offending item away, down into the puddles below, before a pair of arms wrapped around his waist. The speaker, a woman with the loveliest soprano voice, managed to smile despite the scent that lingered in the air. The rank she wore distinguished her as a major, though anyone who’d worked with Flemming before simply knew her as one of his most ‘trusted’ aides. Nora Krommer was what most would consider to be the stereoptical Shalumite woman - pale, on the tall side, and with bright golden hair.

“Ready as I’m going to be.” Adam replied with a soft smile of his own, reaching behind him to rest his hands on her hips (albeit, rather awkwardly) for a moment before she pulled away to smooth down her dress skirt and blouse. She opened her mouth to speak, but he cut her off with a quick peck. “Any word from the Kingdom yet?”

Nora would have kissed him back if not for the fact that he’d already charged on, grabbing a coat for the rain as well as the briefcase that he was never far from. Fetching her own laptop bag, as well as everything else she would need for the day, her heels clacked against the hardwood floor underneath as they made for their suite’s exit - it was a more fitting place to stay, at least when compared to the current barracks of the Foreign Legion’s new base. “You know that I would have told you if there was.” She replied, shaking her head as he held the door open for her. “The people in communications have told me that it can come anytime now, we just need to be patient. It’s not as if we’re the only ones interested in Kamosa.”

Adam smiled wryly in reply, even as he nodded and boarded the closest elevator that was unoccupied. There had been whispers of other groups wanting to get involved - surely, someone would see the sort of gains that could be made in an unstable nation. And while parliaments bickered, and statesmen played the great game of politics, his people were dutifully working to get everything underway. The Coalition, unlike some, was truly a force for good; it helped that it was made up of nations with proper monarchies who understood that there was a time to politick, and there was a time to take action.

That being said, it wasn’t as if anyone wanted for there to be any more bloodshed than there had been already. Adam had seen the sort of horrors that could be found on any battlefield - war wasn’t some sort of romantic notion with damsels in distress and knights in shining armor. It wasn’t even hell, because that was only a place for sinners who’d made their bed and had laid in it. No, war was a place where the innocent died in droves, and the greedy were free to take what they wanted so long as they were willing to pick up a rifle and put skin in the game. War was a good deal of why Imperion existed - to safeguard against such things.

The good general had read over Representative Mayer’s letter several times by this point, and he’d had his own people pass on certain things to whomever in the Kingdom would listen. Imperion was ready to act, it was just a matter of getting everything together as quickly as possible; the 22nd was being pulled together with each passing moment, though that was the easy part. What they really needed to know was whether or not that the kingdom could provide a safe air route for their troops to deploy through. While air travel was inefficient compared to the sheer mass that ships could haul, it was undeniably faster; time was of the essence, after all.

Regardless, the Shalumite Empire had pulled together its own strike force for the coming operations as well. While securing an air route was most definitely preferred, they could do without should that come to it. Their carriers could transport sizeable ground contingents, as well as launch carrier-borne sorties. The carrier battle group in question had been redesignated as the 14th Imperial Expeditionary Battlegroup, and was to be supported by whatever contingents that Romic brought to the table.

Both on paper, and in person, the forces assembled under his ‘Supreme’ command were nothing to balk at. That being said, until he heard back from the Kingdom, there was very little he could do but prepare for the coming storm. Adam hoped that he heard back from them soon - he was the sort of man who liked answers.

by **New Korongo** » Tue Nov 14, 2017 12:15 am

National Government Complex, Mebangy-Ityan, New Korongo

Banag Darn, the minister of defence, leaned back in his chair and inhaled the smoke that wafted from his cigarette. Smoking on the grounds of the National Government Complex was technically illegal, but the prime minister had the sense to let him be. “I understand that Mr. Scil, but United Labour will not support a military intervention in Kamosa at this time.” Deemoah Zari declared over the phone as she desperately tried to hide her frustration. Negotiating with the leader of the opposition was never an easy task, and the associated difficulty was magnified tenfold by Ben Scil’s power within the Korongolese parliament. Despite this, Darn could offer no sympathy to his coalition partner. Zari was young, ignorant, and spineless. New Korongo could become a great power, but the prime minister would never submit herself to the true hardship that such a transformation entailed. He glanced over to the man sitting beside him. Grenra Sakaao was older and wiser, but he could never be a true ally of the National Union. His ideological allegiances betrayed the fundamental principles of Korongolese culture. That didn’t mean he couldn’t respect the man.

“We have no intention of abandoning our planned changes to the refugee quota. We will make every effort to pursue reasonable agreements that enable us to enact change. Your proposal, Mr. Scil, is not reasonable. We will not risk another Kuwani, another Vietnam. We have a responsibility to the wellbeing of the Korongolese people. Our priority must be New Korongo itself and our closest allies in the Southern Cross Security Organisation. We may deploy military assets to Kamosa in a humanitarian role, but we will not commit to military action. Is that understood?” Zari paused, allowing Scil to respond. Darn and Sakaao could only hear a noise-distorted mumble. “Then I bid you farewell. Have a pleasant evening.” She forcefully slammed the phone down and looked towards her two cabinet members. “I apologise for the delay Minister Darn and Minister Sakaao.”

“That is quite all right, Your Excellency.” Sakaao replied in a comforting tone. He was pleased that the prime minister had taken his advice. There would be no agreement with the Democratic League on the refugee quota, at least for now. “If I may begin, we now have a far greater understanding of the situation in Kamosa. Rebel military forces under the command of a General Sun Ros seized the capital, Mahsong, in a surprise morning attack. We believe that a sizable portion of the military, including most of the army and air force, backed the coup. The surviving members of the government have fled to Ponhei. Meanwhile, Ros has established a new government calling itself the ‘Kingdom of Kamosa’. Leng Tep has assumed the throne, though it appears that he is nothing more than a figurehead. Ros may have seized upon pro-monarchist sentiment in Kamosa, but it is clear that he intends to maintain a strong grasp on the country in a dictatorial fashion.”

“Have we received any response to our calls for peace?” Zari interrupted. The diplomatic communique issued by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs had been a long shot. She knew that. Ros had no reason to negotiate while the previous government was in complete disarray. However, she had hoped that it might allay the more aggressive members of the international community.

“No, Your Excellency.” Sakaao answered with a hint of regret in his voice. “In fact, that brings me to my next point. It appears that the Imperion Coalition may be mobilising to support the Kingdom.” Darn exhaled loudly. It was as though a valve in his body had opened to vent his anger before it reached critical levels. Sakaao briefly glanced at his colleague and then turned his attention back to the prime minister. “Please understand that we don’t have much to go on. There have been no formal announcements at this stage and most of this information comes from diplomatic back-channels. It would not surprise me if the information was incorrect.” Sakaao explained, though he was confident in his sources. “I have asked the Unified Intelligence Service to take a closer look, though it may take a while. In the meantime, based on their organisation, we can expect a brigade-sized force.”

“If we wish to monitor the situation in Kamosa, Your Excellency, it may be wise to deploy military intelligence assets to the region.” Darn interrupted as he extinguished his cigarette. “While I do not doubt the efficacy of the UIS, it is always better to have more eyes and ears. The Royal Air Corps could have a reconnaissance aircraft airborne within an hour, while the Royal Naval Service could have a submarine in the area within three days.”

“That will not be necessary, Minister.” Zari replied as she contemplated how such an action might be interpreted by the international community. Reactionary, or rather, archaic organisations like the Imperion Coalition had a tendency to exaggerate security threats beyond all reason. Though that wasn’t exactly true, she reflected. There was a cold form of reasoning behind such overzealous reactions, and they were designed specifically for domestic consumption. “As I explained to Mr. Scil, we have no intention of becoming militarily involved in the conflict. If a Korongolese military unit is deployed to Kamosa, it will do so in support of humanitarian operations. Now what are our options in that regard?”

Before Sakaao could respond, Darn interjected again. “Humanitarian operations require protection, Your Excellency.”

“That may be true, but we do not need a wartime intelligence effort to provide that protection.” Sakaao responded almost immediately. “With that said, Your Excellency, it may be wise to deploy a submarine on an intelligence gathering mission if we intended to provide intelligence support to the Republic. A single submarine operating in international waters is, perhaps, the least belligerent way we can directly gather information.” If the Korongolese government did support a side, the Democratic Republic of Kamosa was the only logical choice. It was not a perfect government. In fact, most people in New Korongo believed the Kamosan elections had been rigged and did not favour aggressive nationalisation of industry. The alternative, however, was a military junta. “Now, to answer your question Your Excellency, we believe that there are approximately one hundred and thirty Korongolese citizens in Kamosa. Most of them are tourists and our first humanitarian act should be to get them home. We do not believe that the conflict has sufficiently degraded essential services to the point where aid is necessary, but that is unlikely to last. We should…” Sakaao continued as he explained a number of available humanitarian options. From time to time, Darn interrupted to discuss how the military would provide assistance. Zari listened intently as the meeting continued.

Recipient: The Democratic Republic of Kamosa and the Kingdom of Kamosa.
Sender: The Ministry of Foreign Affairs for the United Provinces of New Korongo.
Subject: Evacuation of Korongolese citizens from Kamosa.
Encryption: None - This message is a public statement.

It has come to the attention of the United Provinces of New Korongo that approximately 130 of its citizens are present on the island of Kamosa. It is our hope that we may be able to evacuate these men, women, and children with the assistance of the Democratic Republic of Kamosa and the Kingdom of Kamosa at the earliest opportunity. We ask that Korongolese citizens be given safe passage to the airports in Mahsong and Ponhei, where they may depart for New Korongo aboard passenger aircraft of the Royal Air Corps. This would allow our citizens trapped on both sides of the conflict to be evacuated. If this request is granted, the transponder codes of the aircraft assigned to our evacuation aircraft will be transferred immediately. Please be aware that we intended to send a small platoon-sized security detachment to each airport. These units will have purely defensive orders and will be withdrawn as soon as the evacuation is complete.

Grenra Sakaao
Minister of Foreign Affairs

2^nd Aircraft Carrier Group, 600 Kilometres West of Luzon, South China Sea

“Garnier reports two new missile contacts bearing zero one five degrees. Range is thirty-four kilometres and closing. Designation is Viper One and Two.” A communications officer announced as information poured into the flag bridge of the aircraft carrier Tygar. Under normal circumstances, the carrier group’s airborne early warning aircraft would have detected the incoming missiles long before the escorts. Unfortunately for the commander of the Garnier, these were not normal circumstances. The eyes of Counter Admiral Inat Arruset were fixated on the large digital display that dominated the rear wall of the room. Two red arrowheads rocketed towards the blue square that represented Garnier. A pair of blue arrows emerged from the square as the blue line representing the destroyer’s heading began to rotate. Her commander was moving to bring her guns to bear. “Garnier has fired two Standards. Designation is Whiskey One and Two.” The communications officer said, relaying the destroyer’s actions once again. He sounded like a sports commentator, though the tone was far too serious. “Whiskey One has intercepted Viper Two. Whiskey Two has lost lock. Viper One is still a threat.”

Arruset ran his hand through his hair and sighed. Garnier and her crew were dead. He walked over to the bow-facing windows and reached for a pair of binoculars. He could see the doomed destroyer in the distance. Her captain had turned hard to port to bring her DARDO batteries to bear on the remaining missile and chaff now erupted into the air. Arruset knew that the old 40 mm guns were not up to the task. “Viper One has hit Garnier.” The communications officer reported in a solemn tone. Arruset watched as the remaining target drone zoomed over Garnier and then crashed harmlessly into the see at a safe distance. If the exercise had been real, the destroyer would have disappeared in a ball of flame.

“We knew Garnier was not the latest and greatest.” Arruset announced to the men and women in the room. “We will just have to do better next time, and if next time happens to be a real combat situation, Garnier will have the rest of the Group on her side.” The destroyer Garnier, named after a French naval officer who had been instrumental in the formation Korongolese naval doctrine of late nineteenth century, was a class older than the other destroyers assigned to the 2^nd Aircraft Carrier Group. She was only there because one of the Group’s regular destroyers had suffered a fatal missile accident. Only four crewmen had been killed, but the vessel had to return to New Korongo for repairs. The Counter Admiral felt that he could not place Garnier in the expected path of an enemy attack because her older systems would jeopardise the security of the fleet. At the same time, he believed he could not place her on the other side of the carrier’s escort screen as the destroyer could be annihilated by a surprise attack from that direction. He had hoped the exercise would alleviate his fears, but it only reinforced them.

Arruset looked up as a young lieutenant approached him with a sheet of paper. “Sir, encrypted satellite data burst from Second Fleet Headquarters.” The woman said as she extended the communication towards the Counter Admiral.

“Thank you, Lieutenant.” Arruset said as he took the sheet of paper and glanced down at the message it bore. His eyes quickly passed over the large collection of numbers, names, ranks, and units at the top and came to a halt as he reached meaningful information. The data burst contained new orders for the 2^nd Aircraft Carrier Group. More specifically, the submarine accompanying the Group was instructed to detach itself and set course for Kamosa. The submarine would receive additional orders along the way via satellite, and its destination was privy to no one other than its crew and the Counter Admiral. Arruset returned his attention to the lieutenant. “I need to contact the commander of the Ezan.”

by **Kamosa** » Fri Nov 17, 2017 2:02 pm

Official Communication of the Democratic Republic of Kamosa

Greetings,

The Democratic Republic of Kamosa expresses its apologies for the current situation, and while we currently are dealing with a partially closed border because of the crisis, we will make moves to accommodate the evacuation of Korongolese citizens. While the city of Baday is close to an active combat zone, we believe that the cities of Ponehei, Krieng, and potentially Basan can serve as suitable evacuation zones for your citizens. All three locations are considered major cities in our country, and have airports that can be utilized by your evacuation units. If you are pleased with this suggestion, we will make preparations at out airports and issue a statement for your citizens to proceed to the evacuation zones.

Officially signed,

The Kamosan Ministry of Affairs

Official Communication of the Kingdom of Kamosa

To the Korongolese Ministry of Foreign Affairs,

The Kingdom of Kamosa apologizes for Korongo's citizens who are caught within the borders of our country. We will make an attempt to ensure that this remains a civil war, not one that affects the citizens of other nations and has collateral damage. However, because of the status of the war, our borders are currently closed. The airfields and airport in Mahsong are also being used by the Kamosan Air Force as of present, with no civilian flights being allowed until the situation deescalates. We will issue an advisory for your citizens to head to the western part of the country, which is currently safer than the warzone of the east. If they cross into Republican territory, you may negotiate with the Republican government for their evacuation.

Signed and approved by,

The Provisional Government of the Kingdom of Kamosa

Official Communication of the Kingdom of Kamosa

To the Arcadian Ministry of Foreign Affairs,

We are not currently undergoing a war with communism, but rather with a corrupt government that stands under the banner of so called 'Democratic Socialism'. Regardless, we would be willing to accept any help that we can get in this conflict, and we would be willing to clear space at the Mahsong military airfields to base your aerial units.

Signed and approved by,

The Provisional Government of the Kingdom of Kamosa

by **The Grande Republic 0f Arcadia** » Fri Nov 17, 2017 7:19 pm

Fort Leupold, Arcadian Raj, Arcadian Empire

Lt. Xaver Beck, 7th Regiment, 51st Airbourne Division

He had gotten their deployment orders a few hours ago to a small nation, he would be leaving behind his family for this, the Arcadian government has issued a police action in the nation to limit communism across the globe. It would be nice to get out of the Raj, but he wished the excuse to leave wasnt for fighting. He was sitting in his carpool with a few other officers from his unit as thier kids played in the front law and thier wives inside the house. Captain Daya Patel, who was a native to the Raj same has him, but Patel didnt come from a colonist, he was indigenous. Patel spoke "I hear we are deploying out to some backwater country, I looked it up and the country has gone to shit for a while, I dont see what makes a difference if we go in or not, they'll just fuck it up all over again." Soon Captain Henri Boutin who was from the Grande Republic of Arcadia which is the heart of the empire spoke "There are still nations where the communists are in power, and must be stopped ever since they declared an eternal revolution small backwater nations and some larger nations have fallen under the same fate, to end up poor, starving and no way out. We need to put out the fires before they grow uncontrollably." Captain Boutin like many in the Empire were willing to die for communist regimes to fall. This was all in word and soon they will see how far they will go to stop communism. Tonight was his last night with his family, he hoped this wasnt the last night he would have with them for good.

The Next Morning

The morning air was crisp and his duffel bag over his right shoulder. His wife and kids were still asleep, and he was to meet at the unit barracks in 10 minutes. As he got in his car and pulled out he had to turn on the headlights due to the darkness. When he arrived at the barracks he saw Captain Boutin pull up around the same time he did. They would be loaded onto buses and driven to the airport and from there be sent to fight some war. The following bus right was quiet for the most part until the enlisted started yelling and beating their chests for war. Soon an old Arcadian hymn was sung one of fighting communists in the second world war , that saw an end to most communist regimes. He couldnt help but join in. As the bus parked at the forts airfield, enough C-17s to carry them and supplies were waiting for them.

Everyone on the buses walked onto the Tarmac and were ordered into certain planes. Most of them were already full of cargo, but they had enough room for the soldiers. He was wondering when will the the Royal Navy's battle group that was said to get to the small country arrive. As the plane took off the whole plane was silent, as if everyone just realized this is the first time they would be leaving the empire, or even going to war.

by **Shalum** » Sat Nov 18, 2017 6:49 pm

Port of Kaiserwerth
Iron Island
The Empire of Shalum

“According to Admiral Greer, destroyer squadron two should be joining our battlegroup has departed from Ruhe Hafen. They should join our battlegroup within the hour…” Major Nora Krommer reported from the passenger seat of their staff car as she glanced up from her rugged field laptop.

“Then we should be able to push out by tonight then, yes?” Her lover, the supreme commander of Imperion’s forces, replied as he reached over to the center console to deftly pluck up his stainless steel rambler full of expensive imported coffee. The thermometer on the dashboard read the temperature in the low forties, and he could think of nothing better to stave off the worst of the cold.

“Assuming nothing comes up, then yes, we should be able to.” The pale woman beside him nodded, glancing down back at her laptop as the military issued sports utility vehicle slowed in the face of the thick traffic ahead of them; moving over four thousand men by boat wasn’t a small task in any sense of the word. Though it was often forget in the grand scheme of things, no army could last for long without food and water to sustain them; a supply ship would be joining the fleet near Aragon, loaded with everything that they would (hopefully) need for the next few weeks. No one knew how the situation would unfold, nor did they have a guarantee that their allies would be able to hold a port for them long enough for them to establish a solid supply line and deploy reinforcements.

Originally, the Supreme Commander and his retinue of Imperion officers, had hoped to simple airlift their forces into the Kingdom of Kamosa. Though it was far more costly, and less efficient, than conducting such an operation with seaborne assets, it was made up for by the fact that they could have had planes landing at foreign air bases in a day’s time; the 22nd was a light infantry group capable of such rapid mobilization. While their allies did control points at which they land strategic airlifters, it had been deemed too risky. If the Republic managed to mobilize its airforce against their transport planes, who’d be flying well out of range of any Imperion fighter support, their forces would be little more than sitting ducks.

Sending in a fleet had been the next best answer.

After what felt like an eternity of weaving through lines of Ente’s and other supply trucks loaded with supplies, the staff car finally found home in one of the few empty spaces of a parking lot across the street from a docked supercarrier. Up close, the INS Andrew Holland was even more massive than the pictures made it out to be; she would make a fitting flagship for their little fleet, that much was for certain. “There she is,” Adam couldn’t help but murmur as he killed the engine to their car.

“Nervous?” Nora couldn’t help but tease, a knowing twinkle in her eyes as she began to gather up her things. Neither of them were bringing much in the way of personal effects - spare changes of clothing, perhaps a memento or two, and whatever else would fit in a seabag. Neither of them had spent an extended period of time on a warship before, so it would be a new experience regardless of what happened.

“Just a little bit,” Adam admitted as he pocketed his keys and went to fetch his things out of the back. The door opened up, slow and heavy like a vault, to reveal the two bags he’d packed. “No offense against the squids, but I prefer solid ground under my feet.”

A little grunt escaped the major’s lips as she shouldered her bag, a light drizzle washing over her face for a moment. “You and me both, Commander.” She couldn’t help but chuckle as he quickly got his things together and locked up the car. They began to move towards the docked vessel, though their pace was leisurely; there were a lot of different groups fighting for space to unload supplies and troops, and neither of them wanted to get caught up in the madness. Overhead, helicopters buzzed about like flies, and a flight crews tended to navy jets that would be vital to the war effort. Though the Imperial Navy hadn’t waged war this far from home in a long time, they were all well trained; their commanding officers were certain that they would pull through in the end.

On the bridge of the INS Andrew Holland, the admiral of the 14th Expeditionary Battlegroup wore a tight expression as he looked over the situation. While things could always be worse, they could always be better as well. While he wasn’t afraid of engaging any navy, except for some of the greater powers like Ossoria, on the field of battle - he was careful not to be too confident; four-thousand Imperial lives were riding on his decisions, not to mention the ships and crew already under his command.

The battle plan itself was simple enough. They would approach the island and clear out the Republican naval forces, before proceeding to safer harbors where they could unload their land-based units. Actually locating the enemy fleet would be easier said than done, seeing as their allies in the Kingdom had yet to share any actionable intelligence, but Admiral Holland wasn’t going to sweat things just yet; he had a few aces up his own sleeve. Knowing was half the battle, and in this case, it meant ascertaining the location of the enemy defense fleet. At least they were to be bringing their enlightenment to a land that didn’t have much money to invest in warships. The only real wildcard right now was the Romic Navy, who’d he hadn’t heard from in several hours.

by **New Korongo** » Mon Nov 20, 2017 4:21 pm

Royal Air Corps Base Tanahga, Mebangy-Huro Province, New Korongo

The tarmac beneath the feet of Wing Commander Agani Janmunset felt as though it was melting in the heat. She envied the men and women approaching the apron in air-conditioned armoured personnel carriers. They would not be exposed to the suffocating humidity for long. It would only take a few minutes to get them embarked on the four Boeing 757s that awaited them. The convoy of vehicles fanned out as they came to a halt in front of the passenger planes. Soldiers equipped with assault rifles, machine guns, and light anti-tank weapons poured out and formed a somewhat disorganised group next to Janmunset. She knew almost everyone assigned to the security force, though many only by name. They were not her direct subordinates. Joint Forces Central Command had wanted someone with a relatively high rank in charge of the operation.

“Alright, listen up!” The wing commander called out, instantly gaining the attention of the soldiers. “There has been a change of plan. The Kingdom has closed its borders, which means that we will all be going to the DRK. Two aircraft will land in Ponhei, while the other two will fly to Krieng and Basan. Given the proximity of Basan to the front, four sections will be deployed there. This includes a headquarters section with a heavy weapons detachment. The remaining four sections will be divided evenly between Ponhei and Krieng, with the second headquarters section assigned to Ponhei. Everything else remains the same. The units at each airport will remain in-country to provide assistance to Korongolese civilians between each flight. Remember, you are authorised to give aid to non-Korongolese citizens at your discretion. Also, make damn sure you are still familiar with the rules of engagement. Nobody wants an international incident. Is that understood?” She quickly glanced over the group, searching for anyone that looked unsure or concerned. She smiled. Everyone appeared to know their duty and the only discomfort she found was caused by the weather. “Good. FO Ban’s headquarters section will embark on…” Janmunset continued as she directed each section to their designated aircraft. Within half an hour, the four planes were airborne and bound for Kamosa.

by **Kamosa** » Mon Nov 20, 2017 5:57 pm

Southern Sea

As the war back on the Kamosan mainland continued, the Republican forces began to take advantage of the naval advantage that had been granted to them by the navy’s decision to side with the democratic government, for the most part. Outside of a few stragglers who had defected, the majority of the sailors and ships belonged to the Democratic Republic of Kamosa and General Vanna Dim, who had been appointed over the entire armed forces as the most trusted leader of Prime Minister Khiev Phan. The navy was the smallest branch of the military and was mainly there for defensive purposes, and now they were taking up a different kind of defense, under the orders of Admiral Kim Thuy.

Of course, those orders were about blockading the Rio Azul river, which led directly through Mahsong, the one city that had currently been taken by General Sun Ros and his forces. If they could cut off the flow of supplies down the river, they would have a chance to contain the rebel movement into the area around Mahsong before waiting out the rebel forces and watching as they eventually ran out of supplies, unable to bring in foreign goods because of the government anti air installations and the blockade. That depended on the loyalist ground forces holding out against a rebel military that was more numerous and with better generals at its helm, but it was still the plan that had the best apparent chances. After all, the sea was the only place where a clear advantage existed for the government.

The fleet wasn’t advanced by any means, but the two strike groups were still more than enough to take out any civilian ships that tried to bring cargo to the Kingdom of Kamosa through the Rio Azul. Each strike group was mainly made up of destroyers and the other ships that accompanied them. Each one had two Kashin class guided missile destroyers, but they were accompanied by weaker units that had worse quality engineering. In past times, the budget for the navy hadn’t been high enough to upgrade entire fleets, with the navy choosing instead to focus on specific units such as the destroyers. Each group also had three Sariwon class frigates, and two Shershen class torpedo boats.

The first strike group positioned itself about twenty miles off of the coast of the Rio Azul opening, while the other one was situated about ten miles to the east of the first, ready to assist in the event of enemies showing up and attempting to break the blockade. Not that the Kingdom of Kamosa had their own navy, but if they really were receiving foreign support, the fleets would be the first and last line of defense for the Republican plan of blockading and waiting out the rebel uprising. With the ships in place, they would watch their radar systems twenty four seven to see if any other ships were entering the area, and if they did, they would be turned away whether they were military or civilian in their purpose, especially if they were foreign ships trying to deliver any manor of aid to the enemy.

Little did they know at the moment that they wouldn’t have to wait forever for a conflict to break out.

by **Shalum** » Tue Dec 12, 2017 10:14 pm

14th Imperial Expeditionary Battlegroup
INS Andrew Holland
International Waters

“What’s the matter, love, don’t have your sealegs yet?” An amused voice asked from the doorway. The warmth of the soprano speaker did nothing to ease the tension in the general’s gut as the ship rocked and rolled, yielding to the power of the sea around them. Numbly, Adam was aware of gentle footsteps, followed by a soothing hand on his shoulder as the good major knelt down beside him. “Don’t worry, we’ll be back on dry land soon enough.”

“Not soon enough, Nora.” The Supreme Commander of Imperion’s forces rasped in reply as he drug the back of his wrist along the corners of his lips. His mouth still tasted of bile, but having her here was better. Settling back onto his haunches, he brought down the lid with a dull thub and hit the plunger, before casting a glance over his shoulder. The major nodded slightly, and offered out a canteen to him, which he eagerly accepted. “Thank you, ma’am.”

“When the war is over, we’re going to have to get a boat. What would High Command think if they saw you puking your guts out?” She mused softly as the general nursed the cool water.

“That they pay me to win wars on land, not on the high seas.” Adam pointed out with a quiet grunt, before brining the canteen back to his lips. After a few more minutes of sitting there, carefully drinking and chatting softly while the sun began to crest the horizon topside, he swallowed thickly and grimaced as he studied his wristwatch. “Fuck, time for that briefing already.”

“Yeah,” Nora sighed as she hauled the older man to his feet; he wasn’t small, but she hadn’t earned her position by good looks alone. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up. You can blame your tardiness on me, if you really want.” She chuckled, before leading him into the small private quarters that they shared. It wasn’t much, seeing as this was a warship, but it was their’s for the time being.

The pair found themselves in a conference room five minutes, and a few wrong turns, later. Unlike the modern, yet utilitarian nature that one could have described most of the compartments as, the meeting area was comfortable and well furnished. Carpets had been draped over the metal flooring, and the walls were covered with expensive wood paneling. The flags of Imperion were draped up here and then, and several electronic screens were set up on either side of the conference table.

It put their office in Dresden to shame.

“General, Major, we’re glad that you could make it.” A sharply dressed man with critical eyes said as he glanced over at them while intelligence officers and naval personnel worked in the background. Laptops and tablets were everywhere, yet they all seemed perfectly composed - then again, it would have been more surprising if they weren’t. Seeing as this was the first major Imperion operation that the Empire had taken point on, the Shalumite Special Tasks Group had sent their best operatives to ensure that everything went according to plan. “We were just about to begin.”

“Apologies, agent Zukov. I didn’t mean to be late - I’m just not used to all of this naval shite yet.” The general said as he shuffled to the side to pour himself a cup of coffee and fetch a small muffin. He wasn’t all that hungry given his stomach, but he knew that he needed to put something down - meager as it may have been.

“It happens to the best of us.” The half-Shalumite man replied, his lips pursing for a moment as he glanced down in tablet in his lap, before looking back up again. Reaching over, he picked up a clipboard and slid it along the table where it came to a stop just short of General Fleming. “We’ve been digging into Kamosa’s history a bit, plus we’ve been able to get some good ideas as to what sort of naval forces the enemy is likely to throw at us.” He sounded pleased with himself, and the naval officers in the room couldn’t help but smirk.

Looking over the list, Adam couldn't help but smile to himself. Fourteen ships, less than what their task force numbered, was the most that the enemy had to throw at them. While he clearly wasn’t any sort of naval warfare savante, the write-ups indicated that none of them were particularly new - unlike the composition of their own fleet. “Excellent,” if there was going to be a godsend in this war this was probably it, “I presume we have a plan as to how we’ll deal with them?”

Zukov nodded, but it was Admiral Greer who spoke up. “We do, sir.” He confirmed with a rumble, before motioning to one of his aides. The mocha skinned woman quickly flicked at her tablet, making the screen across from them flicker with an image of the last known enemy positions. “Our original strategy, before we knew more about the enemy, was to send our submarines ahead and have them clear everything out. Still possible, of course, but the enemy fleet -old as it is- can still hunt our subs. I’m not going to take chances,” he paused and smirked a bit, “not when we have cards up our own sleeve.”

Motioning to the electronic board, the image flickered to a crude and quickly made animation. Over the course of several seconds, a pair of navy jets flew in, fired their missles at what seemed to be a long distance, and pulled away - well outside of the enemy’s ship range, at that. “As the plan stands, we’re going to deploy an AWAC once we get closer to Kamosa. Once we can identify enemy fleet positions, we will deploy attack craft outfitted with SSM-7 Mk. 1 anti-ship missles. They will engage the enemy beyond ranges that they can hit us back from."

“Should that fail, I’ll call in our cruisers and let ‘em get a taste of our cruise missiles.” Said option was even safer than sending out planes, but far more costly. No Shalumite aircraft had even been lost while deploying Spice munitions, and he could only assume that this would be a repeat. The operation would be quick and clean, and troops could begin landing as soon as the enemy navy was mopped up.

“Excellent work, Admiral.” Flemming wasn’t about to question him over this; it was Greer’s job to know surface combat, just like it was his to know the best way to take a city. “How long until we can get this done?”

“Not very, with any luck. We just need to get within range so we can start launching planes.” Greer took a small sip of his coffee. “The Republicans won’t know what hit them.”

by **Kamosa** » Fri Dec 15, 2017 11:35 am

Southern Sea

It was a tense atmosphere for the Republican Navy units that were the last line of defense to protect the blockade and keep allies and goods from reaching the monarchist faction of the war, because the attack from either Kamosan or international forces was inevitable. They just didn’t know exactly when it was going to happen, and that was the problem. The Kashin destroyers had frequently deployed their helicopters on scouting runs, but their radar wasn’t picking up anything so far. And as time passed and things got more and more tense on the island, the tensions on the waters also rose. At this point, they would rather have the enemy show themselves and attack rather than continue the waiting game for much longer.

And that was exactly what happened when one of the naval helicopters made a radio call back to the fleet and informed them that they had detected an enemy AWAC plane over the open sea, in close enough range to detect the Kamosan fleet. So far, the helicopter hadn’t detected a fleet that the AWAC was working with, but as soon as the message was received, the Republican Navy ships went into alert and repositioned themselves to prepare for an incoming attack. Admiral Kim Thuy was moved to one of the smaller torpedo boats, with orders to escape the scene if push came to shove and they suffered a large defeat, which wasn’t out of the question with their outdated and underfunded Navy that had certainly seen better days.

All of the helicopters available to the Kashin destroyers were out scouting again, too, numbering four in total. They were working overtime, rotating their pilots and getting back out as soon as each sortie ended. It would be some time before they would detect incoming aircraft, and not friendly ones. From radar, it also didn’t look like the Kamosan Air Force was the one behind the oncoming planes. The helicopters would retreat and the ships would prepare to fight back with their surface to air missiles… But as they would find out when they looked at their radar, the SAMs wouldn’t even be able to reach the targets, as they only had an operational range of thirty five kilometers.

The attack was sudden, quick, and savage. The Kamosan ships wouldn’t have much of a chance to fight back, and the sailors would be forced to take cover and hide below the decks as the fleet was bombarded with missiles fired from outside of their operational range. Because they didn’t have the protection of the loyal air units, which would have had trouble reaching them because of the rebel air superiority, there was no way to intercept. No way to fight back as missile after missile struck the ships or the water around them, quickly destroying their offensive capability and sinking the smaller ships. It was a terrifying ordeal for anyone on board, and it didn’t even take long for it to happen. When it was done… They were left with a remnant of what they had started with.

A few non operational ships that hadn’t been sunk but still were too damaged to make an impact. A few more ships that were headed to the bottom of the sea. Fires on the top decks that hadn’t been extinguished yet. As the one torpedo boat with the Admiral on board made an escape and headed back to the port, the rest of the loyal military forces were contacted and informed that they had just suffered a major loss that would give up an entire front, the seas. It would be up to the Kamosan Army and what remained of the loyal parts of the Air Force to prevent this foreign help from putting the monarchists in power.

by **Shalum** » Mon Dec 18, 2017 1:10 pm

14th Imperial Expeditionary Battlegroup
INS Andrew Holland
Kamosan Waters

“Well...that was anti-bloody-climatic.”

Aside from the mutterings of Agent Zukov, the conference room was silent with all eyes glued to the smart screen on the wall across from them. Their airborne early warning craft had taken to the skies several hours ago, and it hadn’t taken long for them to identify the enemy naval positions - the fact that they had a bit of help from the Kingdom ended up going a long way. From there, it had simply been a matter of loading up the necessary attack craft and getting them airborne. In the event that the first sorties failed, Admiral Greer had been ready to call in the cruisers to mop up.

A precaution that was clearly unneeded.

“Bridge reporting that all of our first wave have returned - no losses.” A younger attached said, glancing up from her screen for a brief moment. They could all hear the rumble of aircraft, as quiet as it may have been in the insulated room. “Should I dispatch the order to finish off the enemy fleet?” If the first go around had been like shooting fish in the barrell, then this would be more like kicking a puppy. They may have been the enemy, but there clearly wasn’t going to be any more resistance on their part. The fates of the surviving sailors rested in their hands.

“Negative.” Greer said after a long moment. Glancing at the screen, he pursed his lips. The enemy’s fleet was little more than floating scrap at this point - there was nothing of redeemable value, and the cost of trying to repair any of the ships would have just about paid for new ones. Assuming all went to plan, Kamosa would be using Imperion gear soon enough. There was an angle to work here, one that wasn’t all that difficult at that. “Once our boys have returned, get a second flight up. Have the next group loaded for purely air-to-air engagements. I don’t know why the Kamosan air force held back.”

“Range, most likely.” The attache replied as her nimble fingers danced along the surface of her smart pad. “We’re still a bit far out. The enemy fleet made the mistake of trying to confront of us open water.” Admittedly, it wouldn’t have made much of a difference aside from what tactics they chose to use.

“Fair enough,” the admiral grunted in reply. “Start broadcasting a message to the enemy fleet that we demand their unconditional surrender. Have search and rescue helos prepared, but don’t launch ‘em until the fleet is in range to support them in the event that the Republic decides that they want a fight.”

“Are you sure that’s...wise, Admiral Greer?” Supreme Commander Fleming asked as he set down his cup of coffee.

“Do I want a bunch of prisoners? Not particularly. But if there is a chance for our PR values to go up, this is it. Better than shooting fish in a barrel, if nothing else.” He motioned to the ruined fleet displayed on the screen across from them. “They’re dead in the water. None of those ships would make it back to their home ports, if at all. We be merciful, make a show of it, and maybe we can show Kamosa we’re not so bad. Worst comes to worst, we can give the Republic a taste of our cruise missiles.” Despite the carnage, the enemy had gotten a mere taste of the firepower that the Coalition brought to bear. There had been little effort involved with this.

Over the course of the next couple of hours, the ships began to move into position, drawing closer to the enemy fleet. The offer of surrender was broadcast on a loop, and the lack of follow-up fire was most likely noticed by the enemy. Shalumite aircraft buzzed over head, locking down the airspace; they were undoubtedly backed up by the surface fleet that they preceeded. Meanwhile, Imperial subs hunted, looking for anything that they could have missed, while an AWAC did the same from the sky. If the enemy sailors chose to surrender, they would be treated with as much respect as anyone else.

If their government forced the Coalition's hand, though, no such quarter could be promised. The Republic was already in missile range, and the fleet had enough firepower to level the island. That was no their purpose, though. No, the Coalition was here to restore order, and put the Kingdom in its rightful place.

by **Kamosa** » Wed Dec 20, 2017 7:10 pm

Southern Sea

The Republican Navy wasn’t in a good state at the moment. The only ship that was still operational at this point was headed back to port, but other than that, they were like fish in a barrel, waiting for the enemy to shoot. The repairs needed to make an escape would take long enough that they were effectively impossible, and the top officials had already escaped on the same boat as the Admiral that was in charge of the entire fleet. It didn’t do good things for morale, as far as the remaining soldiers were concerned. They were mostly hiding in the lower decks, but when the barrage of missiles ended, they returned to the upper ones and just watched.

They were watching for enemies on the horizon, but they weren’t really preparing for a fight. None of them had the morale to bother putting up a fight when the odds were unwinnable, the commanders had already left, and when they didn’t even have a chance of escaping if they won. Even if they somehow fended off the enemy, these were the only ships that the Republican Navy owned at the moment, and they wouldn’t be able to do a proper evacuation. A victory here would be delaying the inevitable, and both the sailors and the officers who were left were aware of that.

One of those officers, who was the highest ranking one still with the fleet, made the quick decision to reply to the enemy message with an official surrender. Not long after, the white flags went up over the Republican ships, and when the enemy came closer, they would see that the sailors didn’t have weapons readied. There was no point dying for this. Live to fight another day could be the motto of the fleet now.

Back at the Ponhei capital of the Republic of Kamosa, the military forces under Vanna Dim were quickly being raised and prepared for a land assault that would potentially come now that foreign help had arrived on the side of the Kingdom. They also had to prepare for an attack from the Kingdom itself, which hadn’t seriously made its way across the Rio Azul at this point. The news of the naval attack had spread quickly and kicked those mobilizing efforts into overdrive, because really, this was the first battle of the war after the initial fighting in Mahsong ignited things in the first place. The Republican Army was working hard to keep count of its loyal forces to identify just how much they would have available to them in the fight against Sun Ros and the soldiers that had joined him in the uprising back during the initial battle of Mahsong...

by **Shalum** » Sat Dec 23, 2017 10:59 am

14th Imperial Expeditionary Battlegroup
INS Andrew Holland
Southern Sea

“Admiral, we are receiving communication from the enemy fleet.” An ensign said as he looked over from his terminal to the center of the bridge. Though the meeting in the conference room had ended hours ago, the scenery hadn’t changed much - the commanding officers had remained up top, while the intelligence agents had disappeared into the lower levels to do whatever spooks did with their time. “They surrender.”

Admiral Greer smiled grimly, his lips pulling into thin, unsettling eyes as he looked out towards the open sea for a moment. Despite the initial battle being over, things were far from settled; he had planes on constant air patrol, and he knew for a fact that enemy ground forces were preparing to receive them. The latter wasn’t his concern, though he was sure it would become one once the Supreme Command called to the navy for support, whether it be with air power or precision missile strikes.

“It is good to see at least one person out there has a grip on logic and common sense.” He muttered to himself, leaning against the terminal in front of him. “Broadcast that we accept their surrender, and that we will begin boarding actions shortly.” It would take them hours, really, but the Kamosans had no say in the matter; they were just lucky to be alive, and Greer wasn’t about to put his ships at risk to save them.

What followed was a tedious affair of pushing forward under the constant, overlapping protection of the fleet and its many ships. Between the constant sweep of naval-borne AESA radars, and fighter craft on patrol overhead, it would have been difficult for the enemy to get a good shot in at the fleet - but it wouldn’t have been impossible either. When the Imperial vessels grew close enough, they began to dispatch rigid inflatable boats manned by terse marines armed with shotguns and carbines. They weren’t exactly expecting trouble, but considering that they were going into the situation outnumbered and with little information on their side, there was no room for chance.

As each enemy ship was boarded, and survivors plucked from the water, the legionaries of the 22nd Foreign Legion Regiment held their breath. The fact that they’d essentially wiped out the enemy fleet in less than an hour hadn’t been kept a secret - if anything, their commanders knew it would be good for morale. That being said, though, they was still a sense of anxiousness that their professionalism had a hard time keeping reigned in.

No one knew what was going to happen next, exactly, though if the enemy ground forces were expecting a direct naval invasion - they were likely setting themselves up for disappointment. Such things had fallen out of favor, and they didn’t have the extra manpower or equipment needed for such an operation. It was more likely that, after the enemy fleet was subdued, that they would sail for the port controlled by royalist forces so that Imperion could offload prisoners as well as troops and supplies for the Kingdom’s military.

by **Kamosa** » Thu Jan 11, 2018 8:14 pm

Ponhei, Republic of Kamosa

The atmosphere in Republican territory could only be called somber, really. News spread quickly of the defeat to the Shalumites, who had taken out the fleet without even needing to create a proper engagement. They were expected to lose to a more developed and wealthy country like Shalum, yes, but the method in which they lost was what had many calling this one of the worst defeats in Kamosan history. The fact that they hadn’t even challenged the enemy was concerning for their future odds, and back in Ponhei, the Republican government was planning their next moves to stop the incoming offensive from the east. Khiev Phan and Vanna Dim, particularly, were up all night coming up with plans.

“I’ve received word that Admiral Kim Thuy has just arrived here in Ponhei, after the battle in the Southern Sea,” said an intern, stepping into the room to deliver an announcement for someone else. “I was also told to tell all of you that Brigadier General Kosal Nhek has arrived in Ponhei and will be with you shortly after a brief meeting on the lower floors. I have already informed him that you’ve requested to meet with him here, and he should be up in about… Fifteen to twenty minutes, at the most.”

“Thank you. I have to wonder how he’ll react to the news that we have waiting for him,” muttered Prime Minister Phan, looking through his folders and organizing them absentmindedly as he waited. Most of those folders were related to the upcoming offensive. Maps, attack plans, lists of vehicles and conscripts that had been taken from the rebel side when the military split into two rival halves. “Then again, we can’t exactly pick someone else, can we? Not with the reduced pool of officers that stayed with us.”

“Sun Ros may be a traitor, but he’s a motivator. The type of officer that people want to join and follow. Good leaders recognize other good leaders, and that’s how we end up in the spot we’re in at the moment,” replied Vanna Dim. They would make small talk and wait for about ten more minutes, before the door to the conference room opened up once again and Brigadier General Kosal Nhek stepped inside, wearing ceremonial uniform and offering a salute before sitting down at the other end of the table, across from the Prime Minister.

“Hello again, Prime Minister, and General Dim.”

“Hello to you, too, General Nhek. We’re going to get right to what we were talking about earlier, which is that we have a force ready to cross the Rio Azul and meet the rebel force positioning itself towards Baday. With luck, we can surprise them by attacking first and we can move towards Mahsong as their front falls apart in that region,” the Prime Minister explained, sliding a folder with maps and information across the table. “Check this out and tell us what you think, please. Because we would like to have you leading that attack.”

by **New Korongo** » Sun Jan 14, 2018 7:11 pm

Korongolese Submarine Ezan, 53 Kilometres Southeast of Kamosa

“Captain, we have received a new communication from Second Fleet Headquarters.” Lieutenant Samara Nalu, the communications officer, announced as a seemingly archaic thermal printer whirred and buzzed. The attack submarine Ezan, formerly of the 2^nd Aircraft Carrier Group, had made great time given the circumstances. It was now little more than fifty kilometres from the coast of Kamosa. The nuclear vessel grazed the surface as it moved ever closer to the shore. This allowed the crew to extend a communications mast above the surface and receive encrypted satellite data bursts. “It appears to have originated from Joint Forces Central Command.” Nalu explained with a hint of surprise in her voice. Joint Forces Central Command was the supreme authority of the Korongolese military. It handled the non-administrative functions for which the Ministry of Defence was responsible. If it was running the show, then Ezan’s mission was both important and secretive.

Frigate Captain Lou Baringin, an older man nearing the end of his career, sauntered over to the Lieutenant’s station and tore the message from the printer. His tired red-rimmed eyes glanced down at the text. “Good God!” He exclaimed and all eyes in the control room darted in his direction. A short pause then followed before he posed a question rhetorically. “Are we off the coast of Kamosa or Madabique?” Those unfamiliar with the Captain may have questioned his sanity, but most people aboard the Ezan had served with him long enough. He had a sharp mind, but often spoke to himself in a manner which did not elaborate his thoughts to those around him.

“What are our orders, Sir?” Batal Nahan, the submarine’s executive officer, prompted.

“It appears that the Democratic fleet has surrendered in its entirety to the Empire of Shalum.” Baringin explained to Nahan in a raised voice which everyone could hear. A series of whispers quickly occupied the control room, but they soon faded. While it was grave news for those who opposed autocracy in general, the average Korongolese citizen had no vested interest in Kamosa. Furthermore, many of the sailors on board felt that such an outcome was inevitable. Without international support, the loyalist navy was simply too weak. “In spite of this news, we have been ordered to proceed to the territorial limit as planned. Our mission is to skirt the line, just like we did back in the 80s.”

Nahan nodded in acknowledgement as he came to understand Baringin’s question. During the Cold War, the Royal Naval Service conducted regular intelligence missions off the coast of Madabique. At a shallow depth and low speed, a Korongolese submarine would wander along the boundary that marked Madabique’s territorial waters. A receiver array on the surface would collect electromagnetic emissions as the submarine towed it along. This process would be interrupted once per day so that the submarine could sail deeper into international waters and transmit its data back to New Korongo. Intelligence analysts would then pour over what they could. “Lieutenant Nalu, transmit a confirmation of the present order and then retract the communications mast.” Nahan ordered. He followed this instruction by a series of commands which would prepare the submarine for its new mission. In less than an hour, it would start collecting information.

by **Shalum** » Mon Jan 22, 2018 9:42 am

14th Imperial Expeditionary Battlegroup
INS Andrew Holland
Southern Sea

Though the war for the island’s territorial waters had come to a close, the same could not be said for the one that was about to take place in its airspace. Though the interventionist fleet was unilateral powerhouse, it was by no means invincible. If the Republicans were smart, they would rally sooner or later and get to work on some sort of plan for a proper counter attack with the resources that were on hand; they had to be struck down before that could happen. It meant pressing the enemy while they were reeling, and that was something the Supreme Commander was all too keen on.

As the next wave of attack craft, mostly made up of Bartgeier-EW/B multirole fighters (outfitted with upgraded electronic suites that allowed them to sniff out the sorts of radar emitters found on anti-aircraft and anti-ship missile batteries) were outfitted for their sorties, the cruisers and destroyers of the fleet became a hub of activity. Targeting information, provided by their allies on the ground until such a time that they could get AWACs into the air, was plugged in and verified by weapons control officers. Once the coordinates were double checked and confirmed, warning alarms blared throughout each ship. Once everyone above deck was confirmed to be inside, the sirens were cut off.

The silence did not last long, however. For over ten minutes, the very air around the fleet vibrated, as if the fabric of the world around them was being torn apart by a vengeful god. A deafening, foreboding roar followed after each cruise missile as if it lifted up and away from its mothership and began to head towards the distant island. Though none of them would actually be able to see the impacts, the gunnery crews were certain that the enemy would truly feel them. The missiles were expensive, but the targets were worth every penny as far as the taxpayers should have been concerned.

A myriad of military installations had been targeted. While the enemy lacked a fleet, they still had more than enough airpower at their disposal - enough to make them a threat. Airfields, runways, supply depots, radar installations, and anything else else that could pose a threat to the fleet or friendly ground forces had been selected to be destroyed in a plume of hellfire. Anything infrastructure that was destroyed could be rebuilt again, but it was much harder to replace any Imperial equipment that would be lost in the short term.

As anxious legionnaires watched the missle vollies lift up from their support ships, Captain Elena Davies and her co-pilot Benson Rutledge were too preoccupied with the checks that they had to run through with the flight crews before they began their sortie - it was simple stuff, like verifying that all of the rudders were responding as they were supposed to. While the fleet picked off the easy targets, it was up to her squadron to do the hard work of going out there and identifying (and destroying whenever possible) enemy missile installations that the missiles couldn’t target; it included anything like targets too close to civilian centers, to the assets that their allies in the kingdom had inevitably missed.

As her Bartgeier rocketed up from the battlegroup’s flagship, the captain finally spared a glance towards one of the cruisers as it belted out another round of precision guided death; it was hard not to smirk. While she was about to fly towards the Ponhei, where defenses were likely heavy, she liked to think that the enemy airforce had bigger problems on their hands than a few Shalumite aircraft. Even if they did manage to muster a resistance, they would have to get through her escort detail first.

The unrestricted air campaign had begun. It was only a matter of time until troops began to land. Until then, though, the Kingdom’s army would have to make do.

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