Azadistani Commonwealth VS Munkchester(over)

[Azadistan-land of the free]

OOC: Also, you do realize Atemkemri is part of the Angel's Alliance?

OOC: i do know
IC:my spies have told me Atemkemri is part of the Angel's Alliance-Sultan Ahmed

[Azadistan-land of the free]

2 Captains, 5 lieutenants and 50 privates have been sent to spy on the Exodian territories.

[Aresin]

In response to fighting in nearby Azadistan, Aresin activates 10,000 reservists in case the fighting spills over into our territory. Furthermore, the ground forces are patrolling close to Azadistan's borders. The air force has 50 F-22 interceptors and 100 Avenger attack drones on standby near the Azadistan border.

SIC: 8 commandos in a stealth helicopter are on a secret surveillance mission within Azadistan.

[Jackania yugo]

One of the destroyers, the JNC (Jackanian naval craft) hydra has been sunk. The other ships have retreated, but not before firing a few more missiles.

The citys coast it considered to be ruins, although not enough evidence is acquired as of speaking. Oman was aiding Azadistan in the war and they were the closet enemy in this war to us that our closest forces could attack (or via the sea for that matter).

Jackania is sending an fleet of around 200 fighter jets to attack west Azadistan.

[Azadistan-land of the free]

One of the destroyers, the JNC (Jackanian naval craft) hydra has been sunk. The other ships have retreated, but not before firing a few more missiles.

The citys coast it considered to be ruins, although not enough evidence is acquired as of speaking. Oman was aiding Azadistan in the war and they were the closet enemy in this war to us that our closest forces could attack (or via the sea for that matter).

Jackania is sending an fleet of around 200 fighter jets to attack west Azadistan.

-Azadistani planes send food supplies to oman-
AA tanks are sent along the Western Desert.

[Democratic Exodian Territories]

Democratic Exodian Territories, Gulf of Mexico
Honseil Islands, Outer Territories

A young skipper lounged on his back, aviator sunglasses drooping across his eyelids. Besides his standard Exodian Navy fatigue bottoms, he wore a large, unzipped bright blue raincoat- not that he needed it, as the hot summer morning only showed rays of sunlight and a few lazy clouds. The LMPV, or the Light Missile Patrol Vehicle, trundled softly across the turquoise Caribbean waters, the crew in the same idle state.
Truly, this job was possibly the most uneventful in the Exodian military- the Navy Territorial Protection Service, commonly referred to as “the goddamn Coast Guard” by most, saw very little action besides intercepting immigrant vessels and checking papers.

That changed in a moment.
“CAPTAIN LOGAN! MASTER ENRIQUEZ! CONTACT! CONTACT!” A cadet screamed.

The skipper looked up, then rushed immediately into action- zipping up his jacket, grabbing a cap, reclipping his pistol holster with a Sigma RDS519 in .45 Short, he then dashed, his boots clomping across the deck as he snatched his X4 Assault carbine and magazine bandolier. Everyone on board either retreated inside or grabbed a weapon. The ship’s eight .50 caliber machine guns and single 150mm gun were trained on the new target, and its anti-ship rockets were set and ready to fire.

They could all clearly see it- a large express cruiser with foreign markings. The skipper, Logan, immediately recognized it as Arabic.
Within minutes, a black ARH-122S attack helicopter and a gray AUH-121 utility helicopter was hovering overhead, their weapons ready and in the latter’s case, crews ready to dismount into the oceans and board. Two gunboats rode up next to the missile boat, their own crews aimed and ready, and 4 Jet Ski-like interceptor craft positioned themselves in front of the offending vessel’s bow, 20mm cannons aimed squarely at the cruiser’s bridge.

Walking over to a loudspeaker on the missile boat, Logan echoed the standard demands for entry, although he felt it would be much different this time.

“THIS IS THE EXODIAN NAVY SPEAKING! WE HAVE YOUR VESSEL COMPLETELY SURROUNDED, AND WE WILL BOARD AND ENTER! ANY ATTEMPT AT AGGRESSION WILL BE MET WITH DEADLY FORCE. SURRENDER ANY ARMS YOU MAY HAVE AND GET ALL PASSPORTS AND PAPERS READY. ANY SUSPICIOUS ACTIVITY OR NATURE, AND WE HAVE AUTHORIZATION TO DETAIN YOU. IF YOU FAIL TO COMPLY, WE HAVE AUTHORIZATION TO OPEN FIRE.”

[Azadistan-land of the free]

Democratic Exodian Territories, Gulf of Mexico
Honseil Islands, Outer Territories

A young skipper lounged on his back, aviator sunglasses drooping across his eyelids. Besides his standard Exodian Navy fatigue bottoms, he wore a large, unzipped bright blue raincoat- not that he needed it, as the hot summer morning only showed rays of sunlight and a few lazy clouds. The LMPV, or the Light Missile Patrol Vehicle, trundled softly across the turquoise Caribbean waters, the crew in the same idle state.
Truly, this job was possibly the most uneventful in the Exodian military- the Navy Territorial Protection Service, commonly referred to as “the goddamn Coast Guard” by most, saw very little action besides intercepting immigrant vessels and checking papers.

That changed in a moment.
“CAPTAIN LOGAN! MASTER ENRIQUEZ! CONTACT! CONTACT!” A cadet screamed.

The skipper looked up, then rushed immediately into action- zipping up his jacket, grabbing a cap, reclipping his pistol holster with a Sigma RDS519 in .45 Short, he then dashed, his boots clomping across the deck as he snatched his X4 Assault carbine and magazine bandolier. Everyone on board either retreated inside or grabbed a weapon. The ship’s eight .50 caliber machine guns and single 150mm gun were trained on the new target, and its anti-ship rockets were set and ready to fire.

They could all clearly see it- a large express cruiser with foreign markings. The skipper, Logan, immediately recognized it as Arabic.
Within minutes, a black ARH-122S attack helicopter and a gray AUH-121 utility helicopter was hovering overhead, their weapons ready and in the latter’s case, crews ready to dismount into the oceans and board. Two gunboats rode up next to the missile boat, their own crews aimed and ready, and 4 Jet Ski-like interceptor craft positioned themselves in front of the offending vessel’s bow, 20mm cannons aimed squarely at the cruiser’s bridge.

Walking over to a loudspeaker on the missile boat, Logan echoed the standard demands for entry, although he felt it would be much different this time.

“THIS IS THE EXODIAN NAVY SPEAKING! WE HAVE YOUR VESSEL COMPLETELY SURROUNDED, AND WE WILL BOARD AND ENTER! ANY ATTEMPT AT AGGRESSION WILL BE MET WITH DEADLY FORCE. SURRENDER ANY ARMS YOU MAY HAVE AND GET ALL PASSPORTS AND PAPERS READY. ANY SUSPICIOUS ACTIVITY OR NATURE, AND WE HAVE AUTHORIZATION TO DETAIN YOU. IF YOU FAIL TO COMPLY, WE HAVE AUTHORIZATION TO OPEN FIRE.”

-many more ships with Arabic and Urdu writing begin to gather round the area-
Captain Dawud(on a megaphone): This is Captain Dawud of the Royal Marines) surrender please. we have copies of the geneva convention and glasses of water to give you. refusal to surrender will unfortunately lead to you being fired upon.
-A Battleship with Urdu writing is seen following Captain Dawud's ship

[Jackania yugo]

One of the destroyers, the JNC (Jackanian naval craft) hydra has been sunk. The other ships have retreated, but not before firing a few more missiles.

The citys coast it considered to be ruins, although not enough evidence is acquired as of speaking. Oman was aiding Azadistan in the war and they were the closet enemy in this war to us that our closest forces could attack (or via the sea for that matter).

Jackania is sending an fleet of around 200 fighter jets to attack west Azadistan.

-Azadistani planes send food supplies to oman-
AA tanks are sent along the Western Desert.

I have no idea if that's metagaming but this a "loose" RP as I like to call them, so lets just roll with it.

Ha, get it, because tanks...God sorry.

[Aresin]

With the fighting getting more intense, Aresin sends an additional 50 F-22's into the area. After they refuel, all 100 of the F-22's fly patrol 13 miles into Azadistan's territory. 9 BuCUE mobile tanks also move 8 miles into Azadistan territory, along with an infantry compliment of 108 men.

To: Azadistani Military Officials
From: The Aresin War Department
With the recent fighting within your territory, we have been forced to amass troops and planes around and within your borders. Please understand that this is not a hostile action against you or government. Our forces are merely patrolling to ensure the safety of our own borders. However, should any hostile actions be taken against us, by either your government, or by forces determined to be within your nation's borders, we will intervene with military action. Note that we are much more willing to be a friend to you than a threat to you, and we are willing to give limited aid to you as long as we are allowed to continue with our patrols unhampered.

Sincerely,
The Aresin War Department

[Jackania yugo]

The planes go over the west of Azadistan and...drop boxes. No bombs, just carboard boxes with loads of rope around them. They contain leaflets.

They say...

People of Azadistan. Your nations supports terroism and crime abroad. The men incharge are insane, dellusional religous fudamentalists who will go to great lengths to achieve their goals. They will even commit aviation based suicide bombing in a similar fashion to Japan back in the second world war. You want proof, we'll give you damn proof. Inside the box is a mini suitcase. Inside that is a video device. On it is footage.

You want to be free of this tyranny masqurading as freedom, then take up arms and make a change. Help us and your nation will not befall the same fate as the other nations that surround you.

Let the west and democracies be your allies, not your enemies.

They dropped a few around the deserts to show they meant not harm and are now going to the towns to drop more.

[Roskian Federation]

Sigh, here we go again

NORCOM HQ
Port Nakrev Naval Station
Port Nakrev, Roskian Federation

"Bitch you got me fucked up" - G Eazy

BANG.... BANG

"Targets down. Good shots corporal. You're the first person I've seen in a while get a bullseye on both 1,000 yard targets."

Corporal Nikolev Machenko just smiled, smug. "I'll be the first and last," he said, winking to the Sergeant.

"Oh hush, they got you on the spot for de-escalation in just a moment." said Sergeant Misha Petrovenic, while nodding her head.

"Oh fuck me, I hate de-escalation. When is some interesting shit gonna happen?" sighed the corporal.

"Interesting shit? We're the Roskian Federation. Nobody wants to tango with the best." laughed the Sergeant.

The corporal just shook his head, picked up his AV-16BV DMR. He began to walk to the CQB building, the hallmark of Roskian Special Forces training. When he entered the building, the news was on the television.

AZADISTAN DECLARES WAR ON ATEMKEMR AND MUNKCHESTER, ROSKIAN GOVERNMENT DECLARED INTERVENTION PROBABLE.

Huh, neat, Persians. thought Machenko. Just then, a Lieutenant waved for him to go to the command room. These fucking Lieutenants, I swear to God if i'm late for my training. Machenko walked to the Lieutenant, who simply nodded and walked into the command room.

"Its nice of you to join us, Machenko. Have a seat, lets go over your next assignment." said Colonel Kasgonovich. He was in command of the Roskian National Security Brigade, which was a fancy moniker for the assassination special forces. Nice guy, but just a little too upfront.

"Azadistan has conducted quite bizzare military actions in recent. Its currently conducting military operations in several countries. Recent intelligence has determined that it has deployed military intelligence operatives into the Democratic Exodian Territories, but we're not sure of the nature of that mission. It has been attacked on its soil several times, but most of these strikes are not significant. Its navy actually appears intact, but we don't see much of a difference in the sector.

Command says that Roskian Military invasion is most certainly on the table. In fact, its even considered likely. We're currently setting up the 5th CSG to launch an attack. Its more than likely that the Azadistani military will not be capable of withstanding an attack by the 5th CSG, but the 7th CSG will be deploying as well.

Roskian military forces will be taking place in a military invasion of Azadistan, but you will be inserted far before the Army comes in. Your jobs will be to create chaos within the government. Our primary target, Ahmad, is the Sultan of the country. He will be in charge of the nation, and is likely the reason that national unity is still as high as it is. Secondary, Bilqis, the Department of Defence head, taking down the primary chain of command in the military.

In the mean time, the Navy will be playing with the Azadis, so we don't expect much resistance."

The corporal nodded. "When do I ship out?"

"When the navy clears a path to the coast."

"Eh, fair."

"Go ahead and do your de-escalation training. Starting tomorrow, you'll be given refreshers of destruction of governments."

The corporal sighed. Fuck, I thought I got out of it. He left the room, nodding at the Colonel.

He went across the rather wide hall, going to the CQB range itself. He was handed a P2002. Fuck, i only get a pistol for this.

He readied at the door. It wasn't a real pistol, but rather, a pistol which was modeled to be like it in a simulation style. He wouldn't be firing live rounds, and he'd be facing real people in this.

The loud buzzer initiated the start. He kicked open the door, before shouting "Drop your weapon" several times to the person on the other side of the door. The person surrendered, without incident. He kicked the weapon away. He turned the corner, to find two individuals, who were probably supposed to represent civilians, running out of a door and into another. He raised his weapon into the second door, before a buzzer sounded.

"Corporal, you're dead. That's the fourth time you've failed it this week. I know you don't have any other training today, so we're going to be doing this until you get it right."

FUCK!

[West Leas Oros]

Military Base, Central African Republic
*static* Hello? Hello? Call in Proletarian Platoon. This is the Orosian Military Command speaking.

“Yes sir. This is Boris. What do you need?”

“New threat detected. We heard about an assault on Atkemri, and the brass needs you to check it out.”

“Alright sir. For West Leas Oros!”

[Democratic Exodian Territories]

Democratic Exodian Territories, Gulf of Mexico
Honseil Islands, Outer Territories

A young skipper lounged on his back, aviator sunglasses drooping across his eyelids. Besides his standard Exodian Navy fatigue bottoms, he wore a large, unzipped bright blue raincoat- not that he needed it, as the hot summer morning only showed rays of sunlight and a few lazy clouds. The LMPV, or the Light Missile Patrol Vehicle, trundled softly across the turquoise Caribbean waters, the crew in the same idle state.
Truly, this job was possibly the most uneventful in the Exodian military- the Navy Territorial Protection Service, commonly referred to as “the goddamn Coast Guard” by most, saw very little action besides intercepting immigrant vessels and checking papers.

That changed in a moment.
“CAPTAIN LOGAN! MASTER ENRIQUEZ! CONTACT! CONTACT!” A cadet screamed.

The skipper looked up, then rushed immediately into action- zipping up his jacket, grabbing a cap, reclipping his pistol holster with a Sigma RDS519 in .45 Short, he then dashed, his boots clomping across the deck as he snatched his X4 Assault carbine and magazine bandolier. Everyone on board either retreated inside or grabbed a weapon. The ship’s eight .50 caliber machine guns and single 150mm gun were trained on the new target, and its anti-ship rockets were set and ready to fire.

They could all clearly see it- a large express cruiser with foreign markings. The skipper, Logan, immediately recognized it as Arabic.
Within minutes, a black ARH-122S attack helicopter and a gray AUH-121 utility helicopter was hovering overhead, their weapons ready and in the latter’s case, crews ready to dismount into the oceans and board. Two gunboats rode up next to the missile boat, their own crews aimed and ready, and 4 Jet Ski-like interceptor craft positioned themselves in front of the offending vessel’s bow, 20mm cannons aimed squarely at the cruiser’s bridge.

Walking over to a loudspeaker on the missile boat, Logan echoed the standard demands for entry, although he felt it would be much different this time.

“THIS IS THE EXODIAN NAVY SPEAKING! WE HAVE YOUR VESSEL COMPLETELY SURROUNDED, AND WE WILL BOARD AND ENTER! ANY ATTEMPT AT AGGRESSION WILL BE MET WITH DEADLY FORCE. SURRENDER ANY ARMS YOU MAY HAVE AND GET ALL PASSPORTS AND PAPERS READY. ANY SUSPICIOUS ACTIVITY OR NATURE, AND WE HAVE AUTHORIZATION TO DETAIN YOU. IF YOU FAIL TO COMPLY, WE HAVE AUTHORIZATION TO OPEN FIRE.”

-many more ships with Arabic and Urdu writing begin to gather round the area-
Captain Dawud(on a megaphone): This is Captain Dawud of the Royal Marines) surrender please. we have copies of the geneva convention and glasses of water to give you. refusal to surrender will unfortunately lead to you being fired upon.
-A Battleship with Urdu writing is seen following Captain Dawud's ship

Drarta Island, Democratic Exodian Territories
Trapad Naval Base, New Collective City

“Civvies are going absolutely insane, as are most of the enlisted. They don’t know why the hell we let in such a large hostile, foreign contingency to our borders.” A younger commander said, giving a short salute as he entered the Crisis Situation Room. “Militia’s been mobilized already, people are already preparing for an invasion.”

“Nah, those Arab morons are exactly where I want them. They’re complete idiots for thinking this would work. Besides, there’s no chance of any invasion.” Admiral Helsen remarked, looking down at a computerized, holographic table map of the area, showing each Azadistani vessel and Exodian military assets. “We’ve got a huge-ass 35-inch on a defense platform... it’s our smaller outpost on North Yetsun Cove around 85 miles south... and there’s smaller 45-millimeter guns on Honseil and small silos on both. We’ve got them trapped. Just like that chess game I played the other day.”

“You only won that because you played white, you racist asshole... sir.” A captain on the other end of the room, a Brazilian immigrant, laughed. “While our silos are sparse on Kamo and our guns on the larger islands don’t have the range, any vessel that trips within National Protection lines is getting fried.”

Helsen gave a short laugh and nodded. “You damn idiot, I’m black too.” He then composed himself, addressing everyone in the Crisis Room. “I want this bloodless and civil- no matter how many terrorists that nation’s supported, the world is watching, and we’ll look terrible if we just obliterate them right there. However, to minimize casualties on our side, we have to fire the first shot. Still, keep in mind that one can’t drag a body out of Jones’ Locker and put it on trial for war crimes- keep it clean, gentlemen, keep it safe.”

Outer Territories, Honseil Islands

“What the absolute fuck?” Logan growled in disbelief, staring at the miniature fleet amassed before him. “How did so many foreign ships get into our waters without getting fired at and blown to shit? We’ve got four, five, no, eight AAV groups out there- and the Cuban commies- and they still didn’t get detected. The hell?“
A cadet looked at him.
“I don’t goddamn know at this point, sir. All I know is... encrypted radio message for you, sir. Cabin inside.” Both men gave each other incredulous glances before he returned inside.

Meanwhile, at the very sight of any foreign military vessel, the Air Force’s Territorial Protection Service, as well as the brunt of the Exodian Navy had arrived in the form of a large number of surface-attack planes, interceptors, air-superiority fighters and light bombers. The loom of a Guardian-class assault submarine and a trail of 15 midget submarines could be seen down below. Various destroyers and cruisers formed a complete half-circle around the crowd of Azadistani military craft, herding any stragglers back in. Aircraft and drones buzzed over the Azadistani fleet, monitoring every movement.
An audio message, subtitled in Arabic, was electronically sent to the Azadistani command vessel, straight from Admiral Helsen himself (although a name wasn’t shown). Another version was played over speakers from Exodian vessels in the area as well.

“CUT THE BULLSHIT, CAPTAIN. YOU SURRENDER NOW AND STOP HARASSING OUR PERSONNEL, OR YOU WILL BE FIRED UPON-AND BY YOUR POSITION, YOU’RE GOING TO LOSE YOUR ENTIRE BATTLEGROUP. BESIDES, CUTE GENEVA CONVENTION- WE COULD SHOW YOU A COPY THE 1948 UNIVERSAL DECLARATION OF HUMAN RIGHTS, IF WE WANTED TO.

LOOK AT THE SITUATION, CAPTAIN. YOU’RE AN INTERNATIONALLY-RECOGNIZED STATE SPONSOR OF TERRORIST GROUPS AND ORGANIZED CRIME, FORCEFULLY ENTERING ANOTHER NATION’S SOVERIEGN WATERS. ALL THIS? THIS IS ON LIVE TELEVISION TO THE GLOBE. DON’T WANT THE WORLD ASSEMBLY’S SECURITY COUNCIL SEEING THIS? TOO LATE.

HERE’S THE DEAL. I WANT PEACE- YOU WANT YOUR PERSONNEL SAFE. SURRENDER ALL OF YOUR VESSELS AND ARMS, AND LET US TAKE ALL OF YOUR CREWS INTO CUSTODY- INCLUDING YOURSELF. YOU WON’T BE HARMED, AND WILL BE ACCORDINGLY TREATED AS PROPER PRISONERS OF WAR.

ANY SIGN OF AGGRESSION FROM YOU OR THE MEN UNDER YOUR COMMAND, INCLUDING CALLING FOR ANY SUPPORT, AND I GUARANTEE YOU, ALL AZADISTANI VESSELS CURRENTLY IN EXODIAN WATERS WILL BE SUNK. ANY SURVIVORS FROM SUCH WILL BE TREATED AS NOT ONLY FOREIGN CRIMINALS, BUT TERRORISTS.

YOU HAVE FORTY MINUTES.”

[Azadistan-land of the free]

-many more ships with Arabic and Urdu writing begin to gather round the area-
Captain Dawud(on a megaphone): This is Captain Dawud of the Royal Marines) surrender please. we have copies of the geneva convention and glasses of water to give you. refusal to surrender will unfortunately lead to you being fired upon.
-A Battleship with Urdu writing is seen following Captain Dawud's ship

Drarta Island, Democratic Exodian Territories
Trapad Naval Base, New Collective City

“Civvies are going absolutely insane, as are most of the enlisted. They don’t know why the hell we let in such a large hostile, foreign contingency to our borders.” A younger commander said, giving a short salute as he entered the Crisis Situation Room. “Militia’s been mobilized already, people are already preparing for an invasion.”

“Nah, those Arab morons are exactly where I want them. They’re complete idiots for thinking this would work. Besides, there’s no chance of any invasion.” Admiral Helsen remarked, looking down at a computerized, holographic table map of the area, showing each Azadistani vessel and Exodian military assets. “We’ve got a huge-ass 35-inch on a defense platform... it’s our smaller outpost on North Yetsun Cove around 85 miles south... and there’s smaller 45-millimeter guns on Honseil and small silos on both. We’ve got them trapped. Just like that chess game I played the other day.”

“You only won that because you played white, you racist asshole... sir.” A captain on the other end of the room, a Brazilian immigrant, laughed. “While our silos are sparse on Kamo and our guns on the larger islands don’t have the range, any vessel that trips within National Protection lines is getting fried.”

Helsen gave a small smile and nodded, then composed himself, addressing everyone in the Crisis Room. “I want this bloodless and civil- no matter how many terrorists that nation’s supported, the world is watching, and we’ll look terrible if we just obliterate them right there. However, to minimize casualties on our side, we have to fire the first shot. Still, keep in mind that one can’t drag a body out of Jones’ Locker and put it on trial for war crimes- keep it clean, gentlemen, keep it safe.”

Outer Territories, Honseil Islands

“What the absolute fuck?” Logan growled in disbelief, staring at the miniature fleet amassed before him. “How did so many foreign ships get into our waters without getting fired at and blown to shit? We’ve got four, five, no, eight AAV groups out there- and the Cuban commies- and they still didn’t get detected. The hell?“
A cadet looked at him.
“I don’t goddamn know at this point, sir. All I know is... encrypted radio message for you, sir. Cabin inside.” Both men gave each other incredulous glances before he returned inside.

Meanwhile, at the very sight of any foreign military vessel, the Air Force’s Territorial Protection Service, as well as the brunt of the Exodian Navy had arrived in the form of a large number of surface-attack planes, interceptors, air-superiority fighters and light bombers. The loom of a Guardian-class assault submarine and a trail of 15 midget submarines could be seen down below. Various destroyers and cruisers formed a complete half-circle around the crowd of Azadistani military craft, herding any stragglers back in. Aircraft and drones buzzed over the Azadistani fleet, monitoring every movement.
An audio message, subtitled in Arabic, was electronically sent to the Azadistani command vessel, straight from Admiral Helsen himself (although a name wasn’t shown). Another version was played over speakers from Exodian vessels in the area as well.

“CUT THE BULLSHIT, CAPTAIN. YOU SURRENDER NOW AND STOP HARASSING OUR PERSONNEL, OR YOU WILL BE FIRED UPON-AND BY YOUR POSITION, YOU’RE GOING TO LOSE YOUR ENTIRE BATTLEGROUP. BESIDES, CUTE GENEVA CONVENTION- WE COULD SHOW YOU A COPY THE 1948 UNIVERSAL DECLARATION OF HUMAN RIGHTS, IF WE WANTED TO.

LOOK AT THE SITUATION, CAPTAIN. YOU’RE AN INTERNATIONALLY-RECOGNIZED STATE SPONSOR OF TERRORIST GROUPS AND ORGANIZED CRIME, FORCEFULLY ENTERING ANOTHER NATION’S SOVERIEGN WATERS. ALL THIS? THIS IS ON LIVE TELEVISION TO THE GLOBE. DON’T WANT THE WORLD ASSEMBLY’S SECURITY COUNCIL SEEING THIS? TOO LATE.

HERE’S THE DEAL. I WANT PEACE- YOU WANT YOUR PERSONNEL SAFE. SURRENDER ALL OF YOUR VESSELS AND ARMS, AND LET US TAKE ALL OF YOUR CREWS INTO CUSTODY- INCLUDING YOURSELF. YOU WON’T BE HARMED, AND WILL BE ACCORDINGLY TREATED AS PROPER PRISONERS OF WAR.

ANY SIGN OF AGGRESSION FROM YOU OR THE MEN UNDER YOUR COMMAND, INCLUDING CALLING FOR ANY SUPPORT, AND I GUARANTEE YOU, ALL AZADISTANI VESSELS CURRENTLY IN EXODIAN WATERS WILL BE SUNK. ANY SURVIVORS FROM SUCH WILL BE TREATED AS NOT ONLY FOREIGN CRIMINALS, BUT TERRORISTS.

YOU HAVE FORTY MINUTES.”

Queen Aisha(admiral):we surrender
Captain Dawud: we surrendered
(The Azadistani surrenders were broadcast on the megaphone and many sailors and officers are frantically waving white flags)

[Jackania yugo]

Drarta Island, Democratic Exodian Territories
Trapad Naval Base, New Collective City

“Civvies are going absolutely insane, as are most of the enlisted. They don’t know why the hell we let in such a large hostile, foreign contingency to our borders.” A younger commander said, giving a short salute as he entered the Crisis Situation Room. “Militia’s been mobilized already, people are already preparing for an invasion.”

“Nah, those Arab morons are exactly where I want them. They’re complete idiots for thinking this would work. Besides, there’s no chance of any invasion.” Admiral Helsen remarked, looking down at a computerized, holographic table map of the area, showing each Azadistani vessel and Exodian military assets. “We’ve got a huge-ass 35-inch on a defense platform... it’s our smaller outpost on North Yetsun Cove around 85 miles south... and there’s smaller 45-millimeter guns on Honseil and small silos on both. We’ve got them trapped. Just like that chess game I played the other day.”

“You only won that because you played white, you racist asshole... sir.” A captain on the other end of the room, a Brazilian immigrant, laughed. “While our silos are sparse on Kamo and our guns on the larger islands don’t have the range, any vessel that trips within National Protection lines is getting fried.”

Helsen gave a small smile and nodded, then composed himself, addressing everyone in the Crisis Room. “I want this bloodless and civil- no matter how many terrorists that nation’s supported, the world is watching, and we’ll look terrible if we just obliterate them right there. However, to minimize casualties on our side, we have to fire the first shot. Still, keep in mind that one can’t drag a body out of Jones’ Locker and put it on trial for war crimes- keep it clean, gentlemen, keep it safe.”

Outer Territories, Honseil Islands

“What the absolute fuck?” Logan growled in disbelief, staring at the miniature fleet amassed before him. “How did so many foreign ships get into our waters without getting fired at and blown to shit? We’ve got four, five, no, eight AAV groups out there- and the Cuban commies- and they still didn’t get detected. The hell?“
A cadet looked at him.
“I don’t goddamn know at this point, sir. All I know is... encrypted radio message for you, sir. Cabin inside.” Both men gave each other incredulous glances before he returned inside.

Meanwhile, at the very sight of any foreign military vessel, the Air Force’s Territorial Protection Service, as well as the brunt of the Exodian Navy had arrived in the form of a large number of surface-attack planes, interceptors, air-superiority fighters and light bombers. The loom of a Guardian-class assault submarine and a trail of 15 midget submarines could be seen down below. Various destroyers and cruisers formed a complete half-circle around the crowd of Azadistani military craft, herding any stragglers back in. Aircraft and drones buzzed over the Azadistani fleet, monitoring every movement.
An audio message, subtitled in Arabic, was electronically sent to the Azadistani command vessel, straight from Admiral Helsen himself (although a name wasn’t shown). Another version was played over speakers from Exodian vessels in the area as well.

“CUT THE BULLSHIT, CAPTAIN. YOU SURRENDER NOW AND STOP HARASSING OUR PERSONNEL, OR YOU WILL BE FIRED UPON-AND BY YOUR POSITION, YOU’RE GOING TO LOSE YOUR ENTIRE BATTLEGROUP. BESIDES, CUTE GENEVA CONVENTION- WE COULD SHOW YOU A COPY THE 1948 UNIVERSAL DECLARATION OF HUMAN RIGHTS, IF WE WANTED TO.

LOOK AT THE SITUATION, CAPTAIN. YOU’RE AN INTERNATIONALLY-RECOGNIZED STATE SPONSOR OF TERRORIST GROUPS AND ORGANIZED CRIME, FORCEFULLY ENTERING ANOTHER NATION’S SOVERIEGN WATERS. ALL THIS? THIS IS ON LIVE TELEVISION TO THE GLOBE. DON’T WANT THE WORLD ASSEMBLY’S SECURITY COUNCIL SEEING THIS? TOO LATE.

HERE’S THE DEAL. I WANT PEACE- YOU WANT YOUR PERSONNEL SAFE. SURRENDER ALL OF YOUR VESSELS AND ARMS, AND LET US TAKE ALL OF YOUR CREWS INTO CUSTODY- INCLUDING YOURSELF. YOU WON’T BE HARMED, AND WILL BE ACCORDINGLY TREATED AS PROPER PRISONERS OF WAR.

ANY SIGN OF AGGRESSION FROM YOU OR THE MEN UNDER YOUR COMMAND, INCLUDING CALLING FOR ANY SUPPORT, AND I GUARANTEE YOU, ALL AZADISTANI VESSELS CURRENTLY IN EXODIAN WATERS WILL BE SUNK. ANY SURVIVORS FROM SUCH WILL BE TREATED AS NOT ONLY FOREIGN CRIMINALS, BUT TERRORISTS.

YOU HAVE FORTY MINUTES.”

Queen Aisha(admiral):we surrender
Captain Dawud: we surrendered
(The Azadistani surrenders were broadcast on the megaphone and many sailors and officers are frantically waving white flags)

OOC: you going to reply to my post?

[Notovasian Tsardom]

OOC: This is obviously a trainwreck. Get an RP Mentor, and learn how to correctly RP. This isn't acceptable, with how insane and erratic your posts are. Feel free to war me if you feel like I offended you, I don't care. You'll just make this war end quicker.

[Democratic Exodian Territories]

Honseil Islands, Outer Territories

It was an absolutely surreal scene.

A dozen Azadistani Royal Marine full-sized military vessels were now steaming full speed towards the heart of Exodia, with Exodian officers at the helm. Every ship that had made the journey from the Middle East to the Mexican Gulf was now under their own enemy’s control.

Much of the initial scare had passed, with most of the attack aircraft, boats and submarines returning to their bases after a long, good day.

All of the Azadistani invaders, officers and sailors alike, were being taken into military custody to be detained at Trapad Naval Base- Logan was laughing and crying at the same time, because he’d run out of handcuffs and had to use zip-ties until more boxes of handcuffs were put aboard his boat. Logan himself, a humble Protection Serviceman, had the honors of formally arresting Captain Dawud, barely containing himself as he affirmed the rights and privileges of the captured Azadistani officer.

Every single vessel was throughly searched and swept; small arms and radios confiscated, sailors and officers brought out into the sunlight to have their rights read to them while they had cuffs slapped on them, onboard armaments and communications devices guarded by Exodian sailors- not to mention the loads of intelligence documents recovered from the bridges.
What was most startling, however, was in the civilian express cruiser Logan had initially stopped- 7 officers and a whopping 50 infantrymen were found onboard and fully armed- “the worst attempt at espionage I’ve ever seen.” remarked an Exodian Navy destroyer captain. “What were they expecting?”

As bombers and attack helicopters spread out, civilian news helicopters swooped in, cameramen taking every second of surprising footage. Rumors sprang up of who was going to get what medal, with Admiral Helsen being awarded something by Governor Shang being the most frequent subject. As they reached the naval base, crowds numbering the hundreds of journalists and reporters rushed the sailors as they entered, with military police scrambling to try and keep order. Questions were asked of everybody, from Exodian cadets to a few Azadistani sailors. It was of utmost certainty that this event would be written into the history books and given its own Wikipedia page on the spot.

It was absurdly unbelievable.
Exodia had just secured their greatest naval victory, one to rank among the world’s best- without firing a single shot.

[Jackania yugo]

OOC: This is obviously a trainwreck. Get an RP Mentor, and learn how to correctly RP. This isn't acceptable, with how insane and erratic your posts are. Feel free to war me if you feel like I offended you, I don't care. You'll just make this war end quicker.

Yeah, but its a good excuse to make very short posts.

[Democratic Exodian Territories]

Middle East, Azadistani Commonwealth
Metropolis Outskirts


A tall, heavyset, dark-skinned man, dressed in summer clothes and a light jacket, whistled to himself as he walked around a small bedroom, glancing at the television set.

First Lieutenant Badi “Rustler” Samiya of the Exodian Navy Special Operations Division was having quite an eventful day; a sleeper agent under the cover of “Ali Musa”, a Palestinian stockbroker, he’d been recruited by the Exodian Intelligence Ministry and placed in the political heart of Azadistan during the beginning of the latter’s aggression towards foreign nations. Chosen for both his skill in linguistics, surveying, and his combat capabilities, Badi himself wasn’t too pleased with a spy mission he had assumed other agents could do, but he agreed regardless.

He checked a shoulder holster containing an LAC P2S-D Compact in .381 LvLR, while keeping it well-hidden from any prying eyes that might come from his apartment’s window. Slowly, he removed the gun from his holster and set it on a bedside table.

The week had been remarkable in terms of intelligence, after new reports surfacing about Azadistani hostilities with Exodia itself, along with the Angel’s Alliance. He’d successfully tracked documents concerning a large military operation sent to infiltrate Exodia, as well as a naval contingency- with his results on the noon news, he’d felt like he’d finally made progress. Extracting information had been remarkably easy, with Azadistan’s use of their own organized crime groups as an extended intelligence service- either the prospect of money or the barrel of his nine-millimeter in their face would get one to spill valuable secrets. So far, his efforts had been worthwhile and he’d remained undetected- no one walked or talked right after “Rustler” Samiya crossed their path.

His phone rang with an encrypted call, as he sat down on his bed to answer it.

“Lieutenant Samiya. That’s a damn great job you’ve done today.” The curt female voice of an Exodian official echoed from the speaker.
“Thanks.” he replied. “Anything big so far? Am I done here? I’ve been waiting for the extraction for months.”
“No, not by a long shot, I’m afraid. A contact will drop by in half a week to resupply you with ammunition and other materiel. We need you more than ever now- this war’s only just started. You’re staying until it’s neutralized, although we currently have a rapid extraction procedure set up for you in case anything goes wrong.”

Badi sighed. “Is there anything else?”

“Well, the Governor wants to give you the Prominent Service Badge, the Global Counterterrorism Expeditionary Medal, the Golden Anchor, among tons of other things, once you get back...” the official droned on. “Wait... what am I seeing on your operation expenses list? What do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m as clean as our God made me... I might’ve snagged Infinity War and the new Star Wars.” Badi replied dryly. “Alexei won’t mind.”

“He will- oh, forget it. Thank you for the contact, Lieutenant.” She hung up.

Badi put away the phone and stretched out on the bed. Today was a long day.

[Prussian Polish Commonwealth]

To: Shang, Lucky Wells
From: Kaiser Crassus
re:The situation with that country, Azadistan
You lot want me to join the gangbang? My boys in the Ostafrika Cruiser Squadron say they want some action, and they're itching to kill the same people who once nearly destabilized their homeland.

OFFICAL STATEMENT BY THE WEHRMACHT, MINISTRY OF DEFENSE
Let it be known that a state of complete of total and complete warfare exists between the Sultanate of Azadistan and the Prussian-Polish Commonwealth.

To: OstAfrika Kreuzer Geschwader(OAK-G, East Afrika Cruiser Squadron)
From: Kaiserliche Marine High Command
Prepare for operations against all Azadistani vessels and personnel; 2 regiments of naval infantry have been allotted to you, as well as a platoon of Fallschirmjaegers.

[Atkemri]

Atkemrian Diplomatic office

Encryption:DELTA
To all nations that are on the side of our Federation inculding the PPC
As we are planning a invasion we at the Federation of Atkemri find it important to rally our allies in this conflict to hasten the fall of the terrorist state Azadidtan. We already have a plan detailing the invasion and are amassing our forces at the Canary Islands. All nations are welcome to join and help fight the menace that is Azadistan.

[Aresin]

"Mr. President, we have received a leaked report that the Azadistan navy just surrendered."

"What do you mean by that? How many of their ships surrendered?"

"From what we can gather, all of them, Mr. President."

"Their entire navy surrendered? Prepare a force, I'm not waiting for Azadistan to give use a go ahead for patrols into their territory. We have 828 infantry, 42 mobile suits, and 150 tanks by their border right? Send them into Azadistan. Furthermore, I want to amp up the troop presence at the border. 10,000 regulars should deter anyone getting too close."

A large force reinforces the Aresinian troops already within Azadistan's borders, raising the number of troops there to 936 infantrymen, 51 mobile weapons, and 150 tanks. An 8 mile wide occupation zone is established.

[Atkemri]

"Mr. President, we have received a leaked report that the Azadistan navy just surrendered."

"What do you mean by that? How many of their ships surrendered?"

"From what we can gather, all of them, Mr. President."

"Their entire navy surrendered? Prepare a force, I'm not waiting for Azadistan to give use a go ahead for patrols into their territory. We have 828 infantry, 42 mobile suits, and 150 tanks by their border right? Send them into Azadistan. Furthermore, I want to amp up the troop presence at the border. 10,000 regulars should deter anyone getting too close."

A large force reinforces the Aresinian troops already within Azadistan's borders, raising the number of troops there to 936 infantrymen, 51 mobile weapons, and 150 tanks. An 8 mile wide occupation zone is established.

OOC:It wasn't the whole navy so this should be

[Democratic Exodian Territories]

Democratic Exodian Territories, Drarta Island
New Collective City, “Government Strip”
The Senate Dome stairway

“Ladies and gentlemen, all my Exodian friends: today was a day to be remembered in history.
A war is beginning to rage overseas, our people were under imminent duress- but it was a good day nonetheless.
Today, we saw new alliances beginning to grow, international friendship strengthened only more, and possibly one of the greatest military victories in history- a battle won with zero casualties on either side, as we enter this new war with a strong upper hand.
Today was a good day, was it not?

Let us first recognize the service of Admiral Quincy Helsen, our own Grandmaster of the Navy, who pulled a daring trick that now gives us the upper hand of intelligence, quantity, and pure power in the coming conflict, while securing the safety of the Exodian people. While definitely seeming a quite risky move at the beginning, putting our territory and citizens at risk, Admiral Helsen’s stratagem proved to be an extremely strong investment- in fact, should any aggression should have happened, no Exodian civilians would have been harmed regardless.

The Senate has voted unanimously in favor of the commemoration of his merit, and I, Governor William Shang, am honored to present to Admiral Helsen the Senatorial Medal of Honor, the Distinguished Naval Command Cross, the Territorial Security and National Security Distinguished Service Badges, and the Global Counterterrorism Expeditionary Medal.”

Governor Shang straightened his tie- a red one, under his fabric American-cut gray suit, and nodded his head in acknowledgment and respect as he took several medals of Exodia’s highest military decree in his hand, pinning them on a flushed Helsen’s dress whites- the brash conqueror and cunning strategist just a few hours earlier was now a humble boy again, as he barely kept composure as he saluted his leader. Senators from both parties, dressed in a mix of formal suits and gowns and business wear, clapped in appreciation. A sea of cameras flashed and a sea of microphones boomed, mirroring and echoing his speech across the world.

“Now, we turn to the business that is facing our good ally overseas- I encourage you to stay strong, President Wells, and I say the same to the Atkemrian people. We’ve struggled through all manners of thick and thin alongside each other in the past, and we certainly won’t stop now. Our blessings and wishes are with you. Stay safe, and God bless.”

Shang, now on his podium, turned toward a majority of the cameras, looking directly at them as he delivered the next few words- seemingly to stare the Azadistani government in the eyes. His boyish face had a look of both solidarity and defiance, a plucky rebelliousness likened to a youth calling out a school bully for a fight.

“I now speak directly to members of state-sponsored terrorists, of the gangs and mobs that plague the lives of sound people, as well as the corrupt, oppressive, and warmongering government of Azadistan. I want you to hear every word of this, Mr. Ahmed.
Exodia has had quite enough of your lies, your fraudulent schemes, and your threats to the security of the free world- as many other nations that are mobilizing now can say.

We are not afraid of your attempts to condemn us to the world, putting out savage bounties in the name of fraudulent arrest warrants.
We are not afraid of your attempts to slip terrorists, criminals, and violence-starters into the borders of free sovereign nations.
We will not be afraid of your attempts to thwart us as we begin to liberate your people.

You were the original aggressors. You are the ruthless imperialists.
We’re coming, and there’s nothing to stop us.

Now, to any Azadistani citizen who has had the God-given opportunity to see this, uncensored and unfiltered by the steel curtains of your government:

We are on your side. We’ll help your own revolution and restore power to you. Believe us, believe the truth- and our prayers and wishes are with you as well. Our God is your God, though we have different names for Him, and we, the nations of the free world, are His extension of power.

The Lord save us all, and may He grant I and my allies the ability to bring justice to those who need it.

Ladies and gentlemen, my Exodian friends, I say: duty calls, and I have confidence in you to answer it.
I’ll lead us to victory. I’m sure of it.”

With a shower of applause, he walked down the stairs, shaking hands.

TO: *^All nations on the side of Atkemri^*
FROM: Governor William Shang
ENCRYPTION: SCARLET

Count me in. You say you’ve already got a plan detailing an invasion? We’ll certainly bring more intelligence we can work with to the table with this detachment we intercepted.
Christ, even the Kekistanis want in- though they won’t be fighting, they’re friends of Exodia, and they’ll be giving us an intelligence and possibly a physical vantage point from their smaller colonies in Turkey.
We’ll be sending two carrier groups and one submarine group, as well as large-scale air support and some special units to join yours.

It should make sense that this development’s called Rising Storm, and our invasion plan Breaking Storm, isn’t that right? That’s what we’ve come up with.

Figuratively, of course, I’ll see you all at the Canaries. Literally, however, I’ll be sending a few top military officials to better plan with Atkemrian and Prussian-Polish generals, as well as any nation who sides with us, of course.

P.S.: Crassus, do me a favor and don’t pillage everything in sight once we reach Azadistan. I know we’re basically doing a Fifth Crusade, but that isn’t any reason to mistreat the local civilians.

OOC: I’m pretty sure it wasn’t their entire navy that surrendered to us, just around a tenth- but certainly an embarrassing amount.

[Aresin]

OOC: I’m pretty sure it wasn’t their entire navy that surrendered to us, just around a tenth- but certainly an embarrassing amount.

OOC:It wasn't the whole navy so this is void

OOC: Eh, whole navy, part of the navy, whatever. Point is we both know that Azadistan ain't going to stop an invasion any time soon.