START UP THE ROTORS!!! (Coup in Santo Cervantes)[IC]

[Santo Cervantes]

In 2014 Miguel Varadero won election in Santo Cervantes, upsetting the five-term running president at the time with a landslide victory of around 59% of the popular vote in an election which regional neighbors declared was rigged and rife with fraud & intimidation. Varadero and his Partido de la Reforma Social (PRS) promised economic reforms to "help the downtrodden", including raising taxes, price ceilings, drastically increase minimum wage and vowed to nationalize vital industry. Four years later and the economy of Santo Cervantes has dropped like a bird tied to an anvil, most of the wealthy fled the country and skilled professionals often quit their day jobs and went underground. A coup was attempted by the Policía Nacional to usher in the New Year in the early hours of January 1st, but it failed almost as soon as it it began when supporters of Varadero took to the streets and physically blocked police from converging and regrouping to arrest the president.

However, the final straw that broke the camel's back and would lead to Varadero's demise came when he, in a bid to both clear the prisons for all the police he was purging and put more leftist muscle on the streets, pardoned 480 former guerrillas from the short-lived rebel group Erjicito de Liberación Popular de Cervantes (ELPC). This not only pushed the military brass to the breaking point, but also led to the death of Martina Castillo, one of the few remaining members of the highly affluent Castillo Rum dynasty at the hands of a gang of raiders rumored to be organized by a released guerrilla. Her death incited rage in the already anti-Varadero Castillo family, and led them to begin making calls back home and abroad...

June 21st 2018; 4:47 AL-C
The elite 14^o Operaciones Brigada de Especiales is secretly moved from alert status to active status. All personal report to Campo de Aviación Matanzas.
4^o División Blindada is kept on training status. Several armored battalions move toward Ciudad Cumana on the basis of a training exercise in case of foreign terrorists attacking the capital.

6:09 AL-C
A battalion of the 4^o División Blindada enters and surrounds Aeropuerto Internacional
de Hugo Fernandinez. Air traffic continues as normal.

6:51 AL-C
Two battalions of the 4^o División Blindada post up on either side of the E1 highway entering and exiting Ciudad Cumana.

7:30 AL-C
Parlamento Nacional begins session as normal.
A bomb threat is called in for the town of Tranqueras on the border with Sao Escobar.

7:45 AL-C
Two battalions of 4^o División Blindada secure the government district of Ciudad Cumana. Tanks and infantry are sent to surround the Presidential Palace, the Parlamento Nacional building, and the headquarters of the PRS. Presidential security units at the palace are ordered to stand-down while the PRS self-defense militia are ordered to surrender.
Policía Nacional are called up to disperse the coup and assist the palace security and PRS self-defense militia.

8:24 AL-C
A stand-off ensues between armored units of the Erjicito Nacional and Policía Nacional supporting presidential security & PRS militia.

10:13 AL-C
Active units are redirected from several minor border crossings with Nueva Aragua and sent to the border with Sao Escobar in response to the bomb threat.
The 1^o División de Infantería and 9^o División de Infantería are called into active status.

11:00 AL-C
President Varadero goes on TV from the presidential palace declaring that he is still in charge of the country, and that the traitors in the military will be punished. The stand-off continues outside, while air traffic is shut down from Aeropuerto Internacional de Hugo Fernandinez.

11:57 AL-C
Airborne units of the 14^o Operaciones Brigada de Especiales attack a small village enclave 18km west of Santa Cruz.
The stand-off in the capital continues.

14:00 AL-C
An unnamed spokesperson on the Erjicito Nacional writes on social media that (former Comandante) Carlos "El Alimañas" Jimenez and PRS Chairman Jose de la Flores have apprehended and taken into custody.

14:38 AL-C
"Los Rojos" Fighter squadron refuses to stand down for the coup. Six A-4KU jets are launched and vector towards an unknown support aircraft over the southern coast of the country.

15:05 AL-C
The stand-off is broken when the 4^o División Blindada open fire on the PRS headquarters and begin to lay siege to the presidential palace.

15:24 AL-C
Two A-4KU of "Los Rojos" are shot down by one or more unknown sources near the town of Puerto Branco. "Los Amarillos" squadron are called into to support, but remain grounded in compliance with the coup. "Los Rojos" breaks off and retreats.

16:51 AL-C
The 1^o División de Infantería moves to secure the central-southern city of Santa Cruz, while the 9^o División de Infantería moves to capture the southern coastal city of Puerto Rosario.
Policía Nacional units around the PSR headquarters and Parlamento Nacional begin defecting, deserting and abandoning their posts. Tanks begin firing shells into the PSR headquarters, while soldiers deploy mortars to clear the courtyard and rooftop.

18:17 AL-C
Erjicito Nacional proclaim the Parlamento Nacional building under their control, and "all traitors" in their custody.

20:49 AL-C
The army storms the PSR headquarters. Non-essential staff (janitors, interns, IT, etc.) are temporarily detained. Essential staff are detained permanently.

23:35 AL-C
A firefight begins at a remote border outpost with Sao Escobar between Erjicito Nacional units and PSR militia joined by former ELPC guerrillas attempting to flee the country.

1:20 AL-C
Erjicito Nacional reinforcements arrive, effectively encircling the fleeing leftists. The firefight intensifies.

3:46 AL-C
Infantry of the 4^o División Blindada launch the final assault on the interior of the presidential palace.

6:12 AL-C
Soldiers emerge from the palace carrying the corpse of Presidente Miguel Varadero. Cause of death, whether suicide or KIA remains unknown. The flag of Erjicito Nacional is raised over the palace, while the flag of Santo Cervantes is flown at half-mast at sunrise.

7:00 AL-C
General Oswaldo Moura gives a speech to the nation, declaring Erjicito Nacional in a "power-sharing agreement" with the country's intelligence service and "private interests".

8:01 AL-C
The first reports of the previous night's engagement pour in from the border. Over 250 PSR militia, former ELPC guerrillas and other leftist forces were killed in the engagement with another 80 or so captured, with only three dozen total causalities on suffered by Erjcito Nacional in what is now being called "the Massacre of Catamanca".

Generalissimo Oswaldo Moura addresses the nation:

"(In Spanish) Brothers and Sisters of Santo Cervantes. This morning brings a new awakening for our great country which has been mired in the filth and corruption which we once fought so hard to eradicate. These last four years we watched as the economy we worked so hard to build up came crashing down with the policies of neo-soviet children, we watched as the drug cartels we fought so hard to dethrone come creeping back into our society, we watched as the communist putos who battled so hard - losing fathers, brothers, sons to destroy - simply pardoned and let back onto the streets to rape and murder. These last four years have taken us back twenty years - now those are years which must be pried back from the hands of those who stole them from us. Well my brothers and sisters, the only thing the leftist putos understand and care to give us is death and suffering; so for the betterment of Santo Cervantes I say we give them death and suffering in return!
VIVA CERVANTES! "

[Free Thouthen]

When one looked at Daniel Kahsai Siyoum, one could not have expected this short, gently looking man to hae been one of the most bloodthirsty dictators of the twenty - first century, comparable only to such figures like Idi Amin Dada or Suharto. The "Great Equalizer" as he was known by the title he had assumed, was relatively short - measuring only one hundred and sixty centimeters in his height. Often this condition had produced unease for the famed dictator, as when he visited a certain country, it's leader put tallest soldiers he could have assembled into the honor guard, forcing the "Great Equalizer" to constantly look up, making him feel shadowed like a stone under a cedar. His skin was brown like a chocolate - evidence of his mixed heritage. The man himself had a tall, sleek face and short, curly hair with a pair of small, deeply set eyes, which if were not eternally filled with mailce and hatred, could have been called beautiful. It seemed almost impossible that such a kind-looking man hid such vice inside his soul; but looks could have been deceiving. Daniel Siyoum rose all the way down - from a child prostitute serving powerful men in the gutter, through a criminal, to a powerful businessman and then politician. Mixed heritage made him a perfect poster boy for "diversity" and that is why a group of oligarchs who constituted the real rulers of Thouthenian Democratic Party (sole legal political party aside from Thoutenian Minorities Party, Thouthenian Socialist Party and Thoutenian Libertarian Party, all of which were facades for the TDP).

He stepped on a podium, watching the endless crowd, more or less willingly assembled to witness his speech during the Democratic Popular Convention, an annual event held TDP's leadership. The common people were pests in the eyes of dictator; merely another problem he had to deal with, as he did not rise from the gutter all the way up to bother himself with popular opinion. Thus, taking lessons from what ultimately killed USSR and other dictatorial state,s Daniel implemented an entire new brand of policies. He did not fully nationalize economy, but rather pursue the corporatist dream; demolishing any business of the middle class, but keeping the major corporations in hands of his cronies, and foreign ones well bribed to keep silent and enjoy cheap labour force he provided them with. He did not outright ban religion, but rather announced a policy of mandatory ecumenism with protection not applying to traditionalist candidates of Abrahamic religions. New Age supporters daily lecutred on universities and led "interfaith dialogues" with public support, and in his dreams Siyoum slowly planned introduction of Cult of Mother Earth as a new eco-religion once last bastions of the Church have been extinguished. He slowly begun stripping all the peoples in his country of their ethnic and religious heritage; first bombarding the country with uncontrolled immigration and instituting "mandatory race mixing" first to destroy the white majority, and then go after the blacks Asians until a new people with no past to refer to have been created; a group history of which he will write himself. For once Christianity died, he, in truly Nietzchean fashion, intended to implement new moral order himself; and God have mercy on all who opposed his dream go create a new human utopia, all that stand in his way be damned.

He stepped on the podium and looked at the dark, gloomy streets of Augustholm, the capital of the Free State of Thouthen. Once a marvel of Ghotic architecture, the streets of Augstholm have been reduced to a sad place where various ethnic groups always quarrelled with each other despite the Supreme Equalizer's claims that the new policy of "Mandatory Diversity" worked perfectly. Those who remained in that hell on Earth lived a simple life full of consumptionism and hedonism - the state made sure that all emotions and higher things were gone. Goal of all people under Supreme Equalized's rule was to be only fulfillment of basic needs - aside from serving the TDP, that is...

"My honored people!" he begun his speech, only to be overshouted by a wave of cheers. By well trained motion, the crowds assembled themselves, making the "Progressive Salute".

"ALL HAIL SUPREME EQUALIZER! EQUALITY IS THE BEGINNING! EQUALITY IS THE END!" wave of cheers erupted from the crows, which knew that the first one to go silent will loose his job and visit one of infamous Mental Health Caps; thus all kept going until the Great Equalized signaled them to stop. After a while, the dictator got bored and signaled the crowd to cease.

"My honored people!" continued Siyoum "Long have I fulfilled the honored post of guardian of our democracy! Standing side by side, we worked together to realized Francis Fukuyama's vision of a society that is absolutely equal. Said great thinker had proven that liberal democracy as the one we are living in now is a historical inevitability. Those who oppose the main process of the history are fascists, racists and bigots and deserve to be nothing else but washed away by the coming flood of progress! "

Another wave of cheers erupted from the crowd:

"I have long pursued programs to increase diversity of our nation and ensure social justice!" shouted the dictator in an emotional tone "I established welfare net that transformed the wealth of the rich to you! I established a policy of a positive affirmative action for oppressed minorities. I have set a state that, like omnipowerful father, always takes care for it's citizens. It helps us transform our country in a paradise - one where soon wealth divisions will be abolished, races will be abolished, all divisions will be abolished and all will live in harmony with Mother Earth!"

He rose his fists into the air.

"By there are those who refuse to become part of that vision! There are those who, instead of the omnipowerful state that cares for them, want to be cared about by God that is invisible! There are those who still hold view that white race is superior to all others and should not pay the price for slavery and centuries of harm it had inflicted on others! There are those who believe that women are different than men should not fulfill the same functions! There are those who immigrated here, and refused to reject their barbaric religious believes in the name of diversity and tolerance! To such of you I say, you shall be punished for obstruction of human progress!"

The speech was, as of now, making quite an impression on the crowd, even if most of it was obviously faked:

"That is why we will have to strike their nests abroad - and an opportunity had just presented itself!" shouted the current head of state "In a Latin American country, a popular and well supported government of the people by the people was overthrown by militaristic fascists backed by the church and descendants of slave - owning conquistadors! They seek to sell the country to foreign corporations and impose white supremacy on a diverse land! Human rights are theratened and minorities are in peril. Shall we stand idly as a next Hitler rises to power!? "

"NOOOOOOOOOO!" shouted the assembled citizens!

"I am glad that you agree! Thus, I, Daniel Khasai Siyoum, the Great Equalizer, Protector of the Minorities, Greatest Friend of the Gay, Lesbian, Transvestite, Queer, Woman, Child, Immigrant and Black, One who makes the working class equal, announce the following. You, oh Oswaldo Moura, are an enemy of the democracy and a major operation shall be launched under Thouthenian leadership to Bring Democracy, Human Rights, LGBT Rights and social welfare to your country. You will not be allowed, by the global community, to oppress people as you wish. If you step down now and call for an election under Thouthenian observation, you may yet save your life. To show you that we are serious, our only carrier group shall be deployed to La America Libre, to teach all the tinpot dictators like yourself the true freedom! HAIL EQUALITY!"

"ALL HAIL SUPREME EQUALIZER! EQUALITY IS THE BEGINNING! EQUALITY IS THE END!" shouted the assembled people, at least officially full of joy. Yet under masks of support for the regime, there was uncertainity; the dictator was pushing them into a war against a foreign state, one they had no idea about it's future...

[Free Thouthen]

Admiral Elizaboth Wormberg, the first female admiral put into the office by Siyoum's administration, smilled as she stood upon a large podium. In front of her, a crowd of sailors had assembled, ready to listen to her speech before they embarked on a grand journey to overthrow what their leadership called a "sexist regime of the racist white male". When one looked at her, she could not have been described as attractive; her hands bulky like in a strongman, belly large and visible, face square - like and full of wrinkles, hair short raven - dark which, when coupled together, had made her look like a witch from the children's fairy tales. Except, that this time it was no tale, and this monstrosity was about to be unleashed on a certain nation.

"My dear soldiers, sailors and airmen!" she shouted in what sounded more like screeching than human voice "Today is a great day! Today our force shall embark on a grand mission to topple a racist regime being organized by the white male in Santo Cervantes, and in this glorious mission, we shall not fail!"

She paused, looking at the gathered men. Deep in her heart, she detested them all - ever since her lover and husband had left her broke raping her beforehand, she could have never looked at a man again. Thus, according to the ancient wisdom that evil breeds evil, bad traits of her former husband transferred on her alongside the harm.

"The evil white male thinks that he had won! He thinks that because he is the most privileged caste, the world is in his grasp! " she started reciting a speech she wrote four hours earlier "Look, my dear soldiers, at our cowardly foe! Moura had not a single intention to seek change peacefully, but like all fascists, resorted to violence - and that is because violence is inherent characteristic of every white male that had not been taught virtues of our glorious society! The white men shall never let us be free, never will see us as equal! Thus, we will have to face them! I am calling every member of an oppressing minority, the black, the immigrant, the woman, the gay! Thus, we shall unite against him and topple him down!"

She rose her fist into air:

"Onward, oh oppressed! Now, do you have any questions about evil nature of our foe, and why Supreme Equalizer ordered his pacification!?"

"Excuse me, Madame Admiral?" said Commodore Eduard Ooghaze an enormous black skinned man standing next to her, currently being her chief of staff and the only officer in this operation to show any kind of real tallent. An Immigrant from Yughanna that filled "naval officer" in his job, was in fact, a former pirate that took many commercial ships hostage and held them for months. Still, due to the lack of officers caused by endless purges perpetuated by "The Supreme Equalizer", Thouthenian Navy accepted everyone who had even basic skills. The man, aside from his skills, had almost no discipline and loved to drink "But what is, how you said it, a "gay"? We do not have it where I come from..."

Words could not have described Admiral Elizaboth's face.

"YOU!!!!! You..." her face turned into blood of red like the soviet flag "YOUU FASCIST! YOU, RACIST SEXIST MYSOGONIST HOMOPHOBE TRANSPHOBE! How dare you, how dare you deny existence of an entire group of people that makes 25% of your country's population! Grab him, everyone!"

Not wanting to land into a "mental health camp" where various offenders against the system were "rehabilitated" (and usually never seen nor heard of again) themselves and recognizing what the government would classify as "hate speech" - all the men launched themselves at Commodore Oooghaze. It took few seconds of tiresome struggle to pin him down, as the former pirate was a mountain of muscles forged into the fires of African conflict.

"Get off me you traitors!" he shouted as he struggled "I will eat your brains and feast on your hearts for this treason!"

"Take him to the Military Hate Crimes Bureau! They will know what to do with him..." Elizaboth still fumed with anger like an old train "Ugh... I need to rest. Members of my staff are to meet me at 1700 hours for issuing an OPORD. You are dismissed. "

Everyone saluted her and left to their own tasks. Few hours later, Carrier Group "Tolerance" had left the port, ready to spread progress world wide.

ORBAT: Carrier Group "Tolerance"
- 1x Over the Rainbow class CVN with 18x British Aerospace Harrier II, 6x Sikorsky Sea King SH-3H, 4x Agusta AB-212 and 3x Sikorsky SH-3 AEW.
- 5x "Diversity" class FFG
- 2x "Social Justice" class SSN
- 1x Axillary Replenishment Oiler "Multiculturalism"

[Santo Cervantes]

Attention all Gracious and Empowered Nations of the Free World

From Generalissimo Oswaldo Jorge Moura de la Puente, Righteous Protector of Santo Cervantes

It is my greatest shame and displeasure to announce that I must ask all willing and righteous nations for assistance in our hour of darkness. We have struck a major blow against the forces of leftism and its toxic side-effects, but just as a burn does not heal as soon is it is removed from the heat, a nation does not heal as soon as socialism is ended. Failed economic policies have left us with devastating shortages of food and other basic necessities, such as toilet paper and clean water. While my government is taking the steps necessary to fix these travesties of basic management, the effects of these changes will happen over time while the stomachs of our people cannot wait that long. I must humbly request for any aid, be it food or monetary, to help satiate the basic needs of the citizens of Santo Cervantes. If you should take it upon yourselves to help us help ourselves, then I can promise on my word as the leader of this great nation that your investment in our developing country will not go upaid. Muchos gracias, and God bless!

Valparaiso

Several thousand lightly armed protesters in the mountain city take to the streets to express their rage and disapproval of the coup. The city is built largely upon the mining industry from the surrounding hillsides, and many of the urban poor here belong to various industrial and manufacturing unions. Local police are too terrified of the mob to act, and many refuse the order to go into work at all, instead cowering in their homes. A small contingent of Policía Nacional officers are dispatched to quell the riots; however, due to the internal division in the national police forces they are unable to respond in force or with much planning & coordination. Several police officers are killed or badly wounded by the mobs chanting resistance and calling for the arrest of Generalissimo Moura and his conspirators.


#Resist Protesters gang up and beat down two Policía Nacional officers.

Southeastern Tri-Border Region

Erjicito Nacional forces begin moving into the jungle and rural outreaches of the Tri-Border region of Santo Cervantes between Nueva Aragua and Sao Escobar. PRS loyalists with ELPC holdouts and former guerrillas are joining with local drug cartel outfits to turn the jungles into no-go zones for the new regime in the hopes that they can create open spaces with freedom of movement to allow for foreign volunteers to amass and help return Santo Cervantes to leftist rule. Generalissimo Oswaldo Moura leads his men from the front lines, sleeping in a tent and cooking meals with the enlisted ranks to raise morale in the operation to rid the countryside of leftist scum.

With Moura out of the way fighting in the jungle, Jorge Sepulveda, head of Dirección de Inteligencia Especial Santo Cervantes (DIESC) is effectively in charge of the developed north-center coastal region of the country; and free to wage a dirty war against leftist non-combatant assets. DIESC operatives begin making arrests of heavily active PRS party members and donors, while a list of Varadero's many crimes is being prepared to be made public. Many of the arrested are taken to a large Futbol stadium for keeping. DIESC is also looking for former Vice-President Carlos Jiminez; however, current evidence suggests he has already fled the country before they could get ahold of him.

[McNernia]

The Call of Freedom
MRAF Leeford-Alderhill
South Central Mcnernia

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How do you save a nation, that was clear as the news came out about the humanitarian travesty that was gripping the little state of Santo Cerevantes, the Mcnernians were obliged to respond under the Santiago Treaty. And so, the Mcnernian Royal Air Force took the lead. Prepositioned supply vessels could be rerouted to the area to deliver several weeks’ worth of supplies but the fact was that the supplies could be considered an urgent thing. Therefore, there was something to be said for the airlift capacity of the Mcnernians to airlift entire armies in a great cloud of airplanes and drop paratroopers onto the enemy.
At Leeford Alderhill it began in the pre-dawn darkness, the flood lights were on the ramp as the first of the C-10 Minotaurs were wheeled out to be checked over. A small jet arrived from the capitol carrying Prince Andrew the son of King Emilion, he looked impassively from the window of his aircraft as it taxied towards the waiting transports on the ramp as some were being brought out for final preparations.
“Impressive.” He said, hardly more than a boy one could say but he was a Prince and a brilliant minded man who cared deeply about what was going on in the world. He looked at the beasts.

“You intend to see them off?” Asked his Aide, the woman looked at the prince from across the cabin. She was pretty and rumored to be the lover of the Prince due to the time that they spent together but the Prince had not much interest in women at this time in his life.
“Yes, Ill see these C-10s on the commencement of the airlift that will set a small nation free from the grip of Socialism.”

Andrew looked at the planes in the window and the people that were working on them. “Its all perhaps, I don’t know…prelude to war, the military needs to sink its teeth into an easy victory, this airlift will set off the socialists and then we shall have to intervene militarily.”

The plane came to a stop soon enough and the stairs were roled over to the plane. Andrew disembarked, his bodyguards were at his side as he walked onto the Tarmac in the shadow of giants. Many of the pilots called up were Reservists, their terms of service involving monthly training and the use of these big airplanes in support of the military deployments all over the world. And as such they would be used in this endevour. The prince came among the pilots and they were happy to meet him. He would wish them a good mission, the supplies arrived quicker than he had originally thought. The prince looking from the conversation he was having to the waiting air Force trucks as they began to arrive through the gates to the aircraft that awaited with doors open for the supplies. “Well Ill just stand back and leave you to your work.”
The supplies were many tons, hundreds of tons of basic necessities keeping the nation of Santo Cerevantes awake. Keeping the people fed would be the first priority and the clock was running. All until dawn the transports would be coming. Andrew watched from the control tower.

“This has not been done really in our lifetimes, prepositioned supply vessels are on the way Your Highness but this will get there faster and help the people.” The commandant of the base looked at the side of the prince from the general officers roost, the room at the top of the tower above the decks that were keeping the airbase operating.

C-10s could carry immense amounts of supplies and the supplies that were delivered had been requisitioned by the Air Force and the Army with checks payed by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. Civilian truckloads were quite common as the convoys began to arrive. It had been going on over several days, officers in uniform would arrive at a certain place and they would buy up the supplies, canned food, and dried noodles, also the Armed Forces had been always stockpiling supplies and the Mcnernians moved the supplies to the waiting aircraft. It would be some 50 C-10 Minoataurs activated as part of a reserve and active airlift pool, the big birds were quite impressive. A radio was brought for the prince, so he could address the crews.

“Now hear this. You are some of the finest pilots Ive had the honor of meeting at this desperate hour for a small nation in the time of trial. Mcnernia will answer, you are some of the best in the business and now its time for you to show to the world that the air force will always come through for the nation and the world.” He paused.
“Good luck and godspeed.”

The transports were loaded as dawn was breaking and the prince looked at the rising sun. Over the mountains of the valleys, the distant mountains that formed the heart of Mcnernia. The city of Leeford Alderhill was waking up and it being a military base of renown as well as size the Mcnernians were used to the mass launch of airplanes from the station. One by one, slowly into the air they would rise from the runway their mighty turbofans roaring out a song of defiance as the war was declared in effect. Combat against the might of Communism would see the destruction of them one day but now it was not with lead and paratroopers from the skies. Now it would be with the use of mighty airplanes delivering supplies.

TOSanto Cerevantes Foreign Affairs
FROM:HM Foreign Ministry
SEC:MOST SECRET-EYES ONLY-MOST SECRET
SUB:Aid
CC:

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Greetings
Due to your request for aid in the face of the violation of your nation by the leftists who ruled you we have dispatched 50 C-10 Minotaurs for the deployment of aid to your country. We hope you find it well.

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St Michael Islands

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The St Michaels were very hot in the summer time, as a place that was on the edge of the Cuscatlani- and Inyurstyan dominated areas the Mcnernian outpost was one of the few places perhaps that you could hear English or perhaps Gaelic spoken among the population as the area was full of Spanish and such. The Mcnernians were on good enough terms with the rest of SACTO in the immediate area to ensure that the St Michaels which were full of Tourist resorts did not become a battlefield. The colonial architecture was there in the city streets of the St Michaels largest city and the Colonial capital. The city of Kingsport was a very large one. And HMNB Kingsport was abuzz with activity.
“Admiral we have a deployment order?” The Vice Admiral walked down the hall, light carrier groups posted at the outer edge of the empire had the command of a flag officer of lesser degree. It was seniority for command, full carrier groups which were fleets in a way, with the Lysander sent north to Polaria for exercises with the local forces the Mcnernians had a lot of things going on.
Now a Vice Admiral was leading her carrier group out on extended deployment.

“As it says, so it is, we have a possible hostile nation bearing down on the fair nation of Santo Cervantes, and the task is to set up a blockade line, if you have a problem im sure the locals will understand if the Commies bomb them.”

Vice Admiral Lana MacCurran looked at the man who was the commander of the Carribean fleet. The daughter of a Earl Palatine she had joined the Academy and gone through the ranks of the Navy due to her status as, she did not mention the I-word, it was not intersex, it was something else, it was of a more feminine thing. Infertility, among many of the traditionally minded Northern families. The women were to deal information rather than donning a uniform and fighting when among the upper classes. She had been cursed or perhaps blessed and was now on the warpath. The SIS had sent word to the Navy that one of the numerous leftist states in the world had taken note of the little nation of Santo Cerevantes. The overpass of a satellite after Mcnernian communications intelligence had picked up on the increase in chatter.
Now the task fell in MacCurrans lap.
“They must have an Air Force and a Navy.” A statement of fact, a Navy of some size perhaps maybe it would be enough to deter the bastards. After all a nuclear powered carrier could be bested by a submarine. A small diesel boat getting up ther in years could slip through a perimeter.” The Admiral looked over at her, he was the commander of the Carribean Fleet. That guarded the approaches to the region against all comers.
“Maybe, maybe not…” He paused ‘Godspeed, youll do well on this one.”

The ships loomed over the various docks that dotted the bay, it was partially artificial, and the result of the times when the nation did not have so much war hanging over its head. MacCurran looked at her flagship. The mighty little carrier was Mcnernian built, a A91 like the larger A90s that commanded the battlefleets making a show all around the world. And so she set to the duty that she had been handed looking over the report that was coming in. Evidently the fleet in question was small. A name in the underground circles of the left as possibility where they might get some aid against the pseudo-liberal government that was running the country and wanting to turn right at the first stop. An intelligence report.
“The young these days captian…what we would do without them.”

“Ma,am?” the aide de camp asked, both of them being products of the Civil war as much as the system. They had been involved in the coup against the previous government. In the islands. Now they were going out for the battle ahead. Exiting the car.
“The young Captian.” Said MacCurran looking at the man as they exited the car that had delivered them here.
“What would we do without them?”

The fleet set off as the sun was going down, the ships assembling in the mouth of the harbor in a lose parade formation as the sailors manned the rails saluting the city behind them. Past the outer islands they would go and there the striking force would arrive. Helicopters arrived first and then the planes would come down onto the deck.
They were relatively few but more than enough to defend the carrier against whatever threats were waiting out there. The big Illusions landed first, the carrier deck crew scurried like rats around each of them as its wings were folded and it was brought aboard. Then the F-29s landed the STOVL fighters appeared almost black against the Caribbean night.

The next morning would see the loading aboard of all the ordinance. This would be a war deployment one way or the other.