Flame and Steel RP [IC] [Closed]

[The World Capitalist Confederation]

Baltic Sea
"We will not end the blockade." the admiral said, in a stiff voice. "Please contact Westminster directly if you have any concerns. Thank you. If you continue confronting us, we will have no choice but to declare this an act of war." the admiral replied, clearly knowing what the words blockade meant. He moved his ships, ready for battle, as the submarines had sunk deeper, ready to fight. More reinforcements would be sent from the homeland, knowing this:

1: McGrovester-Class Aircraft Carrier (250 aircraft, with 200 fighters and 50 bombers)
8: Newark-Class Heavy Cruisers
10: Montgomery-Class Light Cruisers
14: Edinburgh-Class Destroyers
6: Hybrid Patrol Ship/Cruiser (York-Class, is mostly equipped with anti-submarine charges)
20: Augustine-Class Anti-Naval Submarine
10: Minelayers

[Port Ember]

Republic of Port Ember - Port Ember Megalopolis - Captain's Villa (Official Presidential Residence

(SIC)

President Edward Flint, Minister of Defence Jan Breytenbach and Director National Intelligence Agency Arthur Fraser was having a heated discussion in the president's personal office (which is secure and checked for bugs)

President Flint: "I'm seriously concerned regarding our relations with The Chuck. They just went Defcon 1.. without bothering to inform us regarding the situation. They have stopped sharing Intel with us a while back now, and a while back Walter tested me by refusing to cooperate on the Ukraniumstan matter. And best of all this rumours of Chuck supplying arms to Kyavan? Bollocks."

Minister Breytenbach: "Boss, I doubt that they will ever turn against us directly.. but I agree that they are no longer seeing us as the methaphorical Big Brother. Walter has forgotten the extent of our influence and military power. I honestly don't have an awnser for this.."

Director Fraser: " Boss I need eyes in Chuck. You have kept us blinded by your blind loyalty. They obviously do not share your loyalty sir. Please allow me to deploy a network there. The arms rumours is a massive concern. Not to mention their defcon stage with war prep taking place, and not a word from them.."

President Flint: "This pains me Director! It really does. But I agree. Circumstances have forced me to look out for our interests first.. fine deploy a network.."

Minister Breytenbach : "Can we start mobilising sir? Like I know Kyavan they might actually go through with nuclear war..'

President Flint: "No! Absolutely not. I am willing to go to war for them.. but Walter needs to remember who runs this damm alliance. Let him first realise and remember who is the big dog here.."

[The Chuck]

Republic of Port Ember - Port Ember Megalopolis - Captain's Villa (Official Presidential Residence)

A courier appears at the front gate with a letter in hand for President Flint.

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To: President Edward Flint
From: President Walter Sobchak
Encryption: Top Secret - Hand Delivered
Subject: My plans

Edward,

Let me first off apologize for the delayed letter. I had to make sure no one knew of this and as such I had it dispatched via trusted courier. It obviously will take some time to get to you and as such I pray nothing brash has been done in the meantime. When you get this letter, please call me and mention the phrase, "The winds of prosperity flow forever." This will allow me know that this letter reached you safely.

Secondly, we were unable to inform you sooner of our plans due to the severity of the Kaiser's threat. To threaten myself is understandable but to threaten my people is out of line. As such I was forced to quickly and rapidly respond to his boisterous threats. We are now mobilizing but by no means do we want war. We will avoid it at all costs and will seek alternatives unless our arms are forced. In the words of an old proverb of ours, "Best to have a gun and not need it than to not have a gun and need it." This is why we have started to mobilize. If you have any questions or concerns, you know how to reach me.

[Ukraniumstan]

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From:The Commonwealth of Ukraniumstan
To: The Republic of Jasonville
Encryption: HIGHEST

OFFICAL LETTER FROM THE VERHOVNAYA RADA

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Dear Prime Minister

Greetings Prime Minister. I am sorry, but I am not writing this message for old times sake or for pleasant chatter. This is a message about the rather aggressive neighbor to your south, the Dominion.

Twice they have come near Port Arthur with warships without requesting access. This is a clear violation of international maritime laws, and our radars have picked up that their ships are trespassing on your territory as well.

We request a naval treaty, so that we may station our navy in your territory. In return, we will give you harbors in Western Harbor for trade and commerce between our nations.

Thank you for your time.
Heroyam Slava!

SIGNED
Hetman Petro Skoropadsky
The Commonwealth of Ukraniumstan

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Meanwhile, 5 miles from Hamburg

The UMSD had separated from the main army, which was currently rooting out resistance across the Polish region. Dr. Sakharov had been watching the British blockade from the distance, noting the heavy composition of carrier-based aircraft. He then looked back at the Saspan missile system, which had its missile aimed straight at the blockade. This weapon was several times larger than the one fired at Jadotgrad and carried a much larger charge. Suddenly, the phone in his pocket rang. It was Admiral Tymoshenko.

"This is Tymoshenko. Our fleet is currently in the harbor, but the blockade is preventing us from moving around. As far as we can tell, the Kyavan navy is still a good distance away."

"May I speak to Dr. Markov?"

"Very well." The line went quiet for a minute until another voice came on. "Yes, sir?"

"I brought the NEMP. There will be a message sent to the blockade with all of the normal warning procedures, but I have a good feeling they will not respond"

"And if they do not?"

"Then we will use the NEMP. Tell the Admiral to prepare his fighters for mop-up operations."

"I understand."

Message to the British Naval squadron blockading Kyavan(open channel)

Attention British Naval Squadron

You are currently engaging in illegal maritime activities on the coast of Kyavan. If you do not immediately withdraw, your fleet will suffer.

If you wish to discuss trade embargos and sanctions, please do so in a diplomatic manner with the Kyavan government.

You have 4 hours to comply

Message to Kyavan High Command

From: General Brushilov, Commonwealth Cheif of Staff
To: Kaiser Fredrick

Congratulations on your swift recovery, Mien Kaiser. Our forces have been successful in rooting out many separatist holdouts in Poland and Lithuania. Our forces are now regrouping and preparing to move east to join up with your defense.

Our radars in Port Arthur have detected massive movement in the Dominion navy. It is most likely their troops are beginning to move. At this time, we can only provide information, as the Vostok fleet is ill-prepared to deal with a force of this size.

However, in regards to the British blockade, we may be able to solve that problem. I am sorry, but I can provide no more details at this time. Our Black Sea squadron has already arrived in Hamburg, and await your Our heads of state will discuss it with you when the war is over.

The situation on our southern borders has calmed down, but there will no doubt be another round of revolts. Out troops have it under control at the moment.

In the meantime, congratulations on the victory in the civil war. We will help in reparations for the cities and towns that were damaged in the war.

Long Live the Iron Entente!

[Jasonvillee]

(Image)

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From:The Commonwealth of Ukraniumstan
To: The Republic of Jasonville
Encryption: HIGHEST

OFFICAL LETTER FROM THE VERHOVNAYA RADA

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Dear Prime Minister

Greetings Prime Minister. I am sorry, but I am not writing this message for old times sake or for pleasant chatter. This is a message about the rather aggressive neighbor to your south, the Dominion.

Twice they have come near Port Arthur with warships without requesting access. This is a clear violation of international maritime laws, and our radars have picked up that their ships are trespassing on your territory as well.

We request a naval treaty, so that we may station our navy in your territory. In return, we will give you harbors in Western Harbor for trade and commerce between our nations.

Thank you for your time.
Heroyam Slava!

SIGNED
Hetman Petro Skoropadsky
The Commonwealth of Ukraniumstan

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From:The Confederacy(or soon to be Federation) of Jasonville
To: The Commonwealth of Ukraniumstan
Encryption: HIGHEST

I am sorry, but my people and I have declared a policy of neutrality just 10 hours ago. The Council of the Jasonville People(Jasonville Parliament) have voted to be neutral on such matters.

But! I have requested again to the Council, to allow some ships. They agreed, as we do need to trade and those Western Harbors will help us in trade.

So we have allowed only 7 of your ships on our waters. Thank you for understanding, you will not be able to have naval superiority, but our people are cautious these days.

Thank you.

-Prime Minister Jason

[The Chuck]

The Chuck - Charles Rock - Presidential Palace

The Cabinet and Walter were in a heated argument concerning whether to attend the second conference in Jadotgrad. Most of the cabinet were wholly against Walter attending while he himself felt it was a good idea to attend to show he was still willing to cooperate. Unfortunately for the cabinet there wasn't much changing his mind on this issue. However they were able to convince him to take precautions. For the first time in nearly 20 years, he would travel with a contingent of guards and the nuclear launch codes would be given to Caldwell McAllister III. Once the meeting was over a second letter was drafted.

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To: Kaiser Friedrick
From: President Walter Sobchak
Encryption: High
Subject: Attendance of the 2nd Conference of Jagotgrad

Presidential Correspondence

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Kaiser Friedrick,

As a sign of good faith I will attend the second conference of Jagotgrad. However, I will be bringing a squad of Marine Guards and the previous stated Defense Readiness Condition still stands. If any shenanigans occur at this talk, my government has full control over retaliation with everything at our disposal. I truly do hope that nothing comes of it and that we are able to reach peace however.

[Port Ember]

Dorenburg: Kyavani Countryside
12:00 AM

Captain Jason Stauler was conducting recon from a safe distance on the compound where his men were being held. He stayed completely silent and invissible - observing every detail he could observe. He paid specitic attention to security infrastructure, troop stregnth levels, guard schedules, vehicles present and such. After getting what he needed, he slipped away to a rural village safehouse.. he had a certain "friend" to meet..

[Pilipinas and Malaya]

Manila, Pilipinas and Malaya

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Back in High Command, the PM was joined by the cabinet, DPM and key members of Parliament.

“The situation happening in Kyavan is truly none of our concern, yet the aggressor is just south of our borders.” Commander Lumawig stated.

“ We need to prepare for any imminent attack from the Dominion, which is quite hostile.” Commander Lumawig continued.

“Let us prepare 60,000 troops to be sent to Malaysia. Defense and preparation is our top priority here. We must rush our military projects there. Prepare the navy stationed in Singapore and the Air Force in Johor. Now for us we must make plans.” PM Soliman ordered.

Everyone quickly got to work right after.

[Kyavan]

Eastern Kyavani Coastline: 0500

Lord Admiral Sergei Zukov stood at the prow of the massive battle ship Serenity. He along with perhaps the greatest fleet know to man with a total of 112 warships have come to put an end to the Dominion's naval supremacy in Kyavani waters. Zukov was tired of waiting, it had taken months to assemble the fleet. Many of them had ID tags in a dialect of Kyavani that he had never hear of. The centerpiece of the fleet and Zukov's pride and joy was the august-class battleship Serenity was a frightening machine of death. With a 160mm battle cannon at its center and several smaller caliber cannon's scattered across the deck. A crew of nearly 3000 sailors and marines crew the vessel. Equipped with prototype boarding Helicopters, the ship is fully capable of capturing other vessels. Its sister warship the Reverence was a massive aircraft carrier holding nearly 80 naval fighters ready to blow the opposition to hell. ONE HOUR TO CONTACT came the alarm. Sighing, Zukov started his walk to the bridge. It was going to be a long day...

Site of the Blockade: 0700

As the British denial to end the blockade was confirmed, Kyavani bunkers across the coastline were ordered to prepare to fire. What remained of Kyavan's satellite system picked up on enemy reinforcements; they would have to work quickly. The men tensed at their posts, the order to fire had still not been given. Then, a single boom as one of the cannons opened fire hitting an enemy destroyer dead center. Soon cannons were firing all across the line, turning the location of the blockade into a kill-zone. Seeing this, the guns of HDF-D also opened fire upon the far smaller fleet. Any orders to stop the barrage were drowned out by it. The fleet continued to pound the blockade far into the afternoon where they finally stopped to see what was left...

OOC: *mic drop*

[Port Ember]

EMERGENCY BROADCAST - PORT EMBER BROADCASTING COMMISSION (PEBC)

All Television channels and Radio Stations switches ocer to a live broadcast from the President of The Republic of Port Ember

Dear fellow citizens. It stresses to announce some grave news. Months of tensions have finally boiled over into hot conflict. Our ally - The Neo British Empire's fleet was just attacked by the Terrorist Kingdom of Kyavan. Due to the fact that the Gold Club has an Mutual Defence Agreement - we are obkigated by the treaty to enter the war on their side.

I am hereby authorising our North Flotilla and East Flotilla to immediately sail north to Kyavan's waters. May they come to their senses before the greatest naval empire on the planet reaches their shores.

May the Gods forgive them for the deaths they are about to cause.

END OF BROADCAST

[The Chuck]

The Chuck - Charles Rock - Presidential Palace

Walter sat in his office in what appeared to be a calm and collected manner but everyone in the building, especially his secretary, knew that there was a seething rage beneath his calm demeanor. Currently he was sitting at his desk while addressing the nation about the events of the last few hours.

"People of The Chuck, it is with a heavy heart that I inform you that we are now officially at war with the nation known as Kyavan. Just hours ago they opened fire on a blockade fleet of The World Capitalist Confederation ships. As such since they are our ally, it is our time to honor the pact we have made with our fellow Gold Club members and stand in unity with them. As such I authorize the mobilization of the Civil Air Patrol, Chuckian Naval Militia, and Civilian Marine Militias along with our regular forces. However, I pray that we can keep this a "civil" conflict and avoid the usage of W.M.D.s. As such we will not be the aggressors in this conflict in terms of W.M.D.s. If usage of W.M.D.s is attempted against us though, I have issued a Fail-Deadly order in case our great nation is unable to be an Atlas to this burden."

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The Chuck - Mobilization

Across the nation the path of war had been declared. For an overly armed and militarized nation such as The Chuck, this was an awe-inspiring sight indeed. Military service was mandatory for 2 years though many citizens joined militias after their time in service and continued to serve. These militias combined with non-existent weapon laws allowed citizens to possess quite literally any tool of warfare that they could afford. Many chose machine-guns and other firearms while the wealthier had armored vehicles and tanks. Though sometimes groups banded together and purchased naval warships and large caliber munitions. As such this allowed for The Chuck to have absurd defensive capabilities and even some decent offensive capabilities. When Walter issued the order, one of the first groups to start steaming towards Kyavan's shores was the regular navy and naval militia. A task-force was dispatched from Charles Rock and was now steaming directly towards Kyavan. In the coming days, a seemingly endless number of ships would start to depart the different ports around the Isle, destined for war.

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Gobi Desert - Chinese/Mongolian border - unmarked depot

At the unmarked depot, many of the supply runs into Kyavan were cancelled. Instead, multiple trailers were opened and a hidden hanger had its doors wheeled back. Inside were tens of drones and stockpiles of missiles. Within the hour, dozens of drones were taking off and heading for Kyavan. Estimated time of arrival was three hours.

[Ukraniumstan]

Site of Blockade, 0650

The orders to fire at the blockade were confirmed from Kyavan High Command. Dr. Sakharov took one last look at the weapon and then issued a message to the shore battery commander to wait until their weapon was fired first. Nine minutes went by until finally, they received confirmation from the commander, who was the contact that the ISU agent had called up earlier in the campaign.

The scientist called over the Spetsnaz commander who had brought the weapon, and they both stood at the control panel which was guarded by elite Spetsnaz troops, the best in Ukraniumstan. Both of the men took out keys and got ready at each of the keyholes on the panel.

"3,2,1, and turn!"

With the turn of the keys, the missile shot up into the sky, making its way towards the British fleet at break-neck speeds. The AA and missile defense systems from the British fleet began to fire, but before they hit it, an explosion came from the missile, and with it a massive NEMP charge, which encompassed the whole fleet.

As soon as the charge was released, one of the bunker guns began to fire, and the rest soon followed. From Hamburg, the roar of engines could be heard as Ukraniumstan fighters began to take off from the Black Sea Squadron. Mop up operations of the fleet would begin.

Meanwhile in Kievistanbul, Mariinsky Palace

The declaration of war, which was heard a few hours earlier, took a moment to process for the whole nation of Ukraniumstan. Many of the members of the Verhovnaya Rada and especially Hetman Skoropadsky had felt betrayed, as they had recently entrusted them with harbors in their own sovereign territory. The Hetman, furious but keeping his composure, sent a message to Port Ember.

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To: President Edward Flint
From: Hetman Skoropadsky, on behalf of the Verhovnaya Rada
Encryption: Medium
Subject: Decleration of War[/b][/align]

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Dear Mr. President

I write this message to you in sincere disappointment. I thought that we had an agreement to stay out of each other's affairs and to open up trade routes between each other. This action that you have decided to take is a clear violation of our trust, as you did not even confer with us or Kyavan.

The blockade that was attacked was illegal and undeclared by both the Neo-British Empire and the Gold Club. We gave them every warning possible to leave, and since they refused, we retaliated accordingly.

I propose that we settle this in diplomatic chambers, as we never concluded our original summit in Jadotgrad. If you refuse, then I am afraid that we will have to sever our diplomatic ties. I know you are a reasonable man and will see that this endeavor is meaningless in the long run, as both sides will take sever loses.

Please reconsider your actions today.

Heroyam Slava!

Port Arthur, Western Harbor, 1200

The current atmosphere in the Western Harbor was tense. Port Embrian ships had not yet left the harbor, and many people there were looking at their TV's or phones to read up on the latest news.

Unbeknownst to the traders and sailors in the harbor, a rather large contingent of unmarked soldiers had begun surrounding it. These soldiers had their faces covered and insignias removed, but they were undoubtedly Ukraniumstanian. In addition, two destroyers from the Vostok Squadron had moved in front of the port, not blockading it, but moving very close.

[The World Capitalist Confederation]

Top Secret, Operation Base, Somewhere in the Middle of the Atlantic, Neo-British Empire
RDX-12 had just finished. This virus was deadlier than anything seen before. It was the ultimate bioweapon. It had the infectivity of smallpox, the rabidity of rabies and the fire-like destruction of the plague. It could turn you into a zombie, disable you for life, turn you into the ultimate pathogenic machine or wipe out your brain within days. It really depends on your luck. The stronger you were, the less destructive your fate:
55% chance of turning into what was called a 'zombie', 25% chance of killing you within hours thanks to neurodegenerative decay, 12% of this deadly mix of violent diarrhoea, vomiting and other unpleasantness, and a slim but hopeful 8% chance of paralysis, blindness and a stable state of near death, almost like hanging off a cliff.

Space Above the Blockade
The British Space Fleet was one of its greatest hallmarks of Britain, a true soldier to its powerful military. It was one of the oldest space fleets, formed in 1984 in order to combat rivals in space. Laser weaponry and "the Sphere of Death" were some of its greatest achievements to this day. It was a monument to human strength and to its self-destructive ability. 200 small, drone-sized objects fired lasers at the Kyavani ships and satellites, slowly fraying and damaging their machinery, whether from overheating or from melting it apart. Meanwhile, the larger rockets, each about the size of a destroyer, dropped large payloads on the Kyavani capital ships and the nearby water to startle their submarines. Through the power of gravity, this new weapon was proved to be effective and ripped apart the Kyavani ships. This shocked them, as, despite the BSF's public standing, it was hard to discern its operations both thanks to the lack of notice and the speed at which space combat moves at. Many Kyavani satellites were downed, flashing like asteroids falling down from the sky. What the British had lacked in numbers had been made up for in their great technological strides.

At the Blockade
Foolish Kyavani...still not having given up the romanticised idea of war made in the 20th century.....Those were the thoughts running through the admiral's head, as submarines fired out torpedoes like machine guns, piercing the Kyavani capital ships if they were not already destroyed by the satellites. The British rocket system, using its new hypersonic rockets, had begun to arrive, roaring as piercing sounds were created in the sky, striking fear into the hearts of the Kyavani. Within mere minutes, missiles sped at them as though they had just appeared out of the blue. Mach 15 missiles ripped through the hulls of the ships, for Britain had won...or so they thought.

Downing Street, Westminster
The President angrily called at one of his staff and one General Siler, who had been there, debating a declaration of war.
"They got to us first! Listen, you.." Hormet yelled to one of his staff.
"Get me the COBR now! I want the entire cabinet and the military high command. Furthermore, I issue a demand of DEFCON 2. Parliament is no longer in control. I am in charge until the war ends. Tell them that I whilst I will not have powers as though I was a dictator, but that I will be able to issue any decree legally, as long as there are no objections from Parliament." the staff saluted him and left.

COBR Meeting - Obviously Top Secret
"We have amazing news, everyone!" Limburgh announced, just before the President arrived (as he was already briefed on this),
"RDX-12 has succeeded! This new biological weapon will provide us with some great assaults upon our enemies. Of course, we do have the vaccine, just in case. This will be a new weapon, to be used with our botox spray and hydrogen cyanide!" the room clapped, just before the President entered.
"We haven't got much time...." The President remarked, pausing for dramatic effect.
"Kyavan seems to be getting more and more militarised, having fired upon our ships." part of the room, mostly those in the civilian ministries such as agriculture and housing, gasped, whilst those in military ministries or in the military itself - like Siler - muttered among themselves.
"This means war!" SIler yelled out, filling his heart with rage.
"It does, and so we must redirect all civilian industries towards war. We will need to bring back rationing. Increase funding of nuclear shelters. I believe that, as Vice President, we must begin for total war." McGrovester suggested, knowing that his former experience would help him gain the hearts and minds of the armies.
"And then we shall do the unthinkable....invade Kyavan. We need preparations, however. Siler, prepare the land troops. Limburgh, prepare our assets in Kyavan..This will be quick..." The President replied.
"Meeting adjourned. We will follow me and McGrovester's ideas. Thank you for your time." The President announced, and so the meeting was adjourned.

[Jasonvillee]

Jasonville-Russian Border, Fort Yasoon, 9 AM

Prime Minister Jason was still at the fort watching the soldiers train. The Top Drill Sergeant was helping a confused soldier on how to reload the M60 Machine gun(a very complicated one to reload) and the Fort Commander was talking in the radio with some other commanders.

Jason was watching with gladness, that these soldiers were willing to fight for God and for Jasonville. He was thinking of some other business about how to deal with poor veterans, when the Fort Commander interrupted him with a loud voice.

"SIR! There has been an attack on the British Blocked from the Iron Entente!" said the Commander.

Jason replied in a surprised voice,"What! How? Is there war going on?"

The Commander asked the person in the radio and said again,"Sir, all of the Gold Club are following in with the British, and have officially declared war against the Iron Entente."

Jason was shocked. He thought that this could peacefully been solved. It was a good thing that Jasonville was able to be neutral, as he knew both sides had lots of power, and lots of deadly weapons. He didn't want his soldiers to die from Kyavanni gas bombs, or the whole Jasonville Navy being destroyed by the British.

"Commander, I am sorry, but I will have to leave early. Your soldiers are doing mighty fine, but I need to call the Parliament of the People, the Cabinet, and all of my State and other Ministers."

"It is fine sir. It was an honor to have you here. Be safe and have a great day. God bless you!"\

"God bless you too, Commander."

Embassy City, Jasonville

Prime Minister looked over to the right, where the Parliament of the People were. Then he looked to the top balcony, where his State and other ministers were, and then to his left, his cabinet.

Everyone was uncomfortably stuffed, as there were many people, and the room was not big enough.

This was the "temporary" Parliament Building, as there was no real capital city in Jasonville, and Embassy City was good enough to be labeled"temporary Capital city." With no space, the whole room would soon be cranky and mad at each other. He planned to just get suggestions from the Parliament, the Cabinet, and the Ministies all at once.

It was a bad idea, as some were political enemies, and some getting hot and stuffy, but it was worth it. Jason needed to unite all of Jasonville.

[Port Ember]

Port Ember Megalopolis - President Flint's Office

as this is an urgent matter - the president picks up his Red Telephone - the secure line and dails Ukraniumstan

"Good day Hetman Skoropadsky. I know this is unothodox to call.. but matters are urgent.

First off let me assure you that I agree with you - we are building on our trade relations. That is still my intent - I do not want to go to war with you. We have both proven that we are capable to talk things out.

Let me be frank here - I do not wish to go to war with Kyavan. I am however forced to deploy my fleet due to treaty obligations. I might even manouvere this to never even see combat. Thats my plan here..

But on a darker note - you do have some gall Hetman. How dare you threaten me with war, while the Dominion is openly invading Kyavan - and you are silent? How dare you call the british blockade inlawfull when Kyavan is commiting war crimes and human rights attrocities on a daily basis? Where is your morals my friend? And dont think I dont knoe about your.. involvement in attacking the British fleet.. you really expect me to believe you when you speak of peace while attacking my allies?

Friend - i urge you and I also warn you - dont f.. with me. Calm the hell down.. military analysts have warned me regarding a possible attack on my West Harbor base. I promise you that you will not live to regret it. My troubles are with Kyavan - not with you. Dont stand in my way.. brother."

[Kyavan]

Jadotgrad: Kaiser’s Office

Friedrick Ulmer flipped through the day’s military reports. Eastern Trenches holding, shore defenses being strained, the usual. He yawned, being a 70 year old man and running the largest country on earth was taxing on him. These past few months especially, the mistake at the blockade had cost him valuable mobilization time. Now only a fraction of Kyavan’s 25 million active duty soldiers were mobilized to say less of their even deeper reserve pools. The Air Force has its hands full with combating the forces of The Dominion, British Empire, Chuck, and Port Ember. Only Kyavan’s navy was fully armed and prepared, they could hold the enemy fleets but an offensive was out of the question. He knew of Ukrainimustan and Port Ember’s communication but hadn’t acted on it for some time. Now he was having doubts, Ukrainimustan had been a loyal ally for decades but Port Ember could be persuasive. He decided to confront the issue at the summit. Friedrick got up and walked to the window, the majority of the reconstruction had been completed with only a few buildings remaining damaged. He turned to the map of the world before grabbing a knife from his desk. Aiming at where Port Ember was located, he drew back his arm and hurled the knife at the island. Hitting it dead center, the old man sat back down and muttered “still got it”. Should the enemy step foot on Kyavani soil, Friedrick would be ready to deter that foe with all his waning strength and energy. Grabbing his cane, he hobbled out of the office towards the exit where a car waited to take him home. It had been a long day, but it was far from over...

[Ukraniumstan]

Kievistanbul, Hetman's Office in Mariyinsky Palace

After listening to the President's call, the Hetman answered back...

This is going to be rather difficult then...

The attack on the British navy was incurred within reason and was non-lethal. We gave them ample time to remove the blockade and went through the same procedures, and since they denied, we fired. It was a warning to them not to engage in illegal maritime activities. The decision to fire upon them with lethal weapons after the fact was not our decision, and we will bring up this with the Kyavans at the summit which we will be attending, and I hope you do too.

In regards to the troops near your ports in Port Arthur, these are merely a security measure. Trade will not be hindered in any way, and our troops there have been ordered not to provoke or move in on your territory. They will act as security not only for us but inadvertently for your trade vessels as well.

I understand your frustration with Kyavan, but as I said before, we owe our independence, and our relationship with them is one that cannot be simply broken.

I will be attending the summit personally. I hope to see you there.

Meanwhile, Western Harbor

The unmarked soldiers, about 3,000 in total, were patrolling around the harbor, checking people as they entered and left. They did not forcefully stop anyone and informed the traders in their reasoning for being there, but did not answer any other questions.

The two destroyers near the harbor had left, and in their place, a few standard patrol boats of the Coast Guard were checking ships as they entered and left the ports.

[Port Ember]

West Harbor Port Territorial Water

Captain John Crusuo had the biggest possible smile on his face. If his face was not blessed with a pair of ears - his smille most probaly would have gone all around his head.

Captain John Crusuo was a brilliant sailor and quickly made a name for himself when he joined the Port Ember Navy when he was 18. He has commanded several ships in his career - and now finally has been given command of a small battlegroup. He was burning from excitement at the chance to prove his worth as a group commander, in the hopes of one day being in charge of an entire flotilla. He knew the Port Ember Navy valued skill, deciseveness and big steel balls above all other traits, so he knew what he needed to do..

"XO! Its time to ruin someone's day.. Let 'em know that their nightmare has arrived.." The Captain took a deep swig of his strong coffee with that massive smile still on his face.

His XO replied swiftly without hesitation "Aye Captain!" The XO flipped a switch on the control console, switching on the ships civilian transponder. The other ships in the group did the same. If the Ukraniumstan patrol vessels were keeping an eye on their radars, they would see 15 dots appear on their radar, from nowhere so to speak. A big moshpit of angry dots on the radar. The captain grabbed the radio transmitter, transmitting over all common frequencies: "Hailing Ukraniumstan Patrol Vessel Group Commander on all common frequencies. This is Captain John Crusuo of the PES Darling. Be advised that I have entered the territorial waters of Port Arthur. I have full Presidential authority and orders to do so. My intent is to enter West Harbor. ETA 45 mikes. Any intent or attempted intent of aggression will be met in kind. Be advised that I am sailing with Naval Group XI of the Port Ember Navy. Good Morning!"

Naval Group XI consists out of:
2 x Guided Missile Destroyers - Lilly Black Class Guided Missile Destroyer
2 x Frigates - Orca Class FF
9 x Missile Boats - Jolly Roger Class PM
2 x Supply & Support Vessels

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A day behind Naval Group XI, was two full Flotilla's (Aircraft Carrier Groups) steaming north with intent.

Port Ember wants her Ocean Throne back....

[Paddy O Fernature]

Battle of Kyavan Coast | Kyavan Coastline

"Second Platoon, on me!"

The rallying cry came in on the platoon frequency via the headset that was strategically integrated into each and every helmet worn by Dominion soldiers. As the soldiers of 2nd Plt picked their way cautiously forward going from cover to cover, both incoming and outgoing rounds snapped and hissed past going in what seemed like every direction at once. This serenity of death was only interrupted when a Dominion shell screamed overhead before landing either on or near it's target and sent a concussive blast reverberating through their very bones as it sent clouds of dirt and derbies hurtling up into the sky with a fiery orange flash of light.

Kneeling next to the shattered remains of a concrete pillbox that had been destroyed during the initial bombardment of the coastline, a dirt covered and sweaty form of a man could be seen taking aim at a distant target and letting several rounds loose with his battle rifle. Almost immediately, the man ducked into cover just as a volley of fire came back in his general direction from the enemy lines, with a few rounds hitting the actual barrier that he was using for cover, making fresh new craters along it's already scarred surface. Muttering curses under his breath to nobody in particular, the man reached into one of his vest pouches and pulled a gold tipped 40mm grenade from it and in one swift motion, inserted it into the UGL at the end of his rifle before slamming home the receiver. Taking a deep breath, he spun in place and peeked over the wall taking quick aim at his target before pulling the trigger and ducking back into cover. A soft "Poom" was head as the projectile launched from his weapon towards it's target, and after a few tense moments, the man saw the flash followed by the unmistakable report of the detonation a couple of seconds later as the round found it's mark.

Around him, other members of second platoon finished making their way to the rally point as best they could, taking care to stay behind as much cover as possible as they went. Taking a moment to do a quick head count, the man had to do a double take as realization set in that nearly a third of the platoon was missing.

"Is that it?" Asked the man as he dropped his now empty magazine unceremoniously and inserted a fresh one into the magwell. "Where the fuck is lead?"

"Last I saw he was trying to breath out a new hole in his neck about a hundred yards back. Doc was with him as well." Came the reply from the robotized feminine voice of PFC Hoffmann from somewhere off to his left. The voice amp on her pro mask making it sound like she was speaking through a low budget drive up speaker, or something off BSG.

"I guess that means your in charge now Corporal." She mused before ducking low as incoming rounds impacted all around her position.

Corporal Schäfer just sat there for a moment, starting at the rubble strewn ground around his feet for a moment as that realization sunk in deep into his brain pan.

"Fuck..."

"Come again?"

"Nothing.." Replied Schäfer as he resisted the urge to tug as his ever uncomfortable Mopp suit as it gave him his hundredth wedgie of the morning. Sudden but rapid movement caught the mans eye and he turned just in time to see the unmistakable form of the platoons attached medic running up beach behind them. The man sounded like a freight train as he struggled to get enough air through his restrictive pro mask as he was also overburdened with a massive multi-tiered backpack filled with everything the military thought he would need to do his job as a field medic.

"Lets go Doc! Get the lead out!" Shouted Schäfer as he waved for the man, trying to get the man to move faster using nothing but sheer willpower alone. The man jumped the last few feet into the cover next to Schäfer before rolling over onto his back and proceeding to such air for a few moments as he tried to catch his breath. Visually checking him over, it quickly became apparent that Doc hadn't fared much better then the rest of them, as an obvious bullet hole could be seen where it basically tore off a side pouch on the mans backpack, spilling whatever contents were within. The mans front and face plate were covered in wet arterial spray as well, which was never a good sign. Looking up, Doc caught Schäfer looking at the man in basically what amounted to mute silence, and despite the lack of communication, somehow new what was on the mans mind.

"Leads going to make it." He said in a rather surprisingly deep voice. "I got lucky and managed to get the bleeding under control, so long as he gets off this fucking beach in a timely fashion and back to the ships OR, he should make it." Schäfer smiled for the first time in what felt like ages upon hearing the news. Besides himself, the platoons SSG was the only other member of the unit that had been on a previous deployment together, and bonds like that you just don't make every day.

Looking around him, Schäfer took quick stock of the situation at hand. Things were not going according to plan at all for the soldiers that had made landfall on the first wave. What should have been an absolutely devastated wasteland from the nearly full day of naval bombardment prior to their arrival, was somehow still an occupied zone by the enemy in numbers far greater then anything intelligence had anticipated them to be. While the overwhelming vast majority of static defenses were indeed in rubble around them, almost like magic the multiple trench lines despite several direct hits and untold numbers of near misses was still somehow majorly intact. Luckily for them though, at least the CV-90's had made it ashore without much difficulty and were quickly starting to thin out the ranks of the entrenched enemy still within the first two trenches with their air burst munitions, which rendered the open topped trenches protection mute. Schäfer visibly shuddered at the though of what those rounds were doing to the enemy and what they would find once they actually made it into the trench line.

"Orders?!?" Came the cry from another member of his unit from Schäfers left flank, bringing the man's thoughts back down to reality. Sitting still on the beach as they were was eventually going to get all of them killed, and falling back wasn't really an option at this point. Like it or not, he knew full well that they still had an objective to clear that that there was only really one real direction to go, regardless of how terrifying a prospect it was.

"Fix Bayonets!" Cried Schäfer with as much confidence he could possibly muster under the circumstances, as he pulled his serrated M9 Sword Bayonet from it's leather frog and affixed it to the end of his weapon with a slightly reassuring metallic clink. Around him, the rest of his unit followed suit and mentally prepared themselves for what was to logically come next. Reaching down, Schäfer pulled free a smoke grenade from where it was nestled safely on his vest and pulled the pin from it. With a grunt, the man overhand threw it to the best of his ability forward of their position, where it landed almost midway between them and the first trench. The grenade sparked and sputtered for a moment, before suddenly engaging and filling the immediate area with suffocating white smoke that seemed to blanket everything around them.

"Alright second, on your feet! Lets go!"

Schäfer without waiting for the others charged forward from his position weapon at the ready and sprinted forward towards the enemy trench line beyond the smoke screen. To his right, the units automatic riflemen lets loose with a controlled volley to initially cover and suppress the enemy ahead of them and hopefully give the team the highest chances of actually making it to the next position alive. Around him like angry bees, incoming rounds could be heard as they whipped past him as he ran. His breath came in ragged and sharp as he struggled to get enough air through his mask as he ran up what was clearly a crater made from one of the navel rounds that had partially impacted the enemy trench, collapsing the side of it. As soon as he reached the top, he could see that it was a straight shot into the trench system and he deliberately slid on his leg down the loose siding of the crater, kicking up a cloud of dust as he did, and into the trench system itself.

Immediately, the man scanned with his rifle both to his left and then to his right down the trench line looking for enemies. Upon finding none living, the man let out a quick sigh of relief and waited for the rest of his unit to tumble into the defensive line, which they did with as much grace as one could expect from them. Taking a brief moment to scan his surroundings, Schäfer was slightly taken back when he realized that the trench wasn't the traditional hastily dug earthworks that intelligence had pegged it out to be, but instead was a reinforced connection of structures that clearly had been thoughtfully planned out in advance. However, despite this, evidence that the bombardment was at least a partial success was clearly visible around him, as the mangled corpses of enemies killed from over pressure from the exploding rounds littered the bottom of the trench around them. Kneeling down, the man examined the remains and oddly clad soldier slumped against the far trench wall. He was wearing some kind of angle length trench coat over a woolen uniform that resembled something worn by soldiers nearly a hundred years ago. However, over this the man also wore some kind of crude single curve metallic plate for ballistic protection. Looking at the mans face revealed a double skinned protective mask of sorts, loosely resembling a British Small Box Respirators used at the turn of the century. However, despite his urge to pull the mask from the mans face to put a face to whom they were fighting, Schäfer decided against doing just that when he realized that the concussive blast had caused the man to basically vomit up his insides, which were still leaking from around the edges of his masks face seal and turning both eye sockets coagulated crimson.

"Friend of yours?"

Schäfer stood and turned to face Hoffmann who was standing guard a short distance away and covering the right approach with her rifle. Shaking his head, the man quickly set about looking for any intelligence that might prove to be useful to them, be it a map, intelligence report, a working radio, or anything else of that nature. After a few short minutes however, the search yielded nothing of value outside personal trinkets from the various enemy bodies. Picking up his rifle after sorting through a handful of scattered papers that were thrown about the trench, the man turned and started formulating his next course of action in his head. Suddenly, the sky overhead was filled with the unmistakable red glow of a parachute flare as it suddenly ignited high overhead before drifting lazily back towards the earth below. Almost immediately following the first, a second, then a third flare could be seen in the morning sky overhead, indicating that other Dominion units had made it to the trench line and secured their initial attack positions. Reaching onto his belt, Schäfer pulled a red star cluster munition from it's resting place and inserted it into his UBGL before firing it high into the sky overhead.

"Platoon, listen up. We are to dig in and hold here until the second wave reaches our position and conducts relief in place (RIP) as previously planned. I want everyone to give me a status on their weapons and ammo as well as basic consumables and cross level as needed." Looking down at his chest, the man examined the chemical identification tape strapped there and was relieved to see that it didn't show any color. Taking a risk, the man broke the seal on his pro mask and took a quick sniff before quickly resealing the mask and waiting a few moments to see if anything bad happened. When nothing happened, he removed the mask from his face and instantly relished the cool morning air that whisked against his sweaty face.

"All clear!" He shouted, much to the relief of everyone around him as the rest of the platoon followed suit. "Masks only, and keep them at the ready. Were still not in the clear yet."

Overhead, a flight a Dominion helicopters passed by through the smoke, sending little corkscrews in every direction as the prop wash filtered by. Every now and then, a stray round would fly past their position coming from the next trench line up which was still occupied by Kyavan forces and was now the focus of Dominion bombardment in preparation for the next assault....

Schäfer paused for a second listening to the battle raging around him, not quite able to place his finger on what was bothering him, as something he just said seemed to trigger something inside deep him. After a few moments, he realized what it was, sending a shiver down his spine.

"Why arn't we shelling the next trench line?"

The rest of the members of second platoon looked at the man with puzzled looks across their faces, not understanding what he was saying or implying.

"The naval bombardment.." He said as he turned and started making his way to a vantage point overlooking the direction they just came from. "Why isn't the navy shelling the enemy entrenchments?"

Finding a big enough piece of rubble to stand on, he lifted himself up on top of it, allowing him to look back down the patch to the beach head and the coastline beyond.

"Mother of god...." He managed to get out under his breath before the communications network suddenly broke silence in frantic panic as orders started to fly across all nets.

On the horizon behind the fleet, barely noticeable by the naked eye, the unmistakable forms of numerous warships could be seen against the rising run as the Dominion navy scrambled to make way to turn and face them.

Dominion Fleet | Eastern Kyavan Coastline | Pacific Ocean

"What the hell is that?" Muttered the radar operator aboard the Dominion flagship, as a unknown target populated itself at the bleeding edge of this detection range at the artificial horizon roughly twenty nautical miles away.

"Bridge, Radar, I've got an unknown contact bearing c, range roughly forty thousand yards and closing."

Without warning, multiple contacts started populating on the operators screen as they crest the horizon as well.

"Mother of... Bridge scratch that. Contacts number thirty plus and counting... now forty... Eighty....."

"What are we looking at son." Came the reply from the OIC over the shipboard communications system.

"Sir I'm physically pushing my envelope here, but I have over one hundred confirmed contacts at previous heading and speed, closing in on hour position. Estimated one hour until they are on top of us at present course and speed."

"Can you identify?"

Sitting deep within the ships armored CIC, the operator turned towards the Sonar operator stationed nearby who gave him one finger, indicating to standby as he intently listened to the hydrophones while isolating the noise filtering through them across the onboard computer. After a brief moment, he found what he was looking for as the tactical system made a match against it's known database.

"Confirmed, screw identification puts at least part of that fleet as Kyavan. Designating unknown contacts as Hostile time now."

The Officer on deck paused for a brief moment as he let that information sink in as well as try and formulate a plan the best he could. A hostile naval counterattack was to be expected and indeed had been anticipated by Dominion High Command. However, what wasn't expected was the sheer size of the fleet that was dispatched against them, with intelligence suggesting that it was the entire Kyavan naval presence in this part of the hemisphere.

"What's the status of our strike package?" He asked, inquiring about the KC-130 CMC's on standby at Brattlebrough AFB about six hundred miles away.

"I have confirmation that the Long Range Strategic Bomber Wing (LRSB) is in scramble status, current eta until within strike range is one hour thirty minutes."

"Not good enough...." Muttered the OIC knowing full well that the enemy would be upon them long before they got on scene.

"We need more time.. Comms, sound the retreat across the fleet. I want all operations to cease immediately with secondary ships falling back towards rally point Bravo at Flank Speed and away from the incoming fleet."

"Aye Sir!"

"Order all combat vessels to form a skirmish line behind the slowest of our secondary ships while matching speed and heading. I physically want this entire fleet sailing in the opposite direction within the next five fucking minutes or else we are leaving them behind."

"Flight, I want interceptors and strike aircraft scrambled from both our carriers and formed up ready to go. Once they figure out that they are not closing in on us anymore, I very much expect them to launch aircraft and try to intercept us. I'm not getting caught with my pants down. CIC, Do we have firing solutions yet?"

Back on the armored CIC, gunnery crews were already hard at work plotting targeting information into their respective stations, whether they be automated navel guns or Vertical Launch Systems (VLS) for the ships onboard missile batteries.

"CIC to Bridge, confirmed we has green lights across the board, awaiting orders sir."

"Bridge to CIC, all target's bearing Zero Eight Zero are clear to engage. I want all Anti-Ship Mark Forty Ones targeting that fleet, fire when ready."

"CIC to Bridge, targeting contacts marked hostile at Zero Eight Zero with Mark Forty Ones, Fox's away!"

Vibrations could physically be felt through the ship as the AGM-158C LRASM's contained within the ships MK-41 VLS tubes suddenly rocketed skywards one after another before turning mid air and streaking off towards the enemy fleet. The ability to fire off a salvo as quickly as the Dominion fleet did was in no small thanks due to the onboard antonymous targeting by the missile itself, which saved crititcal time off the overall process as it could be launched without intensive pre-programming by the launch platform like previous generations of Anti-Ship Missiles (ASM). Across the fleet, other ships followed suite and soon the sky overhead the dominion flotilla as filled with outbound missile contrails almost too numerous to count. In total, nearly one hundred sea skimming missiles each armed with a 1k LB Blast-Frag Penetrating warhead had been launched towards the enemy fleet.

The numerous deck guns of the fleet as well as the CIWS stations orientated toward the enemy fleet, but for the moment couldn't fire as their targets were still outside their effective range and would just be wasting shots even if they tried.

[The Chuck]

[Redacted]

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To: President Melissa C. Stern
From: [Redacted]
Encryption: Top Secret
Subject: Military Assistance

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Madam President,

We are writing you today about the landing force of your military on the Eastern coast of Kyavan. We have been monitoring the situation and have decided that you may be in need of assistance. We currently have a fleet of drones that have penetrated into Kyavan airspace through their border with Mongolia. These drones are equipped with [Redacted] and we have third party operators who could provide reconnaissance and airstrike assistance along the coast. However, if you accept we have a few stipulations.

Stipulations:

• You shall not declare war on any Gold Club Members unless they declare war first.
• You will not attempt to use intelligence agents to figure out who we are.

If you agree with this, please send a letter to [Redacted].

[Paddy O Fernature]

-INCOMING COMMUNICATION FROM THE DOMINION-

TO: CLASSIFIED| FROM: Office of Madam President, Dominion High Ruler | SUBJECT: RE: COMMUNICATION | ENCRYPTION: 256-Bit Enhanced Algorithm

To whom it may or may not concern,

If I may be so bold, what assurances do I have that if I accept such a covert proposal that you won't just mistake my kindness for weakness and betray me like so many others in today's twisted and fucked up world do on a daily basis on the international scene? Trust these days is a commodity that is in an every increasingly short supply yet still extremely high in demand, and believe me when I tell you that my trust generally doesn't come easy.

As for your terms laid out before me, I honestly had no idea about this "Gold Club" that you speak of, that is until an aid of mine filled me in after making several inquiries after the arrival of your communication. As such, I can assure you that my interests are narrowly focused and set on Kyavan and Kyavan alone with the intent to bring them to heel for their perceived crimes against my beloved Dominion. So long as no evidence is found linking anyone to the actions that lead to the death of my diplomat, you have my word that they will not be fired upon out of aggression from any Dominion military assets.

As for you wanting to remain anon in this who affair, I must admit that I'm not one to be a big fan of not knowing with whom that I am speaking with as it begins to become quite the chore when dealing with multiple at the same time in the same AO trying to keep everything straight and not accidentally slip up and say or do something unintended. However, you seem to have me at a disadvantage here, if only for the time being...

As such, I accept your terms and proposal.

Attached to this communication I will have posted a direct link to a non-dominion affiliated, closed looped, 512-Bit Cypher Text encrypted one-way cloud storage account where you and your operative can drop any and all information that have into for my Ministry of Intelligence can independently verify the information given in a safe and secure manner. I'm sure you will be understanding of the extra security measures that I've partaken here, as to be quite frank, despite us agreeing here you still haven't earned my trust.

With care,


Dominion High Ruler

[Kyavan]

Third Trench line: Eastern Kyavani Coast

Colonel Erhard Yurievich dove inside the pillbox as another shell hit the trench line. The Dominion's soldiers had been pushing into the first and second trench line's defenses for a long time now. All Erhard and his men could do was provide mortar support to their comrades. He desperately wanted to pull of the gas mask that clung to his face but he had just received confirmation that the chemical mines between the second and third trench line would be remotely activated within the hour in an attempt to screen the lines and allow the Mk-III Raven panzers to advance and provide cover fire for his men.

Erhard dashed out of the trench to survey the damage. He recognized Sergeant Nacht by his officer's crest. The man was dead with several pieces shrapnel lodged in his throat and stomach, another faceless soldier tended to the dead man. Grenadiers and SR guardsmen working in unison to collect the dead, put the wounded out of their misery, and continue fighting. Erhard saw one guardsman trying to operate a mortar on his own. Running over to the emplacement, he took the position of the late gunner while the soldier continued to load the ammo. This wordless cooperation between men in the Kyavani armies was common and had won them many victories in the past. They continued firing for some time before the familiar sound of the Mk-III Raven tanks could be heard in the distance. A massive cheer went up among the SR guardsmen though it was somewhat muffled only the grenadiers remained silent, cheering was a waste of breath.

As if on a timer, the massive mine emplacements went off shrouding the field in a green cloud. Erhard felt sorry for any poor bastard caught without any kind of filter out there. Phosphorus was one of the nastier chemicals used by the Kyavani. It entered your body through any open hole be that eyes, ears, nose, or mouth, anything was fair game for the weapon. Once inside your body, it damages your lungs, heart, and intestines ensuring a slow and painful death. Symptoms often include coughing up massive amounts of blood, vomiting, and other unspeakable crimes against the human body. Phosphorus is and has always been a last resort of the military only to be used in the most dire of circumstances. A home invasion is one of those dire circumstances and thus, it was deployed here.

The battle tanks reached the trench line with a gut wrenching squeal. A loud hiss could be heard as their high powered battle cannon prepared to fire, all the while their side machine guns began spewing death at the advancing Dominion troops. There was a massive boom and a small shock wave as the first volley of shells arced into the air and smashed into the enemy lines. Coloring the gas and illuminating the battlefield in colors common in the northern lights. "Its beautiful" remarked the SR guardsman standing next to Erhard. "Da, it sure is a sight to behold" answered Erhard. A second louder boom as the Leviathan artillery fired at the enemy lines tearing through vehicles, men, and mud. Erhard felt a certain serenity in the trench, a feeling of purpose. He knew like every one of the millions of soldiers sent here that this, was history. History is written by the victors and Erhard, wanted to write that history with blade and bullet...

Mk-III Raven Tank opens fire

Leviathan Artillery bombardment begins

[Ukraniumstan]

Port Arthur coast, Patrol Group 3A

Capitan Vladislav, a veteran of the Ashmore Conflict, was tired. The constant stopping, frisking, and questioning of Embrian merchants was getting on his nerves since every single time there was nothing to report. His patrol group of 5 Legend Class Cutters had been very busy near the Western Harbor, following the orders from the Rada.

Suddenly, one of the radar-operators on his ship spotted 15 dots moving North from the Yellow Sea. He turned back and said, "Sir, we have 15 unidentified vessels coming in from the south. Formation of the dots is military."

"Hailing Ukraniumstan Patrol Vessel Group Commander on all common frequencies. This is Captain John Crusuo of the PES Darling. Be advised that I have entered the territorial waters of Port Arthur. I have full Presidential authority and orders to do so. My intent is to enter West Harbor. ETA 45 mikes. Any intent or attempted intent of aggression will be met in kind. Be advised that I am sailing with Naval Group XI of the Port Ember Navy. Good Morning!"

"Oh for the love of..." exclaimed the Capitan. He picked up his radio and responded.

"Check check, this is Capitan Vladislav of Patrol Group 3A. We read you loud and clear. You are authorized to enter Port Arthur territorial waters, but you need to register with Port Authorities for any military craft. Forwarding you to the port Authorities now."

Port Arthur Port Authorities, Dalny

"This is General Gunday of the Port Authorities. Please follow the Patrol Group to the designated port in West Harbor. A standard military inspection of your craft will be performed. If you could also please state the purpose of your visit, as well as your military mission."

He quickly turned and whispered to his aide standing next to him, "Tell Admiral Rozhestvensky to ready the fleet. Keep it on high alert."

The aide saluted and quickly ran out of the room

Message to Kyavan High Command

From: Chief of Staff, General Brushilov

Good day to you, Mein Kaiser. I wish to inform you that the Uxnaya Army is moving at maximum speed to the Baltic Coast, in anticipation for the invasion.

We also wish to inform you that both the Black Sea Squadron and the Vostok Squadron are on standby, ready to assist the Kyavan Navy.

Our forces in Port Arthur have also reported an advance group of Port Embrian ships moving through the Yellow Sea. This will most likely be followed by the main fleet. We have the group docked in Port Arthur, and will be keeping them there for the time being.

Long Live the Iron Entente!

[Port Ember]

Port Arthur Coast - Naval Group XI

Captain John Crusuo's smile have not dissapeared yet. His mission was a very straight forward, yet exact guidelines was very vague. He recalls the Admiral's exact words was something like "Ruffle some feather Captain.." and that was the end of his briefing. Oh well..

After speaking to Port Authorities, he have heard what he wanted. A reason so to speak.

He responded to the General over the radio. "Yeah.. nah.. General.. thats not going to work. Inspection on a naval patrol group.. thats a bit out of line sir. I'll tell you what General - you have orders to follow - but so do I. So what I'm going to do - I'm going to stop my fleet here.. 30 mikes out of port. Then I'm going to give my bosses a call back home.. so that they can call your bosses back home.. and they can chat out an agreement? Sounds good General?"

With the biggest smug smile ever seen he gave a command "Lets play with their heads. Let the Jolly's dissapear.."

The Ukraniumstan Patrol Boats would notice something interesting occur, the 15 dots on their radar would become 4 dots on the radar, near instantly.

[Kyavan]

Message to Ukrainimustani High Command

Greetings Hetman! I am great full for your military's continued support in the Baltic region. This P.E fleet in Port Arthur worries me though. Once we are finished chasing the Dominion's fleet from our shores, I'll assign a quarter of our naval presence on this side of the world to the defense of Port Arthur. War is taxing brother, I personally hope we can negotiate with these nations at the summit soon. Until then, hold the fucken line! We'll turn back these invaders within a few months mark my words.

Long Live the Iron Entente