The raid Multonia on

[ConfederationofSEAsia]

Multonia, come on, answer, you know what, this a transmission.
If you're listening to this, Samar and Leyte have fallen. This the
ConfederationofSEAsia speaking. If you're tuned here, we need help. Fast, Charlie Fox 0(translation: Tacloban City). While the 9th Artillery Regiment is at Foxtrot Black 5(translation: DATA EXPUNGED) Okay please come. And Soldier Come prepared.

[ConfederationofSEAsia]

After the French Failure, we decided to push into Philippines.
I now see the the Confederate Super carrier. We have sent a full task force to decimate the Confederate Fleet and the Confederate Army in Samar. Battleship Louisiana pushes and fires at the Confederate flag ship, CSN Magdalo, and CVN-100
Launches torpedo strikes to the super carriers. After an intense fire bombing campaign over Samar, we land our troops into Samar city. The Imperial army battles the Confederate Army.
An intense firefight between the two Armies. But we arrive in bigger numbers. We win the day and push into all of Samar and Leyte

OOC: Please fix this post and most of the other posts. Role play your crossing the ocean or at least mention that you were crossing the ocean to attack me. Also, gaining Samar in a simple sentence will not do for an RP ever. Again, please fix.

I know how it feels to
Us Filipinos are treated unfairly
Nakakainis

[Patriotic America]

Ahahahahaha. So You to have fallen, well I'll stop the Atlantic campaign, for now. Now I shall travel to Cebu. I will start pushing my troops into Cebu. After a few more days. We have entered into the Province. But I shall halt the troops At FOXTROT BLACK 5(Translation: Cebu City). I'll give you a chance to prepare. Both of you, ConfederationofSEAsia and Pilipinas and Malaya

[Multonia]

Brest, March 16, 2019

He's coming around! Everybody get-

Team Sergeant Jason Vatz never finished his sentence. The Patriotic American battle tank on the other side of the intersection finished it for him.
Vatz slammed onto his gut, sliding across the mud-slick pavement as the building sixty meters ahead exploded with a thunderous boom.
Shards of concrete, glass, and metal arced into the cold night and fell in a hailstorm on the blackened remains of the Humvee and a pair of eight-wheeled IFVs, behind which his special forces had taken cover.
With a sudden lurch, the fifty-ton tank lurched forward and went closer, its 150mm smoothbore main gun swiveling menacingly over some Multonian Special Forces bodies who'd been hit as they had dismounted.
Vatz called into his radio "Victor Five, this is Vortex, over?"
But now their exfiltration had gone to hell.
No bird to swoop in and whisk them to safety. No nothing.
After a while, Vatz found some surviving forces which were also taking up a fight.
He found his partner, Corporal Steven Gerrard.
They were poised as heavy pistols were drawn as they covered the end of the street.
Somewhere in the distance voices lifted. Enemy soldiers were coming near.
They killed the approaching enemies in an instant.
Soon the tank was closing in.
Vatz had one order: RUN!
They had time before the P. American tank opened up with it's gun.
Harris Barnsley, a man more than 30 years of age, smiled broadly. " We have to fall back another half click. Our friends across the street have pushed too forward and our bird can't get in here.
"Couldn't be easy, huh?"
"Vatz, we're a Joint Strike Team in the middle of Brest. Operation Detachment Delta. Special Forces.
The world is at war. Damn. If you wanted easy, you should've joined the--
"My cousin's in the MADF."
" I was going to say the circus"
"What the hell happened here? They were waiting for us" Vatz asked as he scanned the skies to hear a chopper sound.
No reply.
Vatz swore under his breath "Let's move."
He was soon in position in front of the enemy tank. Without stopping it, they wouldn't be able to get out alive.
He called out the others in the alley, just as Corporal Zack announced that his Javelin-II missile was locked.
A heartbeat later, he fired.
The missile ripped away with a terrific whoosh while a massive chute of fire extended from the launcher's tail.
Like a star in the night, the missile streaked up, then as everybody scrambled, it abruptly changed course, dropping down in top-attack mode. It struck the tank's turret with a powerful explosion that shattered nearby windows and in turn, tore into the ammo compartment, creating several explosions.
As flames rose from the dead tank, Vatz signaled the others right down. All they had to do was to look into their GPS, connect the dots and make it home.
If you wanted easy.
Vatz keyed into his radio "Come in for landing. We have everything we need. Out."

Rifle fire suddenly erupted behind them, rounds burrowing in the walls at their sides.
Vatz ordered them to move faster.
They charged forward, Barnsley and Gerrard leading, the remaining soldiers behind them. Vatz pulled up the rear.
A company of enemy troops were hustling across the road a block away, muzzles flashing as they cut loose another salvo.
They fired a few more rounds that sent them into crouching positions.
The wind picked up, and the rain came.
The captain suddenly blurted out that there were more soldiers beginning to surround them.
"We have a squad in pursuit. Maybe more coming."
"Roger, there are at least a few guys coming from the west. "
"We'll break off and intercept the dismounts. Buy you a little time, over"
"Do it"
Zack, who'd been listening, slowed as Vatz caught up. They continued towards a two-story warehouse.
Soon, the chopper came in an instant. Unfortunately, it was spotted and tracer rounds were banging off the walls.
"THEY'RE HERE! GO! GO! GO!"
They sprang towards the helicopter, struggling to dodge the gunfire as its gunners fired more.
It all happened when enemy soldiers appeared.
It happened so fast when they both were shot, collapsing to the puddles.
Followed by Zack.
"Aw, no..."
Zack was dead, with the squad down to ten. They made a full sprint alongside the parking lots now, the chopper just on the other side, the alarm growing louder, and as he rounded the corner, there were enemy troops and also one what was happening: An APC was rolling up and blasting the team with its long range acoustical device. The sound was very loud that you couldn't help but cover your ears.
The chopper gunners fired wildly, but could not concentrate without covering their ears.
The APC crew cut loose with their machine guns, with the chopper evading them and finally heading back to allied territory, along with a few V-25 transports with Vatz and the squad in it.

[Pilipinas and Malaya]

Ahahahahaha. So You to have fallen, well I'll stop the Atlantic campaign, for now. Now I shall travel to Cebu. I will start pushing my troops into Cebu. After a few more days. We have entered into the Province. But I shall halt the troops At FOXTROT BLACK 5(Translation: Cebu City). I'll give you a chance to prepare. Both of you, ConfederationofSEAsia and Pilipinas and Malaya

OOC: This is powergaming and might be godmodding because you haven’t even prepared a battle script or anything, you just take it with NO RESISTANCE AT ALL, which is powergaming. You repelled the entire invasion force of France and pushed them back to Brest without any RP or resistance in between. Then again, you also are moving the majority of your force from France to the Philippines. Neither have you considered the fact that people will dislike your decisions, especially those in majority Asian states and those with French roots, they would be rebelling and rioting right now. PLEASE FIX YOUR POSTS. You may be OP but this doesn’t mean you can powergame or godmod. (Please correct if I’m wrong.)

I am still preparing an IC post.

OOC: Please fix this post and most of the other posts. Role play your crossing the ocean or at least mention that you were crossing the ocean to attack me. Also, gaining Samar in a simple sentence will not do for an RP ever. Again, please fix.

I know how it feels to
Us Filipinos are treated unfairly
Nakakainis

Oo nga eh, minsan minsan lang tayong nandito ganito pa sa RP.

Then again, I restate, Patriotic America, please fix this.

[Multonia]

A flight of AT-500 planes loaded with Special Forces groups are ready to fly to the zones that are being invaded.

A fleet of submarines, commanded by CMDR. Jonathan Andreas is en route to combat enemy warships and punch a hole in the enemy's naval lines.

[Multonia]

AT-500 transports of the 38th Airlift Wing carrying armored vehicles are taking off from Newburg Air Force Base.

The Multonian Maritime Defense Force 7th Fleet under the command of Rear Admiral Roberts is sailing at full speed in a spaced V-formation.

[Patriotic America]

(I promise no power gaming) (also, sorry for the names)

Hen. Robert Aguinaldo: Ako'y PILIPINO, BUONG KATAPATAN NANUNUMPA SA WATATAWAT NG PILI.....(gunshots).

Pvt. Jones Indiana: Sir, He was a top military personnel----

Srg. Peter Quill: I wanted him to tell me what I want
He told this Panonopey nong Palapones.

(5th Mountaineer Division moves forward)

(American Imperial Navy pushes in)

(In USS Jimmy Carter)

Is the 6th Division walking from Tacloban to Samar

Yes sir

Excellent

[RoyalistFrance]

King Louis the 20th: We shall fight in the end, battle their tanks
Resist They're occupation, but killing a man giving respect to his Country, how disgraceful.

WHAT THE F***

(TURNS ON TV)

We're here live at Cama Calie, France, at 7 am
An American Super Aircraft Carrier Just came.out of no where
Sank HFMS Bearn, HFMS Duke of Normandy, and our symbolic Battleship, HFMS Orion. AHH, THERE'S BOMB AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH

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Duke of Paris: Oh my

Prime Minister Dorian Franc: They hit Orion, THEY HIT ORION

Duke of Walloon: This most unexpected

King Louis the 20th: tomorrow, we stand and pray to God, we will send a billing men army to Paris. People of FranceI come with this, shall we get our land back. Our going to stirr our cups in our chair saluting to Americans.

Crowd: NEVER

King Louis the 20th: Then we will muster all troops and if you want to join then we let. But no Children. Come let us fight

[Multonia]

"Keep 'em rolling, keep em coming"
Master Sergeant Jason Brady yelled above the noise of the AV-500's engines as soon as they touched down on Pilipinas and Malayan soil and began rolling vehicles out.
He stood there, wielding his weapon against the steady jet wash of the gigantic engines of the massive behemoth.
The AV-500 is a large aircraft rivalling the C-5 Galaxy, capable of landing on unprepared fields. Five of them have landed and in twenty minutes, a dozen armored have rolled out.
Brady looked up as another plane came in for a fast landing, touching down hard that it jerked the vehicles inside with its engines roaring, applying full reverse until it came to a stop.

Jets above sliced through the sky coming from the west

"Relax. They're ours" a corporal said with binoculars.

The fighters split and parted ways.

The last plane that landed had rolled out the tip of the spear: twelve M3A5 tanks with decals emblazoned on the turret.
One decal showing a football (not the ordinary soccer black and white) and another showing the line "THE HOTTER THE FURNACE, THE STRONGER THE IRON" with a tank turret flanked by two yellow hammers between THE HOTTER THE FURNACE and THE STRONGER THE IRON which earned a couple of hoo-rahs from a group of Marines. That tank was from the 55th Armored Brigade, nicknamed The Irons due to their heavy silver plating on the turret which was so hot from too much welding and hammering that it looked apocalyptic.

In 2 hours, all would be rolling.

The AV-500s were left on standby. Two departed immediately heading west.
Brady looked at his watch. Two hours.

"Hey, you Brady?" a voice asked
Brady turned around

"I'm Jonathan Vatz, Strike Group Delta."

-"Vatz? Ya mean THE J. Vatz? The one who fought and survived that failed operation at Brest?"

"The one and only"

Brady shook his hand "Nice to meet the man. Anyway, what've we got here?

"What we've been bringing here."

"Time to head for tea."

[The Galaxian Empire]

The Galaxian government expresses great sympathy for your country, to protect you against Patriotic America I will be lending the full force of the Galaxian military to protect your great country Multonia. For further info send a telegram.

[Multonia]

Hostilities still continue as the war rages on.

[Multonia]

The tank battalions that have been deployed are racing at full speed towards Samar and will take up hidden positions.

[Pilipinas and Malaya]

OOC: As stated by Patriotic America, we have come to an agreement that all former posts by me on the attacks are disregarded. This is very confusing because I don’t know if this is in the 1890’s or in Modern Times.

IC:

OFFICIAL STATEMENT OF PILIPINAS AND MALAYA

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Good day,

This is a letter to all belligerents and the agressor. We hereby are denouncing the actions of America towards the world in general. They have occupied entire swaths of land from Texas to Canada, Alaska to Sakhalin and France to Cebu. We simply cannot tolerate this attitude. We will remian neutral in this conflict, as our policy so dictates. Although this is the stance of our government, we will openly denounce America and it shall be placed among heavy sanctions, a travel ban, trade ban and severing of diplomatic ties by a coalition that we have formed.

The coalition is composed of the Benelux, Germany, UK, Portugal, Spain, Italy, China, Japan, India, Korea, Poland, Russia, Australia, New Zealand and ourselves. We vow to send aid to those currently involved and promise to help one another in case of an attack by America. We, as a global community cannot tolerate this. We are open for anyone asides those currently invaded by America to join.

Sincerely,
PM Daryll Soliman.

[Patriotic America]

Stark-9 rex fighters counter engaging French Gloster Asteroids.

[Patriotic America]

USS John Paul Jones sinking Multonian Destroyer

[Patriotic America]

Stark Battle tanks pushing into Negros

[Multonia]

MNSS Wilson targeting enemy vessels with LRSLBM.

Fire one! Fire one!

Fire two! Fire two!

Dive! Dive! Dive!

"Commander, word from MMDF Naval Command. We just lost one of our destroyers.

[Multonia]

"Gunner, target: American tank, eleven o' clock!"
-"Sabot loaded!"
"Fire!"
"On the way!"


*BANG*

"Another round!"
"Loaded up!"
"AWAY!"

*BANG* *BANG*

"Commander, this is Lieutenant Colonel Mark Bannon. We are engaging enemy units. Our tanks are taking fire but we are still up and givin' everything we can handle. "

"Copy that. Do whatever it takes to hold the line. When the time comes, push forward and drive them out!"

"Yes, sir. Bannon out!"

[Multonia]

"We're up. Let's get the heck outta here."
Wing Commander Sharp said as his AV-500 roared out of Pilipinas and Malayan territory, their gear leaving the ground with engines screaming at full power.

"Well, there go our warriors now. Godspeed to them".

[Pilipinas and Malaya]

OOC:Please put everything you just posted in one post, thanks very much.

IC:
Manila, Pilipinas and Malaya
Bonifacio Global City, Bonifacio High Street
3:54 PM

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PM Daryll Soliman and DPM Hidalgo Makayabyab strolled around in the city park. It was a well-deserved rest anyways. The Confederation of South East Asian Nations was under attack by the Americans. Pathetic, he thought. Such an insane nation like America had to be contained, but usually their own greed takes them over and consumes them. Still, he and his entire government believed that precaution is still important.

He always got lost in thought in parks, the open air relieved him and allowed him to think without much strain. The green trees, colorful flowers and the children playing in the park would get him to think about what is best. This is where he would always make his best ideas. He didn’t know exactly why, but it was worth it.

His mind snapped back into reality when they arrived at the bookstore. He was always directed here. The public didn’t really know about his passion for books. It was for the better, he was always so quiet and reserved about anything not about politics, history or some random cultural stuff.

He was tapped on the shoulder.

“What is it now?”, he inquired from his guard in hushed tones.

“The office just received word of an attack off the coast of France and Ireland, Iceland, Denmark, Morrocco, Brazil, Argentina, Norway and Sweden are looking to join..”, the guard responded in the same hushed tone.

“Oh sweet mercy. We’d have to respond quickly. Call an emergency session with the Security Council minus USA and the other 4 wanting to be in the Security Council. We need to adress this immediately. Just let me eat some katsu then we shall return to the office.”, Soliman ordered the guard.

“The reporters will ambush us in 14 minutes. We have to be back at Malacañang sooner for a presscon. Another long day faces us.”, Makayabyab interjected.

[Patriotic America]

Srgt. Jimmy Harper: Stark-9 recall, we need diver here at Charlie Fox 9.

Yellow 5: We read Srgt,crrrr, Yellow 6 and 12, with me.

Stark-9's coming dive-bombing into Multonian Destroyer bombarding the Corrigeder Island.

Prvt. Tennessee Ricky: S#|! , There's an enemy Battleship coming.

CSS Rebolusyon, CSEA Battleship, starts firing at USS Montana

Kapitan Ramos Sergio: 90 degrees Starboard side now,Pagkatopos, Sugod( after that, charge)

Captain John Dickins: Prepare 17 inch guns. FIRE

CSS Rebolusyon has Turret B damaged while secondary armament disabled

[ConfederationofSEAsia]

Meanwhile in Malacanang
Sir,.we can't hold Corregidor anymore
President Horatio Del Pilar: Well, reroute the 8th April Division
Sir we can't contact them anymore.
President Horatio Del Pilar: God Damnit, Well then reroute the 5th February Regiment
Sir, they surrendered last March
Well, we'll have to meet with the Leader of Pilipinas and Malaya

[Multonia]

"Second wave of bombers inbound!"
Ensign Cheko yelled

-"Counter with artillery barrage!"

A heartbeat later, the close in weapons system opened up with a loud BRRRRRRRTT that it shattered the bombers on radar.

On land, there was fighting as neither army tried to gain the upper hand.

Brady and Vatz were in the middle of an urban area, fighting as dozens of enemy troops poured out of an alley.
"Here they come!"
Rounds drummed into the walls as they took cover and replied with machine gun fire. Vatz shot expertly, clipping five men like toppling dominoes some 200 yards away. It was all in an instant.

"How the heck did they get this close?!" a corporal yelled. "Their mechanized units are still far from here!

-" They're scouts. Just going deep to pick an early fight."

"Then let's go get 'em!" Brady replied as he fired bursts from his rifle, clipping all of them one by one.
"We've got more! Take cover!"
The fight suddenly ended as a group of tanks shelled them in a matter of seconds. When the smoke had cleared, there were corpses, while seven troops in full gear were sprinting towards them.
Corporal Sawyer, seizing the moment, vaulted over the wall they were taking cover from, and screamed as he charged towards the enemy troopers.
"Hey, where'd Sawyer go?" Brady asked?
Five seconds later, no one noticed as four of the enemy soldiers were shoved hard that they simultaneously slammed into wall, hit by a grenade launcher then peppered by rifle fire so fast and so hard they couldn't fire back, followed by a grenade that finished them. Sawyer appeared, with four men by his side.
"Path's clear. Let's move!"

[Nuovo Reppublico di Sicilia]

(I'm just here for the rp, I've got nothing better to do also I'm an ally of RoyalistFrance, ConfederationofSEAsia, EmuAustralia and Trade Republic so why not?)

Patriotic America, because of your imperialist and evil actions towards many a nation and my own allies, I hereby declare war upon you and your allies.

(General Benny) Men, Prepare for war.

(war horn plays)