France Liberated! (2025/MT/PMT-Open)

[6th National Revolutionary France]

“Égalité, Fraternité, Résistance, Tradition, Souverainté”

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OFFICE OF THE PEOPLE'S COMMISSARIAT OF FOREIGN AFFAIRS, EXPATRIATES AS WELL AS DIPLOMACY OF THE SIXTH FRENCH REPUBLIC
DIRECT COMMUNIQUE FROM THE GREAT LEADER HIMSELF

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To Crassus von Hohenzollern-Jagiellon, King of Prussia and Poland

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We are very thankful to you our kind and gracious Polish-Prussian allies, we are very excited to receive Napoleon Boneparte's body it shall be put into a new and glorious Mausoleum in his honor.

Camarade Le Dragon | Glorious Supreme Soviet President of the Sixth French Republic

Off the coast of Freetown


After taking out 18 of the Cargo ships, the Dassualt Rafale fighters were initally planning to make a turn back to base, however new orders were given to finish off survivors possibly fleeing the enemy cargo-ships. The problem with this time would be that they would be going low enough to be spotted by the enemy radar. The Dassault Rafales would then head-towards the burning hulks to take out survivors. The Rafael fighters would utilize their GIAT 30 cannons to fire upon any RHIBs in the water that were spotted and on large groups of surviving men, unleashing the powerful roaring cannons that were strong enough to turn any men into shark-bait.


FreeTown-on the streets

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The street fighting was intense, sirens going off, bombs, men dying, women crying, children crying, men, women and children dying. The bloody vile pirate ratsurgents had brought such brutality to the once peaceful people of Freetown who had so previously suffered under Macron's vile destabalization ratsurgent attempts in their quest for national liberation. Rockets rained down on the buildings from the missile ships, Marion could hear the rockets heading towards her building where she was sniping from, she dropped her rifle running out ducking for cover in a nearby trench as the rockets tore the building apart. "Merde!" she cursed many of her comrades were dead, one of her comrades Commander Jacques was crawling only arms and torso remained. Comrade Jean crawled up to her in his case his legs were blown off, she saw some of her comrades on fire. She saw one of them dead, his head was blown to one place and his body parts were scattered all over. Comrade Jean hugged her, Jean dying blood dripping out of his mouth he was bleeding all over Marion "Comrade Marion, go on without me sister. You need to get to the LZ where the chopper..the cho..the chooaahh..!" Comrade Marion "No brother, you must live."

Jean then said coughing up blood, and "Get to the chopper...." he died and stairing at her his eyes wide open. She cried looking at him and then closed his eyes. "Jean, I will miss you." tears rushing down her face. The situation was critical at this point she checked her Beretta 92FS and it seemed to be in working condition. God, France, Le Dragon and no one else she thought to herself.

She would be going into the fray, she would need to get to the LZ. She noticed large groupings of local African troops surrendering in mass to the pirates. The scene disgusted her, the cowards how could they betray their own land so easily? However at the sametime she understood the hardship of Africa, and the mindset of most Africans. Sierra Leone was still a nation developing a national identity and as Comrade Thomas Sankara said "A Soldier without political training is a criminal." but digressing from that she would soon. Make her way through various alley-ways cutting corners and slicing the pie expecting some form of CQC.

She saw the chopper waiting for her at the LZ however she had a gut-feeling it was not a good time to attempt getting on as it appeared to be attracting small-arms fire. The situation was not good either, if she had brought the radio with her she could have called the chopper off she did not want to see any unnessary deaths. However a good sign occured, the local African troops in the area near the LZ were putting up a fight against the terrorists with many getting on the chopper for evac, so maybe it was worth it she thought to herself. However at the sametime the LZ being in her sight was a dangerous distance away, She began praying the Our Father prayer not in just a vain reputition like that of hypocrite but out of the heart.

A Villa in rural France

Le Dragon sat down outside of his villa in rural France, he was drinking a cup of coffee, sitting with his military advisers who were all smoking Cuban cigars and drinking coffee. The political fat-cats of post-revolutionary societies Le Dragon humiorously thought to himself. However the meeting was not mere leisure despite it rather exquisite setting it was a serious meeting of the utmost importance.

Le Dragon was smiling "So they have advanced deep into Sierra Leone?" he laughed his best General said "Yes our dear Comrade, the bloody fools took the bait." the entire Sierra Leone crisis had been engineered by Le Dragon and his Soviet and German allies. The Mother Earth Revolutionary Army was in reality a slick Soviet asset designed to carry out terrorist attacks against enemy and sometimes friendly economic and industrial infrastructure. The group was staffed with useful idiots from the radical enviromental movement and was used to undermine target nations. The mere policies promoted by MERA were a threat to any sane nation's economy be it Capitalist or Communist. The MERA operated in such a way that made it ALMOST virtually impossible for it to be traced by to Le Dragon or the Soviet Union.

What was Le Dragon's hidden stategy? Why was he allowing a bunch of Radical Enviromentalist Malthusian Nutjobs to attack his own satellite state? Soviet and German strategic planners had offered to help Le Dragon in his master-plan. However a distraction had to be made through a third party (the Mother Earth Revolutionary Army) which was manipulated to purchase the services of the Port Ember based Hawk Privateers firm. Utilizing MERA and HAWK provided the perfect cover for the ultimate false flag to blame the American government for attacking a strategic ally of the 6th Republic since the French agents that were manipulating MERA were all part of the CIA as assets and deep-cover agents, doing this Le Dragon could finally declare war on the Yankee imperialists he had fought so hard across the world by making it appear the CIA was behind the attack when in reality it was Le Dragon's plan all along.

However for Le Dragon new challengers arose, the Exodian states and quite possibly Allanea, Allanea could conpromised with against MERA/HAWK pirates however the Exodian states were bound to eventually clash with the new France. Le Dragon had to tip-toe carefully around this one. This could break out into a new world-war, Le Dragon did have his allies though the Polish-Prussian Commonwealth, the German Kasierreich, People's Democratic Republic of Koryŏ, and Zhouran Le Dragon would have to cross this geo-poltical bridge very carefully if his regime were to survive.

His advisers had devised the plan of sending false informants/shallow moles in the form of spies under the cover of French refugees, which Exodian intelligence could potentially hire for the information they know- this would screw up their intelligence operations/military movements and the French governent could also exploit these spy for some light sabotage. Le Dragon was greatly angered for all that the Exodian Government falsely accused him of.

Exodian Embassy, Paris France

Revolutionary Guard Operator

Activity would start to build up around the embassy around 11:03 PM, Revolutionary Guard operators would commence to deploy around the embassy in a 12 man team. A dozen men were present, waiting for orders to raid the embassy if need be. The Revolutionary Guard was an elite new secret police force of loyalists who were loyal to Comrade Le Dragon.

The head was a local farming man and former Army Airborne unit veteran by the name of Jacques Sorel, He was tall intimidating man of partial German descent from his mother's side he had a long handle-bar moustache and smoked cuban cigars. He was looking at the embassy from the seat of his SUV with his binocs across the street from the embassy.

[United Syndicalist States of America]

America, 2025

Much had changed since the Le Dragon took power, many American citizens were too busy to think about political ideologies while the USA maintained it's neutrality ever since the revolution but on August 18th 2025, the fragile state of the USA would finally burst into an all out civil War. It started out as massive unrest between the Three Percent Movement and many white supremacists, and the left wing IWW, Antifa and the New Socialist Party Of America (NSPA) grew into massive street protests in many major American cities, the violent crackdown on an IWW strike would be the spark that would ignite the bomb that is the Second American Civil War.

[Port Ember]

Off the coast of Freetown

The ocean was still fresh with sinking cargo vessel, fire, oil and blood in a giant mixture of grizly death when the source of this chaos emerged from the clouds, opening fire upon the RHIB's attempting to save the drowning survivors from the unknown below, and at massed groups of floating survivors. Their fate was sealed, souls sent to old Roger in an instant - their souls departing their gruesomely torn-apart flesh. At least the rapidness of their death was a crude form of mercy - there was no time to suffer in agonising pain.

This cruel act of retaliation did however open a second chapter in the carnage of the ocean battle - the planes were now low enough and in range of the battleships still afloat and active. The radar painted them as bright red targets on the radar screens of all the active warships, which immediately sprung to action, opening fire in their attempt to silence the death above. The Orca Class Frigate with its Eagle Killer Anti Air System took the lead in the fight, attempting to electronically jam the planes and lauched a total of 3 missiles per target. The missiles launched from the ship screaming its wail of death and destruction, hoping to extract its sweet revenge.

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The Battle of Freetown

Although the battle of Freetown was clearly forming into a path of clear victory & defeat, the intencity and pace of the streetfighting did not yet subside, the combined forces of the pirates and Bergian mercenaries sweeping the city street for street.

The last large scale resistance was ended with a missile strike to a building which was occupied by a hardliner group of french mercenaries, killing many in a display of grim violence. The mercenaries put up a gallant fight and caused decent casualties against the advancing Bergians, thus when their broken bodies were found, some still barely clinging to life and misery, the Bergian forces showed their respect towards their valiant enemies by mercy shots to the head.

Larger pockets of the militia started surrendering en masse around the city, immediately disarmed and secured - their lives being spared.

The city was falling rapidly now to the Bergian/pirate forces, with the militia realising the futility of resistance, many surrendering, retreating or succumbing in brief firefights. Here and there buildings were hastily occupied and used as a strong point of defence, only to meet the same missile strike fate as before. The raiders still took casualties from the sporadic street fighting, but it was clearly dying down slowly.

One of the few last remaining locations of determined resistance was around the landing area of a rescue helicopter - presumably of the mercenary forces. The militia men hastily dug in and held their ground, in what seemed to be a last stand effort. Once the bird was observed along with the valiant effort of its defence, radio calls came in for assistance. The Bergian forces complied and started rushing towards the area, attempting to reinforce the small group allready in contact. A number of these reinforcements carried along a Panther MANPAD System, hoping they will get close enough to take out the last symbol of defiance.

[6th National Revolutionary France]

Off the coast of Freetown

The French jets were in a panic, missiles were picking them up, about 6 planes would instantly be hit by the missiles in the panic despite releasing flares. Two would eject over the coast, while another two managed to evade and another two would attempt a kamekazi style attack on one of the missile boats while the missiles locked on.



The Battle of Freetown
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Marion decided it was not a good move to make it to the helicopter, she began to scout out the area and noticed the influx of Bergians, Pirates and MERA men. Marion began clearing corners utilizing stealth and moving in a pie like formation until she reached one of the terrorists armed with a MANPAD, she aimed her beretta at him "Freeze! Do not move." aimed at the back of the man's head, she noticed she was holiding up one man whilst she was surrounded by a crowd of terrorists. "You are not soldiers you are murderers!" she said angrily to them all whilst aiming the pistol to the back of the bloody vile ratsurgent's head. The scene she was making was likely to cause a shock in the crowd and scilence.

Comrade Marion explaining who she is

"In case your wondering who I am, I'm the sniper who gunned down your comrades one by one, so now that that we got that out of the way, I demand to speak to your commanding officer or I will splatter the brains of your friend here all over the rubble and dirt. You are not soldiers you are all murderers and you deserve what murderers reap! Only cowards would shoot down a rescue helicopter." she further exclaimed "I ask everyone of you, what is the point of any of you coming here? Do any of you have a bit of conscience. No?"

[Democratic Koryo]

Official Statement of the People's Democratic Republic of Koryŏ

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Defend the Headquarters of Revolution

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It has come to our attention that the Allanean imperialists have taken notice of our righteous response, and have therefore released their own statement attempting to denigrate the Koryŏn people. This shall not be tolerated! The 'Free' Kingdom has claimed that they and their fellow oppressors, Exodia, have not threatened our French comrades, and asked us to provide evidence to the contrary, which we shall now gladly do so.

Firstly, it is important to understand the cowardly nature of the imperialists, and their subsequent reliance on implied and veiled threats, rather than simply proclaiming their intentions directly. Lacking the bravery to speak frankly with their enemies, they resort to deception and weasel-words in a fruitless effort to attempt to claim the moral high ground, as we presently perceive the Allaneans endeavouring to do. The People's Democratic Republic, as a bastion of true freedom from capitalist slavery and deception, has no need to resort to such trickery, and thus addresses the 'moral condemnations' as the veiled threats that they truly are. The Allaneans have thus 'voiced concerns' over the righteous French revolution and deposition of the tyrannical imperialist puppet-government by Comrade Le Dragon in an effort to blacken his name and those of the noble French revolutionaries, and seek to turn the world against in order to fulfil their imperialist agenda under the guise of 'liberation'. This is a common imperialist tactic, one used by the Americans on several occasions, and one that we have grown accustomed to. No imperialist 'moralising' shall deceive the Koryŏn people, nor any of the free socialist peoples of the world, as to their true intentions.

The Exodians, at least, are refreshingly more direct as to the true nature of their schemes. The language in the statement released by their government was explicitly militaristic, with lines such as "You can't reason with evil, but you can keep the powder dry.", "It seems not too long ago when our Commonwealth brothers stormed the beaches of Normandy on Gold and Sword, rifles ready, flags high, and bagpipes playing- playing the song of freedom and the liberation of a people." and most damningly, "If I am forced to make war, then I shall make it well and with utmost zeal on my part.". The Sixth French Republic has not threatened Exodia or the Exodian people, and yet the Exodian government has already begun to talk of war and imperialist 'liberation'. While they claim to be 'forced to make war', this is yet another deception, common to all those too cowardly to take responsibility for their actions, this being: 'why did you make me hit you?' Thus the veiled threats of the imperialists, and the deceptions they use to conceal them, are made clear to all, and the incoherent rambling of the 'Free' Kingdom likewise becomes obvious.

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Hwangsong International Airport
Hwangsong
People's Democratic Republic of Koryŏ

Rain streamed down from a concrete-coloured sky as ambassador Paek Pyong-Chol prepared to board the Air Koryŏ Tupolev Tu-204 airliner that would take him to Paris to meet with Comrade Le Dragon or his representatives. The Koryŏn Worker's Party was interested in establishing proper diplomatic relations and an embassy with the new French regime, believing that they presented an opportunity for the People's Democratic Republic to spread its influence to Europe and acquire a useful ally against the imperialist and anti-communist forces of the world in the process. Reactionaries were already gathering, circling like vultures in their efforts to strike at the Sixth Republic, and it was the duty of Koryŏ, as a fellow revolutionary state, to provide them with assistance.

Assured that the plane was ready for takeoff, ambassador Paek walked across the tarmac to the aircraft, shielded from the downpour by an aide with an umbrella. This was certainly the most important diplomatic operation that had ever been entrusted to him, and he was well aware that the eyes of the Party were fixed on him. Should he fail, he would doubtlessly be removed and replaced, after all, there were always plenty of ambitious souls that would leap at the opportunity to secure such a high-ranking position. He would have to be careful not to give them any excuse to pounce.

[Port Ember]

Off the coast of Freetown

The missiles who franticly chased down the French fast flyers who caused so much death and destruction managed to exact their revenge for their brokenly deceased comrades who is now resting down in the locker with Davy Jones. Six of the ten killers were hit instantly, going down in a brilliant show of exploisons, fire, shattering steel and death.

Two of the pilots managed to eject in time, escaping the same final fate as their machines behind them. These two managed to eventually land on the dry coast. The hate against these two airman was massive, yet Admiral Hawk decided against wasting time and resources to hunt them down.

The remaining two planes zero'd in on a frantic panicking Jolly Roger Missile Boat, hunting missiles in tow. The stressed little naval machine fired at the approaching chaos to no avail. When the chaotic explosions ended, the two airmen and the missile boat with its entire crew alike, moved on to meet their respective creators.

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The Battle of Freetown

It was official - FREETOWN HAS FALLEN.

A massive banner of the Mother Earth Revolutionary Army was hoisted on the flagpole in front of the Townhall in the city center, fresh blood still flowing down the steps leading to the damaged building, smoke still coming from the damaged building.

The streets were mostly empty, except for the recently deceased carcasses of fallen soldiers, flowing blood and burning rubble. One could still hear the roar of sporadic gunshots in the distance which forms part of the final mopping up of the final bastions of resistance.

One of these so called bastions was the landing zone of the so called rescue helicopter, the advance towards it being halted by a single mercenary - a beautifull, yet covered in blood and dirt female of french origin. This lass managed to take hostage a Bergian fighter at gunpoint. She intoduced herself as the sniper who managed to inflict heavy casualties on the raiders and temporarily grind the offensive to a temporary halt. She ranted on to the gathered raiders regarding their apparant evil nature, being murdurers and vile savages and other such insults. She then continued to demand the presence of the Officer Commanding, or she would continue to kill the captured warrior.

The gathered warriors loosely surrounded the lass, ensuring that she could not escape this predicament - and suddenly burst out in laughter. They knew that her threat was useless - the Bergian warrior she held captive was not scared of dying - in fact dying in battle was the highest form of honor. And if she indeed killed him - she would be cut apart in an instant. However the laughter died down suddenly when a large warrior, armed to the teeth and covered in blood appeared through the gathered crowd. The man spoke in a deep commanding voice, his impressive physical stature towering above the rest of his men. "Lass I can respect your skills as an warrior. You have managed to cause my forces much death and frustration, and even escaped death when we destroyed the rest of your French comrades. Those impressive feats are now being tainted with this idiotic move you are pulling now. What do you want lass? And be hasty - I have a city to finish securing."

[Rhyssua]

Off the coast of Freetown

The PCS Gajsek had been heading at best possible speed (about 15 knots) for some time now. Captain Emil Harrer studied the map spread out in front of him, then consulted the data his passive sonar had picked up. Grunting to himself, he straightened up and raised his voice.

"We'll enter their sonar range in fifteen minutes. Reduce speed to six knots on my mark," he said, glancing at a stopwatch. A chorus of aye's greeted his statement as the bridge crew prepared to execute his orders.

"Three, two, one mark," he said, clicking the stopwatch. The other bridge officers hastened to comply, the Gajsek slowing to a crawl. Within ten minutes, they were cruising along at six knots. The slow speed coupled with the Gajsek's nuclear reactor, meant that they were virtually silent. As Harrer's sonar operator liked to say, they were "like a hole in the water".

"Sonar, gather every scrap of data you can get on passive," Harrer called. "We need to know how these guys fight. Moreover, we need to see how they react against our French friends."

The sonar officer nodded, then put his headphones back on and looked back at his console. The Gajsek's mission was an open secret by now; anyone who'd watched the news knew the situation. For now though, all they were assigned to do was gather information. Harrer suspected that he'd do much more before he left though. CINCSUB wouldn't send their flagship on a simple recon mission. Especially if they made sure that the Gajsek's 24 Trident II SSBNs were armed with conventional warheads, as opposed to nuclear ones. Oh, they'd see some action. It was just a question of when.

RhStAC (Rhyssuan Strategic Air Command)

The Bears were doing their job well, and so far had gone largely undiscovered. After deciding that flying through Switzerland posed too many risks, they'd directed their planes away from France, and towards the German and Prussian border, much to the pilots' relief. Altitude or no altitude, flying through the Alps was a royal pain.

As the tactical analysts pored over photographs and radar data charts taken from the Bears, they searched for anything that might be of use. While roads were no secret, each one big enough to fit a column of tanks had to be noted and logged. Gas stations, artillery nests, communications centers, power lines and generators, and missile silos. All were sorted and catalogued, both on the Austro-German and Slovak-Prussian border. Every now and then, photographs would show pictures of the Czech border, which seemed strangely quiet, given all the activity around it.

The Czech situation was being monitored, although so far it seemed that neither the Germans nor the Prussians appeared interested in it. Which was good for the Czechs, since their small nation was surrounded by powerful enemies on three sides. Word on the street was that they'd be able to send recon flights into Czech airspace soon, but the analysts knew that unconfirmed reports were useless. At least until the fighting started. If it ever started.

[6th National Revolutionary France]

Langley, Virginia CIA HQ-Secret meeting with American President James Armstrong

John Armstrong sat at the table looking over files, a huge mistake had been made somehow the wanted terrorist Comrade Le Dragon had managed to overthrow the French Government over throwing the CIA backed dictatorship of Emmanuel Macron. Armstrong was a career field agent with a lot of field experiance. Also sitting at the table was what many called "the next Zbignew Breziznski" CIA strategist Jack Goldman. The current situation was being heavily evaluated by the CIA's high command, for years the CIA was in secret control of America and was manipulating French elections for a long time, however one man always managed to successfully evade and out-do them and that man was Comrade Le Dragon and his gang of merry men, a man who was like a new Robbin Hood fighting against the CIA oppression. However Jack Goldman was not in anyway worried. "I have a cleverly devised strategy to finally take on Le Dragon, the one hired the current Pirate invasion force is Jacques DeMolise, he is one of our agents but has been acting as a double agent for Le Dragon. Le Dragon beleives he pulled off a succesful false flag to blame us with but the entire thing will end up biting him in the ass, because Jacques wont be escaping to some island alive, we will be putting him in a body bag before he can shame us and have the Sierra Leone mess traced back to us. Imagine the stain on Le Dragon's reputation this scandal will create, we will be able to get the truth of this shitty little false flag out and Le Dragon's own people will lose respect for him. Jacques himself was one of Le Dragon's chief officers despite his facade of being one of us. We have to kill him or capture him before Le Dragon does." Goldman laughed heavily, his master CIA strategy to take down Le Dragon put into action.

John looked on "I assume you want me to infiltrate Sierra Leone and make contact with Jacques and then kill him right?"

Goldman then said "That is correct John."

American President Bob Jackman

America President Bob Jackman was also present at the meeting "Your goal is to meet up with Jacques and make contact with him for us, Le Dragon's revolutionary ideas are spreading to the states and we cannot have this, his name needs to be tarnished. Currently terrorists in the Northeast have been causing destabalization and we beleive this is Le Dragon's attempt to bite us in the ass, we know that he was working with drug cartels across the Mexican border to finance his operations. "


He turned on the television, showing the events in Sierra Leone, "Le Dragon's proxy has already taken over Freetown, which will provide you agent plenty of cover to carry our his operations. Your fighting for the good name of America John, so do not tarnish it, Le Dragon does not want this being traced back to him so the sooner we expose the truth, the better."

Footage of rebels taking over FreeTown

The Battle of Freetown

The helicopter stood there, Marion realizing the odds were against her put down her Beretta and surrendered, "Who the Hell hired all of you bastards!" she asked. Jacques Demolise revealed himself among the miltiamen "It was me mademoiselle." a man walked out from the crowd, he was handsome, muscular and wore a fedora and trenchcoat with two katanas around his back.

Marion looked on with shock "Damn! it cant be, Jacques why?" Jacques then said "I organized this entire thing, because Le Dragon is not fit to be running France, he is neither sane nor competent. So I used the MERA organization as a cover, and hired these men of the HAWKs privateers. Comrade Marion join me and we can save France! I have organized another group of men that the CIA armed, they are coming in from neighboring Liberia via helicopter calvary and they are going to clean this place up of the MERA members and I am going to fake as if I liberated this place from MERA myself. The world will never know the truth of what really went down here!"

"This makes no sense at all." she said "You working for the CIA the entire time? You orhestrated this entire attack." this entire thing angered her "Damn you, you pathetic son of a bitch. All you and Le Dragon worked hard for destroyed."

Jacques stood there calmly "Le Dragon is no hero, and neither am I. I know you feel attached to him, you couldn't keep your legs closed for him even." A felt of shame fell down on Marion, she blushed and put her head down realizing the wrong she had done. "You can have her, just shoot down that damn helicopter and lets get this shit over with."

[Democratic Exodian Territories]

Exodian embassy

While night had fallen, there was still plenty work to do.
While the crowds outside of the embassy had thinned, many still walked outside the lights of the embassy in the summer Paris air, others driving past. In the meanwhile, a few Exodian personnel utilized light exoskeletons to move additional supplies in, as well as start to reinforce the area with sandbags, chicken wire, police barricades, and whatever they had lying around in storage areas, from spare corrugated steel sheets to wood and spare cinderblocks.

The entire situation had shifted the embassy workers and security into overdrive, officiating diplomatic passage for those who had sought refuge in the embassy, preparing for the influx of new arrivals in the next day, and, naturally, securing the perimeter.

They could feel something was off, and one of them caught it.
"This is Cricket to all security channels. I'm seeing a potential threat- one Peugeot, the black one, from across the street. Just arrived a couple of minutes ago. I'm seeing binoculars observing us from the driver's side, and the passengers are wearing body armor and what appear to be GIGN fatigues."

The sniper at the window, waiting for a response, zoomed in with his night-vision sight on the SUV.

"CP to Cricket. Are they armed, and do they seem to be preparing for an engagement?"
"Cannot confirm with visual, sir, but logic tells me clearly so."

"Any more?"
"Can't see others besides the SUV, sir."

At that, lights flickered on inside the embassy building.
"CP to all security personnel, we have a potential threat outside the building. We are at a Code Yellow Alert- all security personnel are to be readied for a potential engagement. You are authorized to retrieve GPMGs and support weapons from the armory and put our protective vehicles on standby."

As the rest of the Exodian Secret Service personnel (total 25) and fireteam of 10 Executive Guards were rustled from their quarters in the ambassador's apartment and back of the embassy, those who were awake turned on all exterior lights, suddenly brightening up the facility to any outsiders nearby.

5 Sigma IMG-153s, copies of the Rheinmetall MG3, were positioned at windows and doorways, and a pair of .50-caliber HMGs were mounted in similar locations facing opposite sides of the building, outward. More personnel- 5 more in total- came on overwatch to assist the observers and snipers.

All the while, Cricket flicked the safety off of his rifle.

Make a move.
I'm daring you.

[6th National Revolutionary France]

Exodian embassy

A team of 18 more operators would show up, all of them armed with SIG SG 550 assault rifles, the Revolutionary Guard followed each-other in a V formation. Following them would. Another team was stationed in a neighboring building, armed with SIG SG 550s equipped with recent Government produced copies of the M203 grenade launcher. The operators had not received any orders for a raid or anything yet and most of what was going on was muscle flexing ordered by Le Dragon.


Occupied Freetown

Marion looked at the pirates "Are you going to kill me? It does not really seem fair, I put down my weapons." Jacques Demolise "Don't play like your innocent, the pleasure you got out of killing them, I know and I've seen your work. You often like to bait your enemies by shooting the limbs of their friend and keeping them alive to slowly bleed out to draw the others out, You even told me yourself that is your favorite tactic."

"You bastard." she spat at him, Jacques slapped her "You dirty bitch."

Jacques said "However I cannot bare to see you killed, before I give an order on what is to be done with you. I want a vote from these everyone of these men here because isn't that what Le Dragon taught us? Let the people decide? After their vote then I will choose and give the order to them on what they are to do with you."

[Reorganisieren Reichregierung]

Oberkommando des Wehrmacht
Wünsdorf-Waldstadt, Provinz Brandenburg
Deutsches Reich

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While the globalists in Langley were poring over files about how to subvert governments for Uncle Samantha, Reich Minister of Defense Reichsmarshall Kurt von Seeckt was doing the same thing. After all, he and his fellow German officers collaborated with the Soviet Union to help Le Dragon pull off this false flag attack to create a casus belli against all those who glow in the dark.

While all was going according to plan, Kurt thought, the CIA probably got wind of this operation and they are probably going to stop it by making DeMolise do a Seth Rich or something similar. It was time to wrap up this operation before Jacques got Epsteined. He then sent out his orders to the heada of the OKM, OKL and OKH, as well as a copy for the Kaiser to peruse.

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Oberkommando des Wehrmacht

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TOP SECRET

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SIERRA LEONE OPERATION "UNTERNEHMEN HERKULES"

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Overview

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Recently, a double agent by the name Jacques DeMolise has been encouraged to use his CIA-backed group to instead launch an attack on Sierra Leone, which has passed into the French sphere of influence via proximity to other French-influenced nations. The actual attack was carried out by a mercenary group with access to light naval vessels, associated with Port Ember as their naval vessels are types made there, paid for by the Rothschild money available to DeMolise's group.

As the MERA has taken over Freetown and is possibly holding it with their own volunteer operatives, it is impossible for this development to escape the attention of the CIA, MI6, Mossad and the like. Thus, they will move to eliminate DeMolise and with him any evidence implicating him of being a CIA agent, and expose the hidden hand behind all this, which is ironic, as the multipolar world has been trying to expose the hidden hand of the CIA in all the illegal wars of aggression carried out by native askaris called "color revolutions".

With this in mind, it is time to close the curtain before the CIA can pierce the veil and turn the trap laid for them into the death blow to the multipolar world. The mercenaries they hired must be swept away and Jacques DeMolise captured or at least killed by friendly forces who will expose his CIA identity while scrubbing him clean of any connection to us.

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Operational Requirements

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To keep the surviving naval force under pressure, the 6 Su-34s currently flying in support of Marshal Haftar in Libya under the [REDACTED] shall be diverted to Sierra Leone instead, together with their supporting infrastructure and a Airbus A330 MRTT tanker shall be made available to support this formation.

The naval assault on the MERA flotilla shall be carried out by Carrier Group [REDACTED], which is composed of the aircraft carrier Adolf Hitler, the missile cruisers Admiral Hipper and Blücher, and the destroyers Z1, Z2, Z3 and Z4 and Surface Warface Group [REDACTED], composed of the missile battleship Großer Kurfürst, the missile cruisers Deutschland, Admiral Scheer and Prinz Eugen, and the destroyers Z5, Z6, Z7 and Z8. No amphibious landings will be attempted until the enemy naval force has been completely destroyed.

The Division Schnelle Kräfte shall be transported from metropolitan Germany to a preliminary staging area in Tobruk in Marshal Haftar's Libya, and from there shall be transported to Sierra Leone to perform an airbrone assault over Freetown to expel MERA from the city. In addition, the Division Eingreifkräfte will be sent to the preliminary staging area in Tobruk as well and from there will be sent to Sierra Leone, to provide a second force in case MERA can repel an airborne mechanized assault.

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Objectives
•Conclude [REDACTED] successfully before outside forces can intervene.
•Destroy both MERA fighting capability and whatever organization is currently fighting under the banner of MERA - MERA is not known to have any organic naval force.

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[Port Ember]

Sierra Leone - Freetown

The city was still mostly empty as the citizens were hiding in their homes to hide from the raider forces still rushing through the streets. The fighting was basically over, however sporadic gunfire could still be heard when a raider patrol happened upon a lone militia man who was still alive and did not attempt to surrender.

Even with the city almost empty and in hiding, the streets were still bustling with activity - the pirates looting buildings of worth for their precious cargo, buildings such as banks and jewelry stores, chosen for cargo which was light haul but extremely valuable. Whilst this looting was taken place, the Bergian's was allready starting to hand over the city to the 'real' MERA troops. It was clear that the raiders were not planning on staying for much longer.

At the last point of resistance - the rescue helicopter landing zone, the Bergian reinforcements arrived and bolstered the forces already in contact. The firefight did not last much longer after this, the militia being overrun and eliminated. The battle for Freetown was then symbolically ended when a Bergian mercenary launched his Panther MANPAD, ending the grounded chopper, its occupants and the resistance in a brilliant show of exploding fire and death.

Not far from this final scene, and in view of it, the Bergians still surrounded the surrendered yet defiant Marion. The Bergian officer present was instantly agitated with their employer Jacques Demolise, as he announced that they were to vote on the fate of Marion, yet he would give the final order. What angered the officer was the fact that his Bergian troops did not vote on tactical decisions. They acted on orders from their officers, being himself. Lastly, they were told that the Bergian's held full tactical decision making privelages, which was contractually obligated. The Bergians did not take kindly to receive orders from outsiders - except from their immediate employer - whom was Admiral Hawk. And even he knew better not to interfere in the fight. The Bergian officer decided to swallow his anger and humor this Frenchy. He looked over to Marion, seeing a broken and confused yet VERY angry women. He respected this women as a fellow but opposing warrior. He looked over to his men, seeing in their eyes they felt the same.

"Mister Demolise, this women surrendered." He turned to face the defiant warrior "Believe it or not madam, we are not murderers. We are warriors in the truest sense of the word. We live and die for the glory of fair combat against fellow warriors.". He turned back to Demolise, "Our vote is to hand her over to the MERA forces alive, along with te other captured forces. There is no honor in executing a surrendering prisoner."

[Reorganisieren Reichregierung]

Tobruk
Libya

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The Wehrmacht was still the pinnacle of German efficiency after all these years. As Marshal Haftar has pushed the various jihadists back to Tripoli at this point in time, Tobruk was a relatively safe place to stop over for the long flight to Freetown. 747s laden with men and materiel flew frok everywhere in Germany to Tobruk to drop off their men, who were loaded onto recently arrived Il-76s in preparation for the drop over Freetown.

Marshal Haftar did not seem to mind the fact that Germans will soon be swarming over his capital because days before, the German ambassador spoke to him about resisting the goddamned UN and all that, and casually mentioned that there was a backlog of relatively modern military equipment in Germany in storage, along with some passing statements about of economic aid. Also, the detachment of planes to be sent to Sierra Leone has been in Libya for some time, helping the House of Representatives against their jihadist foes, and Haftar probably remembered this.

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East Atlantic

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As the task forces assigned to the operation were the ones normally prowling the North Sea, all the naval force had to do was change course after waiting for their tankers and supply ships. Their mission was to rendevous with ths French carrier task force and plink away at the scrap-iron flotilla with aircraft and long range missiles. One would say a Kalibr or an Oniks was overkill for such puny ships, but these things were capable of killing the gold-plated 9000-ton AEGIS destroyers that escorted the naval task force, in case a US Navy F/A-18 or an Israeli F-15 showed up.

While the task force was somewhere in the North Sea - two nuclear attack submarines were ordered to meet up with the French fleet, returning from a patrol of the Gulf of Mexico. These were Type 6000s - a scaled up Type 216 diesel submarine offered by the makers of the Type 216 themselves, TKMS, when the German government put out a tender for a nuclear powered submarine. Weighing in at 8000 tons, carrying 28 cruise missiles and equipped with all the experience TKMS has in making stealthy diesel electric submarines, also in service with the Kriegsmarine, the Type 6000 is a match for any US aircraft carrier that would show up to interfere, and could sweep away missile boats with ease.

Orders not from the defense ministry or the OKW, but the OKM, were responsible for this development. The defense ministry and the OKW asked for so-and-so to be done, and who had to do it, but how it was to be done hinged on whoever was asked to do it. So the admirals ordered a sub or two to be pulled from patrol and attached to the task force.

Via satellite uplink, the commander of the combined task force, Vizeadmiral Bruno Rogge, called up his French counterpart for a teleconference about how the final offensive would go down, and informed him that 2 German submarines will be in the area shortly to meet up with his fleet.

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Sierra Leone

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As the smallest force involved in the operation, and the fastest, the Su-34s and their unit were in position to assault the attacking MERA forces, if the last of their supplies and ground support units have arrived, which they have not. However, as their air defense frigate was still live, they still would not go into action immediately, as 6 planes are easy pickings for a modern air defense system, unless the system was either overwhelmed with decoys or low value targets, or the attackers simply stayed out of range.

That is why the pilots were also waiting for a wing of drones, whose HQ controlled all the MQ-9 Reapers attached to German expeditionary forces from Libya to Syria. The drones were going to conduct what was tantamount to a suicide attack, with their objective being to launch a PARS-3 missile at a boat before the frigate or a missile boat's MANPADS got them. While all the hullaballo was going on, the Su-34s were going to launch missiles at the frigate and hope it goes down. The unit commander received a call from the OKL, who notified him of the reinforcements that the OKL ordered to Sierra Leone, after they heard of the Rafales shot down on a mopping-up operation. Already, some of the drones have arrived, on the airlifter 747s that brought the paratroopers to Tobruk, and it would be a matter of time before the full complement of drones would arrive.

The pilots had their pick of anti-ship missiles - available to them was the YJ-12, which could be launched from 400km away at Mach 4, the YJ-18, which could be launched from 540km away at most and had a terminal speed of Mach 3, the 3M-54AE, which had a range of 300km, and the Perseus, which also had a range of 300km but travelled at Mach 5.

[6th National Revolutionary France]

"Well you hear that Marion? You get to live." he smiled "She will be a bargaining chip for me, she's Le Dragon's lover. "


He then said
"I want you men to know something, I was being used by everyone, Le Dragon wants me to use this entire thing to give casus belli against the CIA by giving a forced confession on live television. I changed my mind about that a long time ago. Le Dragon changed when he sold me out, the CIA will likely also try to come kill me just to try and prove I was working with Le Dragon or they might also try and make me give some forced confession in exchange for my life. I will not live as the tools of a bunch of lying suits in Washington or Paris, I'm a freeman. I'm joining you guys."

"I'm not sure how much time we have to make it back the ships, we've already alerted the world's super-powers. My CIA handlers will be dispatching a kill team that will operate as a fake liberation force, their target is most likely me. So if we are smart, we would go to Libera and cross the border."

East Atlantic

The French were awestruck about the number of planes shot down during the attempt to kill hAWK survivors, another small squadren was dispatched from the same Air-craft carrier, this time 10 planes. The planes were armed with anti-ship cruise missiles like the ones that attacked the cargo-ships earlier. They were each flying in a V formation, this time the target would be the missile boats.

[Eclius]

Rome, Eclius

10 years passed since Eclius went into the era of Pax Eclisia, with unprecedented amount of money went into the infrastructure and development. Though it all shattered with Camerade Le Dragon overthrew the old French government. Inside a sleeky, high-tech conference room, a woman in blonde hair and grayish blue business attire sat at the end of the table, and asked "what is the situation in France?"
"Terrible, Imperatrix, Camerade Le Dragon overthrew Macron's old government. This is a terrible news to our economy. Though not explicitly declared, we have reason to believe that Le Dragon could potentially move against Eclisian government"
"Imperatrix, we need to strike now, this madness needs to end" says General Milonius, "this fits the interest of our country both politically and economically"
"Doing so would certainly break the ice with Exodians"
Imperatrix Caesaris Tiberia looked at the live broadcast of the situation outside Exodian embassy, then said, "Rodriguez's got a handful that's for sure...Cervidus, send representatives to New Collective City, and evacuate all Eclisians that are currently in France. Also, I need to speak with Shang directly".

To prevent foreign attempts to intercept the call, a high-tech satellite phone was used. Tiberia's secretary dialed the number to Governor Diego Rodriguez's office,then quietly waited for response.

[Democratic Exodian Territories]

Exodian embassy

"I see them! 18 hostile infantrymen in full tactical gear, advancing in a flying wing formation! Automatic weapons-SIG SG 550s, at our rear!"
"Counting at least 7 more in that office building. Grenade launchers on underbarrels."

"All security personnel, this is CP! Dress for a potential engagement and be ready for an attack on the embassy. We are at a Code Red Alert!

"What do we have here?"
"EL80 gas guns- grenade launchers for flashbang or tear, six of them. And over here's three 81mm mortars, modified to fire non-lethal rounds. Let's get them out and start moving."

"C'mon. Start waking the civilians and get them ready to move if need be- and please, for God's sake, get Mr. Hartman up and moving."

While all tried their best to control their side of the situation, it felt to many as if the entire building's population was on the verge of collapsing into madness. Civilians waiting for asylum, mostly Westerners but a large amount of Middle Easterners and foreigners, were hurriedly herded by Exodian Secret Servicemen into the lounge, which was being converted into a secure area and sealed off from the lobby.

Meanwhile, an ESS security guard in full battle dress hurried up the stairs to the Ambassador's office, a submachine gun slung over his shoulder, and knocked on the door.

"Sir- it's getting worse. It might be time for you to go."

The door opened, and a bespectacled man in his early-mid forties with salt-and-pepper hair sighed to himself, before speaking in a calm voice that still betrayed how weary he was.
"Le Dragon wouldn't have a reason to attack this place- or shouldn't, at least. There's no tactical reason to capture an embassy on your own territory, and the only thing here for him are civilians, many of them foreigners, seeking safety. A man like that might not be concerned with hurting innocent lives- but his reputation?"

"Whatever reason they have- I shouldn't have to talk about the danger to your life. If they get to you-"

"Then they get to me. This place is mine; and I have just as much reason to defend it as you do. The civilians?"

"Getting quartered downstairs, sir."

Hartman ran his hand through his hair.
"Just a moment, then."

He walked back over to his computer.

Official Diplomatic Communique- To Prussian-Polish, Rhyussan, Allanean, Spanish, and British officials of state affairs
This is Andre Hartman, Exodian Ambassador to France. I ask you to forgive me for my informality, this was written in haste- no less than a distress call.

I ask, on the behalf of the Exodian personnel who work for and defend this embassy and the civilians we are protecting within it, for immediate aid.

We have an estimated 40 civilian asylum-seekers that are quartered within this facility and we are currently facing upwards of 48 well-armed troops sent by Le Dragon's government, and 35 of our own personnel with light armament. Additionally, we have no proper way of transporting all of us with the number of vehicles we have, and it is unlikely we can get to safety if we attempt to flee.

As it is now, we have little chance of holding back a potential assault, and while it is good to have faith, our own countrymen are geographically very distant from France and have even fewer chance of a rescue.

I put my hope into the grace and good-heartedness of the international community to help those in need- We will stand but we cannot stand alone.

God bless, and God save us.

The agent charged with Hartman's assistance and protection balked a little.

"The Prussian-Poles, sir? They're on Le Dragon's side. You really think they would help?"

Hartman turned to him, his eyes teary a bit.
"An honest appeal to humanity can't be turned down. Old friendships still might shine through."

The agent waved a hand. "Let's get you situated. Now that that's out, we still might have a chance for rescue."

The Ambassador smiled solemnly, and pulled an LAC PS-R/C pistol from a drawer, press-checking it and sliding it into a concealed-carry holster.
He, like many Exodians, had chosen the path of enlistment in their country's armed forces in his youth- the Exodian Air Force, to be exact. While he'd never seen combat and had been discharged at least a decade ago, he still carried the responsibility of a soldier, and maintained the confidence that he could have that responsibility.

"Let's go to the armory and get some body armor. A Maxwell dress shirt and tie isn't enough."

........

Downstairs in the lobby, a group of Executive Guards and ESS personnel stood around a Codec manpack radio, ready to begin a broadcast.

"We're sending on all frequencies?"
"Yes, sir."

"Starting in three, two, one-"

"This is the Exodian Secret Service and Foreign Service Executive Guard.
We are speaking directly to the Revolutionary personnel outside of the embassy.

If you do choose to engage, you will be endangering the lives of civilians- many of them French citizens- and foreign diplomatic personnel. There is no tactical reason in the capture or destruction of a diplomatic mission protecting noncombatants and foreign state staff.

This is a blatant violation of diplomatic and military conduct, and we will not surrender to any attempt at intimidation or threat of violence."

Democratic Exodian Territories
Federal Chateau, the Governor's Study (5:18 PM)

Rodriguez rubbed his temple, trying to stay calm as the men in front of him tossed the subject back and forth.

"I don't want to be a pessimist but it's damn impossible. There's no way we can secure communication from Le Dragon or any of his cronies, put anything in the air, and conduct a rescue without being shot down or even running out of fuel in the process- and that's not counting the massive time it takes for it. We're across the bloody ocean from them and they're stranded in hostile territory that could be set off in an instant." Admiral Thomas Scottson, Rodriguez's Minister of Defense, shook his head.

"Have we tried contact with a neighboring country? The Rhyssans, the British, the Prussian-Poles?" Felix Diaz, his Minister of State spoke up. "Neutral countries like Spain might even have a chance."

"Ambassador Hartman already put forward a distress call to those nations. after he notified me about the situation. And it wouldn't be logical for others to expend military resources to rescue a foreign diplomatic mission in the middle of a country about to make war with them." Rodriguez said, taking a moment to breathe.

"Best we can do is simply wait and pray." Charles Stahl, his Lieutenant Governor, said in a voice just above a murmur. "If I had a brilliant idea, I would've said it."

The Governor clenched his hand into a fist, trying desperately to keep himself steady. What was he supposed to tell the press? The Exodian ambassador and the civilians- Exodian citizens in them, no less- were to be left to die or worse in the hands of terrorists?

You took this job. he reminded himself, biting his tongue. You're the one who stepped up to the challenge, and now the challenge is right in front of you.
You're going forward and you're never going back.

A knock on the door came, and an aide, Sandy Rhystrom, came through, escorted by an Executive Guard and a pair of Exodian Secret Service agents.

"Mr. Governor, we're getting a diplomatic communique in the form of a phone call from the Eclisians-"

"Fuck 'em."
A curse, just under his breath, escaped Rodriguez's lips. He leaned back in his chair, slouching a bit as he stared at the lines on his mahogany desk.

Rhystrom continued, not changing her tone of voice.
"EIM and ESS technicians have screened and decrypted the call to the maximum amount. It's clean and on a secure transmission, and they're-"

"Fuck them!" Rodriguez growled, suddenly bursting out in emotion and barely keeping his rage under control. "The last thing we fucking need are those sogging chaperos attempting to swindle us out of our testicles at this very fucking moment! Tell that bloody slag of a bitch Tiberia we don't want any of her bullshit proposals!"
At this, he pounded his fist on the table and hid his face in his hands for a solid four seconds, trying to regain a professional composure.

"I'm terribly sorry, Sandy, I don't mean anything against you. You're doing wonderfully."

"So, do you want us to decline?" Rhystrom's lip betrayed a hint of a mischievous smile, as did the security personnel.

"Let the phone ring and don't damn pick it up for anybody." Rodriguez stated solidly.

"I'll let them know, sir." She turned, walking briskly down the hall.

"Good choice." Stahl leaned back, grinning.
"I think you said what we all wanted to say." Diaz laughed, a somber undertone but still in good nature.

The group shared the moment for a fleeting second, before Rodriguez clasped his hands in front of his face.
"Now, let's get down to business in dealing with this situation as a whole- but I'm not leaving until we get some good news out of Paris."

[Eclius]

Athens, Eclius

Meanwhile in Athens, a mysterious old man by the code name of "professor" received a top secret call from Bureau of Foreign Intelligence directly. He smiled, sipped a glass of expensive Falernian wine, then stroked his beard gently, he mumbled to himself, "this...is going to be fun".

Few hours later, the weekly political talk show, Policy Hour With Aciliana went alive all over the nation. "hello everyone, and welcome to Policy Hour With Oppia Aciliana, this week we're with Dr.Primus Stertinius Eborius from University of Neapolis School of Foreign Relations and Politics. He's indeed one of the youngest professors in the University of Neapolis and a recipient of Imperial Scholars Award. Great to meet you professor". "Thank you", Dr. Eborius said, "it's my utmost honor to be here". "So Dr. Eborius, can you please explain the situation in France to us?" Oppia Aciliana asked, "it's quite a mess over there".
"Indeed. The situation is France is truly a tragedy, and the rioters have violated the basic rights and freedoms of the locals in many different ways possible. However, many deemed this socialistic uprising to be something that's natural, it's more or less a natural human response to pressure"
"right, so it happened as a result to what kind of pressure?"
"Well, the movement happened mostly due to the domestic issues in France, as well as political and economic pressure from foreign countries. As you may know, one of the main goals of this movement is to protect the working class, and a protest against the conventional form of politics and international free trade."
"So is there a particular faction or entity that the rioters see as the main foreign 'enemy'?" Aciliana asked.
"Well, I mean, based on the news, one can easily see whom the protestors consider as the foreign threat that's messing up the politics in France. We Eclisians, for instance, we always practiced fair trade, we always made sure that the foreigners who work for our country are regarded as one of us, we have laws that protect the workers' interests. Meanwhile, some countries are against these sort of policies, which lead to the uprising."
"right, thank you very much Dr. Eborius. To everyone who's currently watching Policy Hour With Aciliana, please feel free to comment your thoughts on your Facebook, Twitter and instagram accounts, you may also call or text us at 1-900-461-0903 to express your thoughts. We'll be back to Comment Hour after a quick commercial break".

Few minutes after, commercial break ended.
"comment from LostLimbs00123" Aciliana read, "though the acts done by the rioters were condemn-able, it's understandable at the same time. Exodians have done many horrible things to France and to the world, they deserve the embassy crisis. Rodriguez is nothing but a hot mess unlike former Governor William Shang'. Comment from IAMnotGagy, 'Le Dragon is a threat not only to Eclius, but also to the world. Eclisian government should provide humanitarian relief to those struggling in France' Those are some very questionable comments. Dr. Eborius, what do you think?"
"Well, for starters, the ongoing chaos in France doesn't benefit anyone. It's important for us to collaborate with other governments and seek to solve this problem in a diplomatic fashion. In terms of Governor Rodriguez specifically, well, there are supporters and haters, just like my instagram page <laughs>, so I won't comment specifically on the matter. The issue at hand is that France is undergoing a large humanitarian crisis. It's agreeable that the supporters of the movements committed various acts that are otherwise illegal and unethical".

[Port Ember]

Freetown - Sierra Leone

This new revelation from Jacques Demolise was met with a fair amount of anger. The raiders were being set up and sent straight into a trap. The Bergians however understood the utmost vital truth of combat - that emotion had no place or time during a firefight. Anger, hatred, revenge, sadness - there would be sufficient time to feel those and act upon it when they were back home alive. Thus the Bergian officer held back the urge to gut the frenchy like a wildboar on the spot, and radio'd the armada to inform them of the new revelation. After a short period of a heated conversation - a salty one to say the least (even the devil himself would cringe at the series of salty and.. creative language used), a hasty plan was drafted and immediately acted upon.

The pirates who pillaged the city was allready at the docks, and were instructed to cease any looting operarion and board the vessels with immediate effect. Once this rapid motion occurred, the armada started setting course. The armada broke off into small groupings, the 'Packets' as the pirates named them. They started sailing off at best speed, all in different directions. They knew reprisal opperations were imminent- at least with this method the entire armada would not be destroyed and hopefully the bulk of the fleet could escape.

The Bergians were to deep inland and would take too long to reach the armada, placing the armada at risk, alomg with their own lives. Thus they decided to follow the plan of the Frenchy (whom they were still verry much angry at), and escape on land. What followed was a chaotic period where the Bergians rapidly scrambled to aqcuire transport - stealing trucks, busses and pickup's - anything and everything that could serve as reliable transport were commandeered. This turned out to be a lot of vehicles, attempting to cram 700 warriors into ad hoc transport was no easy feat.

[The Orion Islands]

“Mr. President, the French government was overthrown by a terrorist with aid from the rioters.” President Rudolph Anson rose from his seat, the color of his face drained away, and his expression went to one of pure anger. “What is his ideology?”
“A mix of most communist ideologies, including socialism with Chinese characteristics, Juche, and the ideology that rules Iran. They have proposed seizing our companies and nationalizing them. They also want to destroy America. It gets worse. OIA assets have linked a puppet government in Sierra Leone to this regime. Radical pirates have attacked, and the French occupation government has fought back. Naval assets appear to have pulled out. We have conflicting reports on who set them up. It could be the CIA, it could be the French occupation government.”
“I refuse to involve Orionite soldiers in any operation in Sierra Leone. I also refuse to launch a direct attack on the French homeland. Have they any agents among our French population?”
“Not that we know.”
“Get any surviving Macron officials out of there so they can set up a government in exile.”
Official Statement by the Right Honorable Rudolph Anson, by the Grace of God, President of the Republic of the Orion Islands
“We condemn in the strongest possible terms the communist takeover of the French Republic. The massive human rights abuses, including religious persecution, the murder of political opponents, and the theft of private property cannot be tolerated. It is also noted that this regime is associated with various other undesirable regimes that seek to destroy Western democracy. The following measures shall be taken.
All Orionite citizens are to evacuate France including her overseas territories.
The Orionite embassy to France and all consulates are to be closed.
All persons fleeing this regime will be granted asylum upon arrival on Orionite soil.
It is no longer permitted for Orionite citizens to travel to any French territory.
These measures are only the beginning of our actions against this regime. In fact, a group of former French officials have formed the Provisional French Republic in exile, which we recognize as the legitimate government of France. The Orionite Republican Armed Forces are now on DEFCON 4. The new regime is warned any action to destroy any other government will be met with severe sanctions.”

[Rhyssua]

Sarpedos

"The question is," the Secretary of Defense said, raising an eyebrow at the First Citizen. "Why do we still have an embassy with them? They've committed numerous human rights abuses, murdered their last government in cold blood, and-

Gajsek sighed through his nose. The Secretary of Defense was a good man, but he was the kind of person who would always take a machete over a scalpel, even if delicate surgery was required. He had no sense of tact, which was a poor quality considering that the military was spread out across the bickering provinces. He made up for it by making sure the active military was in prime fighting condition. The reservists had a fair amount of training, and often functioned as para-military police corps. But the army's Strike Division, the RAF and the Navy of the People's Confederation were in top shape.

"Because," Gajsek said, drawing out the word for emphasis. He nodded off to his right, where two women conversed in hushed tones. One of them was Nadja Lukan, Gajsek's disturbing chief of Foreign Intelligence. The other controlled Domestic Intelligence.

"We need to keep the embassy open so we can pull our agents out if the need arises," he said, wincing as he remembered the last time he'd used that strategy. The Raj had kept its ID chips a secret from outsiders, until about thirty-five agents learned it the hard way. Another six escaped via the embassy, with one of them being shot on the embassy grounds. The resulting scandal had been a boon for Rhyssua, but Gajsek had no desire to repeat the exercise.

"Besides," he continued. "Germany and Prussia sit right on our border, and they have embassies with France. The last thing we need is to provoke them any further. Now," he said, clapping his hands together. "Show me what you've got."

The Secretary of Defense nodded, then pointed to a map of Europe. Rhyssuan troops were orange, German were black, and the Prussian were red.

"I don't think France will attack us directly at first," he explained. "At the very worst, they'll send a few divisions to aid the Germans through already established fronts, but they won't open up a new one. Our navy and their associated aircraft will be able to disrupt the German flow of supplies at Tobruk, thereby protecting our southern flank. Once Tobruk and the rest of German Libya have been neutralized, the navy will assume a defensive stance near the entrance to the Adriatic."

Gajsek nodded.

"Go on," he said.

"Sir," the Secretary of State interrupted, striding into the room just short of a run. "Two things."

"Go on," Gajsek said, ignoring the Defense Secretary's hurt look.

"There seems to be an incident at the Exodian embassy, and the Orion Islands have issued a condemnation."

"Approach them," Gajsek said. "See if they'd be interested in an alliance."

[Eclius]

Rome, Eclius

Few minutes passed and no one picked up the call on the other end. Spetimus, Tiberia's personal secretary decided to end the call. He exited the secretarial office, went through a series of automated doors, then entered the conference room. He bowed to TIberia and the Inner Senate gently, and announced, "Imperatrix, ladies and gentlemen of the Inner Senate, Rodriguez decided not to reply." Tiberia flocked smiled, she responded in a mockingly tone, " well, isn't that amusing? Rodriguez...relative to his predecessor, he's got ten times the attitude while less than a quarter of the competence."
"The boy chose his perceived dignity over the safety and security of his people when he denied our calls." Senator Cenaeus said, as one of the elder members of the Inner Senate, he was known to be harsh and critical. "Quite unprofessional, and indeed very foolish."
"He dug the graves for his own people." Said Senator Corvina, she smirked, then continued. "Rodriguez is likely to be cursing, calling us names in his private little mansion, while his people in Paris could lose their life any second. It's likely that he's hoping for some sort of miracle, though that is unlikely. Nevertheless, the threat of Le Dragon remains. I would recommend diplomatic approach. Though Operation Fiery Serpent must continue. Regardless of Exodia's stance."
"Make calls to Orion Island, Rhyssua, Prussian-Polish Commonwealth." Tiberia asked, as she stared at the live broadcast of the situation in Paris. "Call them now and let them know that we wish to host a peace talk. Meanwhile, contact Eclisian Herald, Central News, Wind, and all of the other major news outlets. Time to expose Rodriguez a bit. As for Le Dragon, I would like Eclisian Herald to do the job".

Few Minutes Later.....
Senior members of the Foreign Affairs Department were summoned to the Central Command in Rome. They were instructed to communicate with their counterparts from Rhyssia, Orion Islands and PPC. They all waited quietly for a response.


Athens, Eclius

A formal letter was sent to the office of President Le Dragon from headquarter of Eclisian Herald News, requesting a 20 minute interview with the newly declared president of France.

Few hours later....
"Breaking news! Tension remains high in Paris outside the Exodian embassy." The news host Octavianus Atius Iustinus announced. "Several hours passed and it's still unknown what the situation is, and what the numbers are in terms of casualties. But we do know for sure that lack of adequate and effective communication has placed countless innocent lives in jeopardy. The Department of Foreign Affairs has reached out to New Collective government earlier today, in an attempt to arrange for a peace talk between multiple factions. Though the government of Exodia did not reply, presumably declined the Eclisian peace efforts. According to the spokeswoman of Foreign Affairs Department, we are still awaiting response from other countries that are involved with the conflict."

[Rhyssua]

Official Diplomatic Communique- To Prussian-Polish, Rhyssuan, Allanean, Spanish, and British officials of state affairs
This is Andre Hartman, Exodian Ambassador to France. I ask you to forgive me for my informality, this was written in haste- no less than a distress call.

I ask, on the behalf of the Exodian personnel who work for and defend this embassy and the civilians we are protecting within it, for immediate aid.

We have an estimated 40 civilian asylum-seekers that are quartered within this facility and we are currently facing upwards of 48 well-armed troops sent by Le Dragon's government, and 35 of our own personnel with light armament. Additionally, we have no proper way of transporting all of us with the number of vehicles we have, and it is unlikely we can get to safety if we attempt to flee.

As it is now, we have little chance of holding back a potential assault, and while it is good to have faith, our own countrymen are geographically very distant from France and have even fewer chance of a rescue.

I put my hope into the grace and good-heartedness of the international community to help those in need- We will stand but we cannot stand alone.

God bless, and God save us.

Danijel Stojaković tapped a pen against his desk as the communique came through. Until recently, Rhyssua had enjoyed good and stable relations with France. As a result, the post was considered a vacation assignment, with little trouble outside the occasional idiotic tourist. Until Le Dragon came to power, that is. When that man rose to power amid chaos and bloodshed, Stojakovic's job grew a lot more complicated.

Unlike many ambassadors, both in Rhyssua and throughout the rest of the world, Stojakovic wasn't a political appointee. He wasn't a celebrity, politician, or businessman. Over the course of thirty years, Stojakovic had quietly built up a career as a diplomat. Among his most famous postings (and the most interesting) included being Rhyssua's ambassador to British Saint Helena, a staff worker in Afghanistan, and the Chief of Embassy Staff in Somalia.

And now, Le Dragon had upended that career. Stojakovic had twenty security guards (ten were visible security, while the others posed as secretaries or custodians). They were by no means well-armed; only the visible security had rifles, and they didn't have any artillery.

"The request has been sent," his aide called from the other room. Stojakovic nodded, then raised his voice when he realized she couldn't see him.

"Thank you," he said. Then a thought occurred to him.

"How many limos do we have?" he asked. HIs assistant came into the room, looked through some files, then held up three fingers.

"Excellent," he said. Like most embassy vehicles, the limos were armored, with bulletproof glass and armor-plated sides that could stop anything short of a bazooka. At least, that's what the security officers told him. He hadn't needed to test their capabilities until now.

"Send six of our visible security to the limos," he said. "Tell them to park on the embassy grounds itself. Once they have their passengers loaded, they don't stop until they reach us. With a little luck, Sarpedos will send us an Osprey or two full of troops."

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"This is insane," Magyar Jakab said, laughing a little and shaking his head. He was currently riding shotgun in the lead limo, his semiautomatic rifle loaded and sitting in his lap. The driver, a woman by the name of Tamas Hanna, drove through the streets of Paris with reckless abandon, swerving between lanes of traffic and running through red lights in maneuvers that would be tricky for a stunt car, let alone a bulky armored limousine.

"It sure is," Hanna replied, her eyes focused on the road. They occasionally glanced at the rearview mirror, where Jakab could see the other two limos trying desperately to keep up with Hanna. So far, they haven't encountered more than a few traffic cops, and their diplomatic IDs had gotten them through with only a handful of vague threats and muttered obscenities.

"So who exactly are we picking up?" Jakab asked, glancing out the window. He thought he could see a helicopter in the distance, but he wasn't sure. At any rate, it didn't look to be an attack helicopter.

"There's about forty asylum-seekers," Hanna said. "These things can fit about ten each, maybe twelve if we pack them in like sardines."

"Still not enough," Jakab muttered. "We'll have to make a second trip."

"I doubt we'll be able to," Hanna said. "We have surprise this time, but it won't last ten minutes. They'll figure out what we're doing soon enough."

Within minutes, the limos reached the Exodian embassy. Acting on orders, they drove straight onto the embassy's front lawn and formed a sort of barricade around the front entrance. After a hasty conference between the limos, they decided to send one person out to the embassy, to explain the situation and get the asylum seekers to safety.

It must've been Jakab's lucky day. He didn't aim his rifle at the nearby buildings, where he knew snipers would be positioned. Nonetheless, he made sure that any observer could see his weaponry, and the Rhyssuan flag on his right shoulder as he strode into the embassy building.

When he entered the building he got a face full of gun barrels and a lot of shouting that he didn't understand. Playing it safe, he set the rifle on the ground and raised his hands.

"Hello," he said, trying English. He'd taken it in highschool, and didn't remember much apart from the basics, but hopefully it'd be enough.

"I am here to help," he said. "We'll take...refugees in our cars to our... embassy. Sound good?"

The security men glanced among themselves for a moment, then nodded to each other. Once of them ran to the back of the embassy, returning a few moments later with what looked like a civilian.

"You're Rhyssuan?" he asked in a heavily accented, but still comprehensible, Rhyssuan. Jakab had to smile at that. Rhyssuan was a tough language to master: It combined elements of German, Slovenian, Italian, Croatian, Hungarian, Austrian, and sometimes utilized both the Latin and Cyrillic alphabets. But the civilian standing in front of him seemed to be fluent.

"Yes," Jakab said. "I've been sent by my embassy to get you out of here. Our limos can carry ten each, for thirty total. We'll evacuate women and children first, drop them off at our embassy, and then see if we can make another trip."

The civilian raised an eyebrow at that, and Jakab shrugged in response. They would try, even though it had a low chance of succeeding.

"Then what happens to us?" he asked. Again, Jakab had to shrug. They hadn't thought that far yet.

"We'll see," he said. "Our ambassador just asked Sarpedos for some aircraft to get you out of France and take you back to Rhyssua. From there we can arrange flights home. If that doesn't work, we'll give you a ride to the airport."

He neglected to mention that the French authorities would probably shut it down once they saw what was happening. It'd also be difficult to get an Osprey through, or even a passenger liner. But they were the only options they had.

"Very well," the civilian said, nodding to himself. He held out a hand; Jakab, after a quick glance at the Exodian guards, shook it. The man's hands were calloused and scarred from years of hard work. His face confirmed it; it was lean and gaunt, with prominent cheekbones and a shadow of stubble.

"Get the other asylum seekers ready to move, and give my regards to the Exodian Ambassador."

[Polish Prussian Commonwealth]

Official Diplomatic Communique- To Prussian-Polish, Rhyussan, Allanean, Spanish, and British officials of state affairs
This is Andre Hartman, Exodian Ambassador to France. I ask you to forgive me for my informality, this was written in haste- no less than a distress call.

I ask, on the behalf of the Exodian personnel who work for and defend this embassy and the civilians we are protecting within it, for immediate aid.

We have an estimated 40 civilian asylum-seekers that are quartered within this facility and we are currently facing upwards of 48 well-armed troops sent by Le Dragon's government, and 35 of our own personnel with light armament. Additionally, we have no proper way of transporting all of us with the number of vehicles we have, and it is unlikely we can get to safety if we attempt to flee.

As it is now, we have little chance of holding back a potential assault, and while it is good to have faith, our own countrymen are geographically very distant from France and have even fewer chance of a rescue.

I put my hope into the grace and good-heartedness of the international community to help those in need- We will stand but we cannot stand alone.

God bless, and God save us.

Officially, there was no public Prussian-Polish response. However, later that day, a letter was sent to Comrade Le Dragon.

OFFICAL COMMUNICATION FROM THE MINISTRY OF FOREIGN AFFAIRS OF THE COMMONWEALTH OF THE KINGDOMS OF PRUSSIA AND POLAND TO COMRADE LE DRAGON
Good evening, Comrade;

Once again we would like to reiterate our heartfelt congratulations on overthrowing the American yoke on your nation. The neoliberal tyrants of the West would do very well to take heed of this warning.
At the same time, though, we would like to offer our heartfelt advice-although the American-led New World Order is vile and evil, we should not enter into conflict with it immediately-certainly not now.
As such, we advise that you let foreign embassies, citizens, and so forth leave without molestation. Just as sons should never be punished for the sins of the father, citizens should not be punished for the crimes of their governments-especially in the case of the Western oligarchies.

In response to Eclisian requests for a peace talk, though, three seperate letters arrived.

OFFICAL COMMUNICATION FROM THE PRUSSIAN-POLISH MINISTRY OF FOREIGN AFFAIRS
Then Amoz’s son Isaiah sent this message to Hezekiah: “This is what the LORD, the God of Israel, says, to whom you prayedr concerning Sennacherib king of Assyria. This is the message that the LORD has spoken in opposition to him:
“‘The Virgin Daughter of Zion
despises and mocks you;
the Daughter of Jerusalem—
she tosses her head behind you as you flee.
Whom have you insulted and reviled?
Against whom have you raised your voice
and lifted your eyes in pride?
Against the Holy One of Israel!
By your messengerss you have insulted the LORD,
and you have said,
“With my many chariots
I have climbed the heights of mountains,
the utmost heights of Lebanon.
I cut down its tallest cedars,
the choicest of its pines;
I reached its remotest heights,
the most verdant of its forests.
I myself dug wells
and drank foreign waters;
with the soles of my feet
I dried up all the streams of Egypt.”
“‘Didn’t you hear
how in the distant past I decided to do it,
how I planned from days of old?
Now I’ve made it happen—
that fortified cities become devastated, besieged heaps.
Their inhabitants are devoid of power,
and are terrified and put to shame.
They’ve become like plants in the field,
like green shoots,
like grass on rooftops,
scorched by the east wind.
I know when you rise up
and when you sit down,
your comings and goings—
and how you’ve become enraged at me.
Your insolence has reached my ears,
so I’ll put my hook in your nose
and my bit in your mouth,
and I’ll make you turn back on the road
by which you came.

AN OFFICAL COMMUNICATION FROM THE PRUSSIAN-POLISH REICHSWEHR
The Reichswehr to the Eclisian Imperatrix!

O Imperatrix, Roman devil and damned devil's kith and kin, secretary to Lucifer himself. What the devil kind of empress are thou, that canst not slay a hedgehog with your naked arse? The devil shits, and your army eats. Thou shalt not, thou daughter of a whore, make subjects of Christian sons; we have no fear of your army, by land and by sea we will battle with thee, fuck thy mother.

Thou Babylonian scullion, Macedonian prostitute, brewer of Jerusalem, whore of Alexandria, swineherd of Greater and Lesser Egypt, pig of Armenia, Podolian thief, catamite of Tartary, hangman of Kamyanets, and fool of all the world and underworld, an idiot before God, granddaughter of the Serpent, and the crick in our dick. Pig's snout, mare's arse, slaughterhouse cur, unchristened brow, screw thine mother!

So the Prussian-Poles declare, you lowlife. You won't even be herding pigs for the Christians. Now we'll conclude, for we don't know the date and don't own a calendar; the moon's in the sky, the year with the Lord, the day's the same over here as it is over there; for this kiss our arse!
-Generalfeldmarschall Aleksander Kowalczyk, on behalf of His Majesty the King of Prussia and Poland, last remnant and faithful subject of the Holy Roman Empire of the Germanic Nation, and with him all of Prussia-Poland

OFFICAL COMMUNICATION FROM HIS MAJESTY, PRINCE CAZIMIERZ OF PRUSSIA-POLAND
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Zakopane

The small town, which hosted both an airbase and a barracks, abruptly found itself busy. Sure, there was the plan to escort the plane which was going to carry Napoleon's body to Paris, but that wasn't until the French had a mausoleum for it, and their Imperial German cousins gave approval for the flight. The main thought on everyone's mind was the very real possibility of war with Eclius. While the Prussian-Polish Luftwaffe and Heer were well-drilled and equipped, the Eclisians had the benefit of advanced technology.
Prussia-Poland resolved to overcome their technological disadvantage by both numbers and skill. With conscription levels on the rise, thousands of new recruits flooded to the south, where almost immediately they were subjected to an intensive training program.
Time would tell if it would be enough.

[6th National Revolutionary France]

Freetown - Sierra Leone

Jacques Demolise looked at the commander of the Bergians "We need to take hostages from among the citizens of FreeTown, and then demand safe passage from the French government and any opposing forces, human shields shalt help us in this endevour. Any local filming equipment in the News station can be used for this." Jacques held Marion by her right upper-arm to ensure she would not run-off. Jacques then walked off with a gun pointed to Marion's back. "I hope that helps you guys out." looking back at the Bergians, he marched on abandoning them "You men do what you need to survive." he mumbled to himself.

Marion looked at him "You Bastard." Jacques looked at her "Whose worse me, or Le Dragon who sold me out? Keep moving, I have something to show you, hidden in one of these buildings." He took Marion to an abandoned warehouse and and revealed a vault which he opened up, the vault contained blueprints for experimental new weapons systems. "The CIA wanted this, Le Dragon wanted to trick them as a casus belli for war."

He tossed her the blueprints.

Paris, France

Le Dragon had been observing the on-going chaos, his allies the Polish Prussians had even contacted him about not starting a war with the American led globalists, he thought to himself about the consequences starting a war with the globalists right-away and the effect this could have on the country.

He would go on public television issuing a statement.

"Greetings people of the world, it is me Camarade Le Dragon the supreme leader and Generalissimo of the Sixth French Republic. I would like to address our position to the world, including our enemies espically the Exodians, we have know intent of attacking or starting a war with you guys. We would rather work to try and find common ground in terms of trade and influence, despite the endless propaganda and western lies about "human rights abuses" and other such myths against me and the French people. We are willing to forgive you and look past these baseless accusations and lies.

Vive la France!"

[Port Ember]

Off the Coast of Freetown - Sierra Leone

The Armada managed to organise into their smaller groupings, or 'Packets' as the pirates have dubbed it, and started sailing of into every direction possible. Admiral Hawk himself was still onboard his flagship, frantically pushing for escape. He was not scared of a good naval duel - but he was no idiot either, he knew that they have lost the benefit of surprise and initiative, and in war that was crucial.

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Freetown - Sierra Leone

The Bergian convoy started moving out of the city, rushing for the open road and eventually the border. The Bergian commander decided to follow his personal code and his gut, and not heed the advice of Jacques - the forces did not take hostages, as he felt it dishounarable to inolve unarmed civilians. He also hoped that by traveling in civilian vehicles, it would bring a measure of plain sight concealment, hopefully being mistaken for civilians.

Furthermore they were not headed for the Liberian border, but rather the border of Guinea, as it was closer from where they were - and the Bergians happened to have a contact in Guinea - a fellow Bergian mercenary company had set up shop, and could assist in the border crossing, and with a safe haven to lay low until transport could be arranged for home.