Advent Fire: The Al-Saranidi Uprising (IC, SIGNUPS, MT/PMT)

[Polish Prussian Commonwealth]

A real Al-Saranidi Gendarme was patrolling as part of a Civilian Protection Force.
He could not see them but he did hear people yell “garbage!” And “yes sir!” As well as a megaphone sound.
His patrol, composed of his Sergeant, his Lieutenant and a PFLP company radioed the Al-Saranidi Lieutenant Colonel “Sahib, suspicious activities going on involving men speaking in Al-Saranidi accents.” Said the Lieutenant.
“Permission to engage” said the Sergeant
“Denied for now patrol around the area until reinforcements arrive then we will engage.

The mixed Al-Saranidi and Palestinian patrol stumbled across the rebels.
They panicked and opened fire.
“Reinforcements now!” Screamed the sergeant as the troops ran to the base: the Al-Saranidi Lieutenant being the first one to rush into danger.

VOIDED. As Exodia stated, this base is deep within territory NOT controlled by Saranidia and is guarded by the IDF.
See here.
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[Free Azadistan]

East Jerusalem, Disputed Isratine
The Pathan brothers, who were all partners in Pathan Brothers’ Bounty Hunters, sat down in the restaurant.
The brothers; all with some military and law enforcement experience.
They had been contracted by Metropolis Police, they had been contracted by the Prison Service and the Parole Board,
They had been contracted by the Gendarmerie and by 9 victims of felonies and the heir of a murder victim.
Now they were contracted by The Minister of Justice herself this time.
To apprehend Khalid Ali.
A village in the West Bank, Former Palestine, Disputed Isratine
Khalid Ali relaxed on the ranch his sweetheart’s father worked at.
It had been a difficult day:
Wergild had been wrangled over for a manslaughter case,
A goat and sheep rustler and attempted horse-thief had been tracked through his footprints in the blood of his associate.
(Shot by Khalid Ali’s prospective father in law in self-defence), Khalid Ali had ordered him detained in his villa awaiting trial.
His sweetheart(aged 17) had lots of studying to do.

And he prepared to propose to her.

Meanwhile he dealt with his illegal activities using WiFi he set-up and his phone.

He also told a Bedouin in his employ to go to West Jerusalem and gather intelligence on the National Revolutionaries of Saranidia and what they would mean for his business.

[Free Azadistan]

The mixed Al-Saranidi and Palestinian patrol stumbled across the rebels.
They panicked and opened fire.
“Reinforcements now!” Screamed the sergeant as the troops ran to the base: the Al-Saranidi Lieutenant being the first one to rush into danger.

VOIDED. As Exodia stated, this base is deep within territory NOT controlled by Saranidia and is guarded by the IDF.
See here.
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Ok.

[National Revolutionaries of Saranidia]

East Jerusalem, Disputed Isratine
The Pathan brothers, who were all partners in Pathan Brothers’ Bounty Hunters, sat down in the restaurant.
The brothers; all with some military and law enforcement experience.
They had been contracted by Metropolis Police, they had been contracted by the Prison Service and the Parole Board,
They had been contracted by the Gendarmerie and by 9 victims of felonies and the heir of a murder victim.
Now they were contracted by The Minister of Justice herself this time.
To apprehend Khalid Ali.
A village in the West Bank, Former Palestine, Disputed Isratine
Khalid Ali relaxed on the ranch his sweetheart’s father worked at.
It had been a difficult day:
Wergild had been wrangled over for a manslaughter case,
A goat and sheep rustler and attempted horse-thief had been tracked through his footprints in the blood of his associate.
(Shot by Khalid Ali’s prospective father in law in self-defence), Khalid Ali had ordered him detained in his villa awaiting trial.
His sweetheart(aged 17) had lots of studying to do.

And he prepared to propose to her.

Meanwhile he dealt with his illegal activities using WiFi he set-up and his phone.

He also told a Bedouin in his employ to go to West Jerusalem and gather intelligence on the National Revolutionaries of Saranidia and what they would mean for his business.

Jerusalem, Contested Isratine
December 19, 2030, 5:20 AM Local Time

“Honestly, the entirety of Jerusalem is ours, dammit. I’ve had it with the bull. We overthrew these fucking Saranidian bastards after they had the shit-for-brains idea to try and loop us into their little scheme, they’re gone and some idiots still think we’re in the Cold War or some shit and draw their little borders. Only reason we haven’t snapped was because everyone’s tired of the infighting. It’s our jurisdiction to go in there, and hell, the locals like it! Now every idiot cries racism and discrimination and it won’t damn let up.”

“I’m just too tired to think at this point. Even this coffee isn’t working. I’ll be honest with you, I barely heard a word you said.”

The two Israeli Defense Force military policemen, Tavors slung over their backs and Glocks and batons in their holsters, walked about freely in the dusty streets, lit almost entirely by the streetlamps and a few lit windows. An up-armored Jeep Wrangler bearing their insignia, as well as standard sirens and lights, was parked a few feet away.

Technically yes, they were in “East” Jerusalem. They didn’t care; it was their normal patrol route.

“Oi. Bedouin male, military-aged. Looks like he’s wandering the area or something, looking for a place to park, but I don’t see a car...”

“Good eye. We’ll just talk to him. Real friendly. Suspicious all right, but poor guy’s probably lost, whatever he’s doing.“

With that, one of the men thumbed the radio on his uniform, dryly muttered a code to the dispatcher, then walked over to the man.

“Hello, there! Are you all right?” The other policeman called out in Arabic, seeing how he would respond.

[Saranidia]

East Jerusalem, Disputed Isratine
The Pathan brothers, who were all partners in Pathan Brothers’ Bounty Hunters, sat down in the restaurant.
The brothers; all with some military and law enforcement experience.
They had been contracted by Metropolis Police, they had been contracted by the Prison Service and the Parole Board,
They had been contracted by the Gendarmerie and by 9 victims of felonies and the heir of a murder victim.
Now they were contracted by The Minister of Justice herself this time.
To apprehend Khalid Ali.
A village in the West Bank, Former Palestine, Disputed Isratine
Khalid Ali relaxed on the ranch his sweetheart’s father worked at.
It had been a difficult day:
Wergild had been wrangled over for a manslaughter case,
A goat and sheep rustler and attempted horse-thief had been tracked through his footprints in the blood of his associate.
(Shot by Khalid Ali’s prospective father in law in self-defence), Khalid Ali had ordered him detained in his villa awaiting trial.
His sweetheart(aged 17) had lots of studying to do.

And he prepared to propose to her.

Meanwhile he dealt with his illegal activities using WiFi he set-up and his phone.

He also told a Bedouin in his employ to go to West Jerusalem and gather intelligence on the National Revolutionaries of Saranidia and what they would mean for his business.

Jerusalem, Contested Isratine
December 19, 2030, 5:20 AM Local Time

“Honestly, the entirety of Jerusalem is ours, dammit. I’ve had it with the bull. We overthrew these fucking Saranidian bastards after they had the shit-for-brains idea to try and loop us into their little scheme, they’re gone and some idiots still think we’re in the Cold War or some shit and draw their little borders. Only reason we haven’t snapped was because everyone’s tired of the infighting. It’s our jurisdiction to go in there, and hell, the locals like it! Now every idiot cries racism and discrimination and it won’t damn let up.”

“I’m just too tired to think at this point. Even this coffee isn’t working. I’ll be honest with you, I barely heard a word you said.”

The two Israeli Defense Force military policemen, Tavors slung over their backs and Glocks and batons in their holsters, walked about freely in the dusty streets, lit almost entirely by the streetlamps and a few lit windows. An up-armored Jeep Wrangler bearing their insignia, as well as standard sirens and lights, was parked a few feet away.

Technically yes, they were in “East” Jerusalem. They didn’t care; it was their normal patrol route.

“Oi. Bedouin male, military-aged. Looks like he’s wandering the area or something, looking for a place to park, but I don’t see a car...”

“Good eye. We’ll just talk to him. Real friendly. Suspicious all right, but poor guy’s probably lost, whatever he’s doing.“

With that, one of the men thumbed the radio on his uniform, dryly muttered a code to the dispatcher, then walked over to the man.

“Hello, there! Are you all right?” The other policeman called out in Arabic, seeing how he would respond.

“Oh, As-salaam alaykum,
Just doing some work.
But in the meantime do you know anywhere, like maybe a poetry concert or something where I can meet cute girls?
Israeli or Palestinian I don’t mind.”

[Valkiir]

From Dozens of remote extremely high power Shortwave radios, across thousands of Social media sites, and appearing as messages on random cellphones across the world the following message is heard or received... once an hour the process is repeated with a different sequence of numbers at the end of the message. viral posts of the text begin to occur at random as well, from old inactive accounts and accounts which seem to be created for and exist to broadcast the message once and then go inactive.. for seventy-two hours the message and random sequence of messages, posts and videos will continue, one new message every hour for 72 hours

ten...two.. five... three...97...Cockleshell, 54...Sheep shed...fifty November...The center can not hold...slouches toward Bethlehem...Oscar is a grouch....peter is a rabbit...thumper...thumper..thumper...ten...two.. five... three...97...Cockleshell, 54...Sheep shed...fifty November.

five five five...hotel oscar mike...three one...three-five..three seven...sound and fury...what fools...we happy few......thumper...thumper..thumper...five five five...hotel oscar mike...three one...three five..three seven

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[National Revolutionaries of Saranidia]

Jerusalem, Contested Isratine
December 19, 2030, 5:20 AM Local Time

“Honestly, the entirety of Jerusalem is ours, dammit. I’ve had it with the bull. We overthrew these fucking Saranidian bastards after they had the shit-for-brains idea to try and loop us into their little scheme, they’re gone and some idiots still think we’re in the Cold War or some shit and draw their little borders. Only reason we haven’t snapped was because everyone’s tired of the infighting. It’s our jurisdiction to go in there, and hell, the locals like it! Now every idiot cries racism and discrimination and it won’t damn let up.”

“I’m just too tired to think at this point. Even this coffee isn’t working. I’ll be honest with you, I barely heard a word you said.”

The two Israeli Defense Force military policemen, Tavors slung over their backs and Glocks and batons in their holsters, walked about freely in the dusty streets, lit almost entirely by the streetlamps and a few lit windows. An up-armored Jeep Wrangler bearing their insignia, as well as standard sirens and lights, was parked a few feet away.

Technically yes, they were in “East” Jerusalem. They didn’t care; it was their normal patrol route.

“Oi. Bedouin male, military-aged. Looks like he’s wandering the area or something, looking for a place to park, but I don’t see a car...”

“Good eye. We’ll just talk to him. Real friendly. Suspicious all right, but poor guy’s probably lost, whatever he’s doing.“

With that, one of the men thumbed the radio on his uniform, dryly muttered a code to the dispatcher, then walked over to the man.

“Hello, there! Are you all right?” The other policeman called out in Arabic, seeing how he would respond.

“Oh, As-salaam alaykum,
Just doing some work.
But in the meantime do you know anywhere, like maybe a poetry concert or something where I can meet cute girls?
Israeli or Palestinian I don’t mind.”

One of the policemen stared blankly, doing a double take at the man and back to his partner.
“I’m not familiar with that scene, sorry. ‘Poetry concert?’ Don’t really follow.”

Meanwhile, the other man fought his sleep deprivation and thought inquisitively, trying to read the expression on the civilian’s face.
“Sorry to intrude on any... business of yours, but what’s your line of work and who’s it for? Additionally, are you just walking or do you have a car someplace?” He pursed his lips for a moment, wetting them. “Think I might need a name from you as well, sir.”

[Saranidia]

“Oh, As-salaam alaykum,
Just doing some work.
But in the meantime do you know anywhere, like maybe a poetry concert or something where I can meet cute girls?
Israeli or Palestinian I don’t mind.”

One of the policemen stared blankly, doing a double take at the man and back to his partner.
“I’m not familiar with that scene, sorry. ‘Poetry concert?’ Don’t really follow.”

Meanwhile, the other man fought his sleep deprivation and thought inquisitively, trying to read the expression on the civilian’s face.
“Sorry to intrude on any... business of yours, but what’s your line of work and who’s it for? Additionally, are you just walking or do you have a car someplace?” He pursed his lips for a moment, wetting them. “Think I might need a name from you as well, sir.”

“My name is Muhammad Al-Ahmari,
I used to be a hunter but now I am a wealthy man’s personal guard.
I am employed by a man named Khalid and am gathering information for him regarding whether or not certain groups intend him harm.
I am walking through Jerusalem but whilst I did not bring a car, I have a motorcycle which I checked in with someone in a village in between here and home.
I don’t think he will rob me since I haven’t paid him yet and if he does I won’t.”

Said the man.
He was technically telling the truth.

[Saranidia]

One of the policemen stared blankly, doing a double take at the man and back to his partner.
“I’m not familiar with that scene, sorry. ‘Poetry concert?’ Don’t really follow.”

Meanwhile, the other man fought his sleep deprivation and thought inquisitively, trying to read the expression on the civilian’s face.
“Sorry to intrude on any... business of yours, but what’s your line of work and who’s it for? Additionally, are you just walking or do you have a car someplace?” He pursed his lips for a moment, wetting them. “Think I might need a name from you as well, sir.”

“My name is Muhammad Al-Ahmari,
I used to be a hunter but now I am a wealthy man’s personal guard.
I am employed by a man named Khalid and am gathering information for him regarding whether or not certain groups intend him harm.
I am waking through Jerusalem but whilst I did not bring a car, I have a motorcycle which I checked in with someone in a village in between here and home.
I don’t think he will rob me since I haven’t paid him yet and if he does I won’t.”

Said the man.
He was technically telling the truth.

“And by the way, do you know of anywhere else I could meet girls?”

[Free Azadistan]

East Jerusalem, Disputed Isratine
The Pathan brothers, who were all partners in Pathan Brothers’ Bounty Hunters, sat down in the restaurant.
The brothers; all with some military and law enforcement experience.
They had been contracted by Metropolis Police, they had been contracted by the Prison Service and the Parole Board,
They had been contracted by the Gendarmerie and by 9 victims of felonies and the heir of a murder victim.
Now they were contracted by The Minister of Justice herself this time.
To apprehend Khalid Ali.
A village in the West Bank, Former Palestine, Disputed Isratine
Khalid Ali relaxed on the ranch his sweetheart’s father worked at.
It had been a difficult day:
Wergild had been wrangled over for a manslaughter case,
A goat and sheep rustler and attempted horse-thief had been tracked through his footprints in the blood of his associate.
(Shot by Khalid Ali’s prospective father in law in self-defence), Khalid Ali had ordered him detained in his villa awaiting trial.
His sweetheart(aged 17) had lots of studying to do.

And he prepared to propose to her.

Meanwhile he dealt with his illegal activities using WiFi he set-up and his phone.

He also told a Bedouin in his employ to go to West Jerusalem and gather intelligence on the National Revolutionaries of Saranidia and what they would mean for his business.

The Pathan Brothers drove motorcycles around rural Palestine looking for evidence.
They followed a literal trail of blood for a while before resting at an inn.

[Polish Prussian Commonwealth]

Warsaw-Abwehr Headquarters

The Abwehr was Prussia-Poland's primary intelligence service, and was charged with dealing with the more...shady parts of it's foreign policy. Most of it's resources were, of course, dedicated to rooting out spies within the Prussian-Polish government and homeland. But occasionally, it ventured further afield, with fingers in the oddest of places.

None of this, of course, crossed the mind of the Director. Currently he was working through piles of paperwork and wishing for a mite, an iota of sleep.
He wheeled over to his messages...and noticed something intresting.
It was a message from the Cryptography Unit. Numerous social media accounts and shortwave radios had just broadcasted an identical message as of an hour ago.

ten...two.. five... three...97...Cockleshell, 54...Sheep shed...fifty November...The center can not hold...slouches toward Bethlehem...Oscar is a grouch....peter is a rabbit...thumper...thumper..thumper...ten...two.. five... three...97...Cockleshell, 54...Sheep shed...fifty November.

five five five...hotel oscar mike...three one...three-five..three seven...sound and fury...what fools...we happy few......thumper...thumper..thumper...five five five...hotel oscar mike...three one...three five..three seven

Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow

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The man growled. "Number Stations, eh?"
The message went on to state that they were working on cracking it, but it would take awhile to even make any sort of progress-Prussia-Poland's few supercomputers were currently the subject of a fierce and heated rivalry between the branches of the Reichswehr and the Abwehr...and even then, it would take a while even after that. And if the one-time-code used was completely and utterly random...there was no hope of breaking it.

It did, however, note that they would be able to trace some, if not all, of the radio transmitters. They apparently had made the mistake of using standard shortwave radio stations, instead of ones that made use of frequency-hopping and burst-transmission. This would make them extremely easy to track...and eventually destroy. In fact, they were already working on triangulating the positions of the radios, as well as enlisting the Exodian Intelligence Ministry in doing the same.

So a shitton of bad news, mixed with some good news, eh? Still, something genuinely important for once was a welcome break from his paperwork. And he would probably have moles to track down soon, together with the Sicilian and Bavarian intelligence agencies...Moles working for who? Well, he had a few suspects. Namely, a certain North American country that currently had not one, but two battlegroups stationed off of the Strait of Gibraltar.

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Gibralatar

There's a funny little quirk in international law. International law states that you can't use armed mines in international waters. Especially not in peacetime. Hazard to commerce and all that.

But they never said anything-not one iota-about controlled mines, where you can lay them, and when. Best of all, they never say if you have to tell people that you're laying mines in one of the busiest shipping areas in all of Europe...

The first part of Sicily's plan came with an extremely public display of minesweepers deploying moored contact mines into the areas of the Strait that weren't marked for shipping. Destroyers and missile corvettes would begin patrolling the designated shipping lanes, although they wouldn't interfere with anyone who wasn't flying a Saranidian flag. A public warning was put up that any part of the Strait not marked for shipping was now, or was about to, be filled with mines. The public justification for this was the conflict with Saranidia, as well as worries about a repeat of an incident involving one of Saranidia's old allied states.

The next part was a little more...well, "scandalous".

Unknown to all, late at night, and when there was little shipping nearby, the submarines assigned to the strait lay their own mines. These were controlled by the submarines themselves and were a little more advanced than your standard mine.

These were remotely-controlled mines-put simply, they would be sunken to the bottom of the strait, and await a signal from an outside source-usually a shore facility. However, since Sicily hadn't concluded an alliance or agreement with Atkemri yet, various ships would be used to activate them in case of attack until a land-based facility could be established.

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There would be no one for Valkiir to contact. Prussia-Poland did not have an embassy with it.
The only recourse now would be to contact Crassus, King of Prussia and Poland, directly...or one of his allies. King Ferdinand of the Two Sicilies, and King Rupprecht I of Bavaria especially, although Governor Diego Rodriguez of the Democratic Exodian Territories was also a good choice...and perhaps, a little more prone to reason and more isolated from the rage of the Commonwealth at the terrorist attacks one month ago.

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A message was sent to the Atkemrian government.

FROM: HIS MAJESTY'S GOVERNMENT
TO: LUCKY WELLS/ATKEMRIAN MINISTRY OF DEFENSE
Good day-

We are requesting the installation of anti-ship missile batteries and control facilities on your shore near Gibraltar, in order to facilitate greater security within the Mediterranean and the surrounding areas.

[Diarcesia]

12 October 2030
Diarcesia

"The first thing about Khalid Ali is his rap sheet with respect to our jurisdiction. Intelligence gathered from one of the captured gangsters in Losphortoene has established a link between them and Mr. Ali, transporting contraband luxuries and high-powered weaponry.

In addition, there is the matter of Mr. Ali's criminal past", Operative Tyl said. "He has quite the list: homicide, bribery, prison escape, etc.".

"Thank you for the input, Tyl," Ploearch Rangabe continued. "He had been instrumental in the raid that allowed us to obtain this significant lead. The government of Saranidia has provided us some idea on where he is located. A small village in the West Bank, and according to these images, seems to be reasonably guarded. Be advised that the locals may not be cooperative with you, as they have a positive relationship with the target.

What we require, from Mr. Ali, is this: we scour his location and determine if he is cooperative. If he is cooperative, we will collect the information we find, and we will not seek his death in the trial that follows. If he is not cooperative, we will terminate his existence and the clan mafias will be stripped of a valuable trafficker."

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19 December 2030
Rural Palestine, Contested Isratine

Also after Khalid Ali were elements of Arcana Force XXI, the World Bearers. These were well-trained people who had survived multiple dangerous deployments and the like.

Among them were:
* Sheleem Ajam, who can pass for an Arab
* Ibrahim Afifi, a.k.a. the "Ibrake of the Drava"
* Rasmea Ould Slahi, a.k.a. the "Scandal"
* and their van driver, who happened to be a Jew who grew up in Isratine.

The first three were Odrioyans from the northern parts of mainland Diarcesia, who didn't take much to blend in with the common folk.

As they approached a town, Ibrahim would stop and buy supplies and news with the local population. The driver would count his money, and the other two would exchange tokens of friendship via trinkets they bought in their free time.

"A trail of blood nearby? What happened?" Ibrahim asked, curious, when the merchant made mention of it.

[Atkemri]

Tribal Assembly
Holom, Atkemri

The situation in Sardinia was quickly catching the attention of their Atkemrian nation. The nation had been a thorn in the side of Atkemri, all of her allies, and to be frank, the entire world and Atkemri was sick of it. Atkemri had supported the revolutionaries since the beginning of their rebellion against the Sisterly Leader and her regime and Atkemri had supported them well with a significant number of guns, but with all the nations preparing to jump at the juicy neck of Sardinia the flame of the revolution itself could easily be stomped out and this was an outcome that could not be accepted. In order to keep them out, one simple idea was suggested to the Assembly of Atkemri. A no-fly zone. The vote was surprisingly bi-partisan gaining large support from all points of the Atkemrian political sphere. It was official, there would be a military-exclusion zone over the Mediterranean only excluding Atkemrian allies who would also support the rebels. Prussian-Polish suggestions for Gibraltar would be implemented though the construction of such facilities would take a few months at most. The Atkemrian navy would prepare for mobilization to help enforce the military-exclusion zone. At this rate, only a miracle would help the enemies of the revolution and of Atkemri.

A DECLARATION FROM ATKEMRI

From this point forward there shall be a military-exclusion in the Mediterranean Sea for all parties involved in the Sardinian conflict with an exception for the following nations. The Democratic Exodian Territories, The Prussian-Polish Commonwealth and any further allies of the Atkemrian state. May there be peace in the region and stability restored in the nation of Sardinia.

[Free Azadistan]

12 October 2030
Diarcesia

"The first thing about Khalid Ali is his rap sheet with respect to our jurisdiction. Intelligence gathered from one of the captured gangsters in Losphortoene has established a link between them and Mr. Ali, transporting contraband luxuries and high-powered weaponry.

In addition, there is the matter of Mr. Ali's criminal past", Operative Tyl said. "He has quite the list: homicide, bribery, prison escape, etc.".

"Thank you for the input, Tyl," Ploearch Rangabe continued. "He had been instrumental in the raid that allowed us to obtain this significant lead. The government of Saranidia has provided us some idea on where he is located. A small village in the West Bank, and according to these images, seems to be reasonably guarded. Be advised that the locals may not be cooperative with you, as they have a positive relationship with the target.

What we require, from Mr. Ali, is this: we scour his location and determine if he is cooperative. If he is cooperative, we will collect the information we find, and we will not seek his death in the trial that follows. If he is not cooperative, we will terminate his existence and the clan mafias will be stripped of a valuable trafficker."

---

19 December 2030
Rural Palestine, Contested Isratine

Also after Khalid Ali were elements of Arcana Force XXI, the World Bearers. These were well-trained people who had survived multiple dangerous deployments and the like.

Among them were:
* Sheleem Ajam, who can pass for an Arab
* Ibrahim Afifi, a.k.a. the "Ibrake of the Drava"
* Rasmea Ould Slahi, a.k.a. the "Scandal"
* and their van driver, who happened to be a Jew who grew up in Isratine.

The first three were Odrioyans from the northern parts of mainland Diarcesia, who didn't take much to blend in with the common folk.

As they approached a town, Ibrahim would stop and buy supplies and news with the local population. The driver would count his money, and the other two would exchange tokens of friendship via trinkets they bought in their free time.

"A trail of blood nearby? What happened?" Ibrahim asked, curious, when the merchant made mention of it.

The Pathan brothers meet them after of the leader of them came back from recognisance in neighbouring
Captain Khalid Pathan: “there are rumours of a bandit who was shot. Apparently a man is awaiting harsh punishment as one of the other bandits.”
The people in a certain village are burying the dead bandit.”
“He seems to be courting a farm security guard’s daughter.
He does a lot for the community there.
I say the best thing is lure him out of the village.”

[Valkiir]

Task Force 23 Continued to stem at flank speed as it approached the Straight of Gibraltar. reducing speed to international maritime standards and assuming a compact collum as it entered the trade lanes. Across multiple frequencies including military and civilian naval frequencies, the following message was played.

This is Admiral H'mdrig Hdratta. Republic Of valkiir Navy. Taskforce 23 aboard the HMS Leviathan. We are conducting routine training and freedom of navigation operations. We will pass through the straights of Gibraltar navigate to several locations within international waters, and exit The Area as per our operational Orders. We are not involved in any ongoing conflicts, or military operations, we do not intend to engage any forces within the region in direct action. By international conventions, we are allowed to make transit through international waters and along maritime trade routes without interference. Please maintain a safe distance from our vessels to avoid accidental collisions. I have aboard an Emissary from the Republic of Valkiir who can speak for the president and The Republic.

from the Bridge of the leviathan the captain and admiral watched s the coastline grew visible and shipping became more frequent. Including several massive cargo ships of their own nation entering and leaving the straight one of the Massive container ship had been on the same course for days and was now maneuvering to get through the strait ahead of the Leviathan its timetable seeming to be more important than a simple Fleet Flagships passage. "This is not the pace we want to have issues."

Almost as on cue the cargo ship began to veer and struck close alongside one of the destroyers. Klaxons, bells, curses and the overwhelming sound of bending steel filled the air. the two ships separated and the destroyer began to signal it had some damage from the collision, as did the container ship.

Within minutes the Destroyer was forced to break formation and veer toward the port sounding an alert and declaring an emergency seeking permission to dock to repair damage and get treatment for several injured sailors. The cargo ship leaked oil for short period then veered toward the port as well a string of Curse in English, Ojibwe, Russ, and other languages filling the air directed to the destroyer, between calls seeking emergency repairs.

[Democratic Exodian Territories]

ten...two.. five... three...97...Cockleshell, 54...Sheep shed...fifty November...The center can not hold...slouches toward Bethlehem...Oscar is a grouch....peter is a rabbit...thumper...thumper..thumper...ten...two.. five... three...97...Cockleshell, 54...Sheep shed...fifty November.

five five five...hotel oscar mike...three one...three-five..three seven...sound and fury...what fools...we happy few......thumper...thumper..thumper...five five five...hotel oscar mike...three one...three five..three seven

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International Cyberspace
4chan, /x/

☐ Anonymous MASS WORLDWIDE DATA BURST, IDENTICAL MESSAGE SPAM OVER SOCIAL MEDIA 12-19-30(Thurs)6:42 No. 1945834891
Know I'm shitting myself over and staying up this late, but I just couldn't sleep. Toying with Pop's old HAM radio and then everything exploded.
Couple seconds later and some Hindustani bot or something's trending on Youtube and it's playing the same fucking thing. Like those EAS alert creepypastas the Americans make fun of, but it's actually bloody real.
Someone actually fucking help me I don't know what the fuck's happening; what do I do?

☐ Anonymous 12-19-30(Thurs)6:50
Damn, OP, don't have to caps. There's like 8 different threads on this. We know the world's ending today. I'm seeing this in real-time too. Calm your tits.
I'm not being sarcastic either. Here's to you, lads.

/pol/

☐ Anonymous 06-7-18(Thurs)7:20
Anyone copy that shit down? I've got a Word doc ready.

/k/

☐ Anonymous 12-19-30(Thurs)7:24
You said you run pirate radio over in Wales? What do you usually air? I might know you.

☐ Anonymous 12-19-30(Thurs)7:31

>Massive shortwave data burst across a fuckton of electronic devices with a set pattern
>Identical message over social media with fucking sus accounts that aren't active running VPNs
>Gibraltar's being approached by my damn country's navy on probably some counterterror op
>We all know what's happening at Gibraltar now.

Something's up. You all know what I'm talking about.
Looks like we're off to World War III, fucking finally. Ever since they pulled that shit 10 years ago I've been waiting for that boogaloo to happen.

Off the coast of Virginia; International Waters
December 19, 2030, 6:50 Local Time
The ESS Pandora

Off the coast of the United States, a trio of vessels drifted amongst the calm, cold waters of the Middle Atlantic.

The Consequence-class electronic warfare picket, their hulls the work of of Cerion Heavy Industries (the same company commissioned by the internationally-known Golden Star Merchant Line to build their multitude of vessels), its flanks guarded by the ESS Lady Windsor, a Nobility-class guided missile destroyer, and the ESS Guadalupe, a Chastinglow-class multipurpose corvette. The Pandora herself, her decks covered with and shielding radio reception and transmission structures, tons of SIGINT equipment, and a collection of the most powerful electronic warfare suites ever deployed on a modern military vessel, alongside several defensive weapons at top and belowdecks, was herself quite a force to be reckoned with.

While, yes, the Exodians were very much alike to the Americans in practice, culture, and foreign ideology, they'd never been able to see straight with each other for many decades.
Besides, Exodia would never have been the international influencer, interventionist, and rabble-rouser it was known to be without the tragedy of that fateful night.
The trust in their northern neighbor had been gained back during the years between 2016 and 2024 some, but that never excused the Exodian public's suspicions of the American denial of the horrific incident... or their own acts of espionage towards Washington, partly in cautious paranoia and partly in nationalistic spite.

However, their rude morning awakening would not come from the White House, but rather somewhere farther up north.
And bloody hell, it was loud.

"Captain, we've been able to intercept several-"

"I heard, Lieutenant. Chief Petty Officer Anderson complained to intercepting it five times. On the fourth time he got up from his terminal because he sogging didn't want to hear it anymore."

"Happens every other hour on a wide span of frequencies. Corresponds with mass messaging over inactive accounts on social media. Textbook numbers station move, except it's a lot hella more overt."

Captain Sallfield nodded to himself, silently reading through his options.

"Hail the Lady Windsor and have her crew get her AUH-135 ready. Have our men prep our own helicopter as well; send them out and triangulate the signal. And get me on the line with Naval Command and the Intelligence Ministry if you can, it's likely they already know what's happening."

"Yes, sir."

A grin tugged at Sallfield's face.

"Just as a test, try jamming every frequency possible you can find it on when it's active. When it's not active, please do try and broadcast on its frequencies? Something sufficiently annoying, just so whoever it is we're dealing with can feel the same pain we do."

"Yes, captain!"

As the EW vessel and destroyer's crews prepared their aircraft for takeoff, the Pandora's powerful array of transmitters let loose their own repeating shortwave signal on every frequency they had found the signal broadcasting on.

More than a few of the technicians and crew gleefully hoped it would shut them up for now- or at least annoy them to the same end they were.

[Diarcesia]

From Dozens of remote extremely high power Shortwave radios, across thousands of Social media sites, and appearing as messages on random cellphones across the world the following message is heard or received... once an hour the process is repeated with a different sequence of numbers at the end of the message. viral posts of the text begin to occur at random as well, from old inactive accounts and accounts which seem to be created for and exist to broadcast the message once and then go inactive.. for seventy-two hours the message and random sequence of messages, posts and videos will continue, one new message every hour for 72 hours...

One of the social media posts within Diarcesia

"HELLO, WORLD!
I AM RICHARD T. MACLAREN.

What do these gibberish posts and messages mean? Well, they say that these viral posts are obviously encrypted messages that were meant as a form of coordination in the new war in the distant Mediterranean. I don't know how they got through Diarcesia, though. What I do know is that this is a thing, and that many other people receive stuff like this."

Diarcesian Naval Ship (DNS) Crotalias (Beag-class), Atlantic Ocean, near Gibraltar

"What do you make of this?"

"Standard procedure is that we're focused on counter-intelligence. If others try to spy on Diarcesia, we react accordingly."

"I thought so too, these posts are just in the news at home."

"Decrypt what you can on these messages. Anyway, the information shall go up to the designated channels. They can piece together and give us a clearer picture."

---

 

The Pathan brothers meet them after of the leader of them came back from recognisance in neighbouring
Captain Khalid Pathan: “there are rumours of a bandit who was shot. Apparently a man is awaiting harsh punishment as one of the other bandits.”
The people in a certain village are burying the dead bandit.”
“He seems to be courting a farm security guard’s daughter.
He does a lot for the community there.
I say the best thing is lure him out of the village.”

Ibrahim recognized the code phrases that indicate that they rendezvoused with the Pathan brothers and replied in Arabic, "Bandit's got what was coming for him. But I didn't quite catch the rest of what you said."[1]

---

Task Force 23 Continued to stem at flank speed as it approached the Straight of Gibraltar. reducing speed to international maritime standards and assuming a compact collum as it entered the trade lanes. Across multiple frequencies including military and civilian naval frequencies, the following message was played.

This is Admiral H'mdrig Hdratta. Republic Of valkiir Navy. Taskforce 23 aboard the HMS Leviathan. We are conducting routine training and freedom of navigation operations. We will pass through the straights of Gibraltar navigate to several locations within international waters, and exit The Area as per our operational Orders. We are not involved in any ongoing conflicts, or military operations, we do not intend to engage any forces within the region in direct action. By international conventions, we are allowed to make transit through international waters and along maritime trade routes without interference. Please maintain a safe distance from our vessels to avoid accidental collisions. I have aboard an Emissary from the Republic of Valkiir who can speak for the president and The Republic.

from the Bridge of the leviathan the captain and admiral watched s the coastline grew visible and shipping became more frequent. Including several massive cargo ships of their own nation entering and leaving the straight one of the Massive container ship had been on the same course for days and was now maneuvering to get through the strait ahead of the Leviathan its timetable seeming to be more important than a simple Fleet Flagships passage. "This is not the pace we want to have issues."

Almost as on cue the cargo ship began to veer and struck close alongside one of the destroyers. Klaxons, bells, curses and the overwhelming sound of bending steel filled the air. the two ships separated and the destroyer began to signal it had some damage from the collision, as did the container ship.

Within minutes the Destroyer was forced to break formation and veer toward the port sounding an alert and declaring an emergency seeking permission to dock to repair damage and get treatment for several injured sailors. The cargo ship leaked oil for short period then veered toward the port as well a string of Curse in English, Ojibwe, Russ, and other languages filling the air directed to the destroyer, between calls seeking emergency repairs.

DNS Crotalias

Valkiiri cargo ship. This is a Diarcesian naval ship. We received your emergency call. What specific repairs do you need? We can send a helicopter to your position in 30-45 minutes to assist.

[1] See spoiler

"But I didn't quite catch the rest of what you said." is code for "Let's discuss this in a more private place." I assume Captain Khalid Pathan is the merchant Ibrahim is talking to, so chances are the place is public and somewhat crowded.

[Valkiir]

As the EW vessel and destroyer's crews prepared their aircraft for takeoff, the Pandora's powerful array of transmitters let loose their own repeating shortwave signal on every frequency they had found the signal broadcasting on.

More than a few of the technicians and crew gleefully hoped it would shut them up for now- or at least annoy them to the same end they were.

Almost As soon as the jamming began thee was a change in the signal. It became more powerful, now broadcasting at 3.6 MW bouncing off the ionosphere and "echoing multiple times as the signals began to adjust so the constant broadcast recombined into a 10-megawatt effect signal due to being reinforced by its echoes. A second signal was now being broadcast between the series of words and numbers a continuous loop from at least a dozen points inside the arctic circle and points in both the Pacific and Atlantic.

https://youtu.be/GslzWvQRiJg?t=101

a third signal similar to it was also broadcast at 3.4 MW this one hit the ionosphere and was bouned down to hit the ocean at the origin point of the jamming signal.
https://youtu.be/GslzWvQRiJg?t=202

From Dozens of remote extremely high power Shortwave radios, across thousands of Social media sites, and appearing as messages on random cellphones across the world the following message is heard or received... once an hour the process is repeated with a different sequence of numbers at the end of the message. viral posts of the text begin to occur at random as well, from old inactive accounts and accounts which seem to be created for and exist to broadcast the message once and then go inactive.. for seventy-two hours the message and random sequence of messages, posts and videos will continue, one new message every hour for 72 hours...

One of the social media posts within Diarcesia
[box]"HELLO, WORLD!
I AM RICHARD T. MACLAREN.

What do these gibberish posts and messages mean? Well, they say that these viral posts are obviously encrypted messages that were meant as a form of coordination in the new war in the distant Mediterranean. I don't know how they got through Diarcesia, though. What I do know is that this is a thing and that many other people receive stuff like this."
Diarcesian Naval Ship (DNS) Crotalias (Beag-class), Atlantic Ocean, near Gibraltar

"What do you make of this?"

"Standard procedure is that we're focused on counter-intelligence. If others try to spy on Diarcesia, we react accordingly."

"I thought so too, these posts are just in the news at home."

"Decrypt what you can on these messages. Anyway, the information shall go up to the designated channels. They can piece together give us a clearer picture."

[Saranidia]

From Dozens of remote extremely high power Shortwave radios, across thousands of Social media sites, and appearing as messages on random cellphones across the world the following message is heard or received... once an hour the process is repeated with a different sequence of numbers at the end of the message. viral posts of the text begin to occur at random as well, from old inactive accounts and accounts which seem to be created for and exist to broadcast the message once and then go inactive.. for seventy-two hours the message and random sequence of messages, posts and videos will continue, one new message every hour for 72 hours...

One of the social media posts within Diarcesia

"HELLO, WORLD!
I AM RICHARD T. MACLAREN.

What do these gibberish posts and messages mean? Well, they say that these viral posts are obviously encrypted messages that were meant as a form of coordination in the new war in the distant Mediterranean. I don't know how they got through Diarcesia, though. What I do know is that this is a thing, and that many other people receive stuff like this."

Diarcesian Naval Ship (DNS) Crotalias (Beag-class), Atlantic Ocean, near Gibraltar

"What do you make of this?"

"Standard procedure is that we're focused on counter-intelligence. If others try to spy on Diarcesia, we react accordingly."

"I thought so too, these posts are just in the news at home."

"Decrypt what you can on these messages. Anyway, the information shall go up to the designated channels. They can piece together give us a clearer picture."

---

 

The Pathan brothers meet them after of the leader of them came back from recognisance in neighbouring
Captain Khalid Pathan: “there are rumours of a bandit who was shot. Apparently a man is awaiting harsh punishment as one of the other bandits.”
The people in a certain village are burying the dead bandit.”
“He seems to be courting a farm security guard’s daughter.
He does a lot for the community there.
I say the best thing is lure him out of the village.”

Ibrahim recognized the code phrases that indicate that they rendezvoused with the Pathan brothers and replied in Arabic, "Bandit's got what was coming for him. But I didn't quite catch the rest of what you said."[1]

---

Task Force 23 Continued to stem at flank speed as it approached the Straight of Gibraltar. reducing speed to international maritime standards and assuming a compact collum as it entered the trade lanes. Across multiple frequencies including military and civilian naval frequencies, the following message was played.

This is Admiral H'mdrig Hdratta. Republic Of valkiir Navy. Taskforce 23 aboard the HMS Leviathan. We are conducting routine training and freedom of navigation operations. We will pass through the straights of Gibraltar navigate to several locations within international waters, and exit The Area as per our operational Orders. We are not involved in any ongoing conflicts, or military operations, we do not intend to engage any forces within the region in direct action. By international conventions, we are allowed to make transit through international waters and along maritime trade routes without interference. Please maintain a safe distance from our vessels to avoid accidental collisions. I have aboard an Emissary from the Republic of Valkiir who can speak for the president and The Republic.

from the Bridge of the leviathan the captain and admiral watched s the coastline grew visible and shipping became more frequent. Including several massive cargo ships of their own nation entering and leaving the straight one of the Massive container ship had been on the same course for days and was now maneuvering to get through the strait ahead of the Leviathan its timetable seeming to be more important than a simple Fleet Flagships passage. "This is not the pace we want to have issues."

Almost as on cue the cargo ship began to veer and struck close alongside one of the destroyers. Klaxons, bells, curses and the overwhelming sound of bending steel filled the air. the two ships separated and the destroyer began to signal it had some damage from the collision, as did the container ship.

Within minutes the Destroyer was forced to break formation and veer toward the port sounding an alert and declaring an emergency seeking permission to dock to repair damage and get treatment for several injured sailors. The cargo ship leaked oil for short period then veered toward the port as well a string of Curse in English, Ojibwe, Russ, and other languages filling the air directed to the destroyer, between calls seeking emergency repairs.

DNS Crotalias

Valkiiri cargo ship. This is a Diarcesian naval ship. We received your emergency call. What specific repairs do you need? We can send a helicopter to your position in 30-45 minutes to assist.

[1] See spoiler

"But I didn't quite catch the rest of what you said." is code for "Let's discuss this in a more private place." I assume Captain Khalid Pathan is the merchant Ibrahim is talking to, so chances are the place is public and somewhat crowded.

“Ok, let’s go to the Jerusalem.”

Captain Pathan is not the merchant.

[Saranidia]

One of the social media posts within Diarcesia

"HELLO, WORLD!
I AM RICHARD T. MACLAREN.

What do these gibberish posts and messages mean? Well, they say that these viral posts are obviously encrypted messages that were meant as a form of coordination in the new war in the distant Mediterranean. I don't know how they got through Diarcesia, though. What I do know is that this is a thing, and that many other people receive stuff like this."

Diarcesian Naval Ship (DNS) Crotalias (Beag-class), Atlantic Ocean, near Gibraltar

"What do you make of this?"

"Standard procedure is that we're focused on counter-intelligence. If others try to spy on Diarcesia, we react accordingly."

"I thought so too, these posts are just in the news at home."

"Decrypt what you can on these messages. Anyway, the information shall go up to the designated channels. They can piece together give us a clearer picture."

---

 

Ibrahim recognized the code phrases that indicate that they rendezvoused with the Pathan brothers and replied in Arabic, "Bandit's got what was coming for him. But I didn't quite catch the rest of what you said."[1]

---

DNS Crotalias

Valkiiri cargo ship. This is a Diarcesian naval ship. We received your emergency call. What specific repairs do you need? We can send a helicopter to your position in 30-45 minutes to assist.

[1] See spoiler

"But I didn't quite catch the rest of what you said." is code for "Let's discuss this in a more private place." I assume Captain Khalid Pathan is the merchant Ibrahim is talking to, so chances are the place is public and somewhat crowded.

“Ok, let’s go to the Jerusalem.”

Captain Pathan is not the merchant.

OOC: in Jerusalem they could talk in one of those hotel conference things.
Besides hidden in plain sight.

[The Hindustani State]

Mediterranean Sea

Commander Vikram Singh nearly burst out laughing at the Saranidian response. They sent a fleet of aircrafts to stop a fleet of troop carriers... escorted by corvettes.

“Fire the AA cannons” the commander ordered, as the corvettes aimed and started firing at the planes

[Saranidia]

Mediterranean Sea

Commander Vikram Singh nearly burst out laughing at the Saranidian response. They sent a fleet of aircrafts to stop a fleet of troop carriers... escorted by corvettes.

“Fire the AA cannons” the commander ordered, as the corvettes aimed and started firing at the planes

The planes carried out relentlessly.

They flew to the troop carriers, close enough to land on them(dead or alive) if they fell and began bombing anywhere there were signs of activity.

The Al-Saranidi Navy sent 58 corvettes of their own.
The Syria government was told they would not fire on them unless fired upon.

[Saranidia]

The Al-Saranidi Navy began patrolling the Barbary Coast;
They had been given permission from the Libyan and Moroccan governments to patrol in their territories.

[Saranidia]

The Al-Saranidi Navy began patrolling the Barbary Coast;
They had been given permission from the Libyan and Moroccan governments to patrol in their territories.

They have also obtained permission from the Egyptian and Iraqi government.

[Valkiir]

Mediterranean Sea

Commander Vikram Singh nearly burst out laughing at the Saranidian response. They sent a fleet of aircrafts to stop a fleet of troop carriers... escorted by corvettes.

“Fire the AA cannons” the commander ordered, as the corvettes aimed and started firing at the planes

Yet across the gulf of space, minds that are to our minds as ours are to those of the beasts that perish, intellects vast and cool and unsympathetic, regarded this earth with cold pitiless eyes, and slowly and surely drew their plans against us. And early in the twentieth century came the great disillusionment.

“Let your plans be dark and impenetrable as night, and when you move, fall like a thunderbolt.”
― Sun Tzu, The Art of War

Satellites picked up the increase in military band radars and the distinctive thermal flashes of weapons fire, singles flashed around the globe, and into computers, and across the monitors of the officer assigned various roles. in minutes responses dictated by contingency plans and pre-arranged codes flashed back fro their terminals, to command and control networks and receivers linked to the submarines loitering in the Atlantic. These ships were not city killing world-ending nuclear-armed doomsday warriors. they were meant for far more precise work, lethal silent assassins primed to strike at a moment's notice against enemies that might not even know they were in the crosshairs.

in this case, the strike would be a bolt from the blue, six submarines firing 24 missiles each in rapid sequence, then a second sequence thirty seconds later. the missiles were ejected from their tubes, and once reaching the surface solid-fueled rockets accelerated the missiles to twice the speed of sound climbing vertically to fifty thousand feet. solid-fueled air-breathing ramjets then ignited the sleek rapier thin missile continued to accelerate as they flew in a high arc before plunging almost vertically toward their targets. targeted by radar, thermal, multi-spectrum visual imagers, and passive radar detecting systems each missile pinged its neighbor as the missile picked out the most opportune target in the Hindustani State fleet of transports and corvettes below.

the first wave targeted the corvettes, using their fire control radars to home in on. at five thousand meters the warheads or the hypersonic Shaitain Missiles split apart into a swarm of five-kilogram, 1350 meters per second, 4,556,250 joule submunitions made of tungsten and steel. The missiles that hit their target would hit their target with a dozen or more projectiles aimed at the ship's powerplant, engines, and radars. each one hitting with the power of an anti-tank gun. In the confusion of a naval battle it was unlikely the enemy would pause to consider that the incoming missiles were from anyone but the force they ere engaging, the silent assassins would unload 144 missiles at the corvettes to neutralize the air defense, then the second wave would strike the intended target.

The transports were target with a different munition this one was a single warhead filed with microscopically powdered iron oxide, aluminum, magnesium, and zinc. If, or WHEN they hit the missiles would rip through the upper works of the ship, penetrate the hull rupture filling open spaces with a cloud of superheated metal that burst into flame instantly creating a shockwave that could blow out bulkheads, buckle the hull outward consume every molecule of oxygen available and turn human tissue into charred carbon almost instantly. That was before the ship's cargo of war materials, fuel, and other combustibles were added into the nightmarish mixes.

A ships stuck By Shaitan would not likely survive the encounter, and anyone aboard it was not long for the world, with entire units of troops herded into metal boxes and set in the middle of the ocean where there was no hiding, and no place to run, the opportunity to strike a lethal, and decisive blow was a temptation few military planners could pass up. And with a chance to increase the odds of a Victory for Saranidia being the goal, the chance was not thrown away by The war planners far far away, watching their satellite feeds in anonymity