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Posted: **Tue Feb 11, 2020 11:38 am**

CRIMSON STARSET
South Reinkalistan is in grave strife. The recent rise of the People's Federation has been welcomed by many; though many oppose it still. As more and more dissenters are arrested through the regime clamping down, the dissatisfied, counter-revolutionary factions still in the nation are growing ready for a fight. A long period of civil strife and tension is beginning to erupt in the South Reinkalistani state. Who will prevail, and what will come of it? One thing is certain, and this certainty is dangerous indeed - there will most definitely be blood. So let us look no direction but forwards. Will the Red Star continue to fly high above South Reinkalistan, or will a new order supplant the fledgling People's Federation?

Rules

Modern Tech and Early Post-Modern Tech only, please. The proletariat of South Reinkalistan would much appreciate it if they weren't struck with orbital bombardment or anything of the like. They've had enough hardships already, c'mon.
The word of the OP is law.
No incredibly large troop deployments. I'll leave it to your discretion as to what suitable numbers will be, but if it gets out of hand, I'll ask you to trim it down.
OOC chatter should be taken to the OOC thread, please.
Keep responses detailed and civil.
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OOC Thread

OFFICIAL COMMUNIQUE FROM THE UNITED ENTENTE
To all righteous opponents of Communist tyranny and the world at large: the hour is now. The people of South Reinkalistan stand poised to cut off the head of the red dragon. The People's Federation must fall. This message is sent out on behalf of the United Entente. The flames of the counter-revolution are not yet extinguished. The difficulties we have faced at the hands of this dastardly concordat that rules us have not passed by unnoticed. We are beyond disillusioned. We are in revolt. And this revolution will not cease until all monuments to this reign of terror are nought but ash. But as with all revolutions, our insurgency requires support. The Entente stands numerous, yet with numerous foes pitted against us. The iron fist of freedom cannot yet rise to strike the oppressors. Like all movements of the past, and as will all movements of the future, the Entente requires lifeblood. Guns, volunteers, funds; we need it all.

South Reinkalistan has made many enemies under its previous administrations. It's time for a new dawn to rise upon this land; one that does not feed off of dogma, does not operate based on blind religion and empty promises. We need a regime that embodies the immortal will of the people. So watch as we march, these illegitimate Socialist dogs falling to the righteous blazing fire of true Reinkalistanis. Stand with Reinkalistan in her time of need, stand with justice - stand with what is fundamentally and morally right.

Raise your banners high, and ready your fists. The People's Federation will fall.

South Reinkalistan has, for much of its recent history, been ruled by a monarchic authority, held nominally by King Sarkos IV of House Tunchix. Following the fall of the Reinkalistani monarchy during a period of bloody civil strife, a vast list of short-lived leaders has seen the 'Turaniski Council' under Socialist leader Mozhkin Turaniski rise to power. With the instability of the past behind them, the Reinkalistanis, an ever war-weary people, have prepared to accept the new system. Or so one would think; beneath the surface, tensions have been boiling. Monarchists, republicans, and much of the disenfranchised middle class have been forced to work together under such pressing circumstances. This has culminated in the "United Entente", a loose rebel group that stands as a supposed bulwark against the Socialist administration and dictatorial governance as a whole.

Posted: **Tue Feb 11, 2020 11:38 am**

AREINTOR SQUARE
TURANISKIDAK
SOUTH REINKALISTAN
11th FEBRUARY 2020 8:00 PM

Turaniskidak, as always, is a drab place. The winds lash at pedestrians, a whip of air driving their huddled forms forth about their day. Snow is falling, slowly building up on the grey pavements. It's a usual day in Turaniskidak. The monotonous trudge of feet on concrete, the ever-constant march of those making their commute from their state-assigned jobs to their state-assigned apartments. Dim streetlights glow in the evening gloom, illuminating the pathway that would be otherwise shrouded in darkness. Small, state-owned food centres stand where there were once cheerful family restaurants.

South Reinkalistan is not what it used to be.

Finally, the roaring of discontent alerts the ever-present police force, immediately drawing their weapons at the approaching beast. Hundreds, nay, thousands of dissatisfied protesters gathering under a blue banner with a white crown emblem. The mark of the United Entente. Whispers of this underground group had been the cause of much paranoia for the city administration, and now here they were. Bedraggled and starved, they have now devoted themselves towards the eradication of the Turaniski Council. Despite their concave frames, tired eyes and weak limbs, they stand proud, brandishing weapons ranging from firearms to cricket bats. They chant.

"Bread and freedom! Bread and freedom!"

Shouting in alarm, the police aim their weapons and form a blockade. A wide-eyed officer calls into his radio for backup as the mob slowly edges closer, brandishing their makeshift armoury. The policeman standing at the front of the blockade is a young man. Recently initiated, he's clearly unsettled. "Head back! We'll-" he begins to cough, earning a brutal shove from his Comrade. Regaining his composure, he screams again, his voice raw. "Head back! We'll fire, we'll-"

His protests are cut short by the deafening roar of the crowd, following the thunder of footsteps as they surge forth. Suddenly, gunfire. Screams as the local garrison charges, dispersing the Entente protesters in a bloody massacre. A molotov is thrown from a window: the street lights up in flames. The entire scene is a mess of blood, sulfur and panicked shouts. For about five minutes, the chaos continues. Then, as quickly as it began, it subsides. All that is left is silence and the sanguine smell of blood.

Posted: **Tue Feb 11, 2020 12:47 pm**

To: The Office of Priemer Mozkhin Turanki, People's Federation of South Reinkalistan
From: The Office of Supreme Chancellor John Mercer, the Northern Atlantic Settlements of the Rapture Republic

ATTENTION SURFACE DWELLERS! YOU HAVE RECEIVED A MESSAGE FROM THE GLORIOUS AND MOST RIGHTEOUS IMMORTAL CHANCELLOR! HEAD HIS WORDS CLEARFULLY OR FACE THE WRATH OF THE LEVIATHAN STATE!

Hello, my dearest and most loyal friend Priemer Mozkhin Turanki. I have received the terrible terrible news that a rebellion of clowns and fools is looming within your most glorious country, they call themselves the United Entente. A silly name, indeed. Believing they have the might and the backing to bring your Government down, humorous truly, my dearest friend. They shall regret that dearly and most severely as none can stand your wrath and the will of your revolutionary peoples. However, I need not cause offense, Turanki. There is something in the air, and not just the oxygen generator in my humble country acting up again that tells me. You are in for quite a fight as I read that horrible message again. They will use every horrific method in the book and outside of it to win a victory that they will never achieve, and so with your permission. I ask for authorization for the Aquarian Fatherland to join your forces in crushing these armed buffoons and remind them who won in your civil war to remove their insufferable ilk from power and breathe new light and a new dawn for the Reinkalistani people. I await your command, Priemer Mozkin Turanki, Liberator of South Reinskalistan and Conqueror of ALL who stands before him.

Sincerely your friend in Rapture,
Chancellor John Mercer

After the message was sent to the channels of the People's Federation of South Reinkalistan. The Supreme Chancellor light a cigar and contracted the Republican Military Headquarters to prepare for war, location, South Reinkalistan.

Posted: **Tue Feb 11, 2020 1:15 pm**

Turaniskidak, Premier's Office

Mobilise the third garrison at Central District, Block 3; lock down all protests.

Posted: **Tue Feb 11, 2020 1:37 pm**

Das Königreich Herzpunkt/ The Kingdom of Herzpunkt

Herzpunkt, Royal House Podium

Hanz Sommer adjusted his glasses as he approached the podium, he was the Prime Minister of the Kingdom, appointed by the King as his representative, a literal puppet in this regard but one that enjoyed his position as well as the leadership of the King and his family. An assortment of microphones was presented in front of where he stood, with translators for English, Slavic and Italian for the other regions of the country where those were unofficially recognized nationally, but recognized locally. He had been briefed on the current situation from South Reinkalistan, and it's notoriously ruthless government wrapped in the "will of the people" that most of those radical left-wing nations claimed to brand their oppression in. South Reinkalistan was a large and powerful nation, but that didn't mean that Herzpunkt would stand by and not at least offer some moral comfort to those who were under the leash of their political police.

He looked into the screen before down at his papers and backup, addressing the camera and spoke in Herzpunkter (German with slight english/italian/slavic influences)

" The Kingdom of Herzpunkt has long held the belief that a people desire just rule from just rulers like our beloved King and the Jungraf household. We stand as a shining example of a proud nation, gifted with compassion and gifted with a stern understanding of the family, nation and people's needs. What we have witnessed in South Reinkalistan is yet another example of the terror of communism rearing it's head and devouring the very culture, traditions and soul of it's nation to feed the hungry and corrupt needs of a political cabal whom paint their tyranny as that of the "people's will". It is in such cabals that the average person, born of this Earth and trying to find there place, in love, in work and life are tormented with one of the worst shortages a human being can experience: Hope.

But we will supply such a shortage, the Kingdom of Herzpunkt refuses to recognize the communist occupation of it's people, we offer our voices and compassion to the real liberal minds of the nation whom yearn for freedom. We, as a monarchy, offer the surviving members of the South Reinkalistan Royalty safe sanctuary and passage in Herzpunkt until they can reclaim there birthright. In the meantime, it is ultimatley up to the South Reinkalistan people to fight there battles, but know that we are a friend to you and as you shout for freedom, we will shout with you. Thank you all, for god, land and King, for Herzpunkt."

The Podium went silent as reporters and journalists attempting to claw at any other bit of information that they could get from the Prime Minister, but he left them with nothing more as he made his way back to the King's court to deliver the completion of his services for the adress, it wouldn't be long though before he would be receiving another brief from the military, intelligence and counter-terror officials before long. Today would not be the last time his tongue told a tale of South Reinkalistan.

Posted: **Tue Feb 11, 2020 4:29 pm**

Chernograd Governmental Complex
Black Wing
6:22 AM

The Yeglan capital's governmental arcology was a sprawling, labyrinthine mess. A city within a city, its monumental form serving as far more than a simple show of architectural ingenuity. It was functionally a fortress. Perhaps not one of buttresses and turrets, but overbuilt just the same. Walls, meters thick, layer upon layer, stretching out in a honeycombed mess of passages and chambers, partitions and subsections. They looked (and likely were, given the typical Yeglan mindset towards such things) capable of shrugging off nuclear blasts - so it was that here, at the very heart of the structure, the sounds of the city without had no hope whatsoever of breaking the cloying, almost palpable silence. A silence that was now broken nonetheless, by the unhurried clicking of fingers on a keyboard.

Dmitri Rasputin, Vozhd of the Bureaucracy, sat at his desk. His office was not particularly brightly lit - dimmed backlights, complemented by the flickering glow brought forth by the massive, marbled fireplace at the rear of the room, cast deep shadows across his desk. Objects, outlined in darkness. The monitor and keyboard he now busied himself with. A stack of neatly-arranged papers in a ring binder. A half-full glass, the clear liquid within vibrating nigh-imperceptibly with each press of the keys. Every so often, he would take a sip. And so he worked for quite a few minutes more, until a sharp rap at the door tore his eyes away from the screen.

"Enter."

The massive blackwood portal swung open on nigh-frictionless hinges, revealing a rather stony-faced figure beyond. Eduard Timurovich, Minister of the Interior, stepped into the room on flannel feet. The firelight played over his scarred face as he carefully shut the door. The Vozhd nodded to him.

"Good morning. An update on GHOSTLIGHT, I presume?"

"No, not yet. I've heard precious little from the teams over the past week. An extended commission is being put together as we speak, but it is far too early to gauge results. I've a far more... minor matter to discuss, if that's alright with you."

"Certainly."

Rasputin shut off the monitor, turning his full attention to his conversation partner.

"But why not just send a memo?"

"The matter in question wouldn't get past your worktime priority filters. Ordinarily I simply wouldn't bother you with it, but... I foresee escalations."

"Ah, your famous intuition."

Eduard cracked a brief smile, as if remembering an old joke.

"Indeed. It is with regards to the situation in Reinkalistan."

"Civil unrest?"

"As expected, yes. Have you kept up to date on their regime changes?"

"Only in general terms. A more permanent, communist administration seems to have been established, no? Or was there yet another revolt I was not made aware of?"

"No, you're correct. For now, at the very least. But recent reports have been... troubling."

The Minister pulled a printout from within the folds of his coat, handing it over. Rasputin took a moment to read over the United Entente's proclamation, before raising his eyes once more.

"You believe them to be a potential threat?"

"Perhaps not to us, but they certainly don't spell good news for the current administration. My concerns are on a somewhat larger scale - if this political tumble is allowed to continue, it may well effect further regional instability. Especially if this "entente" makes a large enough splash."

"...yes, I can see the potential problems. But military action at this stage - or indeed, anything else of commensurate scale - seems ill-advised."

"Of course. I'm just bringing the matter to your attention."

"And for that I am grateful. Feel free to keep me updated on the situation, if your schedule allows."

"Naturally."

The Vozhd produced a flat, silvered case from a desk drawer. Sliding it open, he revealed two rows of cigars - one pitch-black, one a more conventional brown. He proffered the case to Eduard, who waved it away. Shrugging, Rasputin extracted a black cigar - with a fingertip that seemed to momentarily flash red-hot, he gently touched its tip. As it began to smoulder, he took a deep drag. His next words were accompanied by a stream of oddly-thick, jet-black smoke.

"Do you foresee another war?"

"Depends on what it is you mean by war. Arms will be raised, certainly. Whether or not it spirals into anything notable... well. That remains for us to see. And, should the need arise, cull in its infancy."

"As always."

They remained in silent contemplation for a few minutes more, before Eduard turned to leave, executing a lazy salute.

"I'll leave you to your work, then."

"Much appreciated. Oh, and..."

The Minister turned back.

"Yes?"

"Feel free to put in a preemptive casefile framework for the Reinkalistan situation. Perhaps geared more towards the deployment of a diplomatic corps, at least to begin with."

"As you wish. Good luck with the paperwork."

"Same to you, old friend. Void knows you have just as much on your plate these days - and yet you still find the time for these interludes."

Here, Eduard's smile was more pronounced. A rare expression on his normally desolate countenance.

"I do my best. Farewell."

The opening and closing of the door sent ripples through the coils of smoke that now lazily wafted around the Vozhd's desk. Taking another puff of the cigar, he reactivated the monitor - there was still plenty of work to be done.

Posted: **Wed Feb 12, 2020 10:54 am**

THE PEOPLE'S FEDERATION OF SOUTH REINKALISTAN

OFFICIAL STATEMENT FROM THE COMMISSARIAT OF THE EXTERIOR
It has come to the attention of the People's Federation that the recent civil disturbances have caused a stir both at home and abroad. These disturbances have culminated in a large protest and subsequent street encounter, in what is coming quickly to be known as "Red Tuesday". It must be made abundantly clear that the supposed "crimes" of national authorities and the Turaniskidak Police Agency been over-exaggerated and taken out of proportion by malicious parties. The protest in question, organised by a radical terrorist group that calls itself the "United Entente", would have been dispersed by entirely peaceful measures were it not for the violent and aggressive nature of the activists. They were indeed given due warning, and attempted to lead an assault on an emergency police blockade. Considering that some of the dissenters were armed, the local garrison made a wise decision to open fire. While the level of death that resulted was tragic, the inherently criminal actions of these protesters have lead to their demise.

Despite the innocence of the People's Federation, it appears that the fascistic world order nonetheless still finds reason to attack South Reinkalistan, capitalising on the horrifying events of Red Tuesday. Most prominent is the Kingdom of Herzpunkt, which appears to have even extended a hand to the remaining members of the House Tunchix. The People's Federation would like to remind Herzpunkt that these are dangerous figures who have been complicit in the reign of terror perpetrated by Sarkos IV for many years. Should any further aggression be shown by Herzpunkt's Prime Minister, South Reinkalistan will be forced to take action against the Kingdom. The Kingdom of Herzpunkt and its warmongering government is hereby warned to step down from this fool's podium it places itself upon.

Nevertheless, it has come to the attention of the People's Congress that the Rapture Republic, an avid supporter of the Premier, has offered aid against this insurgency. The People's Federation wishes to express gratitude towards Chancellor John Mercer for his wisdom in maintaining international order and furthering world peace. The people of Rapture are blessed to be ruled by such a wise hand.

Posted: **Wed Feb 12, 2020 11:03 am**

Siberia Boss - Timesplitters 2

National Defense Complex at night

KANG MAKESI'S OFFICE
NATIONAL DEFENSE COMPLEX
OUYANG
23:13 Zhouran Standard Time (UTC+11:00) - 02/13/20XX
Senior Marshal Kang Makesi - People's Republic of Zhouran

Inside his nice opulent office within the National Defense Complex, the tall, imposing officer stood by the window as he looked out towards the beautiful night skyline of the capital. It was just another normal night; same shit, different day, truly the life of someone who's Chairman of the People's Defense Council. The office door automatically opened; a small quadcopter drone entered, carrying a small package beneath it. The drone hovered above Kang's desk, made from the finest hardwood in the rich forests of Zhouran, and dropped the package before exiting the office. As he sat back down to his chair, the battle-hardened officer opened the package, takes one piece of a Zhouranese cigar made from the finest tobacco in the country, lights it up and takes a puff to relax his nerves. While smoking his cigar behind his desk, a young female civilian office worker knocks on the door and enters the office. "Hey, uh, sir, here are the papers you wanted" she said nervously while holding a large pile of folders. "Thanks, just leave the documents on that table" Kang replied calmly with his left hand pointing towards a table on the side of the room while his right hand still holding the cigar. After the office worker dropped the files on the table and left the room, Kang slowly walked towards the table and began reading the files. "The folder doesn't seem too thick" he said to himself while opening the files. All the files were intel reports from the Ministry of National Security in regards to the airstrikes on the reactionary hellhole called Kapalstan. While going through the files, Kang hears a notification bell coming from his desk. "Well shit, what now" he muttered to himself.

After reading all the files, Kang discards his cigar and heads back to his desk. On top of the desk was Kang's sleek computer tablet with a 18.9 inch UHD OLED touchscreen, he opened it and checked his messages. The Ministry of National Security sent him a standard situation-overview report regarding the current situation in the People's Federation of South Reinkalistan, specifically in regards to the United Entente rebel group and their attempt at an armed uprising. "I'm sure South Reinkalistan's military could crush the rebels" Kang said to himself. "It's unlikely a newly-created rebel group would have instant access to heavy weaponry without being established by defected soldiers in the first place".

Ministry of External Affairs of the People's Republic of Zhouran

Message

To Premier Mozhkin Turaniski of South Reinkalistan

The People's Republic of Zhouran is aware of the existence of the so-called 'United Entente', a dangerous rebel group that will destroy South Reinkalistan's cohesion and national unity. The people of Zhouran stand in solidarity with the people of South Reinkalistan in combating internal threats who seek to disrupt stability in the name of achieving narcissistic power for themselves and fulfilling their petty dogmatic agenda, thus the People's Republic strongly CONDEMNS the United Entente for even existing and seeking to utilize foreign support from neoliberal colonial imperialist powers just to overthrow a legitimate government that doesn't share the same opinions as them.

Also, the Zhouranese People's Army strongly advises that you mobilize your military as soon as possible and swiftly neutralize the threat before it even begins receiving international aid. If your nation wants to avoid having another rebellion, the preventative act is to further increase standard of living so as to decrease radicalization and dissent from the masses as well as provide them with jobs and housing along with stable access to social security. This way the people would think twice before giving up comfort and taking up arms just because the government is hurting their feelings.

Regards, office of the Minister of External Affairs.

UNDERGROUND MEETING ROOM
NATIONAL DEFENSE COMPLEX
OUYANG
Senior Marshal Nashun Kangdasi - People's Republic of Zhouran

Within the underground section of the National Defense Complex, Senior Marshal Nashun Kangdasi along with various officers from the ZPA Ground Force, Air Force, and Navy, all sat down around a large circular table inside a meeting room. The room was dimly lit, the only light source in the room excluding the hallway light from outside were the pendant lights hanging above the large table. Although the Chairman of the People's Defense Council was not in attendance, the meeting would instead be presided by the Vice Chairman of the People's Defense Council himself. Nashun was busy reading reports regarding what's happening in Southeast Asia, but before he could say anything, a ZPA Navy officer (holding the rank of Captain Lieutenant) entered the room, holding several files.

"Sir, take a look at these reports" said the naval officer. One-by-one, Nashun began reading all the files, everyone else were on their chairs, silent. "Well, this is fucking great" Nashun said sarcastically, his face expressing strong annoyance. "A bunch of morons are suddenly taking up arms because their government is the 'evil socialist' and shit so the alternative for them is late-stage free-market neoliberal decay".

Everyone continued to sit silently, some even began to sweat nervously, afraid that Nashun might spontaneously go into a fiery rant. Instead, he continued reading through the reports while still having a "pissed-off" look on his face. "And I'm not fucking surprised that a literal monarchy is siding with the United Entente because 'socialism destroys culturs & traditions & shit' like as if fucking capitalism doesn't commodify shit for mainstream society" Nashun said to himself while reading through the files. "Of course the bourgeois aristo-trash don't want to spread their wealth equally to the common folks, no different from other aristocrats around the world so instead they act all liberal by virtue-signalling that they're 'progressive' and 'supportive of the common man' by blaming their bullshit on the supposed 'evils of socialism' never mind that the bourgeoisie hog all the wealth for themselves and their inbred family and never mind that they promote their shitty cancerous brand of representative democracy in an attempt to persuade people that they care about freedom instead of telling truth about wanting people's money instead". Everyone in the room knew that Nashun was never gonna be pleased with the current state of the world, even with the demise of a former superpower due to decades of unrestrained neoliberal decay.

"Well it's not like any right-wing regimes could easily provide arms to the United Entente if the South Reinkalistan military sealed their border" Field Marshal Sun Weilun commented. "Fuck off, fly-boi" Nashun angrily replied. "Even through the tiniest cracks, any right-wing regimes will try desperately hard to provide support to a bunch of piss-poor weak rebel groups just to destabilize and overthrow a socialist government, we know how much of a bunch of special-snowflakes reactionaries can be, like the sight of white-supremacist inbred mouthbreathers marching in America's deep-south calling for the 'so-called good-old days' or royalist tsarists in Russia blaming 'evil cultural-marxist bolshevists' for overthrowing aristo-trash monarchs for good".

"It's not like the situation in South Reinkalistan is rapidly spiraling out of control" Chief Marshal Tandalun Beisun responded before taking a puff from his cigar. "It's like you're implying the United Entente has popular support from delusional reactionaries but the reality is that those guys only popped out of nowhere and are in desperate need of foreign assistance". As he took another puff from his cigar before placing down on an ash-tray, Tandalun added "if shit in South Reinkalistan hits the fan then we can simply provide some military assistance and maybe, you know... soften up and weaken the United Entente with full-spectrum dominance and devastating-but-precise firepower, like that time when the Air Force conducted intense airstrikes against rebel-captured power-facilities and military bases at some random Southeast Asian state several years ago when the political-moderates were still the establishment in this nation and busy with betraying socialism". "Let's not forget about Operation Sunset Rain when we bombarded a foreign country with apocalyptic hellfire" Senior General Fanrong Nalan interjected as he quickly chimed in.

Once finishing reading through the papers, Nashun slowly stood up from his chair and begins walking off. "I'll let the South Reinkalistan military deal with the United Entente bastards instead, it's unlikely the United Entente will ever win, but if the South Reinkalistan military does need some assistance, then we could provide them limited support Nashun spoke sternly as he leaves the room. "But regardless, no clandestine covert shit or even any reality-bending monkey-business, the last thing I want are those 'Black 33' pricks joining in and pulling off their weird party-trick bullshit".

Posted: **Wed Feb 12, 2020 11:36 am**

Rapture
Territorial Waters

Through endless years of expansion and righteous conquests to give a testament to the Rapture Republic's place as a revered and feared superpower that is not to be missed with lightly without awakening the wrath of the Leviathan that sleeps below the waves. Chancellor John Mercer by his orders to Republican Military Headquarters to prepare for immediate deployment to South Reinkalistan and their ally against the forces who dare undermine the sovereignty and will of his dearest Priemer Muzkhin Turanki. As the nation geared up for the insurgency, and its troops and vehicles loaded onto vessels with the look of madness and bloodlust that is so common and so evident to see in any Aquarian, whether they be civilian or not, there is a monster that hungers to be let out, and slaughter anything that stands in its way. All for the glory of the Supreme Chancellor and the Beloved Fatherland.

Now as the military builds its forces, Chancellor John Mercer ordered the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to open all channels to nations of the world who may and may not partake in the looming conflict. Mercer light a cigar, puffing smoke out smoothly, as he began to write his decree to the world.

To: Nations of the World
From: Your Friend and Enemy, the Rapture Republic

I call to you, leaders of the world to watch yourselves and pick the right battles in this dreadful news of a mindless and cowardly rebellion to overthrow a sovereign and legitimate government. I care not what you think of its ideology, a war for ideology is a meaningless and frankly braindead cause that causes nothing but trouble when noting history's wars over ideologies and the atrocities committed over a heavily worded essay. However, I know some of you will disagree and make excuses to justify your precious "ideology" and why you must illegally overthrow a sovereign state's governing body to fill the temporary fulfillment of righteousness, and so be it. But here is my warning, this war shall not go in your favor, the Rapture Republic shall defend the People's Federation to the bitter end and no treaty or laughable calls for peace shall stop us. There is only victory and death for that is the way of war. And we Aquarians shall hold true its definition.

Sincerly,
Chancellor John Mercer, Leader of the Rapture Republic

As he finished his announcement to the world, following by the Rapture Tribune (News Network) starting a report on the situation in South Reinkalistan with Chancellor's announcement to aide the People's Federation, followed with a list of what concerned citizens can to do to best help their Reinskalistani allies. John Mercer received a call from Military Headquarters, the 88th Republican Fleet calling the man and firepower to support their comrades in Reinskalistan against the Monarchists.

The 88th Republican Fleet would not be the extent of Rapture's intervention in the conflict as the nation was still undergoing preparations to deal with the impending civil war in South Reinskalistan. In its impressive surfacing above the waves, the fleet consisted of five destroyers, four dreadnoughts, ten submarines (which remained below them), and one super aircraft carrier that carried the soldiers and vehicles of the Republican Military as the fleet sailed towards South Reinkalistan as the sky as painted by black, thick, choking, and roaring smoke from the warships' chimneys.

Posted: **Wed Feb 12, 2020 12:13 pm**

3rd Chirison Street, Arrentemondo Suburbs

did

Posted: **Wed Feb 12, 2020 12:16 pm**

Das Königreich Herzpunkt/ The Kingdom of Herzpunkt

Herzpunkt, Ministry of Intelligence

It was not long before the prime ministers addressing of the nation that South Reinkalistan responded in kind with their own address, a veiled threat if Hanz Sommer ever heard one. He had confided in the King already and had just grabbed another cup of coffee from a local cafe before heading into main building of the Ministry of Intelligence. The beautiful building had been around for almost a hundred years, designed in a classical Germanic europeon style, grand. The interior reflected this with floors of beautiful stone, though the high tech televisions and monitors betrayed it's old world charm. Men and women in suits passed by each other with the occasional military officer parading his brass through the building. He looked at a newspaper that was sitting on a desk " SK issues cold warning to Herzpunkt for supporting protesters". Hanz set the paper back down, the press were always so fast, almost inhumane quick at times.

He entered into the Minister's office where he would have a one to one, then he would gather with the other heads of ministry to establish future conduct that should occur. The room was warm, decorating the office were the typical decor of a man with years of service in intelligence, black and white photos from the cold war, awards, books and the like. The Minister of Intelligence, Otto Kramer, stood up and quickly shook the hand of Hanz Sommer before beckoning him to take a seat and offered him any small pleasures before the meeting began, but Hanz was okay with his coffee. Minister Kramer pulled out a number of folded documents marked for classification and laid them in front of the Prime Minister.

" It is a pleasure Prime Minister, I'm so happy you came straight here, we have much to report." Kramer stated pouring himself some hot tea. The black tea quickly let off soothing swirls of steam. While some ministers would have a secretary deliver them drinks or food, Kramer was a man who was hands on, he didn't need anyone to bring him something as simple as a drink unless he was extremely busy, it was simply a grown up thing to do for one's self. " We have received our first intelligence reports from South Reinkalistan, while we have no operatives in the country we are tracking what little digital information we can get coming out of the state." Kramer moved pushed one of the envelopes to Sommer, opening it, showing leaked social media posts. " It isn't much, but clearly there are more than a few people angry and discontent with the current government."

Kramer leaned back in his seat and twiddled his finger together " We have some options, but before i go into them I have to advise you of something Mr. Prime Minister. Our nation is not particularly large, nor is the aparatus of military or intelligence, we have been a mostly non-interventionist state for the majority of our nations life span barring the world conflicts that dragged us in the past. As such our military and intelligence forces, while well trained and decently funded, have little real world experience. While this opportunity does give us a chance to show our stance on our ideological enemies and strengthen the position of the King we must also be cautious not to bring about too much trouble." He leaned forward again and opened a second folder before explaining it's contents. " The South Reinkalistan military and intelligence departments are heavily funded, well organized and invasive, no doubt they employ some kind of secret police force among the population, this makes the situation harder to manage from our end." He flipped a page showing pictures of nuclear tests and military units and weapons. " We are not a nuclear power like they are either, which can also cause issues, but I'm not concerned by nuclear weapons in totality, the military and police forces are our biggest concern, we already known they are operating checkpoints."

Hanz Sommer interuppted " Well, we are up for a challenge then aren't we? What options do you have for us? We need to at least make some kind of effort, even if it's small, the King wish's for it to be so." Kramer nodded " We always have options, it's just matter of risk vs reward and with our fledgling nations resources we can attempt some actions. Now I absolutely advise that we do not get involved militarily, directly, we could give some bloody noses but we are simply not capable of taking on South Reinkalistan directly, no matter how much our Generals and Field Marshal's will tout our armies. Thus covert action is our first priority. Have you heard the term "an army marches on it's stomach Mr. Prime Minister?"

Sommer nodded, a quote from Napoleon " Yes, I think I understand, go on."

Kramer continued moving the last envelope to Hanz, it read, Operation BB " Bread and Beer, if we can bring in food supplies, things with long shelf life and perhaps liqueur we can provide a moral boost and supplies to allow counter-revolutionarys a way to hide when they are compromised or suspected. We can establish small holdouts of these supplies and provide them to resistance leadership, it will also allow those leaders to maintain a low-profile without exposing there higher leadership to public scrutiny and if they have anyone capable of conducting electronic hacking or tracking, they do not have to leave their place of work as often."

Sommer liked the plan " It's not bold at all, which is good, it shows we care and it also boosts the protesters ability to operate, regardless of the police state apparatus, and I like the idea of booze, Herzpunkter beer of course, we can also do biscuits and jam or sausage, things that will not spoil quickly."

"Of course" Kramer agreed " These products will be unlabeled and unmarked and we can deliver them through third party nations or neighbors before having them shipped to the border, we already have designated at least one dozen areas to establish safe house supply zones. The worst that happens is that the products are discovered, at which point it cannot be reasonably tied back to us, and even if we are discovered, we can spin it as a humanitarian mission and exaggerate the regimes brutality for suppressing even basic food to the people."

Hanz Sommer smiled " Excellent, I will report this to the King, I'm sure he will approve, and your men will finally get some on the ground experience, I will also inform the Grand Marshal and to conduct a few more live fire exercises with the troops, get a few small parades going, boost some national morale, nothing crazy." Sommer then shook Kramers hand and left the building, eager to see King Jungraf with the good news.

Posted: **Wed Feb 12, 2020 11:35 pm**

THE PEOPLE'S FEDERATION OF SOUTH REINKALISTAN

OFFICIAL COMMUNICATIONS FROM THE COMMISSARIAT OF THE EXTERIOR
To the Zhouranese Ministry of External Affairs,

Your message has been received, and the People's Federation is grateful for your support. We are, of course, aware that foreign regimes seem intent on seeing South Reinkalistan return to its old, capitalistic ways. As
of late, the Kingdom of Herzpunkt seems to be leading this effort. With a public condemnation of the legitimate South Reinkalistani government, and an offer to the remaining members of the House Tunchix to seek
refuge in the Kingdom, we are very much convinced that this nuisance will continue to support the United Entente for the foreseeable future.

Regarding your suggestion of military mobilisation, the People's Federation concurs. The South Reinkalistani Red Army shall be completely mobilised. The People's Federation, again, wishes to express immense
gratitude for the support the Zhouranese state has offered it. The capitalist world order will not snuff out the red light of South Reinkalistani socialism.

Yours Sincerely,
The South Reinkalistani Commissariat of the Exterior

Posted: **Fri Feb 14, 2020 8:07 am**

Black Sea
Bosporus Strait
17:22

Maritime traffic was really beginning to pick up at this time of year - the passage of ships of practically all stripes through Istanbul, in and out of the Black Sea, had become a more than routine occurrence. There was talk of warships on the move - the Rapture republic wasn't exactly subtle regarding their intent, and news of the situation in Reinkalistan had spread with alarming speed worldwide. The Russians' Black Sea fleets had passed by the strait rather frequently in the past few months - though such occasions were beginning to grow less and less frequent, as their energies were focused on a new round of naval exercises up north, in the waters near Sevastopol. Of course the Turks would be cautious regarding matters so close to their home waters. But Rapture seemed tied up in the Mediterranean at present, and so the typical rhythm returned - freighter after freighter, hauling oil and containers and God-knew what else through the channel. The occasional mobile oilrig and research vessel would pop up, here and there - but this evening, it was yet another freighter that would make the trip. Or so it would seem.

The YIV Damir Stepanov was a rather large ship. Perhaps not the largest of its kind, for such craft had the tendency to grow ever more monumental with each novel design - still, the Yeglan container craft, flagship of its merchant navy's newly-unveiled Sculpan class, had to issue several warnings to maritime transit authorities ahead of arrival, to allow for the partial clearing of the strait of traffic. With a displacement of over four hundred and fifty thousand metric tonnes, and fitted with a highly sophisticated propulsion/navigation suite, it could still haul a considerable volume of freight, and do so at transit speeds that would put its foreign competitors to shame - a clear-cut niche above its behemoth brethren, which it was now exploiting to its fullest. The stacks of containers secured to its deck practically blotted out the sky for crew of lesser vessels as it passed. Its towering on-deck crane would unfold on occasion, shuffling freight around to aid in balancing - the fact that it could do this while in transit, safely, and without additional checks or balances necessitated to secure the containers, spoke volumes of the engineering work that had gone into ensuring the stability of this maritime giant. There was, indeed, a sense that it had been overengineered to some degree - perhaps the more financially-attentive (or simply miserly) observer could have noted that the Yeglans tended to insist on tossing money to the wind in pursuit of innovation, especially when it came to naval matters. But then, it had paid dividends thus far. The mottled grey of its hull - a hallmark of the Yeglan merchant navy - resembled a small mountain as it lumbered on through.

The passage occurred without incident, in just over an hour - clearly, some palms had been greased somewhere, for the vessel was barely held up by customs, and most other would-be entrants to the strait were instead instructed to stand by and allow for its transit. And so, with very little fanfare on the whole, the YIV Damir Stepanov sailed out into the Black Sea, and proceeded at a leisurely pace in a vague, North-East-Eastern direction.

Black Sea
Approx. 16.7°N 44, 21.6°E 32
18:09

Battlegroup Delta of the United Yeglan Navy's Auxilliary Fleets idled in open waters - combat-ready, but currently not on standby. In the distance, a Kirov-class battlecruiser of the Russian Navy could be seen to act as a sort of escort - not the the Yeglan vessels needed such a thing. There were eight in total - a single Woda-class carrier, three Charon-class destroyers, two Aegaeon-class cruisers, a Krugis-class ADV, and a Morana-class amphibious assault vessel - here, refitted for use as a supply craft and logistical platform. Operation Kukushka's timing with regards to the situation in Reinkalistan had been unfortunate, but a rise in local tensions was hardly an excuse to abort such a large-scale naval exercise - for the first time in over a decade, the Russian Armed Forces and the UYDF had decided to cooperate in such a manner. It wasn't an opportunity to be squandered. Still, precautions had to be undertaken. So it was that Admiral Starshenko, lounging on the bridge of the YCV Lourov, was handed a heavily-incripted communique from Central Command a scant few dozen minutes after the conclusion of this latest batch of exercises. As he read, his expression gradually soured. Though the room was brightly-lit, he had the inklings of a memory - flickering emergency lights on a different bridge, a different vessel, a different war... and yet there was no war. Not yet. Premonitions were a terrible thing. With a put-upon sigh, he turned to the nearest comms officer, and handed back the communique.

"Forward this to the E7 and the E25 - only sections three through eleven, please. And notify our foreign friends, if you will. A change in schedule is in order."

He sighed once more as the officer set to work on his console. They could manage with a single destroyer, sure, but he wasn't exactly getting a good feeling about the whole situation. And his intuition had seen him through many a civil conflict - here, he hoped that it was at fault, just this once.

A few minutes later, two of the three Yeglan destroyers began making preparations. Dummy munitions were unloaded, armaments primed, checked and re-checked. Personnel were rotated, charts were updated. All this took around an hour, until at last the twin vessels shifted their heading, and sank below the waves. Their prows pointed towards Reinkalistan's shores, they advanced.

Posted: **Fri Feb 14, 2020 12:50 pm**

General Administrative Center, Bahía Austral
Capital of the union
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The sunset sun gave a romantic vision of the landscape of the big union, the good times were becoming the best times, Latin American society day by day moved away from the old model of the "underdeveloped latin American " to become what the government of Dominanta considered the "dominant citizen model", even though it was a play on words; dominant was used more as a citizenship than as a type of relationship of domination, even though the experts of neoliberal ideologies and prodemocracy continued to classify Dominanta as an evil empire. With this fame; the margin of action is very small, the national administration cares more about internal affairs than politically approaching other nations, but this did not mean that the administration made "blind eyes" to global events and were informed of the manifestations in South Reinkalistan, the details shone by its absence but at least the mos value decision makers knew there were two main factions and that some national enemies would come into play in this foreign conflict.

The Administrative subcommander had received in his office three archives with government seal, each of them had been written by a member of the commission for foreign relations of Dominanta, each of the archives had gone through several processes and analysis before reaching the last and most important link in the dominant bureaucratic chain; the Administrative subcommander Agustin Rapinar. After carefully reading each of the projects; He seemed inclined to one of those decisions, however he wanted to consult first with other important members of the government administration before making a final decision, of course he could take the decision deliberately but still wanted to make sure he had the support of the sectors most important of the administration, it was part of the values that were instilled in Dominanta's society, working as a team and in an organized way. Previous days he had already agreed on the time and place of the meeting, he should not use telephones since pressing a button on his computer; he sent a convocation to several important regents of the national administration, including the Major state secretary, the general administrator of the commission of foreign relations, the army sub-general, the sub captain general of the army, the general lieutenant of the air force and other lower-ranking members of the foreign relations commission. There was an agglomeration as the meeting time approached, all arriving a few minutes earlier, all with their respective government uniforms.

After everyone greeted each other and took their respective place at the meeting table, the Administrative Subcommander Rapinar spoke.

" I have in my possession the three projects that have passed all the tests, I have read each one of them and they all present their advantages and disadvantages... the proposal of the diplomatic Guide of the commission of foreign relations is the one that I think will offer more benefits for the union, as there are members of the meeting who have not read the project I am talking about, I will read it in your presence. "

After several minutes reading the P. Guide project, Rapinar spoke again.

" Basically it is that we begin a policy of rapprochement with the government of Premier Mozhkin Turaniski trying not to make international statements on the matter so that counterrevolutionary forces do not know exactly our position in the conflict, at least until it is too late for them We will not have a solid commitment with South Reinkalistan until we get enough information, if the circumstances warrant it; will be prudent that we logistically help the Reinkalistani government, it would be a good way to stealthily support the communists, our intelligence service would gain more experience and they would be working less. "

Dominanta Union

Sender: Foreign relations commission of Dominanta Union.
Addressee: Commissariat of the exterior of the People's Federation of South Reinkalistan.
Type: Private statement.
Affair: Protect the reinkalistani government.

Best regards.

From the other part of the world our brothers in charge of foreign relations have been following the tragic events that have led to the attempt of members of the Reinkalistani people to overthrow the popular government. Within our limited capacities we have not received detailed information due to our weak diplomatic relations but that little information that has reached us is enough for the general administration of Dominanta to propose to help the government of Premier Mozhkin Turaniski to control this problem. We do not intend to remain idle while the neoliberal capitalist forces (enemies of our nation) seek to lead more people to misery and injustice but we also do not intend to violate the right of South Reinkalistan to control who enters and who leaves their territory , so if the government denies our participation; We will accept it without relevant diplomatic reprisals.

On the other way, if they allow us to contribute to the defense of the government; Dominanta offers members of the intelligence service to work on missions of espionage, sabotage and training of unexpert spy as we will send the best we can in matters of espionage. Our promise is sacred and we guarantee that we will not use the information collected to conspire against the local government, in fact and as a sign of trust; all information collected will be sent first to the local government and then to the dominant intelligence centers.

In addition, we offer military education services within our borders, land and sea transportation services at a price 50% cheaper than it would normally cost.

We look forward to a response with good expectations and intentions.

Good luck.

Foreign relations commission of the Dominanta Union.

Posted: **Fri Feb 14, 2020 1:09 pm**

Black Sea
Entrance

The 88th Republican Fleet finally steamed into the Black Sea with the roaring flames from its chimney stacks painting the sky with a suffocating fog of darkness as the Eternal Vengeance speared the Gothic Fleet with its golden screaming leviathan headpiece into the ocean show casting its superior firepower and dawning the banner of the Great Aquarian Empire, otherwise known as the Rapture Republic waving proudly in the wind. The Fleet would soon be in near eyesight of the Reinskalistani beaches and it's Commander, Vladimir Skullus ordered preparations for a full stop and commands to contact the communist allies of their arrival.

To: South Reinskalistan's Government
From: Rapture Military Command

Greetings my communist friends, I am Commissar Vladimir Skullus and it is a pleasure to make your Acquaintance. By the Chancellor's will, and the Almighty of the Great One. I shall await any introductions you may have for my man and my fleet to ensure these rumors of a silly and frankly suicidal rebellion are put to rest.

Sincerely,
Commissar Vladimir Skullus

Posted: **Fri Feb 14, 2020 3:21 pm**

Siberia Boss - Timesplitters 2

KANG MAKESI'S OFFICE
NATIONAL DEFENSE COMPLEX
OUYANG
10:10 Zhouran Standard Time (UTC+11:00) - 02/15/20XX
Senior Marshal Kang Makesi - People's Republic of Zhouran

"You're bloody kidding me, aren't you" the Chairman of the People's Defense Council uttered as he argued against the Chairman of the Central Defense Commission. Senior Marshal Kang Makesi couldn't believe that Chief Admiral Hadarong Kairen had the audacity to enter his office uttering about militarily intervening in South Reinkalistan. "Hear me out for fucksakes at least" Hadarong furiously shouted. "Do you think you could walk up to my office and persuade me to make massive sacrifices for little gains" Kang angrily replied. "This isn't the time for another 'Comrade Zhouran Saves The Day' shenanigans".

Fifteen minutes earlier, Hadarong brought up the idea of mobilizing Zhouranese troops stationed in the nation of Kezanistan and placing them on standby for a possible military intervention, however this idea was quickly opposed by Kang himself. "There will be no gains for us or for South Reinkalistan if we militarily intervened" Kang spoke sternly, crushing the possibility of Zhouranese intervention in what is essentially the internal affairs of another nation. "We're not the bloody world police, our objective isn't to mindlessly intervene in the internal affairs of another nation by deploying thousands of ground troops and bombarding bad guys with a heavy amount of airstrikes".

"And yet actually assisting allies abroad by intervening through strength has always been a benefit for our nation and our allies for decades" Hadarong replied. "At the very least we should be fucking helping friends worldwide, no matter how insignificant a situation might be" the high-ranking naval officer added. The only expression Kang had on his face was an expression that expressed a "you're pissing me off with your nonsense" vibe, he simply stated "war is an investment, stop with your bullshit and actually think about the troops for once".

Hadarong simply stood there, gobsmacked as if he heard something blasphemous. He could only utter to his superior "if you were fully aware of our civilization's heritage and knew the actual truth, then you'd know that our Motherland was built on the sacrifices of brave warriors and workers". "YOU DON'T KNOW THE FUCKING TRUTH!" Kang furiously shouted, "if you knew the damn truth then you'd realize that the sacrifices made on the altar of this nation was built by those who willingly knew what their fate was in their own homeland in times of hardship, not by those who are unwillingly sent abroad to a foreign land to fight some war in the name of military-adventurism and 'fraternal solidarity' to win public points!"

"We live in modern times, old man" Hadarong replied sternly, adding "this is the information age and every citizen knows what the fuck is happening". Kang stood up from his chair and stated "no one in their right mind would sacrifice their comfort and ultimately their lives for insignificant gains", to which Hadarong replied "you're a generation behind, comrade, these soldiers knew what they bloody signed up for, radical change doesn't happen from fucking virtue-signalling or ballot boxes, no, radical change happens through direction-action revolutions, the only way to stamp out a rebellion is to simply exterminate it from inside-out".

Kang sat back down to his chair as Hadarong began walking out the office. As the naval officer opened the large hardwood doors, he uttered "the last thing you'd see is a socialist government being overthrown by a group of soulless reactionaries and seeing good-for-nothing monarchies returning to power, or worse, a socialist nation devolving to a neoliberal shithole before ultimately achieving the final goal: becoming a late-stage capitalist regime in decay" before slamming the doors shut. Kang simply couldn't comprehend Hadarong's insolence on wanting to deploy a full military intervention. He saw no reason to intervene especially since the South Reinkalistan military was pervasive and brutal enough to crackdown easily on internal dissent. The veteran officer saw no need for concerns on "reactionary interventions" as South Reinkalistan itself would be a kind of 'closed-nation' thus making it almost-impossible for reactionaries to infiltrate and support the United Entente. The only concern he could see however is the possibility that a nearby reactionary state not far from South Reinkalistan could start hosting training camps for the United Entente, similar to the mujihadeen training sites established by China and Pakistan in their own respective borders during the Soviet war in Afghanistan several decades ago, but even then that still wouldn't be enough to overthrow the South Reinkalistan government.

As he takes a shot of Zhouranese-made wheat-based vodka, a notification sound emits from Kang's office phone, followed by a female voice stating "Senior Marshal Kang, the Head Liaison from the Zhouranese People's Army for the 33rd Strategic Battle Group is here", to which he simply replied "make it clear that I'm not in the mood for Black 33's abnormal ghost-hunting monkey-business".

Posted: **Fri Feb 14, 2020 6:04 pm**

Nexus, Shugara - Cathedral Apex
5:49 AM - 14/02/XX

Shugara, Khoronzon's famed capital and one of its crowning jewels of engineering prowess. More closely resembling a gargantuan, subterranean arcology than any conventional notion of a city, composed of layers upon layers of densely packed Sectors connected by a complex labyrinth of subway tunnels. Nicknamed the Black Heart, it stretched down for kilometres into the depths beneath the Urals, connected to the outside world by the aptly named Abyss Gate airport and train station. It was at the very core of this byzantine monstrosity, in the Nexus complex at the heart of the Sanctum sector, that the central government of the titanic superstate operated. And in the furthest reaches of the Nexus, through its massive walls and endless, cavernous hallways leading up to the Apex of the Imperial Cathedral, Vasilias Lathi, the Minister of War and High Marshal of the Khoronzonite Armed Forces, stepped into the office of Emperor Narcissus, bearing a minor briefing on a certain conflict in the Caucasus region.

"Speak," Narcissus ordered flatly, turning his seat away from the large monitor in front of him to face his visitor. A characteristic air of detached superiority rested on his pale, unblemished face.

"So direct, as always," Vasilias hissed, a hint of mirth lacing his words. "There's been... slightly concerning reports from South Reinkalistan. It seems the People's Federation isn't faring exactly as well as we'd hoped."

"Another civil war, I take it? Heavens above, those beasts."

"Not quite. The situation has yet to escalate - merely a few rioters, and the odd terrorist. I'm sure Turaniski can pull his act together... given some modest assistance."

"Modest assistance."

Narcissus stood up from his chair, towering over Vasilias' already tall frame. He walked around the desk in front of him, speaking in a calm tone, yet with an undercurrent of impatience.

"We should have taken the place long ago. Instead, we're banking on partnership with a two-bit drunkard at the helm of a disorderly rabble to secure our interests in the Southwest." He stopped before the High Marshal, looking down at him with an intense, blood-red glare. "How very unlike you, Vasilias. I generally expect you to be more... brutal."

Vasilias grinned, defiantly turning his pale eyes upward to counter Narcissus' gaze.

"That may be true, but I also deplore waste. And such an action would be rather wasteful. It would be much easier to clear out the upstarts and gain Turaniski's trust than to commit to full occupation while our main concerns are elsewhere, no?"

"Very well... But if this plan of yours fails, I'm demoting you to General." Keeping his tone completely deadpan, the Emperor nonetheless failed to suppress a faint smile as he spoke.

"Haha. Good call."

"Is that all, then?"

"For the time being, yes."

"Good. I'll play along for now - you have my authorisation to issue an Imperial statement. You may leave."

With that, the two saluted each other, and Vasilias left the room, while Narcissus returned to his desk. Some time later, a lone sky-car could be seen flying out of the Apex - a rare sight, and a sign that something new was stirring among the upper echelons of the state.

OFFICIAL COMMUNIQUE TO THE PEOPLE'S FEDERATION OF SOUTH REINKALISTAN
ON BEHALF OF THE DIVINE SUPREMACY OF KHORONZON
To the Premier of the People's Federation of South Reinkalistan, Mozhkin Turaniski:

In light of mounting, unjust foreign pressure on the South Reinkalistani state, and in order to aid the People's Federation in securing its integrity against internal and external threats, the Divine Supremacy of Khoronzon hereby declares its support for the government of South Reinkalistan, honouring our shared revolutionary national vision, and upholding our common geopolitical interests. It is righteousness and justice that compel us to stand with our brethren in the People's Federation, against the hypocrisy and false, twisted morality of those loathsome swindlers who would condemn it for the grave crime of preserving its own sovereignty.

We have additionally learnt of the existence of an upstart insurgency, calling itself the "United Entente", which seeks to undermine the rightful rule of the Premier and replace it with that of either a false, undeserving king, or a squabbling, disorganised mass, whichever happens to end up being the dominant faction within its ranks should it ever prevail. Needless to say, such a futureless, conflicted mob would throw the people of South Reinkalistan into utter ruin and leave it open to be freely preyed upon by the same vultures who now accuse the People's Federation of immorality. While they are unlikely to cause lasting damage, no threat is to be underestimated in this troubled time, and they must be rooted out to ensure the safety of the South Reinkalistani people.

May the Red Star continue to soar.

APPROVED BY THE KHORONZONITE IMPERIAL OFFICE
"To Guide Us Through Eternity"

Posted: **Fri Feb 14, 2020 7:11 pm**

Palace of the Workers
Ikaster, Qachuynia
15/02/89 (Xoseunon Calendar)

Ikaster was a vast metropolis, the largest city in the Commonwealth and an architectural testament to its socialist ideology. Constructed in the decades following the revolution, the capital was a utopian project, a city designed from the ground up to serve as a titanic monument to the socialist cause and its vision of the future. Massive boulevards fenced with apartment blocks built in the classic social-futurist style dominated much of the city, fractally radiating outwards from the vast building at its centre: the Palace of the Workers. This monolithic construction towered above the rest of the city, a skyscraper nearly a kilometre tall housing the various mechanisms of the state, including the Grand Assembly itself. The Palace served as the central nervous system of the entire Commonwealth, where proposals that would affect millions of lives were debated and implemented on a daily basis.

Today, however, the focus was not on the Commonwealth itself or its usual international friends and foes, but rather the far-distant state of South Reinkalistan. This nation had never been of particular concern to the Commonwealth, which was typically far too busy with its own affairs to concern itself with the activities of a country so moved from its typical sphere of influence. Its overthrow of the previous monarchic tyranny had been noted, and a customary message of congratulations had been sent, but the Assembly had seen no reason to intervene as a new, ostensibly socialist tyranny arose to replace it. But times had changed, and with Warsiya Laqip as Demarch and much of the Assembly controlled by the internationalist faction, new developments in South Reinkalistan had caught Qachuynia's eye.

"So, what exactly is the Reinkalistani situation?" began Laqip, addressing the head of the Central Intelligence Directorate, Kuzari Hadir, over a televised call.

"Well, as I'm sure you're aware, they overthrew the previous despotic monarchist regime not too long ago, establishing a quasi-socialist dictatorship in its place," replied Hadir. "Now it seems that they didn't get rid of all of the monarchists, and a new group referring to itself as the 'United Entente' is seeking to restore the monarchy, likely under one of the surviving relatives of the previous ruler."

"Hmm, totalitarian 'socialists', eh?" Laqip mused. "That's not likely to go down well in the Assembly, even with current support for foreign interventionism. I mean, they're probably still better than the monarchists, but I'm not sure that support for the regime is particularly viable..."

"I thought you might say that, and as such took the liberty of drawing up some more... discrete alternatives." smiled Hadir. "The Central Intelligence Directorate has historically been able to undertake operations that are somewhat distasteful, working behind the scenes to ensure the victory of socialism. I'm sure we can do so again in South Reinkalistan."

"What exactly did you have in mind?" frowned Laqip. He wasn't the CID's biggest fan, seeing the Directorate as too obsessed with secrecy and mystique for its own good. "I'd rather not be involved in starting a war."

"Oh no, nothing that drastic. Just covertly offering support to the regime in their efforts against the rebels. A deniable operation without any tangible links to the Commonwealth, ensuring that we're in a good position in the region."

"Hmm... Very well. But you'd better be right. If word gets out that we're secretly assisting a totalitarian regime behind the Assembly's back, there'll be hell to pay, and I'll make sure that you pay it with me."

"Fear not, Comrade Laqip, the CID does not fail. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to prepare for this operation, those rebels aren't going to shoot themselves. Well, probably. I suppose it's possible."

Posted: **Sat Feb 15, 2020 11:00 pm**

LEVANTINE SEA
MEDITERRANEAN SEA
08:00 Levantine Time (UTC+02:00) - 02/16/20XX

When people think of Zhouranese blue-water naval power, they think of heavily-armed powerful warships ranging from older ships such as the Type 1966 Wuqing-class guided-missile destroyer and Type 1972 Kejing-class guided-missile destroyer to more-modern ships such as the Type 1998 Keshenrong-class guided-missile destroyer and Type 2004 Shishizhe-class guided-missile destroyer, however a lot tend to be unaware about the 'ghost-section' of Zhouranese naval power. The Zhouranese People's Army Navy operates a variety of disguised civilian-mimicking merchant ships and fishing vessels while the Naval Militia of the National Patriotic Guards operates armed fishing trawlers. Although ships from the Naval Militia are undisguised, performing mainly coastal and oceanic search and rescue or patrols, including anti-smuggling operations and crackdown on illegal activities, as well as providing & safeguarding the security of Zhouranese merchant ships and fishing vessels in international waters, supervising the use of marine resources, and protecting marine environment, disguised vessels from the ZPA Navy on the other hand are more covert as they are tasked with engaging in clandestine operations such as signals-intelligence (SIGINT) and even undercover anti-ship warfare (AShW) and anti-submarine warfare (ASW).

In the Levantine Sea, at the easternmost part of the Mediterranean, was a Zhouranese Ultra Large Crude Carrier (ULCC) supertanker. Although it looked civilian in appearance, covertly it was in fact an undercover SIGINT & "special-transport" ship from the ZPA Navy. The ship itself was designed after other Zhouranese ULCC supertankers, as a result this massive beast had a length of 460.12 meters and a 578,439 tons deadweight. While it wasn't sailing in the Black Sea, the ship's powerful array of highly-sophisticated supercomputers below-deck and long-range antennae was enough for the ship to engage in communications intercept as far as the Black Sea itself. The other equipment being carried onboard remain unknown, however due to its current task it is highly-possible the ship might also be carrying quadcopter drones as well as High-Altitude Long Endurance (HALE) recon UAVs. Unlike dedicated supertankers, this disguised vessel lacked actual oil tanks for transportation, instead having modular compartments for uses such as SIGINT and cargo. Not only that, the ship also has only a few dummy pipes as well as a peculiar large cargo door on-deck similar to ones found on cargo ships.

The undercover vessel was deployed in the area in order to monitor any possible vessels that might smuggle firearms to the United Entente by crossing the Bosporus Strait and into the Black Sea. The ship would simply remain in international waters and mimicry the activities & movements of civilian vessels while covertly engaging in clandestine SIGINT duties in assistance of the South Reinkalistan military. Hundreds of kilometers west of the ships position were two ZPA Navy Type 2002 Aidakou-class guided-missile destroyers that were mainly conducting freedom-of-navigation patrols but were also tasked with supervising the undercover SIGINT ship and providing evacuation assistance if the situation in the Black Sea got heated, as well as a lone Type 1185 nuclear-powered attack submarine engaging in its own covert task that may or may not have anything to do with the situation in the Black Sea.

While foreign ships that might smuggle weapons to the United Entente was one thing that needed to be monitored closely, another thing would be Zhouranese political-moderate and political-hardline groups smuggling weapons to the South Reinkalistan military. While the People's Republic of Zhouran strongly supports the South Reinkalistan government and condemns the United Entente, at the same time the government also opposes Zhouranese groups and individuals from participating in weapons sales to foreign customers as it is illegal under national law to engage in arms trafficking.

Posted: **Sun Feb 16, 2020 10:53 pm**

Das Königreich Herzpunkt/ The Kingdom of Herzpunkt

Meeting of High Level Officials

Hanz Sommer sat down around a large wooden table, dimly lit in one of the Royal rooms of the King's residence, this section was usually reserved for the meeting of the Ministers, to include the King. King Jungraf had already been briefed, prior to the Ministers, as was his right as King and sovereign of the state. The only officials attending of the meeting were those with a need to know, as such, ministers like the one from Agriculture were not included. For now, sitting around the table was Otto Kramer, the intelligence minister who had previously spoken with Sommer and set into motion the covert operations of Herzpunkt, the Minister of Defense Ross Faust Herzpunkt and last but not least the Minister of Foreign Affairs Muller Hankerov whom was just leaving as he was not needed for the rest of the conversation that was about to commence.

The door closed and in walked the King, the room immediately moved from their seats and bowed.

" Your Majesty..." Sommer simply stated before the King waved them back to there seats. The King was wearing a normal suit and tie today, though he wore a thing gold crown upon his head, designed for casual events and comfort, his beard glistened in the small lights presence, a man of experience and love for his country. He motioned them to continue there meeting, of course he would interject if he felt the need to, normally though he trusted his ministers with the majority of the running of the state and met with each of them enough for there to be a hint of casual talk in the air.

Kramer spoke up first "Good news and bad news" He said handing out more classified documents, handing his personal copy over to the King since he knew the operation by memory alone. " We were able to get only half the supply catches into South Reinkalistan, as you can see in the reports next to each shipment, almost half were scrapped due to an increased risk of detection, one of the shipments was simply lost in transit and had to be left behind to prevent detection as well."

Sommer's eyebrows raised "Whow, only half? tell me that's something..." Kramer nodded " Oh, of course, this was still a success since the ones that did make it through are now in position, at least six safe houses have been created, though right now they are located in rural areas, but they are in good condition and each supply stash can sustained a group of three for almost two weeks, so all things considered it's still a win." He shook his head " I know it sounds bad that half did not make it, but we only lost one, the other six will be shipped in at another time, so it's just a bit of a delay."

The Minister of Defense spoke " Well, it's better than nothing and we should expect more in the future, no doubt South Reinkalistan is on edge because of the protests, they are probably walking on needles, I already had the Grand Marshal institute an extra round of training cycles for our service members, though our air units are getting the most of it. We don't think South Reinkalistan will try to fight us if they discover what we are doing, but I wouldn't put it past them to try to hurt our people in some way, they are extremists after all."

The King leaned forward, adjusting his seat " We need to keep an ear towards the far-left movements in our nation, our open support of the protesters may prompt our enemies to try and gain favor in our own backyard. We know there are citizens among us that belong to the same ideology that our enemies holds, they simply live in the luxory of not being jailed for their opinions. Our local Red Workers Party may be approached or feel the need to reach out to our adversary." Kramer nodded " Of course your majesty, as you know your Royal Guard has more privileges than I, but we will work closely with you to deter any covert actions that may be taken against the throne or our people, we already have a vehicle trailing the leader of the Red Workers Party, if he tries anything we will know."

The Prime Minister looked towards the King " Your majesty, barring any more discussion, we await your dismissal" He said looking back at the Ministers whom seemed finished talking. The King stood up, scratching his beard " Continue your work, dismissed" The group bowed and left the room, the King then exited his head of security approaching him as they walked away towards other matters of the state and people.

Posted: **Wed Feb 19, 2020 1:52 pm**

Premier's Office, Turaniskidak

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Posted: **Thu Feb 20, 2020 8:07 am**

London, Britannia.

The skies were bright that day, lit up by the power of a thousand suns. The first battleships had been launched -- into space. As the steel behemoths flew into space, William Lancaster turned to his aide.

"What is it? Don't you know I have something to do?"

"Your Majesty, it's very important."

"Oh really. Don't tell me it's one of those arms manufacturers again."

You could almost hear the exasperation in his voice.

"Your Majesty, it's not about the arms manufacturers. It's about South Reinkalistan."

"South Reinkalistan? What is it? They have a civil war or something?"

"Not quite, Your Majesty. South Reinkalistan just had a massive protest, followed by a massacre. Our experts project that a civil war is imminent."

"Oh, fuck off with your experts. Which arms manufacturer sponsored this one? Remington? Accuracy International? Whatever. Call the cabinet."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Two hours later.

The Imperial Cabinet.

"So, it's decided, then. We are going to support this United Coalition."
"It's United Entente, Minister."
"Whatever."

The Minister of War looked to the King for confirmation.

"I agree. We support the United Entente. This session is hereby adjourned."

Posted: **Thu Feb 20, 2020 11:51 am**

Premier's Office, Turaniskidak

THE PEOPLE'S FEDERATION OF SOUTH REINKALISTAN

OFFICIAL STATEMENT FROM THE COMMISSARIAT OF THE EXTERIOR
At approximately 18:30 GMT, the South-Eastern Theatre of the South Reinkalistani Red Army attempted to stage a coup of the People's Federation in the name of the wicked and delusional United Entente. Under the
delusional leadership of Strike-Marshal Vostok Resk, this wicked concordat attempted to arrest the Premier and seize control of the Turaniskidak Politburo, installing Eskarek Tunchix as King. Such an act is clearly a
self-interested attempt to gain power. Fortunately, the attempt was thwarted by the Turaniskidak Bluecoat Garrison, though Resk has managed to escape unharmed. This man is an abhorrent enemy of the South
Reinkalistani state, and must be stopped by any means necessary.

However, grim news must also be brought to the attention of the International Community. Following this attempted coup, half of Resk's theatre and almost the entirety of the North-Western theatre has declared
allegiance for the United Entente. Furthermore, the provinces of Suthman, Stekktosho, and West Ontis have also seen their regional governors declare allegiance to the monarchist scourge. South Reinkalistan is,
for lack of a better term, on the brink of Civil War. All righteous men and women of the People's Federation shall stand with us. Already, the loyal elements of the Red Army prepare to march on these breakaway
provinces, ending this petty insurgency. The People's Federation and its rightful government shall spare no quarter in eradicating the United Entente and their so-called "King", Eskarek.

All nations that stand with South Reinkalistan in this time of need are paragons of truth and justice. Let them be celebrated as we move forth in these troubled times.

Forwards, Reinkalistania.

Posted: **Thu Feb 20, 2020 12:25 pm**

Do you hear the Thunder?
Black Sea

Vladimir Skullus receiving information that a coup has been attempted in the People’s Federation and the coastal province of Suthman has decided to be exterminated by allies of the People’s Government. He walked towards the bridge of the Eternal Vengeance and opened a radio line for troops and pilots to be ready to launch after the naval bombardment of Suthman harbor.

As his commands were initiated, the Fleet moved into position for the immediate pounding of the coastline as the sub fleet started the attack with a volley of cluster missiles, designed to destroy heavy fortifications, blasting out of the ocean and raced at great speeds towards the docks and towns aligning across the shores. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! The Dreadnought’s cannons roared with overwhelming shelling of the Harbour as they got in range to aim and attack with the fury of the Chancellor’s righteous fury.

Fighters would deployed, racing off the roadway and began to reign hell upon the Suthmani, it was a mixer of firebombs, Sarin gas, and cruise missiles, and the spinning of their machine guns as they twisted and dived down shooting anything that looked to be human as they emptied on anything that was believed to an enemy of Rapture and Priemer Turaniski. After the fighter jets returned after their attack, the troops and the rest of their equipment were deployed under the cover of continuous naval bombardment pounding the shores at rocket speeds. It was an atmosphere of total annihilation as the Aquarian Navy was merciless in their pressuring attack wiping out anything their guns were targeting.

However, the guns soon stopped and were replaced by the cries of Aquarian soldiers and the mobilization of their tanks storming the shores as the guns of the warships charged to an eruption of missile volleys to hit enemy infrastructure. As the Aquarian troops filled cheered with rifles, flamethrowers, machine guns, shovels, revolvers, and cubs as they began their slaughter amongst the survivors who were unfortunate to not be killed in the bombardment.

It was a storm of madness and slaughter, this was the Rapture Military, a collection of bloodthirsty Bastards that charged into the mist of an ongoing shelling of a city as they thought themselves to be Angels and Gods immune to what falls from the skies and explodes against themselves as they ran and fought through the city.

Posted: **Thu Feb 20, 2020 12:44 pm**

Suthman Coast

"What in the fucking world..."

General Osket Welsk had declared his allegiance to the United Entente for the best part of half an hour, and already his beach was under assault. He motioned to the officer next to him, as they stared hopelessly at a strategic map of their coast. Having assembled haphazardly a collection of shot glasses to serve as the various force positions, he tried to plan some sort of defensive manoeuvre. Madness. This was not an assault the United Entente was expecting so soon. How did they get such a fleet past the Turks?

Distant explosions and screams of pain seemed to echo all the way to the command tent as he attempted to determine some way to organise his unit. His officer sweated nervously. Then, steely determination set into Welsk's eyes. He clenched his fists, and muttered. "Not one step back. Each man must give their life for the cause. They will not falter against the Aquarian hordes. Air command must intercept these bombing missions. I want those goddamned planes in the sky in ten minutes. Shake the pilots out of bed if you have to. We will not lose this beach."

The officer nodded. "Glory to the Bold, sir."

"Glory to the Bold."

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