Operation: North Wind [MARKION][IC]

by **Phoenxia** » Fri Dec 25, 2020 7:04 pm

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Kassau, Royal Palace

A clear autumn night, all were asleep except for Artur, who was getting some work done in his study. Suddenly a wave of nausea came upon him with an abrupt pain in his chest. His head hit the desk with a deafening thud in the silent night. With everyone asleep however, it was as if a pin had fallen.

the next morning

A butler walked up the hallway towards Artur's study. Walking through a small halfway to a large double door. He knocked three times and walked in after hearing nothing back. To his astonishment he saw the King slumped down on his desk. He looked pale. The butler slowly took his glove off and reached out and touched his hand to the cold skin of the king. Checking for a pulse but finding nothing…

Phoenixian Public Broadcasting

A silent wave went over the studio after a reporter walked up to the host mid broadcast and whispered something in his ear. A somber expression fell over his face as he looked up at the camera. The Electronic teleprompter was turned off and some large cards with writing on them that had been specially prepared for this occasion. The red light on top of the camera turned on. The broadcaster waited a second before speaking.
“Apologies for interrupting your current broadcast,” He took a breath. “We here at Phoenixian Public Broadcasting regret to inform you that King Artur II Friedek has regretfully passed away last night. The king's body is currently being transported to the Kassau mortuary where some of the very best coroners in the country await to perform an autopsy. We will now be taking a thirty minute moment of silence and will be cutting broadcasts for the next thirty minutes” The red light on the camera turned off and the station went off of the air.

After the sudden death of King Artur the people of Phoenixia were left without a ruler. Separate groups of people vying for power. The FASC supported operatives of the 3rd directorate. The Republic who wants to install a propper democracy in Phoenixia. And the True Monarchists known as the Purebloods. These new groups are left to fight over how the government will be ran.

3rd Directorate
Military intelligence directorate of the Ministry of War. Main goal is to maintain the republic by all means necessary.

The Republic
Fairly neutral in the matter, run by incumbents attempting to keep constituents happy.

Purebloods
The Purebloods are a steadfast group of Pure Monarchists who oppose the current government and the Republic. Their leader, Ivano Likerov, a Royal Marine Guard has reached out to the Greater Sevevillian Empire for support but is still struggling to make do with the equipment and political power that he currently possesses.

by **Sevevill** » Fri Dec 25, 2020 7:33 pm

Ivano Likerov. A small farm outside of the city Vilena.

He stepped out of the small hut that he had been calling a room. This farm now housed some of their armory and some of his soldiers. Along with a few people he considered to be advisors. In fact one of them was walking up to him now.

"Sir! There is urgent news from the capital. It would appear that the king has been found dead!" The man looked destressed.

"Are you sure?" He asked

"Yes. The press just announced it across Phoenxia." He said. Ivano pushed past him and walked to the main building of the farm. He thought to himself, they had abandoned the conquest of a true monarchy for years with king Artur but now they had a unique opportunity to seize control. FASC was among the ranks of the Phoenixian Armed forces. But they would need help. He could gather forces but most likely would not be able to supply them or train them adequately to fight a opponent like that... He started writing out a letter to the a diplomat he had met from the Empire of Sevevill to see if he could try and persuade anyone to help.

From The Desk of The Imperial Seveillian President

From: President Joseph Henry.
To: The Phoenixian Royal Family

We deeply regret to hear about the passing of King Artur. We wish you our condolences in these trying times. Myself and the rest of Sevevill send their prayers and best wishes.

~President Joseph Henry

by **Phoenxia** » Sat Dec 26, 2020 1:26 pm

Volodovka
Arcadian soldiers have inquired on Javi's heavy bruising.

Pjavel took out a cigarette and stared at the two Arcadians looking at him, offering both of them a smoke, they shook their heads in disgust, so he began to answer them as he lit up, "Do you know what a dembel is?"

Lacan glanced at Raphael, "I don't believe I do, do you know what a dembel is, Ralphy?" Raphael shook his head, "What is a dembel?"

"In the conscription system, you have junior conscripts and senior conscripts because the contract of conscription lasts four years, yes? A dembel is a senior conscript. They can basically do whatever the fuck they want so long as they don't get found out by KOMBAT or get the shit beat out of them by any self respecting NCO," he flicked the ashes from his ratty unfiltered cigarette. "Long story made short, we have holdem nights on Wednesdays, and I owe 1200 marks. Figure out what happened next."

by **Sevevill** » Mon Dec 28, 2020 9:08 am

Imperial Senate Building, Seve City, Sevevill.

Senator Detree Frank. Senator From the USC on the floor.

"Fellow senators. We are today presented with another problem of a small nation trying to uproot themselves from a corrupt government that is trying to change their every views of life. I have received urgent word from a trusted friend in Phonxia Ivano Likerov that his informants told him that he has been seeing FASC soldiers in the major cities with Phonxian soldiers and fears the worst for him and his countrymen... I think we should do our best to help these people." He took a small drink of water while another senator asked him a question.

"What do you think we could do to help them? We do not have the capability to send any armies across a continent to support a small... might I say almost useless nation?" He stumbled for a minute...

"We could always send a Atlas team and give them supplies to build up their own army and have the Atlas soldiers help them in taking their country back?" said another senator.

Detree started to speak before he was interrupted. The Senate Chair had rung a gong silencing the large room.

"I think Senator Detree understands we have a responsibility to help these people... Remember what happend when we did not lend our hand to Altagyay? They were taken over within a day. We should send a small team of Atlas soldiers with the necessary supplies needed to arm and supply this movement effectively... Senator Detree you will be accompanying the team to make sure that we have a constant bridge of contact. I suspect that is fine with you?"

Detree looked at the senate chair but could do nothing but nod.

The Next Day

Detree sat writing out a small message to his friend in the West.

From: Senator Detree,
To: Ivano Likerov.
Encryption: None

Hello old friend,
I am on the way to Phonxia with some of my colleges. It has been much to long since our last visit with each other. I should be in the country within the week but it depends on the seas frankly. I will further contact you when able.

Your Friend,
Detree Frank.

With that he pressed the send button and sent it off as a Atlas comander walked up to him.
"hello sir, My name is Commander Broadside we will be the team accompanying you to Phoenxia on this little expedition... From what I could tell on the map I think we will be landing south of the capitol and working our way through down to Vilena. If your contact meets us there we will be able to get to the airdrop much sooner. But we can call for that after we have arrived. There is a plane on standby for when we arrive." the Commander said.

"very good commander. Let us get underway shortly as to not leave the situation to brew for long. " With that they boarded a small cargo ship that was on its way for Phoenxia.

by **Phoenxia** » Fri Jan 01, 2021 4:02 pm

Royal Palace, Kassau

Etschelena and Greta walked out to the dining room to get ready for school, "Where's dad? He's always here reading the newspaper or something," Etschelena checked her school bag and grabbed an apple to go.

Avosha walked in looking as if she had just seen a ghost, "Girls, your father... He passed away last night. I'll excuse you if you don't want to go to school, but if you try to keep normalcy I won't stop you."

The two girls gathered round their mother in a hug, in hysterics of what may come next.

War Ministry, 3rd Directorate

"Hey Mark, the boss wants to see you," Chernevic patted Markus' shoulder.

"I hope it's that damn promotion, I swear to god, Vaz," he let out an insincere laugh. He got up from his cubicle and walked over to Borischev's office, supervisor of the intelligence compilation division. "What is it, big man?"

"Mark, please sit down. We've got a seriously fucky situation going. They haven't told the public yet, but the king died late last night. You're gonna need to work double time to keep our boys informed on bad actors."

Mark shrugged, so it wasn't a promotion. "Oh, fuck you. There better be a damn pay raise with this shit," Markus gathered himself and stood up.

"Agent Janssen, sit down! I don't think you fully understand the magnitude of the situation. There is a full brigade of Arcadian shock troops inside of Phoenixia ready to strike, and where there Arcadians, Sevevillians follow."

He crossed his arms behind the chair and breathed in hard, he honestly couldn't give a shit about some damn figurehead dying. Extra work with no extra pay. "I'm gonna say it one more time Borischev, fuck you," Mark stood up and stormed out as he mumbled to himself, "do good fucking bureaucrat." He walked by Chernevic's desk, "Ey Vazili, come on out with me for a smoke?"

"Alright," Agent Chernevic threw on his jacket.

"It's colder than a witch's tit out here, you better have dragged me from my desk for something good," Vazili pulled out his carton of skojas, fingers and legs trembling.

Mark wasn't shivering at all, wearing a stern, yet still nonchalant look on his face. "At least we have clean clothes and we're free of lice, eh? Now get this: the king is fucking dead," He picked out a cigarette and grabbed the lighter from Vaz.

"Holy shit. No kidding?" Chernevic took a long opening drag off his smoke, and heavily exhaled. "Is this gonna mean the team is gonna be back in work? Me, you, Misha, Zani? I'm getting sick of that office."

"Yeah, we can work on that. I haven't talked to Zani in ages."

by **Great Humania** » Sun Jan 03, 2021 8:21 pm

Joint Message from the The Ministry of Military Affairs and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs

The Government of Imperial Tyria will grant access to the withdrawing forces of Phoenixia to go through the territories of the Colony of Markionian Tyria to reach their destination if needed. If the Ministry that represents the Military of Phoenixia or the Government that represents the State of Phoenixia accepts this offer, the garrison of the Grand Imperial Army that is in the Colony of Markionian Tyria will escort the Phoenixian Ground Forces that are withdrawing from Xekniya through the Colony of Markionian Tyria till they reach their destination at the Tyrian-Phoenixian Border.

by **Arcadian States and Commonwealths** » Sat Jan 09, 2021 5:39 am

Official Statement from the Federation of Arcadian States and Commonwealths State Department

The Arcadian Federation of Arcadian States and Commonwealths sends its deepest condolences to the National Republic of Phoenixia, and its royal family in the wake of the death of their monarch. The Freiherr sends his deepest regards in the matter and looks forward to working with the heir to the throne in continuing their partnership for peace in the region. [click for continued reading...]

Volodovka Garrison, National Republic of Phoenxia

SPC. Raphael Weisskopf, 222nd Airborne

"Fuck no, I've been in this country long enough to know that shit's awful, now which soldiers did this to you?"

Casatolo, Arcadia

Kuno Euler, OSR

"I saw your email, sir is this about the king's death?" Director Ganz waived him in, and spoke: "Close the door behind you, Kuno." As the door closed he continued "Take a seat, since your the subject matter expert in the country we'll be sending you into Phoenxia with your team for some on the ground recon of the situation, we have word that elements of the local military are prepared to move on Kassau in the next few days, with that the Arcadian government will be officially uninvolved with the looming conflict, we'll need your team on the ground with agents already in-country to chart our nations best course of actions on the ground to ensure the Phoenxian military is successful in pushing the monarchy out notify your teams your flight is tonight, you'll be undercover as an Arcadian diplomatic team to ensure a peaceful transition of power. Kuno, you are dismissed."

by **Phoenxia** » Sat Jan 09, 2021 8:37 am

Great Humania wrote:
Joint Message from the The Ministry of Military Affairs and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs

The Government of Imperial Tyria will grant access to the withdrawing forces of Phoenixia to go through the territories of the Colony of Markionian Tyria to reach their destination if needed. If the Ministry that represents the Military of Phoenixia or the Government that represents the State of Phoenixia accepts this offer, the garrison of the Grand Imperial Army that is in the Colony of Markionian Tyria will escort the Phoenixian Ground Forces that are withdrawing from Xekniya through the Colony of Markionian Tyria till they reach their destination at the Tyrian-Phoenixian Border.

Foreign Ministry of Phoenixia
Official Dispatch

[The War Ministry] would be happy to accept [The Tyrian] offer if [The Government of Tyria] simply provides transportation in the form of any viable option, because transportation is the one thing needed most.

Gratež Velić, Milo K. Reova; Foreign Minister of Phoenixia

by **Phoenxia** » Mon Jan 25, 2021 9:04 am

Though the king had served no real purpose to Phoenixia, it was a country in mourning, the point of which debates had begun in the Senate on how to move on properly. With the mourning, there was a revival to monarchism, and a push to give the king his God-given power.

"Honorable Senator Milonić, Aleksander of Ünterprovyns Mojna's third precinct may now take the stand," the speaker, Lans Schleikat motioned to the podium.

"After spending numerous hours in committee, my associates and I have proposed a calendar of mourning, giving every consideration to the people of Phoenixia and Hüs Mausen. I would like to personally start by giving my own condolences. I have no ill words for Artur, he was always kind and compassionate with his actions. Working with him was always a pleasure, and I surely will miss his comedic speeches to us," the politician wiped a tear from the corner of his eye.

Outside the parliament building, monarchist demonstrators began pushing against the Üpo line whilst chanting, "Artur Vižera!" Some of the Republican Guardsmen standing watch at the doors began to get jumpy and nervous, dreading the possibility that they would have to shoot into the crowd.

Inevitably, they began to work their way up the steps, as a crowd of a couple thousand pushed up against a phalanx of maybe a hundred officers. A lone gunshot rang out from the doors, a guardsman in his better judgement fired into the mob, but this only seemed to anger it, and soon enough the rest of the sentries began opening up.

Inside, they began hearing rifle fire, and a wave of panic swept across the legislature. The speaker tried to calm the situation, "It's okay. They can't reach us."

Outside, yet more, the crowd only dispersed when it became apparent a massacre was occurring. Out of eighty rounds fired by six guardsmen, thirty-four were killed, and forty-two were injured. This all was seen as the blood of true martyrs, taking a stand against the unjust and corrupted republic.

by **Emerstari** » Mon Jan 25, 2021 12:07 pm

Kassau, Phoenixia
Frederik Georg Israel Kjelle, Emerstarian Ambassador to Phoenixia & Olof Rågnald Eriksson, Minister-General

Everyone in the Royal Court knew that His Majesty's ambassador to Phoenixia was something of a character. Back in Emerstari, he was known for such activities as riding about the streets of Hrenshållar on horseback, or painting landscapes while floating on a boat in the middle of the River Kyrå. He was an avid adventurer without any regard for his own personal safety, and some suspected that's why he accepted a post in Phoenixia of all places; though, his family had been involved in the diplomatic service in Markion since the latter half of the eighteenth century. At the age of thirty-two, he remained unmarried, living with his old dog some way away from the embassy.

As the ambassador headed out into the street, an officer of his caught up. "Herr Kjelle, where're you going? The Duke of Öste's expecting you to call in an hour."
"Oh, you worry too much. I'm just going to see what all the fuss out here is about. I've been hearing it all through the morning."
"It's a protest, sir. The Phoenixians are protesting something outside Parliament."
"Are they now? Perhaps it is something to do with the King's death? Haven't they got an heir?"
"Maybe they're republican protesters?"
"Maybe. Let's go see."
"Sir, I don't know if it'll be a good look that His Majesty's Ambassador is caught up in a protest outside the Phoenixian Parliament. Certainly, that could become a stain on the Emerstarian reputation."
"Have I told you that you worry too much, Eriksson?"
"You have, sir."
"We're in Phoenixia, the country of the Hanssens and less than proper princesses. I doubt such news would get out."
"You're the ambassador, I suppose..."

The two proceeded towards the Parliament building whereat they first witnessed the large crowd gathered outside of it. Ambassador Kjelle muttered, "There they are," while he walked on, and Eriksson trailed behind. Dressed in full mådsklæþer, he called out to a group of the protesters in their language, "You fellows there. Yes, you there. What's all this ruckus about if I may inquire so?"
They passionately answered him, "We're acting in the name of our King!"

"I told you they weren't republicans, Lof," the Ambassador said so that only Eriksson could hear. Again to the protesters he asked, "Friedek or Artur?"
"We won't let Artur's death be in vain!"
"I see. Well, thank you, you guys," Kjelle said, then turning towards Eriksson. "Shall we get ourselves a breakfast before we return to the embassy?"
"You've got thirty-seven minutes until the Duke expects you, Ambassador, but if you must..."

The two Emerstarians set off towards a favorite restaurant of the Ambassador in the city, but as they were en route, a shot rang out from behind them, and they looked back as hastily as they could. "Did the protesters shoot?" Kjelle asked.
Eriksson answered, "I don't know." However, they then bore witness to the whole of the guardsmen firing.
"Oh goodness, Eriksson."
"Indeed."
"God have mercy upon them."

Skipping their breakfast, they returned to the embassy in silence, and Kjelle sat down in his office, calling the Duke of Öste at the hour exact. Some time thereafter, Eriksson reappeared outside the Ambassador's Office. "Herr Kjelle? There's a letter from His Majesty that he wishes for you to publish."
"Thank you, Lof. I'll have it out by tonight."

by **Arcadian States and Commonwealths** » Sun Jan 31, 2021 1:21 pm

Casatolo, Arcadia

Kuno Euler, OSR

He awoke to the pilot announcing that the plane was landing in ten minutes, they were flying into an airport outside the capital and would be met by a convoy from the embassy. Tomorrow would be their brief on the ground, and the next day they would be inserted as apart of a diplomatic team to observe the transition of power. As the plane landed and parked off the runway they got their suitcases, while the embassy security service unloaded their bags in the cargo hold, they disembarked from the plane and was met by the cold embrace of the early winter. Once they got in the pure black land rovers, they began to drive into the city, the embassy was located in Kassau's 'old quarter' which architecture resembled Arcadian construction of the era. Once they arrived at the embassy they were shown their quarters, and once they had settled in Kuno looked out the window and saw cars drive by and people walking in the streets, it was calm her, and the intel reports he received looked pointed towards open civil war in the nation with the death of the king, he has read reports of the local military high command preparing for the worst, and some villages being armed in the countryside, and frankly, anyone informed on the situation can smell the conflict a mile away.

by **Phoenxia** » Mon Feb 01, 2021 8:50 am

Third Directorate Intelligence Compilation Office

"Shit. Whoever pulled the trigger first is a fucking dead man. I don't know if we can keep this stupid fucking government floating," Mark rubbed his hand on his forehead. "At this rate, I don't know if me and Una will ever be able to move out of the city. Fucking unstable shithole of a country."

"We could cry wolf and vie for refugee status in Kamooko," Misha dug into a bag of chips from the vending machine.

"Nah, they'll find our military records and hang us for war crimes," Vazili poured himself a cup of coffee.

"Alright, alright. I have an idea. We get some dumb fucking bureaucrat to take at least one of us along as part of a diplomatic envoy. Mark, you speak Markish, right?" Misha crunched down on his salty snack

"A little bit. Are you gonna be able to find a diplomat that speaks Markish who just so happens to also be disgusted by a massacre which evidently kind of gives them job security?" Mark let off a grim chuckle.

"Actually, you know the Markvale affairs director at the foreign ministry, Kjel Mänstrom?" Vazili smiled. "Apparently he's some crybaby diehard Libkrat who has done nothing but go on and on about the massacre."

Mark looked up with an ear to ear grin, "This sounds too good to be true. Are you utterly serious?"

"Why don't we arrange an appointment with Mr. Mänstrom?" Misha threw his chip bag away as he walked out of the break room and to his desk.

Foreign Ministry

The three colleagues, dressed in their finest work attire walked into the lobby of Kjel Mänstrom's office. The girl at the desk—her nameplate said 'Ms. Lœrner'—asked, "Do you men have an appointment?"

"Uhm, yeah. It should be under Agent Janssen, War Ministry Third Directorate." Mark showed his badge.

Ms. Lœrner's eyes widened as she frantically buzzed her boss, "Mr. Mänstrom, they're here. Let them in? Okay." She looked up, "Mr. Mänstrom will see you now."

In businesslike succession they walked through the door to the office, Mark passed a note onto Kjel's desk, "If the room is bugged, tell me now." Kjel shook his head. Mark, in a low tone of voice began, "Alright. We have heard your distaste at the recent actions of the republic. We can help you get into Kamooko if you help us stay."

"How do you know my political conversations?" Mänstrom hissed.

"With all due respect, sir. Word gets around. The basis is that we need someone like you to set up a bullshit exile government in Kamooko. However seriously you take it is up to you," Misha glossed around the office, observing all the little trinkets.

Vazili also chimed in, "Our friend Mark here can get you a meeting there. He's very charismatic, you know?"

"Before I leave, I will drop a file on your desk. When arrangements are made, I will call you and mention a north wind. There will be a foreign ministry aircraft waiting for you at Kassau International. For God's sake, take the fucking file with you and don't forget it. Once you're in Kamooko, we'll see how it goes from there. Are you in?"

"Alright, what do I have to lose? My career died a long time ago. Anything to sign?"

"Life contract. It says that if you don't show, Vaz and Misha will have full disclosure to gut you like a fish," Mark slapped the document down on the desk.

"Here I go, signing my life away—" Kjel scoffed.

"Only temporarily," Misha smiled.

by **Sevevill** » Mon Feb 01, 2021 6:26 pm

Ivano Likerov.

He stood inside of one of the many barns on the farm complex they were using for a operation headquarters. In this particular barn they had assembled a makeshift studio in which they would broadcast a message to his many loyal followers. The man behind the small camcorder they were using to produce the video gave him a thumbs up.

"Loyal people of Phonixia. What has happened in the capitol is just another show of the incompetence of the government who pretends to put our best interests at heart. They want to aboloish the king... Dispute the royal bloodlines true reign over the lands of Phonixia! But do not fear. We have a strong ally in the cause and will fight to protect what we stand for! Come join our cause and help us rebuild phonixia!"

The video would then be produced and sent out to their following from a server hosted offsite as to not allow their location to be found by the government... In their current state that could be a devastating blow.

Commander ____ "Broadside" ____ Riding in a small convoy through the Phonixian Countryside

The Purebloods officer who was riding in the front seat of the box truck they were riding in looked over at him
"We are nearing friendly territory... With your arrival this is one place we expect to try secure quickly... For now nevermind the future plans we will be arriving to the compound shortly" Broadside looked out of the window. This was not the craziest thing he had been asked to help with... But taking over a country with a army of farmers and civilians would be interesting. But he hoped the equipment they brought would help them in their fight. They took a left turn onto a dirt road and passed by two men holding rifles. They continued down the road and saw people assembling sand bag walls and other fortifications. They took another right and pulled down to a small farmhouse. Outside stood a few lines of apparent soldiers... The box truck pulled up to a stop in front and they dismounted. The officer walked around the truck and walked up to a man.

"Mr. Likerov the Sevevillians have arrived."

"Thank you. Get the men to unload the cargo for these men." He walked over to the diplomat who had gotten them into this situation. "Hello old friend, I am glad that you were able to make it safely. You and your men will be staying in this old farm house. It is not to far form the compound and we can provide you with a couple of trucks for transportation to and from our main base." He looked at the atlas soldiers who were wearing casual cloths not to draw attention. "These are your 'Seveillian Super Soldiers?' They always sounded so much more intimidating in the story's. But nevermind that I will be showing you to your accommodation we can start all the preparations tomorrow." With that he turned around and led the group into the farm house.

by **Sevevill** » Tue Feb 02, 2021 8:42 am

Phoenxia wrote: -SNIP-

Official Imperial Press Release

After the events occurring in Phonixia where multiple peaceful protesters were shot outside of the Phonixian Parliament Building. The Great Empire of Sevevill condems the actions taken by these gaurds against the peaceful pro monarch protesters. But in light of the current tension in Phonixia we urdge that Imperial Citizens return to the mainland as soon as possible. The Great Empire is also opening its borders to fleeing Phonixian Citizens who want to escape from a possibility of war in the small nation.

The Empire also extends its sorrows to the Family, Friends and Followers of king Artur. His loss will be felt around Markion

The City of Vilena

Purebloods Rally. Hosted in a small city park.

"People of Vilena! The time has come to rise! The King is no longer and the government wants to remove the royal bloodline from their throne! We must stand and keep the true Monarchy in tact! The international community looks down on us for the constant endurance of poor politicians and policys. We have a chance to change that! Stand Brothers! Stand Sisters! We will rise as one!

A small Phonixian Army Munitions Dump

Groups of Purebloods fighters started to surround the small fort. The men were armed with rudimentary rifles and limited ammunition. But they were sure they outnumbered the Phonixian soldiers gaurding the facility. The group approached the outside of the facility and sorted themselves into various positions around it getting ready to possibly start a large war for power within the great nation of Phonixia. Although they were all in agreement it in the end if they were successful would mean a better life for the citizens of Phonixia under their rightful leader.

Back at the Compound
Senator Detree Frank

"Old Friend, you do understand that with the Sevillian Government offering their hand in assistance that does mean they will expect you... and your monarch... to ally themselves with the Sevillian government... Im not saying this as a politician but more as a friend... The Imperial Government likes to help causes that they get help from later down the line and they will come knocking in one way or another... Im sure you understood that when you reached out but I do hope you understand the... Consequences that there will be for both of us if this does not work out even if we do re-take Phonixia." He looked to the left of him while swishing the whisky he had left in his glass around.
"Of course I do... But unfortunately you and your leaders would be the only ones willing to support us in our cause... I have word from some of my men in the capitol that there is a Arcadian garrison with the main parts of the Phonixian army. Some sort of training reform but I am sure that the Arcadians will not be able to do any sort of reform without there being a military coup... The army is not much to brag about here unfortunat..." Ivano was cut off by a Atlas soldier entering the room.
"Sorry for my interruption Mr. Ivano but I have Urgent news from the Imperial Senate for the Senator." Looking over at him.
"One moment Sandman, Ivano, I am glad you know what you are getting yourself into but I must excuse myself." Detree finished off his drink and followed Sandman out of the room over to a small office the soldiers had set up for him earlier. He sat down and lit up a Cigarette while a laptop was being brought over to him. On the screen facetime was open with the Senate Chair sitting on the other end.
"Mr Detree. Very good to see you again, I hope your travels went well but Broadside has told me that you do not have much to work with down there so we have a Atlas Quick Evacuation team on standby to get you and your men out of there if shit hits the fan. We cannot let anyone know we are influencing this revolution until it has grown enough to fully endorse them. Until then we cannot be found out about. You understand how it is with the world community and the Arcadians constantly waiting for some form of slip up from us where they can justify war. Good luck with your mission" Detree took a long drag from the Cigarette.
"I will make sure that happens sir. I am confident in the capabilities of the purebloods. We can turn them into a standing revolution forthwith." With that the call was disconnected. He put the square out and went to bed.

He awoke the next morning and walked over to the window of the farmhouse they were staying in and looked outside. There were a couple Atlas soldiers grappling in the courtyard. Another one was running with a group of fighters... The door opend behind him and Ivano walked up besides him.
"Your soldiers did not take long to convert my facility to a makeshift bootcamp. They woke my soldiers up at five in the morning and they have been running ever since." Detree looked at the clock next to his bed. 11:00am. "I hope your men do realize that these are not super soldiers though. They do not lust for the battlefield but more are patriots standing for their countrymen." Ivano said
"Trust me Ivano. These men will be some of the best soldiers Phonixia has to offer once our boys are done with them." Although Detree did not care to admit it he had accompanied Atlas soldiers before. They were a strange breed who seemed to think that when god challenged them it was just part of a game... a game that would presumably end in the fiery pits of hell for most but it only appeared to encourage these men more.
"I sure hope so. But enough of that let us go and eat."

by **Phoenxia** » Tue Feb 02, 2021 10:19 am

Phoenxia wrote:Massacre

Balcony of the Royal Palace, Vietian Square

"I have come to address today on the matter of the recently conspired events. To all the great monarchist followers, the death of my father is not the death of House Mausen. I have two beautiful sisters and three wonderful children. I ask that all who have taken up arms to lay them down. I am up to the responsibility of working with the honorable republic to make a Phoenixia that all can enjoy," Friedek turned the page and looked up. "Please, for the sake of your loved ones returning home from Žeknija, lay down your arms."

A wave of booing ensued as objects were thrown up at the balcony. Friedek was escorted inside by Royal Marine Guards, and the doors were closed. The crowd began to grow in size, and slowly became violent the second riot in a week was occurring in Kassau, and they were mad at everyone now.

by **Sevevill** » Tue Feb 02, 2021 1:48 pm

Somewhere over Markion

A unmarked jet soared over the skies of Phoenixia. On board sat two Atlas operatives wearing plain cloths. They had taken off almost as soon as they had word of Friedek was in Vietschen. They were going to drop outside the city and find a way to get to the city.

ome Hour later

The pilots voice rung out over the almost empty cabin telling the soldiers sitting patiently to jump as they had reached their destination. Or at least close to it.

____ Delta 1” ____ ATLAS DRU

A light breeze drifted through the cool night air... himself and delta 2 had landed nearby and met up. They first would need to find a flea market of some sort and find a civilian willing to drive them to the city center after buying a rifle... specifically a Phoenixian 64A1. Normally he would have just brought his .50 sniper rifle and taken the targets head off but unfortunately for this mission they had strict orders to use a weapon available to a average citizen. Especially a leftist... the government presumed that a leftist attack would cause the dreams of a republic to cease in favor of the purebloods... but the first shot of a almost unavoidable war would be shot by a Seveillian pretending to be a Phoenixian. Which he was by all means fine with. They would be staying with another atlas team afterward...

“There’s a car! I’ll try to flag him down!” Said Delta 2 as he started creeping up to the street waving his arms and yelling in Phonixian. The car pulled to a stop in the seat sat what looked to be a Phoenixian soldier... a scared one at that. “Where are you going?” Asked delta 2 looking at the man. “The market to sel...” he stopped himself there.
“We will be needing to borrow this then” he said reaching into the car and opening the passenger door. Delta 1 followed slowly waiting for some restraint from the soldier. But too their surprise the man got out of the car with little frustration. Delta 1 produced a fistful of marks out of the backpack and handed the soldier around 50 marks before getting in the drivers seat of the car and pealing off.

“I wonder what he was going to sell?” Delta two said
“Probably some service rifles... look in the back seat I’m sure you will find some military equipment on its way to the black market. I’m surprised this one even had a car... it’s probably not his though so we should move quickly.” Delta one said as they started heading in the direction of Vietschen where their target was waiting.
“I found a rifle and some ammunition back here... looks to be the one you were looking for too” Delta 2 said producing a rifle from the back seat. “We can now do this with fewer stops than previously!” He said enthusiastically
“Very well... we should be there by morning barring any unforeseen stops.” As the car sped through the Phonixian countryside.

by **Phoenxia** » Tue Feb 02, 2021 8:24 pm

Sevevill wrote:Somewhere over Markion
Atlas Assassins on mission

Mausen Penthouse, Vietschen

Friedek had decided to vacate Kassau with his family before the real violence started. No one really paid attention to the monarchy in Vietschen, and with the crowded hustle of the city, he felt free to take morning walks without being noticed. "Alright, Ingrid! I'm going out for my walk!"

She ran up and pecked him on the cheek, "Be safe, dear." Ingrid was more than worried about the current situation, raising three young children with a father who was at risk of getting killed. She opened the door to the elevator for him almost hesitantly as she pondered the idea once more.

But he just walked out, briefcase in hand with a vague confidence about him.

by **Sevevill** » Wed Feb 03, 2021 8:20 pm

Phoenxia wrote:
Sevevill wrote:Somewhere over Markion
Atlas Assassins on mission

Mausen Penthouse, Vietschen
-Snip-.

Vitschen, Phonixia

The delta team drove the car slowly on a residental city block. Lavish apartments that seemed faintly out of place lined the street... Trees draped shade down onto the streets below them.

"IS THAT HIM?" Delta 2 said loudly pointing out a man walking out the front door of a apartment building... A matching description leaving the apartment building.

"I think so... Well this is not the way I wanted to do this but here goes." He stopped the car. Reaching behind to grab the rifle that they had aquired the last night. He opened the door and stepped out of the car. "Friedek?!" He yelled. As the man turned to look his way Delta one squeezed the trigger. Gunshots rang out as the stolen rifle spat lead at the disgruntled monarch. After emptying the clip in the direction of the politician he got back in the car and sped off.

by **The Green Union** » Thu Feb 04, 2021 8:38 pm

Phoenxia wrote:Outside the parliament building, monarchist demonstrators began pushing against the Üpo line whilst chanting, "Artur Vižera!" Some of the Republican Guardsmen standing watch at the doors began to get jumpy and nervous, dreading the possibility that they would have to shoot into the crowd.

Inevitably, they began to work their way up the steps, as a crowd of a couple thousand pushed up against a phalanx of maybe a hundred officers. A lone gunshot rang out from the doors, a guardsman in his better judgement fired into the mob, but this only seemed to anger it, and soon enough the rest of the sentries began opening up.

Inside, they began hearing rifle fire, and a wave of panic swept across the legislature. The speaker tried to calm the situation, "It's okay. They can't reach us."

Outside, yet more, the crowd only dispersed when it became apparent a massacre was occurring. Out of eighty rounds fired by six guardsmen, thirty-four were killed, and forty-two were injured. This all was seen as the blood of true martyrs, taking a stand against the unjust and corrupted republic.

With horrifying images being shown around the world of the carnage at Phoenixia's parliament, officials within the Kamooko Pact have been forced to give statements on the matter. Many took to social media to express their disgust at Phoenixian security forces' handling of the situation, and condemn Phoenixia's human rights track record in general. People have a right to protest, especially at such a distressing time. Somewhat surprisingly, few offered condolences for Phoenixia's late monarch. Even from the monarchical states of Albatan and the Green Union, only the most conservative of politicians referenced King Artur by name.

It would be some hours later before the event was brought up in an official press conference. Anne Plate, current KP press secretary for southern Markion, read from a carefully worded address stating the alliance's "sadness for the Phoenixian people during this period of two tragedies so closely following one another," before going on to condemn the rise in dangerous absolutist elements across the country which seem incapable of accepting the death of a monarch, as well as the excessive response of the Phoenixian security forces in suppressing these extremists. She announced that, amid the deteriorating security situation in Phoenixia, the various embassies of the Kamooko Pact nations across Kassau would be relocating to the most secure building among them; That of the Placeodermsian diplomatic mission. To carry out this move, Kamooko will be requesting permission from the Phoenixian government to dispatch additional personnel from the Amerian Army's Embassy Security Brigade.

by **Phoenxia** » Fri Feb 05, 2021 4:45 am

The Green Union wrote:
Phoenxia wrote:

With horrifying images being shown around the world of the carnage at Phoenixia's parliament, officials within the Kamooko Pact have been forced to give statements on the matter. Many took to social media to express their disgust at Phoenixian security forces' handling of the situation, and condemn Phoenixia's human rights track record in general. People have a right to protest, especially at such a distressing time. Somewhat surprisingly, few offered condolences for Phoenixia's late monarch. Even from the monarchical states of Albatan and the Green Union, only the most conservative of politicians referenced King Artur by name.

It would be some hours later before the event was brought up in an official press conference. Anne Plate, current KP press secretary for southern Markion, read from a carefully worded address stating the alliance's "sadness for the Phoenixian people during this period of two tragedies so closely following one another," before going on to condemn the rise in dangerous absolutist elements across the country which seem incapable of accepting the death of a monarch, as well as the excessive response of the Phoenixian security forces in suppressing these extremists. She announced that, amid the deteriorating security situation in Phoenixia, the various embassies of the Kamooko Pact nations across Kassau would be relocating to the most secure building among them; That of the Placeodermsian diplomatic mission. To carry out this move, Kamooko will be requesting permission from the Phoenixian government to dispatch additional personnel from the Amerian Army's Embassy Security Brigade.

Foreign Ministry of Phoenixia
Official Dispatch

Permission is granted, and Kassau Metropolizei have agreed to provide additional security for the move. On another note, we can assure you no such incident will ever happen again. The soldiers who partook in the massacre are being disciplined in military prison as this document is being written. The court martial is throwing around the idea of a firing squad.

The country of Phoenixia thanks you for your cooperation.
-Milo K. Reova
Foreign Minister of Phoenxia

by **Great Humania** » Fri Feb 05, 2021 2:43 pm

After communications between the Phoenixian armed forces and the Tyrian armed forces, the Imperial Ministry of Military Affairs has agreed to provide the Phoenixian withdrawing force with Tyrian military vehicle to speed up the withdrawal from Xekniya. With the Tyrian government assisting the Phoenixian forces from withdrawing from Xekniya, they used transport vehicles that are part of the "Military Exercise" to bring the withdrawing Phoenixian Forces to the Phoenixian border.

Meanwhile...

Unknown Driver: Ma'zat where do you want me to station these drone launchers?

Junior Lieutenant Ma'zat: Station them over there, we're going to need them as close to our target as possible.

Unknown Driver: Aight.

by **Phoenxia** » Sat Feb 06, 2021 2:47 pm

Kassau, Palace

Avosha's phone began buzzing on the dining table, it was Ingrid, who never called unless something was wrong. "Friedek's dead?—Alright alright, slow down.—Okay, Ingrid. You need to come back to Kassau right now."

Etschelena walked in, catching Avosha's words in the conversation. She began to tremble, it was her turn on the throne. By no means was it a dream; it was a nightmare. She began concocting a plan in her head, she was going to flee to Emerstari—yes, that's it. She would go live with Ulrik's family in Ekkesburg. But what would become of the throne? Would she just leave Greta to take it?—Of course she would, Greta was always an optimist, always businesslike, more proper, more fit to wear the crown.

Avosha hung up the phone and looked into Etsch's eyes, both of them tearing up in fear, "I'm sorry, my dear, but your brother is dead."

"H-how?" She sat down and began to curl up.

"He was assassinated in cold blood whilst on his morning walk," She moved to comfort her daughter. "You have a lot of responsibility coming your way. You must become Queen, Etschelena. The country depends on you."

"I can't, mama," she wept, her once well done makeup turned into a smeared mess of mascara brought on by a tsunami of tears. "I was never fit to take the throne. Can't you just skip me and take Greta?"

"That's not how succession works, dear. Phoenixia is to become your responsibility. This is a time to be extra brave, like I always knew you were."

"Am I just supposed to throw my life away? The life I have planned in Emerstari, with Ulrik?"

"Etsch, the chances of you and Ulrik marrying are slim. Who will even take you in?"

Etsch's sadness and fear turned to spite and anger, "You just watch me, Mama! Just watch!" She stomped off in a fit to her room.

by **Sevevill** » Sat Feb 06, 2021 3:12 pm

Pureblood HQ.

Senator Detree Frank

His phone rang. It was from a unknown number but he seemed to know who the call was from.
"Hello?"

"Delta, The Paperwork has been filed sir it is en route" With that the phone clicked off. It was time to set another plan into action... One that only he could undertake. He left his room and walked over to broadside.
"Broadside, Friedek had come to a unfortunate and untimely death. I feel it is my duty to go and speak with the Royal family as delegate to Phonixia on behalf of the Empire. I will be taking one of your men along with me." As he reached into his luggage and removed a fine suit and a small card that had been pre written by the Royal family. It would take time to travel to Kasssau and by then news would have reached the mainland and to the people of Phonixia. A
"Very well sir... The purebloods have provided you with a car so I will get someone to tag along with you. We all brought some blues so it should not be a problem." He walked out of the room to allow the senator to prepare for his coming travels.

At a Phonixian Ammunition Dump

The soldiers who had gathered around the building. They had been given word that is was time to move. Box trucks started to stage down the street at the purebloods stacked up against the door to the warehouse like building. A disgruntled Phonixian soldier appeared in the doorway before being gunned down by a purebloods officer. They ran into a room. A few Phonixian soldiers raised their guns but shuddered in fear while others just hit the deck. Pureblood soldiers moved through the building to secure all the Phonixian soldiers that they could find. Most just dropped their arms and surrendered. The Pureblood soldiers called in the staged box trucks and started loading captured phonixian soldiers and crates from the warehouse into the trucks. While they were doing that other pureblood soldiers started to pour fuel over the floors of the building. Dousing boxes filled with explosives in fuel. A couple captured Phonixians were scattered around the buildings. Once the trucks were loaded with weapons and ammunition the soldiers started to disperse. Except for one.

Zlatousek Wolina. Standing outside of the Arms dump.

He took another drag of his smoke. He took a final look at the building before throwing the lit cigarette in through the buildings front door. Today there was a start of change in Phonixia... Today they would start to overthrow their foolish leader who was attempting to form a Republic. And with the support they had the men of the Purebloods fought with confidence unlike that of the true Phonixian army. The way they saw it they were the true Phonixian army. They although unfortunately had yet to earn their stripes. But he hoped soon they would start to fight... start to take cities and protect the people from a government trying to ruin the very thing Phonixia stands for.

Today it all begins. As fire started to roar throughout the building he turned and walked away. Screams started to exit through the open door as Zlatousek walked twards a waiting economy car that would follow their convoy back to base.

by **Great Humania** » Tue Feb 09, 2021 7:38 pm

The Ultimatum

To the recipient: The government of the Republic of Xekniya
From the sender: The Colonial Assembly of the Territory of Markionian Tyria

To the government officials and members of the leadership of the Republic of Xekniya. I have sent this letter to give you an ultimatum that will expire in 2 days once you shall receive this. Use this time to decide whether to disarm your militia and become absorbed by the Territory of Markionian Tyria or face the military might that you will face if you choose this route. Use this time wisely to choose whether you can go through this the easy way or the hard way.

by **Phoenxia** » Tue Feb 09, 2021 7:43 pm

Nothing was out of the ordinary, Zani slept holding Larianna close in their quaint apartment provided to them by the War Ministry. A lone window in the bedroom sat facing Vietian Square. The lights of parliament shone through as politicians burned the midnight oil to find their way out of the current situation.

On the outside, Zani was utterly delighted to be home, but the inside was much darker. Through all the great times he had in Žeknija, that place made him a monster. Other platoon leaders took to calling him the king salamander—he set a battalion record for the most 'casualty free raids' in a month—no military casualties at least. All that killing without remorse of times before, it sunk like an anchor drawing its chain from his heart as he slept. In his subconscience, he began counting the seconds for it to hit rock bottom, every tick being an atrocity at his hands. Beginning to physically tremble, he finally woke up. The clock read 0030 through his fuzzed vision.

Larianna turned in bed as he sat up and slid into his slippers. He didn't know what he was going to do, but it was anything to escape his thoughts. He could afford to do almost anything within the law while on leave before returning to work. What he finally decided on was to plaster himself watching late night TV. And so, he gathered his flask from his overcoat and sat down on the couch.

What would he watch? Sitcom reruns were on at all hours, so he decided on losers, a show about three friends who lived and worked together, and got themselves into unfortunate social situations. Sinking into the couch with every pull of his flask, he dazed further into the hypnosis transmitted from the bright screen. The flask eventually ran dry, so he stood up and lazily stumbled over to the kitchen where he grabbed a fine bottle of Viën basin vodka. Sitting down again, he only made it a quarter of the way through his sweet nectar when he slouched over into a deep, empty sleep.

"Jisan, honey! Wake up!" Lari patted him sternly on the forehead. "Did you forget we are meeting Mark and Una for breakfast at the café?"

"Shit, baby. I'm sorry," Zani walked over to the laundry closet and picked out a set of fresh clothes.

"Nuh uh. Get in the shower, you smell like a bottle of booze, Zani. I thought I told you no more late night drinking," Larianna pointed over to the bathroom.

Zani just managed to mutter, "If you had the fucking nightmares I'm having, you would be drinking too." With that, he marched off to the shower with his clothes.

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