Trenakan Colonial Insurgency (IC/MT/OPEN)

[Trenaka]

Following several extremely unpopular decisions were made by the Colonial Assemblies of the Trenakan Colonies of the Kupferlands and the Richting Atoll, far-right nationalist militias saw this as their chance to strike. They seized the capital cities of the Kupferlands and the Richting Atoll, both of which are extremely important colonies, strategically and economically, to Trenaka. The federal government sent them an ultimatum stating that they had 48 hours to fully leave the capitals of the colonies, as well as return all stolen property, or face total destruction. The nationalists refused, and began to create defenses around the shores of the colonies using funds from Molither. Meanwhile, the federal government creates a task force to retake the colonies.

KEY:
Black: Enemy weapons batteries (AA sites, anti ship guns, etc.)
Yellow: Colonial capital city

OOC

[Trenaka]

The Trenakan Navy, Army, and Air Force would create Task Force Wolframite to retake the colonies, consisting of:

54th Combined Arms Division:
- 5th Armored Brigade (500 tanks)
- 7th Armored Brigade (500 tanks)
- 2nd Armored Division (500 tanks)
- 8th Infantry Brigade (2500 troops)
- 10th Infantry Brigade (2500 troops)
- 21st Infantry Brigade (2500 troops)
- 16th Infantry Brigade (2500 troops)
- 18th Infantry Brigade (2500 troops)
- 23rd Infantry Brigade (2500 troops)
- 50th Artillery Brigade (250 modern artillery)

80th Armored Division:
- 19th Armored Brigade (500 tanks)
- 25th Armored Brigade (500 tanks)

54th Infantry Division
- 4th Infantry Brigade (2500 troops)
- 9th Infantry Brigade (2500 troops)

Naval Task Force Phobos:
- 2 Bayern-class aircraft carriers
- 3 München-class battleships
- 15 Wurttemburg-class destroyers
- 15 Hamburg-class frigates
- 30 Holstein-class corvettes

Naval Task Force Deimos:
- 1 Bayern-class aircraft carrier
- 1 München-class battleship
- 7 Wurttemburg-class destroyers
- 7 Hamburg-class frigates
- 10 Holstein-class corvettes
- 12 Stuttgart-class submarines

12th Fighter Squadron (500 fighters)
16th Combined Forces Squadron (300 fighters, 200 bombers)
30th Combined Forces Squadron (300 fighters, 200 bombers)

[Cossack Peoples]

"The Trenakan rebel groups seem obstinate in their cause to retract the widely unpopular policies of the Trenakan government-- however, after seizing these locations it is unclear how they will proceed. The islands provide the Trenakans with an invaluable source of crude oil, and although insulated for now from retribution, they are largely outmatched--"

Vadimir Bezukhov muted the laptop. A recording made by an analyst went on in a silent charade, giving the Principle Chairman time to think. He was alone in his elaborately decorated office, nursing a thermos of bitter coffee as he sat back and weighed his options.

Bezukhov was in a tough spot. These rebels were the source of his problems-- because while the Federal Republic had taken no action to support them, the private and unregulated interests of WURCo. had found themselves a new customer. Bezukhov recieved a report that arms were already flowing towards the islands, and in order to possibly stop that from happening and breaking the avowed neutrality of his administration's foreign policy, he would need the Assembly's consent to regulate over 50% of the economy: WURCo. fell under that category. And the National Assembly would never allow him to do that anyhow-- they were largely paid off by the monopoly.

Finding WURCo. arms at the scene of this rebellion would also be problematic. So, Bezukhov had decided, it would be best that these rebels don't lose and risk dragging the Federal Republic into the fray. Within a moment of this conclusion, the grey-haired, slumped figure of the Principle Chairman picked up the phone and set about sending obscure aid to this rebellion in the Pacific. They would order WURCo. to practically gift all manner of weapons at the government's expense to the rebellion, and even offer "military advisors", as they were called, to train the rowdy insurgents and operate any unintuitive equipment. But, officially, the Federal Republic was absolutely neutral and uninvolved-- the nearest citizen or soldier was in a task force and Naval Infantry element, both exercising freedom of navigation in international waters conveniently nearby the event.

Artem Petruk stood hunched over a information display, poring over the geographic data, maritime sectors, and satellite imagery of the region. The tightly-wound Counter-Admiral was ill-disposed to any who didn't see fit to prepare and learn everything there is to know about everything; and that philosophy carried on to his command style, his officers, and the rest the ship's crew successively. On the FRCPN Natalia Denisov, a Tsvetkov-Class destroyer, one could see the rest of the task group all around them, like dark shadows on the horizon.

The task group idled some 600 kilometers to the north of the Richting Atoll, and 920 kilometers to the north of the Kupferlands; Counter-Admiral Petruk had kept them there for it was well within striking distance of anything approaching the island, but was firmly placed in unquestionable international waters. They had transited the Suez Canal a month ago, and instead of simply completing some of their vessel's shakedown cruises, now they were tasked with a mission of potential strategic value. The whole plan was not yet revealed to the Counter-Admiral-- so, for now, he was to perform just one action.

"FRCPN Fyodor Sergeyev, FRCPN Marshal Panas Kryvenko, come in." A pause in the encrypted communication, transmitted nowhere in particular across the chop of the sea. However, just because there was nothing visible does not mean nothing was listening. Twenty meters below the surface of the water some thousands of meters to the port and starboard of the Natalia Denisov glided two Fyodor Sergeyev-Class nuclear guided missile submarines-- deadly sharks in the abyss under the seas. They responded in an extremely low frequency that managed to cut through the interference from the surface. The Counter-Admiral continued on after their acknowledgement.

"Emergency Action Message: Deploy MS-955 munitions at following coordinates. Repeat, Emergency Action Message..."

Minutes later, orders were given to dive, and two of the deadliest submarines produced by Cossack hands approached the tumultuous shores of former Trenakan governance.

Sipping an aromatic cider he had imported, Wassily Kazakov sighed warmly as he rested his feet in the luxurious modernity and wealth of his executive office. Although old and with the appearance of frailty, enough surgery and medical avenues explored had transformed the Chief Executive of WURCo. into a spry figure-- but he still managed to wear himself out. Perhaps, Kazakov thought as he stroked the smoky wisps of hair along his cheek, all the medical care still couldn't quite beat the emotional toll of age.

Still, he had gotten an awful lot done that day. Most prominently was the finalization of a major deal with both an anti-government group somewhere in Trenaka (or the Pacific, he couldn't quite recall) as well as his good friends in the Federal government, who had both urged his massive conglomerate to do what they do best-- sell things fast, and sell them hard.

His company had approved the sale of equipment several orders of magnitude more sophisticated and effective than what they had-- from anti-tank guided missiles, man-portable air defense systems, and all manner of small arms to state-of-the-art air defense systems and land-based anti-ship missile batteries. He also would be able to employ nearly 600 military advisors to advise the rebels how to operate the advanced equipment, and train the ignorant bastards into some kind of fighting shape. The equipment was already underway-- the first vessel, including most of the important stuff, was set to arrive in but a few days or so. After that, the conservative bunghole they wanted to create could possibly become a reality, and WURCo. made a nifty profit.

After all, that was all that mattered.

[Trenaka]

The main Trenakan force would exit the Mediterranean Sea, going through the Suez Canal.

The head of the Federal Intelligence Service’s Pacific Branch, Jack Rochmann, would sit in a luxurious leather chair in his office, frantically typing away at a document. He had been swamped with work ever since the rebellions in the colonies began. He had just received orders from Strategic Command to begin counterrevolution operations in the occupied territories, sending supplies to groups that would hopefully sabotage enemy fortifications when the coalition forces began their invasions of the Kupferlands and the Richting Atoll. He also instructed these rebel groups to stop supply convoys carrying oil from the vast oil fields of the Richting Atoll from reaching the seized military bases. According to his reports, these operations were succeeding, but not quite on the scale that STRATCOM had expected, which would be a problem on the day of the invasions.

There was, however, several advantages to having these rebel groups, the main part being that they knew locations of key anti-aircraft and anti-ship weapons sites, as well as enemy airfields, which would be targeted during the invasion. The other advantage was propaganda. The Federal Intelligence Service was putting out propaganda lambasting the insurgents for failure to control their occupied territories, broadcasting them to the Trenakan people as incompetent cowards, who could barely keep control of a few islands. These propaganda efforts had paid off, allowing for more enlistment in the military, and more forces to invade the colonies.

[Svenska-Britannia]

Rear Admiral James Norrington looked over at the Tachyon RADAR Screen, keeping tabs of the latest movements of allied forces converging on the Rebel Held Trenakan Colonies was watching the entire screen with a cautious eye..he has undergone several naval wargames to know on what his allies would do..and what his enemies COULD do.

Then, a blip on the RADAR Screen caught his attention. A few Unknown contacts are detected by the Tachyon RADAR systems to the northeast of their location. He knows these must be enemy reinforcements to relieve the rebels, he wastes no time and immediately presses a button next to his ear.

"Action stations, action stations. Set condition one throughout the entire flotilla, this is not a drill. All Viper Squadrons are to immediately Take-off with Full Weapons Capacity."
Alarms blared all-throughout the fleet and men & women were running to their posts and prepare themselves for the operation.
The Viper's were being loaded up with full weapons for anti-air and anti-surface warfare. Their Pilots, already informed of what to expect.

James then pressed the button next to his ear again.
"All Vanguard Class Battleships form up into a Defensive Formation around the Carrier, Full AA/AM for the CIWS systems and Prepare those Main Gun Batteries for Anti-Surface Warfare."
"Jager Class Submarines are to immediately commence Anti-Surface Operations. Commence Wolfpack Strategem."

He gave those orders just within a span of 30 seconds, and the flotilla immediately sprung into action.

The Vanguard Class Battleships then formed up into a Defensive shield around the carrier while still capable of firing their gun batteries in case.

The Jager Class Submarines then started submerging and formed into a Wolfpack around the Flotilla. Their Passive Tachyon Underwater Sensors keeping notes of movement within a massive radius.



James sighed looking at the screen, he knows its eventually gonna happen.

Grand General Albert Von Windserdotte looked at the various files and live-imagery given unto him, the 357th Naval Flotilla is ready for its combat operations in the area.

He sighed, seeing as there is going to be another war on the hands of Svenska-Britannia. And due to this, The Grand Emperor was not pleased with the conflict.


FLASHBACK: Buckingham Imperial Palace, London
"FOR THE LOVE OF...ARE THEY FUCKING SERIOUS?!?!?" Raged Charles Von Roland, The Grand Emperor of the United Imperium was livid at the news that Trenaka has rebels taking hold of several colonies with military equipment. Not to mention that some nations have decided to give their support to the rebels.

"I am very sorry Your Majesty..but..these nations seemingly thought that it was a good idea to support a rebel cause for just one overlooked issue from the Trenakan Government.." Albert lowered his head as he stated the report to the Grand Emperor.

"Make sure those who support these rebels will have their military forces destroyed the moment they meet with those upstarts..i've already suffered enough just by having another war on my hands.." Charles lividly stated.

END OF FLASHBACK:
Albert sighed at the reports, he was putting his trust to Rear Admiral Norrington for a successful operation, but if it came to something very serious..he would personally manage the entire front himself...

[Zarnicovia nova]

Meanwhile in ZN’s colony’s 34 kilometers north of the trenakan colony the ZN navy with its men sets out along with a airforce unit of 100 planes which activate thermal and are visually cloaked by the darkness of the night sky.

[Trenaka]

(OOC: Just realized I forgot the [img] tags for the maps I made, fixing that now!)

[Zarnicovia nova]

(OOC: Just realized I forgot the [img] tags for the maps I made, fixing that now!)

LOL... I was going to ask soon.

[Trenaka]

The rebel forces in the colonies would not be sitting around, waiting for invasion by the coalition forces. The rebel government forced nearly every citizen in the former Trenakan colonies to create fortifications, and trained troops in urban warfare, preparing to fight for the colonial capitals street by street. They trained pilots in how to use the Trenakan Tornado Mk. 1 bombers and Twister Mk. 2 fighter planes, however, those planes would be outclassed by the newer Trenakan Tornado Mk. 3 and Twister Mk. 3 planes. The rebel army would mainly use seized Aderhold P42 pistols, Aderhold R85 rifles, and Aderhold M34 machine guns, made in the 1990s. Those guns, while effective then, were nowhere near the efficiency of the newer 2019 Aderhold R101 rifles and 2018 Aderhold M55 machine guns.

The rebels, seeing their desperate outclassing by the Trenakan military alone, decided to try to make up for it with pure numbers by conscripting every citizen in the territories into the military, giving them a total force of just over 35,000 troops. However, these troops had little to no armor support, as they had to make do with the limited number of outdated Lion tanks from the early 2000s, with a total number of just over 500 tanks, equal to one Trenakan armored brigade.

[Cossack Peoples]

Rear Admiral James Norrington looked over at the Tachyon RADAR Screen, keeping tabs of the latest movements of allied forces converging on the Rebel Held Trenakan Colonies was watching the entire screen with a cautious eye..he has undergone several naval wargames to know on what his allies would do..and what his enemies COULD do.

Then, a blip on the RADAR Screen caught his attention. A few Unknown contacts are detected by the Tachyon RADAR systems to the northeast of their location. He knows these must be enemy reinforcements to relieve the rebels, he wastes no time and immediately presses a button next to his ear.

"Action stations, action stations. Set condition one throughout the entire flotilla, this is not a drill. All Viper Squadrons are to immediately Take-off with Full Weapons Capacity."
Alarms blared all-throughout the fleet and men & women were running to their posts and prepare themselves for the operation.
The Viper's were being loaded up with full weapons for anti-air and anti-surface warfare. Their Pilots, already informed of what to expect.

James then pressed the button next to his ear again.
"All Vanguard Class Battleships form up into a Defensive Formation around the Carrier, Full AA/AM for the CIWS systems and Prepare those Main Gun Batteries for Anti-Surface Warfare."
"Jager Class Submarines are to immediately commence Anti-Surface Operations. Commence Wolfpack Strategem."

He gave those orders just within a span of 30 seconds, and the flotilla immediately sprung into action.

The Vanguard Class Battleships then formed up into a Defensive shield around the carrier while still capable of firing their gun batteries in case.

The Jager Class Submarines then started submerging and formed into a Wolfpack around the Flotilla. Their Passive Super-Sonic Sonar keeping notes of movement within a massive radius.



James sighed looking at the screen, he knows its eventually gonna happen.

Grand General Albert Von Windserdotte looked at the various files and live-imagery given unto him, the 357th Naval Flotilla is ready for its combat operations in the area.

He sighed, seeing as there is going to be another war on the hands of Svenska-Britannia. And due to this, The Grand Emperor was not pleased with the conflict.


FLASHBACK: Buckingham Imperial Palace, London
"FOR THE LOVE OF...ARE THEY FUCKING SERIOUS?!?!?" Raged Charles Von Roland, The Grand Emperor of the United Imperium was livid at the news that Trenaka has rebels taking hold of several colonies with military equipment. Not to mention that some nations have decided to give their support to the rebels.

"I am very sorry Your Majesty..but..these nations seemingly thought that it was a good idea to support a rebel cause for just one overlooked issue from the Trenakan Government.." Albert lowered his head as he stated the report to the Grand Emperor.

"Make sure those who support these rebels will have their military forces destroyed the moment they meet with those upstarts..i've already suffered enough just by hearing another war is another responsibility of mine.." Charles lividly stated.

END OF FLASHBACK:
Albert sighed at the reports, he was putting his trust to Rear Admiral Norrington for a successful operation, but if it came to something very serious..he would personally manage the entire front himself...

"Unidentified vessels, stand down immediately and remain 400 kilometers away. This is a Cossack Navy task group on a freedom of navigation mission, and is in international waters. You have no right to interfere, over." (OOC: Targetting Svenska, obviously)

Gearboxes undergoing their usual operation. Turbines churning. That was a big one. Then, the subtle swallowing noise of a rather large object being consumed by the waves, dispelling oxygen from its ballast tanks.

All this and more was heard by the sonar operators aboard the Marshal Panas Kryvenko. Using their computers, they cross-referenced the acoustic information with any analog they could find. One was definitely a carrier of some sort-- and using the flank arrays to triangulate the position of some of the noisier sounds, most of them were concentrated in seemingly a single formation. The sonar operator chuckled to herself-- the boat couldn't be that wide. Instead, it seemed as if it were some kind of fleet, with numerous very large and very important vessels. Her noise-muffling headphones crackled to life and, even on the quietest submarine in the Cossack Navy, a voice began in a hushed tone, as if fearing being overheard through more noise-cancelling equipment than could be found in the world.

All crew, to general quarters. Rig for silent running.

The Marshal Panas Kryvenko gradually adjusted their course, taking them around the sonar contacts. Although they had gotten too close for comfort, it was an opportunity to get close-in analysis of potentially hostile naval formations. And the Cossack submarine fleet would need it; because whatever was going on up there, it was big.

The FRCPN Fyodor Sergeyev, lead vessel of her class, had taken a path conveniently avoiding all the fuss her sister ship had to tiptoe around; and within a few hours of its mission being assigned, the nimble submarine had manged to reach the seamount of the Richting Atoll. With no vessels in sight in its passive sonar, the captain saw fit to commence their operation.

"Deploy Bezsmertnyy towed decoy, and begin launching MS-955s."

The Fyodor Sergeyev had began to imperceptibly deploy moored influence mines across the shallow waters of the exterior of the seamount-- these mines would launch a ship-killing payload at the slightest change in the ocean's acoustic background noise, water pressure, or magnetic characteristics: excluding identified friendly vessels, of course. These mines would put a hamper into any sort of amphibious or naval operation around the atoll-- and would almost certainly resist any attempt to disarm them.

This was part of the plan that the Fyodor Sergeyev played a part-- let the rebels get time, and then they will be able to hold out for supplies and reinforcements.

[Svenska-Britannia]

"To the Cossack Naval Taskforce, this is the 357th Naval Flotilla of the Imperial Svenska-Britannian Military. We have strict orders to give military assistance to the Trenakan government to neutralize Hostile Rebel forces in control of the Territories, Turn your vessels around and head to your respective nation's waters or you will be met with hostile action..Repeat: Svenska-Britannia is aiding out the Trenakans against the Hostile Rebel Forces..turn your forces around or we will apply force."

[Cossack Peoples]

"To the Cossack Naval Taskforce, this is the 357th Naval Flotilla of the Imperial Svenska-Britannian Military. We have strict orders to give military assistance to the Trenakan government to neutralize Hostile Rebel forces in control of the Territories, Turn your vessels around and head to your respective nation's waters or you will be met with hostile action..Repeat: Svenska-Britannia is aiding out the Trenakans against the Hostile Rebel Forces..turn your forces around or we will apply force."

"Glad you decided to introduce yourself. I am Counter-Admiral Artem Petruk of the Cossack Navy. I am sorry to inform your majesty that these are international waters, and our bearing takes us through more international waters-- away from the warzone-- and it is our prerogative as a sovereign nation to exercise our freedom of navigation. We believe we are of sufficient distance from the fighting, at this moment nearly 600 kilometers from the nearest landmass, to dispel any suspicions or doubts you may have of our neutrality at this time. You have no authority over international waters, and have no reason to commit any acts of aggression against the Federal Republic. I repeat...

[Svenska-Britannia]

"This is Rear Admiral James Norrington of the Imperial Svenska-Britannian Military, I regret to inform you that even though we are in international waters. There are possibilities of incidents happening between our respective navies..so i suggest you continue on with your outbound course from the Trenakan Islands. We cannot risk an international incident regarding both our nations, keep your course steady and away from the Rebel Held islands..this will be our final diplomatic statement."

[Trenaka]

Trenakan Task Forces Phobos and Deimos, together known as Task Force Mars, would arrive in the area of the Svenska-Britannian and Cossack fleets.

Vice Admiral Lukas Flynn would stand aboard the bridge of the Baden, a München-class battleship, the command ship of the entire naval task force. He had landed this position for his role in the
Trenakan-Kamilistan War, as well as in the New Hallin and Zarnicovian Novan Civil Wars, when he handled small naval invasions. He was standing silently, reflecting in the past, when an officer in control of the RADAR system approached him.
“Sir, there appears to be some sort of standoff between Svenska-Britannian ships and an unknown fleet up ahead. Shall we contact the Svenska-Britannians?” the officer questioned.
“Contact the unknown fleet first. I want to know who they are, and why they are here,” the admiral would reply.
“Yes sir,” the officer responded. A communications officer would contact the unknown fleet.

“Unknown vessels, identify yourselves and stay at a non-aggressive distance. This is Trenakan Naval Task Force Mars, conducting a naval invasion of rebel-held territories,” the comms officer would say.

[South Americanastan]

After receiving word of the standoff, Task Force Green would head toward the Area, and the 2nd Air Cavalry prepare for boarding actions in case things go south.

"This is Rear Admiral Jackson of the SAN Task Force Green, we are entering the area, let us know if things get dicey, combat preparations are being made and we are ready to go into combat if need be. Just say the word"

[Crabaiaia]

Due to the distance between Crabaiaia and Trenaka (Alaska and Bavaria), For now, the Crabaiaians will just plan the attack.

[Trenaka]

Due to the distance between Crabaiaia and Trenaka (Alaska and Bavaria), For now, the Crabaiaians will just plan the attack.

(OOC:The colonies that are undergoing an insurrection are islands in the middle of the pacific)

[Crabaiaia]

Due to the distance between Crabaiaia and Trenaka (Alaska and Bavaria), For now, the Crabaiaians will just plan the attack.

(OOC:The colonies that are undergoing an insurrection are islands in the middle of the pacific)

Oh okay.

[Piikala]

Piikalan transports take off from Rapanui towing gliders on their five-hour flight to their drop zone. After being ordered to deploy by the Imperial government to support their fellow CUSP ally. At the same time, Piikalan transports start flying Piikalan marines up to the Piikalan navy base in Kaneohe on Oahu where the Piikalan eight fleet arrives from the Piikalan naval yards on Kahoolawe after repairs to the fleets ships most of them nearing retirement.

[Cossack Peoples]

Trenakan Task Forces Phobos and Deimos, together known as Task Force Mars, would arrive in the area of the Svenska-Britannian and Cossack fleets.

Vice Admiral Lukas Flynn would stand aboard the bridge of the Baden, a München-class battleship, the command ship of the entire naval task force. He had landed this position for his role in the
Trenakan-Kamilistan War, as well as in the New Hallin and Zarnicovian Novan Civil Wars, when he handled small naval invasions. He was standing silently, reflecting in the past, when an officer in control of the RADAR system approached him.
“Sir, there appears to be some sort of standoff between Svenska-Britannian ships and an unknown fleet up ahead. Shall we contact the Svenska-Britannians?” the officer questioned.
“Contact the unknown fleet first. I want to know who they are, and why they are here,” the admiral would reply.
“Yes sir,” the officer responded. A communications officer would contact the unknown fleet.

“Unknown vessels, identify yourselves and stay at a non-aggressive distance. This is Trenakan Naval Task Force Mars, conducting a naval invasion of rebel-held territories,” the comms officer would say.

"Acknowledged-- we will remain on course." (OOC: To Svenska)

Setting down the radio for just a moment, Petruk sighed. "Pompous ass." He muttered. Then, another transmission came in.
"The nerve of some people--" He managed to squeeze out before enabling his radio.

"This is Counter-Admiral Artem Petruk of the Cossack Navy. As we have told your ally numerous times, we are on a freedom of navigation mission. We have every right to sail on international waters. We will continue on our predetermined course at our own discretion. Respect our distance. I repeat...

With the final transmission out of the way, Petruk found himself a seat and watched the functions of the bridge go on. He did not know his superior's intentions, but he was experienced enough to be able to read the gist of the direction their orders were going-- and it at some point would come to a confrontation of some kind with the multitudes of pro-government forces in that Trenakan colony, some 600 kilometers south. Though he had faith in his ships, his sailors, there was still an unholy amount of naval power concentrated in the region. Hoping to settle himself in his typical pragmatic way, he set about mentally comparing his own ships to his adversaries.

Svenska-Brittanian Battleship, Vanguard-Class. Cossack Destroyer, Tsvetkov-Class. Surface bombardment capabilities goes to Svenska. Range advantage, us. Anti-submarine warfare abilities, us. Point defense-- uncertain. More layers to our system. More point-blank effectiveness them.

His thoughts trailed on.

The tropical heat swept across the crests of the waves and onto the deck of the SS Rozbiynyk. The vessel was akin to a fishing trawler, except instead of stores of trout and sardines amidships, its stores were chock-full of mobile "Marzanna" anti-ship missile batteries and 5P103 "Urs Negru" short-range air defenses. Standing at the bow, retired Mladshy Uryadnik Ruslan Stepanenko stared into the dim night and saw the dazzling streetlamps, lightbulbs, and flames of the oncoming atoll. From merely the glare alone, Ruslan could tell that the island was fairly populated, but the structures were largely low-down, indicating relative poverty. That or the tall buildings had already been knocked down.

Their vessel, slipping through the yet-to-be naval blockade under the cover of darkness, signalled the impromptu port authority their prearranged code-- minutes later, they were allowed to offload their cargo, which included:

• 20 x "Urs Negru" 5P103 air defense systems. Deadly at short range, but in this context its range allows for the coverage of the entire island area. It will be useful in denying airspace to enemy aircraft.
• 3 x "Maslowski" 5P149 HIMADS. A deadly, adaptable system that reaches far beyond the range of the 5P103. It is an adaptable, easily concealible, and highly dispersed system that grants it to operate itself over the entire island, insulating one component from damage sustained to another.
• 3 x 5 truck-mounted "Marzanna" anti-ship missile canisters. This will provide a striking distance of up to 555 kilometers against ships-- doing far more damage than the mines.
• 60 KPUPO-4 MANPADS system
• 15 WK-23-I ATGM system. A bona fide tank killer.
• 8 "Dragon" 80mm mortars. Complete with 40 shells each.
• Various nets of the Ustinov Pattern, a multispectral camouflage netting.

As a WURCo. employee, Ruslan was held to high standards-- so he had to be accountable and know what he was doing. He kept track of everything his superiors and inferiors were doing to ensure this high standard. And for the peril and uncertainness of this assignment, Ruslan would have to uphold those very same tight standards, like a good employee. Make sure his comrades were slacking. Make sure that the rabble of
these islandfolk are instructed properly and quickly. Ensure that the functioning of the most sophisticated equipment on this side of the Earth would not falter even for a moment. And, most importantly, make sure that he was getting hazard pay for all this.

Within minutes, the first 5P103 systems were unloaded, manned by Ruslan's fellow passengers. Perhaps an hour later, the first "Marzanna" missile battery was unloaded. WURCo. had arrived.

[Piikala]

Piikalan marines arrive at the Piikalan airbase in Waimanalo where they are taken by train to awaiting ships that immediately depart from Kaneohe heading south-west towards the Trenakan colony. While Piikalan paratroopers arrive over the colony in the middle of the night preparing to HALO jump onto the colony.

[Cossack Peoples]

Piikalan marines arrive at the Piikalan airbase in Waimanalo where they are taken by train to awaiting ships that immediately depart from Kaneohe heading south-west towards the Trenakan colony. While Piikalan paratroopers arrive over the colony in the middle of the night preparing to HALO jump onto the colony.

The 5P103 was a mean-looking vehicle, though it was not particularly armored, nor of exceptional scale. It was, in essence, a turret with autocannons and missile tubes replacing the turret of a rather lightly-armored Type 319 IFV. However, concealed under the gritty netting of the multispectral camouflage Ustinov Pattern, it seemed twice as formidable.

The system had only been readied for and hour and a half, but before its three-man crew had even had time to light the midnight oil, communication from a larger 5P149 system showed them exactly what they needed to see-- range, altitude, velocity-- before the fiery plume of a Yastrub PHO-953 missile streaked overhead in the starry night. The "Urs Negru" couldn't engage yet, but using data links they could use a larger radar's information to determine that the flock of oncoming aircraft were getting closer-- closer--

With a plume of smoke the 5P103 launched its missiles, which streaked directly to the Piikalan paratroopers in conjunction. The night sky gained dozens more stars that night.

The incredibly bold Piikalan paratroopers, without any semblence of air superiority or intelligence on enemy forces, stumbled blindly into the night sky guarded closely by Cossack radar-guided air defenses. There are very few battles in history which are labeled total and complete routs; however, in the modern era the vastly underwhelmed Trenakan ultranationalist rebellion, chaperoned by WURCo. operatives, managed to pull off such a feat with no resistance.

OOC: Piikala, maybe post casualties? Your unsupported air attack kinda got mulched.

[Svenska-Britannia]

Rear Admiral Norrington has readied his fleet to Condition One Status. And he has reached the Kupferland Islands.
All is active aboard the flotilla, with cannons being loaded, missiles being primed, CIWS arrays scouring the skies.

He mentally prepares himself for his first operation, he presses a button to his ear and orders the following.
"Vanguard Class Battleships, Set Gun Batteries to Island Bombardment. Elevation: 30 Degrees, Bearing: 060, Range: 50 Kilometers. Order Ship Batteries: Alpha through X-Ray to switch to Salvo Fire"

The Vanguards then immediately do so, their 500mm Hyper-Velocity Gauss Cannons aimed at a quick snapshot to their designated firing coordinates.

The entire Bridge crew of the Ark Imperial Class went silent, knowing full well at what their Rear Admiral is ordering to the battleships.
The bridge was so quiet that a pin drop is considered loud to everyone.

Then Norrington finally gave the order.
"Enemy Bombardment Fire, all batteries Execute!"

Immediately after, the loud and thunderous noises of the Gauss Cannons firing was heard all over the flotilla.
The two Vanguard Classes fired their salvoes in synchronized order. their Shells streaking away to the sky.

Norrington then looked at the Live-Imagery Screen broadcasted from Imperial Spy Satellites. He waited as the shells sped their way to the rebel held positions.

Then finally, they hit their Mark. Several Large Explosions could be seen in the Northern, Eastern, and Western sides of the Island. Three major weapons batteries were obliterated off the face of the island.

The crew were silent as they also watched the Live-Imagery in other screens.


Norrington sighed and slumped in his chair, those were the rebel's major weapons batteries taken out. Now he's questioning himself if he should bombard the capital as well.

[Trenaka]

Vice Admiral Flynn would send a communication to the Svenska-Britannian fleet: “Excellent job with the naval bombardment. I have orders from our Strategic Command to NOT target the capital city, as we do not want civilian casualties.”

“Alright. Proceed on your current course.” (OOC: to the Cossacks)

Vice Admiral Flynn would watch as Task Force Mars drew close to the islands, and he ordered a halt as they reached 50 kilometers.
“Target those remaining anti-air cannons. I want no air defenses other than the outdated rebel planes,” he would say.
A gunner officer would respond, “Yes, sir.”
The main naval guns on the 4 battleships in the fleet would all fire, sending rocket-guided shells 50 kilometers to the island. The shells would explode in a bright flash, demolishing the remaining anti-air guns.

The traitorous General Thorn would sit in a room with the other military officers of the rebellion. The meeting would meet one conclusion: Strike the enemy navies with the anti-ship guns.
Then, explosions were heard. The generals looked out the window, and saw plumes of smoke and fire by the coast. The anti-ship guns had been destroyed. They reconvened, deciding to use their aircraft to try to stop the enemy, using the anti-air guns to protect the aircraft.
Then, explosions again. The anti-air guns were destroyed. They once again reconvened, and decided to send the aircraft anyway.

The rebel fighters and bombers would be fueled, and would soar towards the enemy fleets, trying to strike the command ships: The Atlantic and the Baden.

[Svenska-Britannia]

Rear Admiral Norrington was snoring away at the command table due to lack of sleep. He was constantly managing the entire flotilla to prevent any possible means of breach.

Then the Tachyon RADAR Systems then bleeped in alert waking Norrington from his snoring, He immediately sat up and looked at the RADAR Contacts. He noticed it was fast, heading to the direction of the Flotilla.
Immediately he wasted no time and pressed the button next to his ear.
"ALL CIWS AND AA DEFENSIVE ARRAYS! MULTIPLE AERIAL TARGETS BEARING: 050, DISTANCE: 30 KILOMETERS AND CLOSING FAST! ALL CIWS & AA BATTERIES PREPARE FOR ANTI-AIR COMBAT!"

Immediately soon after, the Atlantic's CIWS & AA Defensive Batteries were aimed to the location of the Aerial Targets, the Vanguard's CIWS & AA Batteries were also trained in as well.


"ENEMY SUPPRESSION FIRE, ALL BATTERIES EXECUTE!" He yelled over the comms.


The entire flotilla would be lit with thousands upon hundreds of thousands of CIWS & AA fire heading towards the Aerial Formation.

The Rebel Fighter and Bomber Squadrons would try and split the fire of the Flotilla to prevent casualties, but to no avail since the AA and CIWS is pin-point accurate and tearing up their Squadrons to pieces.

A single Rebel Bomber managed to get close and release its payload of Bombs, seemingly towards the Carrier.

"CIWS BATTERIES! TARGET THOSE INCOMING ORDINANCE!" Norrington yelled over the comms.
the Carrier and the Battleship's CIWS Array snapped to and spraying hundreds upon thousands of rounds at the incoming bombs. Then shortly after the Bombs exploded in mid-air, just about 1 Kilometer away from the Atlantic's Deck.

The Rest of the Rebel's Fighter and Bomber Squadrons were obliterated at the sheer amount of AA and CIWS fire from the ships.


After the attempted attack on the carrier, Norrington sighed heavily and slumped into his chair. It was a close call due to that one single bomber. But he was glad that the CIWS batteries took out the ordinances and the aircraft itself.