Experiment or Enslavement? [MT/PMT, OPEN]

[Phoenxia]

CV Parthenay
2300 hours
300nm off coast of SI

The ember from Misha’s cigarette illuminated a small portion of the pitch black flight deck. In a small circle with him was Captain Brayfield, Lieutenant al-Rashid, and SGM Kirović. Recon Marines busied around them squaring gear away into watertight boxes. For a lot of them, this was their first actual waterborne operation, there being not a lot of big water in Žeknija. “Holy fuck, I miss war!” he grinned as he looked down at his phone, cigarette still in his mouth.

Brayfield opened his mouth as if to tell Misha off, but seemingly thought better of it. Nabila, on the other hand, gave him a harsh bat across the back of his head which sent the cigarette flying. “You think this is a game? Those people are alone and starving, cut off from the world.”

“Yeah? And I’ve been waiting ten years to shoot some Tyrians, your point?” He rubbed the nape of his neck and picked up his remarkably still lit menthol. His grin slipped back into place, having got a rise out of Nabila.

She fixed him with a glare. “We’re not here to shoot Tyrians. We’re here to help the people being oppressed by them.”

“My people have been oppressed for 400 years, I'll have you know. It’s in my blood to shoot the fuckers,” his glance caught a marine sitting against the superstructure with his head between his knees. “Hey fuckhead! If I don’t see your feet start moving I’m gonna kick your ass!” he yelled over.

“Oh shut up, Misha. You grew up on a ranch. You’ve never been through what these people are.”

“And for the last time, stop threatening the troops.” Mark finally grumbled, looking up from his rucksack. “It’s not too late for me to recommend you be replaced as team lead.”

“You’re gonna tell me I can’t chew someone out for slacking off? What the fuck did they teach you in Urilstan? Believe me, this is far more tame than the actual marines. My sergeant in basic would've had his boot halfway down my throat by now.”

Brayfield stood, glowering over the Phoenixian. But it was al-Rashid who was the first to start yelling. “Misha Volgonov, you need to get your head out of your ass. Your country is gone. Your marine friends are gone. You’re in the KP now and you’re going to start acting like it, or you can stay on this fucking bathtub someone else goes and does your job.”

The roar of VTOL engines cut off her tirade as Marines scrambled equipment to the landing pads and they gently touched down on the ground in tandem.

Volgonov slung up his service rifle to his shoulder and began walking over. “I’ll see you guys on the flip side,” he did a two finger wave from his brow as Kirović followed. Mark just sighed, giving them a final wave.

“Be safe, Nab. And try to bring the jokers back safe too,” Mark waved her off, responded to by only a wave and a curt smile.

(ty GU )

[Iyum]

-Snip-

A video statement was posted to the official social media accounts of the Imperial Caretaker Mandate of September Island.

“With the opportunity of establishing communications between coalition forces and the Kamooko Pact given by Madam President Ameilia-Rose Hamilton. I am humbled that the peacekeeping and security forces of September Island are given this opportunity. There are concerns regarding the proposal made by the President of the Republic of Ameria, specifically the location where the peace conference is to be held. The nation of Takhur, which hold Amerian military assets, will have a bias as this nation has Amerian influence within its borders.”

He pauses for a moment.

“If we were to discuss preventing a full-on-out escalation between the two parties. I insist that the conference should be held in another location. On which no bias can interfere with the dialogue between the two parties. The Kamooko Pact and the Crown Alliance. We hope that countries that do not have a bias between our two parties are willing enough to hold a place and time where our dialogue may continue without interference from any bias. For example, countries that don’t have any or little interest in September Island such as the nation of Southwater. A nation, even though it is part of a military pact, is independent of its own interests based on the law-abiding citizens and taxpayers of Southwater. We, the Imperial Caretaker Mandate, must push for this consideration so that we can discuss this very sensitive nature on neutral ground.”

[The Green Union]

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Placeoderms Amends Conscription Law

In a major political upset today, the National Assembly of Placeoderms voted to pass an amendment to the country's longstanding conscription law. The change will specifically amend a clause banning the deployment of conscripts outside the borders of Placeoderms, instead allowing conscripts to be used anywhere in the continent of Markvale and on the adjacent islands of Albatan, Isae, and Yahalom.

The amendment was proposed by First Representative Kiera Katana's minority ruling Helm Party some months ago, partially in protest of what they see as the country's failure to adapt to changing geopolitical realities. The Placeodermsian Defence Forces, an organization composed of over 90% conscripts, had to watch on helplessly as their neighbour in the Green Union was invaded in 2034 and played only a relatively minor role in that country's KP-led liberation of 2035 despite having far and away the largest armed forces of any contributing country. The bill was expected to fail by all credible political experts, but a surprise show of support by the Pavise Party has turned the sure defeat into a narrow win. And while the current government has stated it has no plans at present to deploy conscripts abroad, it now has the legal ability to do so.

Few political experts believed the amendment would actually pass due to broad bipartisan resistance and even many high profile Helm Party members being notoriously cagey in how they would vote. The current conscription law has stood since 1923 and been credited with maintaining confidence in mandatory national service, as most observers doubt that the Placeodermsian people would tolerate being made to fight in another war on foreign soil. Polls from just a few months ago were still indicating high resistance to conscripts being sent outside the borders. However, since the Salmo Hotel nerve agent attack this status quo has come under attack. It remains to be seen what the nation's foreign policy will be when the dust settles.

[Arcadian States and Commonwealths]

Los Misioneros, Si
Hugo Plas

Today he was on guard at the aid point right at the gates of the Arcadian community he was on guard with five others each had their weapons hidden and wearing a jacket over their kit. The jackets didn't hide their kit much however it was easy to get to if need be. Lines of people filed in and out as people handed out canned food and bottled water, while all this was going on he watched the Tyrians across the road doing the exact same, from the way they were acting they were much more disciplined than the Sevevillians. However, they had also just gotten into the city and had more localized support. Fighting remained the same in the city quiet compared to the other cities and the countryside. It was interesting how this was going to play out.

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Arcadian Chancellor Comdemns Terror Attacks in Kamooko, and Defense Department announces permanent bases in the UCSO

With terror attacks ripping through Kamooko the Arcadian Chancellor Jule Beaulne has condemned the attacks as "Horrific" and "Crimes against the Peace" Offering air and intelligence to find out who is responsible for that attacks. The streets of several cities most notably in Marigold city which housed many Albatanian refugees during the Sevevillian invasion of their nation have shown out in droves with organized candlelight vigils and crowd-funded donations to those affected by the attacks.

The Arcadian Defense Department has announced that Forward Operations Staging Base Blattner, UCSO has been authorized as a permanent military base for the AAF, as of now it has been selected as an Air Corps base with the 222nd Airborne Brigade being moved to the new base after the planned closure of Engelmann Kaserne in Gran Phönixeja, the first planes from the 222nd have already left as much of the base is packed, the official move has been slated for next month when all Arcadian forces will leave the country.

[New Antarcticania]

OFFICIAL STATEMENT FROM THE ENTERESIAN ARMED FORCES

Since the announcement that the Enteresian Armed Forces would be sent to stabilize September Island, A task force of five vessels has been off the coast of the island, gathering intel and preparing.

The Enteresian Armed Forces will no longer be looking on from the ocean, by the time this statement has been released Enteresian forces will have begun preparations to enter major population areas on September island in order to ensure that the rights of the civilian population of September Island are being followed by the involved nations. Enteresian forces will not hesitate to respond to any hostilities with lethal force.

A representative of the Enteresian Government will be sent to September city to ensure all parties involved can have a direct means of conversation with the Enteresian Government. This representative will be accompanied by members of the Enteresian Armed forces and is not to be harmed.

ERS Kingston | LHDN-25 | Off the Coast of September Island

Captain DeFox watches from the starboard wing of the mini carrier’s bridge as an EV-44 takes off from the ERS Otonort’s flight deck, carrying soldiers and the supplies to support them while they set up a forward operating post on the coast. The massive blades of another transport chop up the air as it flies between the two ships, two cargo containers slung underneath it by thick cables.

ERS Dachuan | CVN-3 | EFB Xalifah | Off The Coast of Enteres

As the Enteresian Government sends out their message, the Dachuan and its strike group begin steaming towards Markion. The carriers 5 escorts and supply ship cut through the waves, their reactors dumping all their power to the screws to get to September island as fast as possible.

Snip

MV Silencieux | Western Central Ocean

The Silencieux retracts its towed array before turning towards the antarcticanian fleet, its screws slowly turning just enough to keep it moving slowly towards the approaching fleet, but not enough to cavitate. Inside the ship's thick insulated hull crewmen load torpedoes into the ship's 6 tubes, preparing to let the explosive-filled water cigars loose on the carriers and its escort.

F-36
somewhere in the western central ocean
T- Unknown until invasion

The sailor squints at his monitor. buckled into a seat at his workstation in the vessel's rather humble Fire Control room.
despite being classified as an "Missile" Frigate -- as indicated by the twelve Russian-style VLS launcher that the ship -- six to the front and six to the aft. it still bears torpedo tubes, sensors, decoys, sonabouys, and the anti-torpedo torpedo system that holds standard amongst the Antarctican grade of ships that are deemed to be combat capable against anti-sub systems.

Over the past two hours since the battlefleet's official arrival into what they deem to be Markion Proper. the "lights" of the fleet -- that is, the destroyers and frigates -- have shifted from convoy protection into adopting an forward screening motion. Meaning that this would be the first "layer" of anti-submarine defense that the Silencieux and others would encounter.
And, as they will discover, they're not the only ones in the anti-sub warfare game.

The ship also received some discouraging news this morning; After consulting with the Admiralty about meeting heavier Imperialist resistance than expected. Admiral Yaromir has halted the date for the invasion indefinitely until reinforcements arrive.
Of course, that information is classified.
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"HUNTER 13"
43rd Strike (ANTISUB) sq.
Ka-27M

"probe is at max depth, standby"
The sonar operator, stuffed into the even more cramped and claustrophobic rear compartment than that of the Frigate. practically hunches over, basking in the warm light orange glow from his terminal.
He sits still for a minute, maybe two..
"No joy, moving on"
The operator sighs as he presses and holds the up arrow key on his operating terminal. His four-ship flight of Ka-27Ms have been doing this for an hour now. flying around the outer perimeter of the screening formation, and plugging any potential holes that may occur. otherwise, their Active sonar probes sends a very clear warning to those within counter-detection range.
The rules of engagement are very clear.
"if it isn't ours, warn it.
If it doesn't respond, destroy it."

[Phoenxia]

- snip -

Albatopolis, Albatan
Sergije ‘Čavo’ Djikov

Plane traffic had picked up heavily in the past couple days, Čavo and Stadmann sat on the balcony of their apartment making their way through one of the last evening two-fours of the year before it got too cold to sit outside. "How's the family settling in Kamooko?" Stadmann took a pull back as both their gazes fixed on a private getting smoked in evening formation on the parade square.

"They're not bad, thank God I taught my sons Markish from a young age, from what I hear they're doing good in their classes and making friends. The wife is struggling though, she only speaks Phoenixian and Acivic. How about your Misses?" Djikov pulled out his carton of cigarettes and his lighter, offering one over to his right.

"I think she's happier than she was back in the home country. Get this, she's joined a fucking book club of other KDC wives, I didn't know there was such a thing," he smiled now at the private being forced to run the perimeter of the square. Both their expressions changed, however when buses pulled in and out poured a mass of what they could only assume to be Placeodermsian Conscripts. Their uniforms were speckless, however unprofessionally fucked up they looked with sloppily bloused pants, unkempt covers, crooked name tapes, and lack of overall lack of discipline. "What the fuck are they doing here?" Stadmann took a light from Čavo as all the boys below formed into a cluster trying to get their bags out.

"You know I've been around the block a couple times. Do you remember when we were pulling garrison in Kassau and they pulled all the stones into our station, and the next week we were shipped off to West Žeknija? That means the KDC is shipping the paras out," He explained as he took a grizzly long initial drag off of his smoke.

"Where do you think they'd be sending us?" Stadmann did the same, only double inhaling instead after his drag.

"Do you remember those informational pamphlets they handed us a couple weeks ago about understanding September Island that we just ended up using to start our bonfires? They even had a little fuckin' Spanish phrase reference. Yeah we probably should've paid attention to those," he chuckled, pulling back on his beer.

"Motherfucker, they can crank out an informational pamphlet faster than they can actually do something," Stadmann threw his empty can to the ground and crushed it with his boot.

Kamooko
Kjel and Stephanie

“Have you been sitting in on the recent GC meetings? They’re fucking doing nothing! People are dying and all they can do is debate how to send aid instead of actually sending fucking aid. It’s honestly criminal,” Kjel banged on the table in frustration, light conversation about work having spoiled a friendly breakfast.

"Are you surprised, Kjel? Bureaucracy sucks. The best we can do is push pencils and hope for the best," Steph wasn't near as fired up, she gingerly poured cream and sugar into her coffee and stirred.

"And don't even get me started on Vilhala. The fact that they're willing to send a full invasion force to the border instead of bombing the degenerates back to the stone age and—"

She smacked him across the head, "Shut the fuck up Kjel you remember all that shit's classified, right? If word gets out of all this in the city, hell's gonna break loose."

[Moslit]

The Iffirin speaks out

In an unexpected and impromptu press conference the Ministry of Foreign Affairs relayed the state of the Iffirin given to them by the Ministry of Pleasure. The Ministry of Pleasure reports that the Iffirin has been rather inconsolable in despair and melancholy when a report on the state of September Island reached her from the Ministry of Serenity. In this state the Iffirin has demanded a cessation of the senseless slaughter on the island by all parties involved, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs has complied and sent the Iffirin’s requests to their counterparts in the belligerent states invoked in the current armed conflict.

“My heart is dragged to an all consuming sorrow by the pointless killings of those who know no other option.”

The given quote is Is allegedly from a letter to the Minister of Peace from the Iffirin from which she mobilized the Special Operations Command for a potential impromptu operation.

The Ministry of Commerce has implied that if the belligerents refuse to comply with the Iffirin’s simply plea for peace then Möslït shall cut off all energy exports to the parties involved in the war. Such actions are unprecedented in this century and can be inferred to be the cause of a much more spontaneous Iffirin than the one that ruled just a year beforehand. As this is the Iffirin’s first major decree it is unknown if this will set a precedent for her reign or is just a outlier in Möslït’s exceptional history of peace and neutrality.

To foreign experts it is clear that any military threat from Moslit is non existent due to the small size of their uniformed armed service and due to the inability of the Iffirin or the culture as a whole to stomach a fight, however the threat of cutting of oil exports to belligerent states can materialize substantially due to the cheap prices the country exports its energy reserves at.

In diplomatic back channels the Ministry of Foreign Affairs has invited their Iyum counterparts to discuss their options for keeping the Iffirin placated as a cessation of energy exports to Iumia would only create economic upheaval for all parties involved.

[Sevevill]

The airport security detained some of the incoming imperial soldiers due to miscommunication between the imperial government of Sevevill and the September Island Mandate. An attempt has been made to contact the Sevevillian military command about the fiasco to clear the situation about the incoming Sevevillian troops.

Imperial Military Command - Octagon Building, Seve City

Imperial Military Command

The Imperial Military Command confirms the identity of the soldiers landed on the Island as Seveillians from the Phoenixian provence, Their mission while classified has to do with the evacuation of Seveillian troops and equipment.

Imperial Military Command orders the release of the soldiers either back to the airport or freed to complete their mission.
Signed,
Three Star General Misch Mickina

[Phoenxia]

0300
SI Aerial Exclusion Zone, Northeast September Island

The ambiance of the Arrow’s twin turbofans hummed at cruising power behind the heads of McTavish and Friedov as they crossed into the airspace of September Island, four air to air drones alongside the plane. The Ocean beneath them was an abyss, absorbing all light from any sources. They had taken off from Kamooko with jettison tanks and refueled in air mid-way.

“How you holding up back there? Still struggling to take in the sights?” The teasing female voice came through Friedov’s headpiece, originating with the head sitting just in front of him: Wing Commander Alexandra McTavish. The veteran Green Union pilot had taken a liking to the Phoenixian Captain during the events of Northwind and eventually invited him to be her weapons specialist, he having been an experienced CAS pilot during his war.

“It rides a little smoother than a leapfrog, I’ll say that much,” he said as he scanned the ground below them with IR imaging. “I wonder what kind of damage we’re going to find.”

“Don’t count on us finding anything in this area besides forests, and we’re probably going to have company before us or the drones see anything. Speaking of, anything yet?”

"Nah, fuck all. I usually saw more in northwest Žeknija," he said, still hyper focused on his IR screen. “How far do you think we’ll go before we turn around?”

“Let’s see how much they wanna play.”

[Treko]

-snip-

Captain Ljubodrag Kyong Gorny
Vesna Gruppa, Bakal Battalion
Port Gold, September Island

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Despite having downed multiple cups of coffee, the late hours of constant vigilance in the radar commander center had begun to take it’s toll. I couldn’t remember the last time I had a good nights sleep, but I was pretty sure it was before this godforsaken island. I envied the men under my command. They at least had a rotation schedule to get a decent night's sleep, but not I. There was a request in the works to get this fixed, but with the speed of bureaucracy the possibility of getting sent home after being shot was probably higher. Thinking of the entire matter just made my head hurt, so I dismissed the thought to the back of my mind. With a heavy sigh I stood up and rubbed my eyes before looking at Sergeant Tae-Woo, “I’ll be back, if I stay in here any longer I’ll be seeing green tint for the rest of my life.”

Sergeant Tae-Woo looked back over his shoulder, “I’ll come get you if anything is wrong, sir,”

“Like that’s even a possibility, Tae-Woo, the KP can’t even get their own shit together let alone the Amerians.”

As I swung the door of the radar commander center open I felt the intense humidity of September Island and immediately regretted leaving. Nonetheless, the darkness of the night sky was a nice change and was calming compared to the constant green lighting. I took in a deep breath of the hot humid air before descending down the metal stairs. Before I had a chance to make my way to the defac Sergeant Tae-Woo rushed out of the radar center, nearly running into me.

“Sir, you better come quick, we got an unknown blip coming in from the northeast,”

“Why didn’t we pick it up earlier?” I inquired, as I began to hurry my way back inside, “They’re practically on the damn island.”

“A mistake by one of my subordinates, sir. She mistook it as Tyrian air patrol in the area.”

“It doesn’t matter now, Tae-Woo. Raise the alert level and prep the SAM systems for retaliation if they get closer. I have to call Lieutenant-Colonel Bakal and have him notify air patrols in the area,” I replied before grabbing the only landline phone in the radar command center. Needless to say, it was a rather quick and unpleasant call, but Lieutenant-Colonel Bakal notified Tyrian Mandate air patrols of the threat in the area.

[Arcadian States and Commonwealths]

ANN: Breaking FASC pushes for talks with the Crown Alliance

With the change of authority of the islands shifting to the Crown Alliance in contrast to the ongoing Tyrian occupation, the Arcadian Commonwealth has once again called for talks within the Markion Union. These calls previously went unheard by the Tyrian government with the Arcadian Chancellor going on record saying more level heads can come up on top. The Arcadian Federation has invited all member parties to Avibéliard in the Kingdom of Alluscia. Arcadian demands have been republished by the Congress of Nations in a document linked below:

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1tIi ... sp=sharing

All actors in the crisis are invited to discuss the demands for peace, as more Arcadian troops arrive in the UCSO with the looming deadline for direct intervention in the island. The Arcadian government has also expressed that if military intervention against the Tyrian occupation in the island no foreign investments will be targeted in any operations.

[New Antarcticania]

ADF Gorschev
Somewhere in the central ocean.

Rows upon rows off Pilots stand by rows of rows of tables at the Gorschev's ready room. Some loading their revolvers and flicking the cycle into the chamber with a satisfying click. Some stuffing emergency equipment and personal effects into their bags pouches.
Some dragging their cigarettes, silently praying for their safe arrival back to the carrier.
Some just staring, blankly, out into the portholes of the room.
"This, gentlemen. Is the nighttime raid. Or, what the Americans would call a 'Alpha Strike.'
The Flight officer walks to and front in front of the seated pilots in the briefing room
"All of our ordnance, all of our HARMs, is going here."
The end of the Flight officer points to a big, red dot in the Map of September Island that dominates the room.
It is labeled in both Russian and English
Сентябрьский остров
(September City)
You, gentlemen, are the first wave. Your job is to search and destroy any SAMs that get in the ground pounders' way.
Supporting you are our EW cruisers, and Over thirty cruise missiles. Who will serve as decoys for our lovely Tyrian SAM operators.
SAM and AAA activity is expected to be so heavy that you can walk over it. But we NEED to carve out a path for the Ground Pounders, or they'll be churned into scrap within minutes.
...
"ONE!"
"TWO!"
The two crewmen gently set the Kh-31PM on top of the loading machine, with a gentle thud. it is locked into place, and they begin to load the Missile onto the hardpoint.
After the HARM is firmly placed onto the MiG's hardpoint, the two crewmen stand up and take reprieve from all the heavy labor. One even grabs a washcloth that he stuffed into his pocket, and wipes the sweat from his face with it. Meanwhile, they bask in the Sounds of machinery and shouting in the hangars and the deck above.
"Jesus Christ....." one mutters.
They both know that something big is up.
"The Kh-31PM is designed to kill SAMs, and you better believe that your munitions are going. Or else those Ground pounders will be nothing but dust when they fly into the No-fly zone."
"Pilots, some taxpayers believe that this fleet is nothing less than an waste of taxpayer money and military funding. That this campaign is a failure of a military operation. They don't know you like I do, Lean into it!"
"lean into it!"
"Lets give 'em hell!"
"YEAH!"
The pilots scatter to their aircraft in the hangar, Armed to the brim with Anti-radiation missiles and Air-to-air missiles.
"raising...10...40...80. Pressure's good, Pressure is good!"
"Alright, Cat two!"
With a press of a button, the bow Catapult Hurls a MiG off the fore of the carrier.
"Alright, Cat two, cat two!"
Aircraft were being launched at a furious rate, deck crew doing more gestures with their arms than a 90s dance party. And the steam creeping from the catapults so thick and tall it was like small clouds on the deck of the ship. The only sources of light were the tall searchlights from the Carrier's island, and the High-Vis markings on each of the deck crew. And of course, the engines of the MiGs themselves.
"Cat two!
'Cat three!'
"Cat four!"
Each launcher delivered a Fierce shriek of engine that shot through the deck, with the only thing that prevented Permanent hearing damage being the crew's hearing protection.
As they were Beginning to be sure that that was the last of the aircraft they had to launch, more came out from the Hangar lifts and onto the deck.
And then, suddenly, someone shouts through his headset.
"Holy shit, look at the port side!"
an idle crewman, who was taking a short break, snapped to his left
He saw one a beacon of bright yellow light, hanging above the escorting cruiser, like a Christmas decoration, just for the slightest moment. until it sped away, eastwards.
And then came another one.
And another one.
"THE MURMANSK'S LAUNCHING CRUISE MISSILES!"
The targets for the cruise missiles were several; Key buildings for the Mandate administration, Communications centers and power plants. And most importantly, the Tyrian base of operations at September City Int'l.
These high flying cruise missiles may mark as the first shots fired by Antartican forces in the conflict.
But it'll be the air arm, not the navy. To mark the first shot fired by Antarctican forces to EXPLODE in the conflict.

[Iyum]

Counteracting the Antarticanian Provocation

SNIP

September City
The air raid sirens begin to sing the sounds of imminent danger, warning the people of September City that an attack has been made out in the sea. The Ministry of Emergency Situations begins to guide the citizens towards what are already established Safe zones and bunkers.

The Imperial Military Service’s Bronze Dome detects multiple incoming munitions heading towards September City. The sirens sing their warning and the speakers alert the personnel of an incoming attack. The Bronze Dome System calculates the projectile's speed and directions and begins to hastily predict the munitions path. The blue jets of the interceptors glows bright as it shoots itself out of the tubes it inhabits, flying towards the sky and through the clouds, into the darkness of the night sky.

The IMS waits patiently as the ballet of explosions ripple through the sky, while the Bronze Dome system engages the cruise missiles. The Imperial Air Service already set for their shift rotations scrambled to the runways before launching to the skies. AWACS, already in the air, had picked up on the forming air units, having linked their systems with naval units in the area.

This allowed for a quick counter fire, as both tracking systems from the AWACS, Naval Units, and ground based Radar systems, tracked the arc of the Cruise missiles, and triangulated the Point Of Origin (POO) of the strike. Naval drones already circling the fleet picked up on the POO and quickly moved to the area, as the missile response was being set up.

Within a Minute of the first cruise Missiles being fired towards the island, then did Group North have a firing solution and the missiles from the Destroyers and Frigates begin to scream towards the night sky, quickly reaching their arc point. Once at their height, the Anti-ship Missiles released their payloads, fins popping out at the warhead fall back to earth, their secondary boosters igniting as the warheads dipped below radar range, skimming over the waters as they screamed towards their targets. AWAC drones help to keep them on course before giving them their final targeting solutions and let the warheads onboard systems do the rest.

On the flight decks of the two Bayatar Carriers, fighters already on the deck, began to stage and launch, as other ships in the task force began to fire their Javelin 21, hypersonic missiles. The missiles once in flight gave over their targeting to the AWAC drones in the AO, before getting their final targets and letting the missiles take over the rest.

On land, targeting solutions were past along to land based Anti-Ship Batteries, and adding to the streams of missiles coming from the Bronze Dome systems, the Anti-ship missiles launched from their platforms and screamed towards their awaiting ships, as crews quickly moved to reload the launchers

After a long anxious moment, servicemen of the IMS gave a sigh of relief as they managed to survive the first Antarticanian barrage. The Bronze Dome’s reputation continues to grow as a reputable anti-munition defense system. While the Javelins and the Bronze Dome managed to get most of the missiles launched towards September City. 1 missile did manage to get through and crashed between the tarmac but did not detonate, another hit the Obar AAA truck, the third hit the a section of the airport where airport security keeps the detainees. Casualties are unknown at this time.


Zone 2

Group West, the 19 ship task force on the Western side of September island, called Zone 2 for military reasons, was now on high alert.

Fighters began to be loaded onto the deck of the Dominator II, The first waves getting up into the air, within a matter of minutes, making way for the next wave of jets.

Zone 4

Group East, the 9 ship task force on the eastern side of the island, had picked up on the lone KP Arrow entering the Mandate exclusive Zone around SI, and was part of the network to relay the targets position, as it past through the bands and pings thrown out by the many air detection radar systems.

It was hard as it seemd the bomb had stealth capabilties, but every so often a faint signal would be pushed out, along with a few signals being sent back. Seems the bomber was talking with something or controlling something, it keep signaling to whatever it was.

Then the bomber broke radio Silence, speaking over open channels, and it’s postion lite up like a lightbulb.

At once the bomber was targeted by no less then ten Jav-21s, and the information that the KPO was on a strike run against the Island was given to the Mandate HQ.

Drones watching the Amerain/KP Fleet spotted activity on the flight decks of their carriers, and AWACS picked up on jets entering the skies.

[The JVP]

SNIP

Skies over Northern September Island

The General Patrol had been standard, the AWACS had been scanning the area and they were the first to get the call from Mandate air command. So it was on them to alert Gold team to intercept

"Gold team, Gold Team, this is little bird over."

"Little bird, this is Gold 6, send it."

"Gold 6, Command is asking us to move to area 4. Seems they have picked up a boogey. Over."

"Copy That. should we expect back up. Over"

"Still waiting on that Gold 6, But Silver Team is moving in to take over this area. Over"

"Copy that Little Bird. Please boost to cover. Over.

"Roger that, switching to long range... Yep, we're picking it up. Over"

"Copy that little bird. Gold 1 though 6 Moving out. Over and Out."

The six of the eight jets from Gold team banked right, screaming towards the target location, aid from Little bird directing them until their systems began to track. Gold 7 and 8 holding back to protect Little Bird until Silver team move in.

"Gold Six, it seems they have some trailing elements. Showing up as missiles on the radar, but not as chaotic. Over"

"Copy that Little bird. Maybe they have Buddies. Over."

"Copy. relaying information back to command. Over."

"Roger. Will give them a nice welcoming party. Over and Out."


Gold 6 knew that a Tyria patrol should have been over in Sector 4, but figured maybe they were to far out. Plus his team was at the edge of Sector 3 and close enough.

[Arcadian States and Commonwealths]

Fort Blattner UCSO

ZLT. Cäsar Eichenberg, 12th Fighter Squadron

Most of the guys from his flight were at the bar with him, it was "St. Arthurs Pub" a bar on the water, with cheap booze, and good music. This place was always packed especially since Blattner was selected to be a perminate base weekends were back on the menu. It was about 11 pm last he checked and easily it's been two hours. Casar spent the entire night hitting up this local girl, and was about to seal the deal until Courtesty Patol walked in and yelled "Music off!" The bar turned off the music and turned. Casar was thinking what drunk asshole got Courtesty Patrol called here. The soldiers from CP continued "We need all Arcadian personnel out of the bar now!" He and most of the men in the bar walked out numbering about forty to fifty of them, and he saw a shuttle with a Military Police car in the front. The soldier from CP asked his partner "Is that everyone?" The soldier yelled back "Yeah the rest are locals!" The soldier at the front of the group addressed them again "Listen up, there has been a full recall, the September Islands have been invaded and we are beginning force readiness protocols. I recommend you get sober fast and get on that bus!"

Traffic hit the gate hard, and the bus reeked of booze. He saw some bastard open the window to puke and it was all over the side of the bus. He thought to himself 'great, now we can add the smell of vomit to the bus too' When they got on base they were all corralled to their respective units and branches. He and the others from his flight along got to the COF, with airmen already in uniform, and others still showing up. The pilot's call was issued and they went to the brief, half of the pilots in uniform, and the other half in a state of half-uniform or in civilians. The flight captain looked around the room and spoke "I'm seeing a lot of unshaven faces and a lot of civis I want this fixed and everyone prepped for flight." he continued with the brief while Casar and a bunch of other pilots were chugging water and at the end of the brief the flight captain stated, "All you assholes who are drunk will be shifted to the reserves, those of you who are sober will be first in the air."

[Republic of Altos and Stratis]

0300
SI Aerial Exclusion Zone, Northeast September Island

ADF Gorschev
Somewhere in the central ocean.

CV Parthenay, off September Island

The task force commander paced back and forth across the carrier's bridge, the weeks of constant readiness and waiting were getting to him. Because of this, he did not hear the first time that the radio operator called out for him, but when called again it shook him from his trance.

“Commander, urgent message from Magic.”

Magic was the Airborne early warning and control aircraft that had been orbiting the fleet for the past few hours with its accompanying fighter escort.

“What do they report?”

“Magic reports that the Antarcticanian fleet is firing missiles, and launching aircraft.”

The commander swore at what he had just heard but needed more information.

“Any inbound threats?”

“They report that all the missiles are inbound to the island, while aircraft are forming up over the fleet.”

“Do they have anything else to report?”

The radioman sighed before he spoke. “Yes, just before the Antarcticanian fleet went active, several KDC aircraft entered our AO, and have begun to overfly September Island”.

The commander swore again and pinched his nose while rolling his eyes, “What in the hell is the KDC doing, do they still think it's the 80s?” He thought.

He sighed before speaking, “Okay we will make it through this, but we have work to do.”.

Shouting for the bosun, he said “Set General Quarters (GQ), I don’t want to be caught off guard if those dammed communists do something stupid!”

“Aye, sir” the bosun responded as he began to blow the GQ whistle into the ship's address system.

Turning back to the radio man he gave several orders as the GQ alarm started to go off, “Relay the following to the entire task force, set general quarters, and Emissions Control Delta, I don’t want to be surprised when the Tyrians start shooting back at the communists”.

“Once that is done, also relay the following orders to the Touron, Tresmon, and Adernó, turn into the wind and launch the alert five, and make ready the alert 15.”

“Aye, sir, anything else?”

“Tell Magic to try and raise those aircraft!”

The radioman raced back to his radio set and began transmitting.

5 Minutes later

The Parthenay and the other carriers turned into the wind and launched the four aircraft that had been sitting idle on their catapults minutes earlier in rapid succession. With the alert five launched, their flight decks came alive as the deck crew prepared the alert 15 for launch.

[Phoenxia]

~snip~

0315
September Island

"Oh fuck, Alex. Contacts due southwest; 1, 2, 3, 4—fuck—6 of them," Friedov's voice abruptly came through her earpiece.

Derek could almost hear the grin in his pilot's voice. "Don't get so jumpy, big man. We're just going to keep on this course and start trying to outrun these guys; let them fly into our little friends. Now, get on the radio and let them know who we are."

"Yeah, I've got you," he used his computer interface to direct the drones to scramble, but not intercept yet, and then set his frequency to 243.0 guard. "Unidentified Victors, this is Stinger 1, over. We are operating under jurisdiction of the Kamooko Pact September Island Administration Zone and have full right to use this airspace. Please identify yourselves, over."

Friedov thought to himself for a moment as he further managed the drones, "She's gonna get me killed."

[Republic of Altos and Stratis]

~snip~

0315
September Island

AWACS Magic, 150 Nautical miles from the fleet

The controllers watched as the communist's cruise missiles closed on the island with bated breath. Any hopes of an effective strike were dashed as blips raced up from the island and intercepted the cruise missiles, wiping both of them from the radar screen. They knew it wouldn’t be long before the Tyrians struck back.

As the last cruise missiles were intercepted and disappeared from their screens, new contacts began to rise from the island and the sea around it; the counterattack had begun. This alone was bad enough but compounded with the fact that several KP aircraft with unknown orders were overflying the island was making the already tense situation a powder keg.

Just then the alert flights began checking in, which could potentially defuse the situation. First Willow checked in, then Shark, after that Enfield, and finally Uzi.

“Willow, Shark, Enfield, and Uzi proceed 257, for 530, your signal is buster.”

A simultaneous Wilco came over the radio, and the fighters began lighting their afterburners and streaking toward the unknown group of aircraft. Magic had another dilemma on its hands, these aircraft were friendly but couldn’t be reached except over the guard emergency frequency, which presented its own set of problems. Unless they knew what the callsigns of these aircraft were, Magic would just be yelling into the void while a war was going on.

But then, their string of bad luck broke as the unknown aircraft began broadcasting on guard, identifying itself as Stinger 1.

CV Parthenay, off September Island

The task force commander had been monitoring the transmissions from Magic, but as soon as the unknown craft had been identified, he went into action, barking an order at his radio operator.

“Raise Kamooko and find out what Stinger 1 is and why they are here!”

“Also raise the Barcia, tell them that if the Tyrians act against us I want every hostile or unknown drone over this fleet knocked out of the sky”

“Aye, sir”

He continued, “Flight ops, get some tankers in the air, those fighters are going to struggle to make it home otherwise.”

[The Green Union]

OOC Note: This post should be considered as a response to various happenings before the Antarctican attack.

Pulling the trigger, Reben blasts the .220 caliber round aiming into Ulrika's body, narrowly missing the area where R.E.D. body armor is the strongest but at the same time hitting her in the thigh, far enough from any critical organs and bloodflow where it would make her survival probable and close enough to cause a big enough bleed to where it'd make her sacrifice believable.

Even before Ulrika fell, pandemonium was raging. The crowd of poorly organized villagers scattered or went fumbling for their weapons, firing blindly into the trees where their Communist comrade had indicated with no sense that their target was long gone. In an instant the fragile control the village elders had held over their nervous people was broken. And as it all started Ulrika found herself slipping, falling . . . and being caught. Fighting to stay conscious through the blinding pain in her thigh Ulrika was aware of a dark face, greying hair hovering above her, the figure’s words snatched away by gunfire.

By the time the chaos ended most villagers had run through their magazines, some still clicking their triggers uselessly towards the trees. None even noticed Reben as he jogged into their midst, or questioned where he had been. The old man Zorras was simply seated on the sand, trying to stop his hand from shaking.

When Ulrika’s world stopped vibrating she found herself deposited behind the safety of a sand dune, a figure in dark green fatigues bent protectively over her wounded thigh. Noticing her eyes tracking Major Glace turned and stuffed the strap from her leather pouch in between Ulrika’s teeth before turning her attention back to her leg.

“Bite down hard. No screaming.”

The Christbolian soldier could only comply as Glace tied a makeshift tourniquet from Ulrika’s own shredded uniform leg, running it around her thigh and pulling viciously tight. The pain was immediately blazing, but not a peep escaped her lips. And when the worst of it passed she found the bleeding had been stopped up. Major Glace sighed, running her bloodsoaked hands through the sand before truly getting a moment to stand up and take in the confusion. Nobody had yet reorganized themselves. They hadn’t even noticed their submarine was gone, nothing but a crater in the sand left over from where it had beached.

Glace took all this in, then knelt down to stare hard at her new companion. She was not silent for long.

“I was wondering when I might run into one of you. That rocket entrance was quite the conversation topic.”

Glace took back her bag, rooting around before offering Ulrika a sip from her canteen. “Now let’s get you off this beach, and we’ll talk about why you’re so far from Christbol.”

In the meantime Tyrian troops have announced a unilateral ceasefire around Barcelonica, but apparently not made any effort to withdraw. Reports from the SPF indicate they are still performing limited local counterattacks and will do so until the Tyrians pull away from what they consider to be their acting capital. SPF leaders have also given addresses expressing their deep distaste at the increasing presence of foreign “peacekeepers” on the island, with Major Glace dismissing the presence of Serderius and Rhamosian troops as “just more combatants'' who “we will kill like the rest.” She has warned that peacekeepers must be approved by all sides of the conflict, and instead asked for a Kamooko Pact peacekeeping mission between the SPF and Mandate lines.[/box]

Despite leaders of the SPF publicly criticizing Tyria’s declaration of a unilateral ceasefire around the city of Barcelonica, from fighters on the ground there has generally been increasing compliance with the decision. SPF troops have stopped shooting back at their Imperial opponents, and some have come out of the city’s rubble to begin burying their dead and working on repairs to infrastructure. The SPF leadership’s demands of a Tyrian withdrawal from the east as prerequisites for a true ceasefire have not changed, but this could be a first step towards dialogue.

With the cease in shelling many civilians from the area have taken the chance to try and leave, or indeed enter the city. A steady trickle of motor vehicles, pack animals, and even people on foot have started showing up at Iumian checkpoints trying to cross; everyone from families fleeing to the country to trucks full of food and medicine trying to deliver much-needed aid to those in the city. Iumian troops at roadblocks around the city have begun allowing these to pass only if they come unarmed and do not carry any cargo which could be considered militarily relevant, which has led to several instances of anger from locals who claim they need to carry rifles for self-defence. Still, there have been few instances of locals trying to smuggle military materiel into the city so far and compliance with Tyria’s demands is high.

A broadcast was made in Spanish by the Steward of September Island, Henar Esh’tenen, along with his associates, Brigadier General Ayer Nakan, commander of September Island Occupational Security Command, and Hazra Azami, Overseer of September Island’s Ministry of Defense.

“Within a period of 1 year. The people of September Island have to suffer the consequences of the players within this geopolitical nightmare. The ambience of gunfire, rockets and bombs replaced the sound of nature, social interactions and a joyful environment. Have the people of September Island have to endure it enough? Or do they need to go through more wars and suffering. The escalation made by the KP may have the possibilities to make the current the humanitarian crisis more severe as it is and the violation of not only the sovereignty of September Island, but also the September Island nation. We, the mandate will like to extend this olive branch in not only for peace, but to seek a non violent resolution so that the people of September Island may not suffer by the horrors war bring.

In addition to us extending our hand to the Kamooko Pact to seek a peaceful resolution. The Imperial Caretake Mandate, shall have its jurisdiction transfer from the Imperial Far East Domain to the mantle of the Crown Alliance. We hope that this partnership will not only strengthen the security operations within September Island, but also strengthen our relationship between the member states on the international stage.”

As the war in eastern September Island comes to a breathless standstill, the situation has only continued to deteriorate in the west. Small, spontaneous protests encouraged by the SPF and their backers have broken out in September City in the aftermath of Steward Esh’tenen’s speech, with residents taking to the streets to express outrage at yet more imperial soldiers coming to their shore. Chants of “foreigners go home” have been heard near the Mandate headquarters and parliament, spreading to other key areas. Although starting out small and peaceful the protests are now beginning to grow rapidly, with some reports of pro-Tyrian individuals being harassed and threatened. This trend is already starting to worry observers. Less than a year ago during the Sevevillian occupation of September Island those who were seen collaborating with, assisting, or even being friendly towards the occupying forces saw themselves targeted for intense mob violence after Sevevill began to pull out, leading to a mass evacuation of these at-risk individuals which is only now wrapping up. Experts warn that renewed violence against pro-Tyria individuals is possible, and the Mandate will have trouble attracting collaborators to its cause so long as they feel unsafe in their own communities.

Northern Activities
Some small recon units belonging to ISOF Detachment “Hog Hunters” begin to take out and engage SPF militants to deter them from attacking and make their numbers inoperable if they’re were to link up to any outstanding factions.

Residents of a small village in northern September Island have posted grisly photos online of what they claim to be the aftermath of a Tyrian death squad attack. The villagers claim that several of the village’s young men, some of whom were carrying weapons to protect their cattle from theives, were ambushed and slaughtered by Tyrian troops. The story has been echoed by some others in the area, with reports of imperial “dark hunters in the night” ranging from highly credible to almost certain fabrication. The myth is already beginning to perpetuate itself and grow out of control as a wave of fear sweeps over the northern forest villages.

Without missing a beat, he drew his audience's attention to the Blue Force Tracker view of Imperial Air Service operations, tracking sorties conducting race tracks closer to the coastline.

“The Imperial Air Service are on alert, increasing their air presence specifically in the northern area of September Island where the Amerians are likely to move in. Not only can we support naval operations, we can slow an enemy advance as we shift ground forces to that area of September Island. If we have to go to war, slowing the Kamooko Pact's advance will be critical. Keeping them from linking up with SPF militants in Northern September Island is secondary.”

Today a JVP mercenary fighter jet operating over the mountains near Mount September was forced to defend itself from a surface-to-air missile. The fighter pilot, one Col. Johnathan Nguyen was taking part in the first of the Mandate’s new patrols over SPF-controlled territory when it found itself painted by a radar set and soon after engaged by what was likely a Sevevillian-made Patriot SAM. Although firing from lose range in what should have been a guaranteed kill, the seemingly inexperienced missile crews hesitated far too long between detection and firing and gave their opponent time to react. Col. Nguyen managed to dive into a valley and evade the incoming threat with relative ease, allowing him to subsequently sweep in and destroy the missile site. Although an easy victory, it does raise questions about what other air defences the SPF may have in this area and what precautions may be necessary in future.

Operation Entrapment, yea, what a very uncommon name used for this, is planned and executed. 5 Darihan Class Destroyers, Heran, Zanteer, Orfan, Shan and Etar, will sail towards the beached submarines under the guise of darkness.

Totaran B-3 drones fly in the skies looking down on the unsuspected SPF militants and their KP suppliers. Radio silence is maintained till they reach a distance where the Kamooko Pact submarines don’t have room to escape. Once they reached a certain distance, 1 of the B-3s providing armed overwatch releases a single 500lb precision munition, targeting the props of the Submarine, stranding it upon the beach like a whale in the surf. After the bomb made contact, they turned on and pointed their searchlights upon the surprised KP personnel and SPF militants.

“This is the September Island Naval Security Command, surrender now so that you may live, or face the consequences of your actions.” The speaker announces in both Markish and Spanish.
The guns pointed in their direction, waiting for them to make the next move. Will they surrender? Attempt to escape? Or will they fight?

No sooner did the submarine and landing crew realize the situation they were in than they began to scatter. The couple dozen figures on the beach made a beeline for the trees as the cargo submarine started a hard reverse back out to sea, with others going to ground nearby in seeming obliviousness of the drone overhead. Soon enough someone among the insurgents opened up with a PKM, showering the superstructure of the Heran in ineffective fire. The attempt was brave, but quickly silenced after the destroyer gave him a response of high explosives. At least a half dozen other armed insurgents soon faced the same fate as they tried to shoot and run.

Their opponents shattered, Mandate forces began to move in. But now they could see a new problem emerging. The remaining beach team was not stopping, attempting to flee haphazardly into the trees. And thick silver smoke was starting to billow from the portholes and mouth of the beached sub.

[The Green Union]

Los Misioneros
As more troops gather on the island, the units stationed on Los Misioneros begin to secure what SI Central Command consider “Key points.” The troops begin to switch out and relieve the Sevevillians from their duties, they don’t seem to care as they are anxiously waiting to go back home. They begin to occupy the areas that the SPF-LM hasn’t fully occupied.

Los Misioneros, Si
Hugo Plas

Today he was on guard at the aid point right at the gates of the Arcadian community he was on guard with five others each had their weapons hidden and wearing a jacket over their kit. The jackets didn't hide their kit much however it was easy to get to if need be. Lines of people filed in and out as people handed out canned food and bottled water, while all this was going on he watched the Tyrians across the road doing the exact same, from the way they were acting they were much more disciplined than the Sevevillians. However, they had also just gotten into the city and had more localized support. Fighting remained the same in the city quiet compared to the other cities and the countryside. It was interesting how this was going to play out.

Tensions have continued to escalate around the city of Los Misioneros. Armed men of the city’s old police force and the mayor’s private militia have begun showing up at farms and villages outside the city limits, confiscating food and supplies and demanding compliance with what they are calling the Los Misioneros Emergency Directorate. Most in the area have accepted annexation into Los Misioneros’ sphere with little resistance, but there have been some notable outbreaks of violence as rural armed groups put up a fight. One local militia identifying with the Self-Protection Forces movement went on social media to claim their fighters had fought off a “gang” of Los Misioneros debt collectors east of the city, and called on others in the area to rally against this threat.

The mayor of Los Misioneros, Mr. Manuel Botella, defended the actions of his security forces as necessary to solve the city’s crippling food crisis. In a long and angry string of social media posts the mayor railed against hoarding farmers, the uncaring faction leaders in September City and Barcelonica, and especially the rich foreigners which live in Los Misioneros’ gated expat communities or have built their villas near the city. He blames these expats, many of whom came to September Island with international mining companies over the last several decades, for sucking the wealth away from ordinary islanders. Now he blames them for remaining safe in their gated communities with food, water, and power while the rest of the city starves.

Mayor Botella’s rhetoric has not helped tensions between the native residents of the city and those of the gated expat communities, mostly the large Arcadian community. The city’s police have completely cut off travel to or from the gated communities, while militia loyal to the mayor have taken to flashing spotlights and taunting residents over loudspeakers at all hours of the night. Many wealthy expats have come forward appealing to the SPF, Imperial Mandate, and especially the Arcadian government to help ensure the safety of them and their property.

Further incidents have taken place within Los Misioneros itself. With the mayor not permitting Tyrian forces to enter the city to distribute food and medicine, getting aid into the city has been relying on a tense handoff of supplies at the city limits as well as the gates of the international airport. Tyrian forces continue to occupy and use the airport despite Mayor Botella’s demands it be handed over to him, and today tensions boiled over as the mayor accused the Tyrians of using the airport to bring in troops and weapons with which they can storm the city. He has threatened to shoot down any Tyrian planes which attempt to land without his express permission, and again instructed those present on the ground to hand the airport over.

[Arcadian States and Commonwealths]

ANN Breaking: Chancellor authorizes Einsatz Balder in an executive order!

The Arcadian Chancellor Jule Beaulne has authorized an aid mission to Los Misioneros with Arcadian cargo planes to drop food and humanitarian equipment across the city, after news of the local mayor confiscating food surfaced on social media, and was later confirmed by local news sources on the ground. The Arcadian chancellor has invited the mayor to a meeting via the internet to assist the city in its food crisis as the airdrops begin. Chancellor Beaulne has also made an agreement with the Arcadian settlement that it will expand its food distribution operations at the gate to the locals. The Chancellor has also gone on record and stated if any more food confiscation continues, a battalion of Arcadian troops will be deployed to the city to protect the relief effort in the city.

Just an hour ago Arcadian Mobility Command has stated that the first wave of relief is already in the air, and the mission will continue until the crisis is resolved. Military fighters in the UCSO are on standby to defend the mission in the event of any attacks from any faction operating on the island with the Congress of Nations. The Congress of Nations has also asked the crown alliance to deploy Arcadian military troops on the ground to establish humanitarian efforts in the country, and to establish humanitarian corridors. The State Department has sent the flight paths of the airlift to the Mandate and New Antarctica in a gesture of goodwill and to reduce confusion of contested air space to prevent the cargo aircraft from being shot down by either side.

[Sevevill]

Lukas Davion JR. Stewart & Goodwall company representative. Port of Harimos Island Urilas

He stood and watched as the harbormaster finished counting his bribe.

"Mr. Davion thank you for choosing our port to bring you aid equipment in. We will not disappoint you." The harbormaster said smiling. "They will keep dock fifteen open for you"

"Very good. I trust you will alert me to any developments." He said standing up and walking out the door grabbing a black duffel bag on the way out of the room. Outside a black sedan was awaiting him in the dark of night they drove to the allocated dock where as they arrived a small cargo ship appeared from the murk and started to more. "CS Howard Maine... That will need to be changed before we set off" He said looking at one of his colleges who had just recently been brought into Urilas

"What should we change it to?"

"I think we should change it to Harcopia. Leave the port as the Howard Maine with the Urilas flag and change it to something registered in... Hmm... Lets say the UCSO just a estranged crew off course if we run into any trouble'" Davion had been in the business for a long time but this might be the most challenging mission of his career. On the dock stood ten SMC 55 missile trucks built to be good on road and off. These were specially kitted for the trip with their launchers dissembled and stowed in the beds. Canvas tops had been installed and red crosses painted on the doors. He hoped this would be enough to fool any onlookers to the purpose of these trucks. Their intended payloads were stored in another two canvas top trucks sitting on the outside with the same markings. Lukas got out of the car and walked up to the other men as they were loading rice and other things into the beds. These trucks would be set to go out to their new respective owners the next night.

[New Antarcticania]

ADF Pripayat
Somewhere in the Central Ocean
One minute after the Cruise missile launch

In a world where Suicide drones are freely available, and billion dollar pieces of equipment can be destroyed in but mere minutes by Hypersonic weaponry. A world where anyone with the right know-how can freely 3D print firearms, A world where the Humble keyboard is sometimes mightier than the 125mm cannon of a MBT. The Role of Electronic warfare has become ever the more prevalent.
After all, why Go out of your way to destroy an enemy radio station when you can simply jam it? Why suffer the wrath of the drone when electronic jamming can keep them grounded? Modern warfare are built on the pillars of communication, And electronic warfare just so happens to be the perfect hammer to bring the pillar down to rubble.

This though rings out heavily to everyone in the bridge of the Pripayat. An electronic warfare vessel built on the hull of a cruiser. Armed with an 'Robust' array of Jammers, signalers, and other types of equipment that the SPF could only dream of. The Pripayat is every Enemy ship's nightmare. Imagine a world where your attempt of an counterattack is constantly suppressed under the constant jamming of the Pripayat. Where her jammers lay down a heavy imaginary fog down upon your radars and other electronic systems at all times.

This is the world that the Antarcticans are about to cast down upon the Tyrians. As the Pripayat's captain stares down his stainless-steel watch, as the smaller needle movers ever closer to the 'one' position.
And closer.
And closer.
Until it finally reaches under it.
"And...NOW! COMMENCE JAMMING!" The captain shouts through the intercom.
And so, with the flick of a switch , the crew in the fire control room turn the Ship's jammers on.
From now on, any Tyrian -- and quite unfortunately, SPF -- force that is operating within 300km of the fleet is effectively jammed.
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--WIP--

[The JVP]

Crown Alliance Ships response

SNIP

The reps of the Crown Allinces had been in Rhamos Markion Colony for a few days now. Going over the paperwork with the current Mandate rep. It had taken a few days for the paperwork to be looked over and then the signing. But once it was done, the Crown Alliance quickly went to work to bring an end to the shit storm that was this standoff.

They accepted the invitation of the Arcadians to talk about peace and the future of the island. Likewise the Crown alliance reached out to the SPF, to ask for talks.

And Finally a call to the KDC, for a standing down of forces.

This was all sent within the first day of the Crown Alliance taking over the Mandate. Then the news of the Antarcticanian Missile strike and KP Jet reached their ears. The timing of both events seemed too close for coincidence. It seemed the KP did not want peace, but instead to plunge the island into another war.

So it came to no surprise when the Alliance called for the Serderi and JVP fleets, which had entered the Region at the same time as them and had been heading towards the straits, to enter the SI one and provide protection now starting to pass through the Urilias Straits after their long journey from the continent of Muhr, and if need be, to strike back.

~SNIP~

The Agreement to all the Arcadian Mission on to SI was given, but the troop count asked to be halved. Likewise to insure greater protection, the CA will also be sending in fighters to help escort the Cargo planes.

This is hoped to be seen as a sign of good faith as the CA looks to enter peace talks, to see the climate around the island, chill.

OOC: In cooperation with Tyria, Rhamos and Serderistan.

[The Kingdom of Rhamos]

Lagrange Point 87, Supply Constellation 1, Fortess Elyria, The Endless Sea between Markion and Wendler

A darkened lounge room in a nondescript building overlooked the artificial bay. It's rustic entire lit only by the dancing flicker of its fire place and the odd accent candle placed here and there about the room. The walls were lined with a menagerie of wild beast heads hunted in realms both near and far and when plied with fire light, gave the room a haunting yet somehow cazy colonial frontier look about it.

it's primary occupants sat upon a collection of expensive and antique furnishings, no doubt from locations as far flung and exotic as the decorative trophies on the walls.

Those not sitting were mostly staff, butlers and maids, as they attended to the needs of the sitting individuals.

The Viceroy leaned back into plush leather of his oversized seat and puffed pensively on his cigar while watching the swirling of aged bourbon in his glass.

"The public opinion of the Princessess speeches?" He quipped almost seeming distracted.

"We are holding at a firm 85% in favor, which we translate to favor for military action as well." The female stated. She was the only person in the room standing that wasn't a servant and she too paid no attention to anyone else in the room as she typed furiously into a cellphone.

"Ironic" The Viceroy mused with a chuckle. "All her blathering of peace and help has only better put us into a position to act with a firm hand." He stopped to sip on his drink, savoring its rich smokey flavor.

"The frontier of civilization is no place for damnedable bleeding heart royals."

"Indeed." Purred the other man sitting across from him almost predatory in nature as the light from the fireplace danced in his cold eyes. "So it would seem Herr Viceroy."

The Viceroys drink almost got caught in his throat for a minute save for years of calculated practice allowing him to keep his poise even in the company of this man. But a brief glimmer in the other man's eye told the Viceroy that his moment had been seen anyways and he shifted in his seat uncomfortably realizing he was being sized up.

After a brief pause of awkwardness between the two in which even the servants began to feel uncomfortable, the Viceroy finally spoke.

"The Mandate has been officially come under Crown Alliance control as of this evening, those damned Tyrians have finally signed the paper work."

"We calculate the mining rights alone will nearly triple the colonies quarterly profits." The women replied.

The Viceroy nodded impressed. "And if those fools in the KP presist with their faustian bargain?"

The other man took a drink from his rather lavish looking coffee before speaking this time. "We have firmly laid all the ground work required to achieve the maximum leverage out of any war that may arise."

He raised is hands up to shoulder height in a half laissez-faire attitude.

"Though I'd be remiss in not saying that the majority of the work was done by Ameria for us." He flashed a toothy grin as he followed the statement with a seemingly innocent chuckle.

"Threatening war when we showed then the clips of the human trafficking, calling the princess a liar and then calling out his Majesty himself on national television. One could almost conceive the thought they were attempting National suicide as it were."

"And how exactly is it that the RICIA intends to capitalize on all of this if it comes to war?"

"Why my dear Viceroy it ist simple, Amerias membership in the Nemos pact opens up an entire retinue of casus belli against nations with former monarchies previously indisposed by their occupants."

The air once again turned pregnant with awkward stillness as the Viceroy mulled over the implications of the statement before cocking an eyebrow.

"But three nations....wouldn't that make it almost impossible for the homeland to support my colony during such a war?" A hint of alarm was creeping into his voice now.

The man payed him no mind as he grabbed spooned som surgar, from a tray a nearby servant was holding, into his coffee. "Exceedingly." He started while stirring the granules into his cup.

"What!? I couldn't possibly hold out here with what's on hand while you galavant around Wendler toppling governments!"

"That's why I'd lower my voice if I were you." Any pretenses of pleasantries on the man's face seemingly morphed into the cold nothingness that had played only in the man's eyes up until this point.

"Herr Viceroy, you are not a Royal, you are not General, and you barely constitute the extremely vague definition of what passes for nobility in this country. Your man in charge of dirt on the extreme periphery of known civilization sullying yourself amongst the ilk of these savage heathens."

"But-tt-tt-tt but-t-ttt-t" The blustering Viceroy sputtered out half enraged as the man stood out of his chair and leaned down in front of him almost forehead to forehead causing the Viceroy to almost flip his chair backwards as he attempted to sink away almost half in fear and repulse.

"Mein Herr Viceroy let me make it perfectly clear." The man mused through his toothy maw of a smile at barely a whisper. "I would see this whole region burn if not for the fact that the King himself deemed it not so."

"But-the-Princess" the Viceroy pleading croaked "The Princess is still here!"

The man stood up finally allowing the Viceroy a reprieve finally as he let out an loud almost forced laugh that echoed around the room as the cold expression on his face returned to that of an old friend catching up again. "Well that mein freundin, is entirely up to our Fraulein." He said with a wink. "Perhaps she's a better negotiator then you are."

At that the man waved and abruptly sauntered out of the room with the female in tow leaving the exasperated Viceroy confusingly calling after them.

"Negotiator!? What Negotiator!? DUUUUKE! WHAT WERE WE NEGOTIATING!!?! DUKE! GET BACK HERE GOD DAMMIT I ORDER YOU!! DUUUUKE!!!!"