Gyzantian Civil War (MT)(IC)(Closed)

[Gonswanza]

Following this, she boarded the executive plane again. This caused more tension for the Grand Admiral and the overseas command, but there was little that they could do. it was not merely a matter of trusting the Anagonians, but of trusting the other combatants as well. So as they boarded the plane, the Grand Admiral ordered Admiral Dargon, "Monitor the situation carefully. I trust the Anagonians, but there are others, especially the native Gyzantian socialists, who may seize an opportunity to attack."

A flight of Bartgeier Multi Role Naval fighters, commanded by Flight Leader Gossing, whose eyes nearly popped from his head when he was given the assignment, were to escort the Princess-Regent's plane to Acur, and to coordinate with Anagonian air security operations for this purpose. They were especially alert. Farther out from the escort, Blackfly drones, not as fast but with good range of radar, were also in the air just in case.
But the Princess-Regent played backgammon with Lady-Countess Carnelian during the flight and seemed very calm. The Minister of the Left slept. Grand Admiral Teroth read reports about the war. The Director of Foreign Affairs went over last minute reports about the diplomatic situation.

When they arrived, the Princess-Regent was to step out into truly foreign territory. She was accompanied by Prince Shaladew Kadav, who was Minister of the Left and Minister of Death; Grand Admiral Teroth; The Director of Foreign Affairs; Lady-Countess Carnelian; her Captain of the Guard; her personal Honour Guard; and several servants and secretaries.

October 12th, 106 AUR
1419 Hours Anagonian Standard Time
Forward Humanitarian Base Acur Alpha
President Mileethus Canisilus; Commander-in-Chief on station

The arrival of the Princess-Regent was met with equal gallantry from the Confederate Marines, most unused to such displayed of pomp and ceremony. They were all still professional, however, with sharp and crisp movements to their formations as they greeted the Princess-Regent on her arrival. The air security was practically insane around Acur Alpha, the Anagonians coming through with their promise to protect the airspace as they had added additional - possibly unwarranted - air patrols from the carriers out to sea. Confederate Marines to either side of him, President Canisilus waited for the Princess-Regent to depart. Flags of both nations were present, along with those of Gyzantia. The President moved forward when the Princess finally departed her aircraft, under guard of course.

The tall Komodren stood in front of his Marines and Military Police, the honor guard in full display. He spoke only when she was close.

"Your Majestic Highness," the President greeted, remembering the protocol papers he had read over. It wasn't so much as offering his loyalty as it was offering simple courtesy. "Welcome to Acur Alpha. I have been unfortunately notified that the talks of peace will take place in Dessin. I had expected the Princess-Regent to head straight there due to the change of plans, however it is very fortuitous you were to arrive here. Perhaps you would join me on my transport there, and together we could talk?"

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October 12th, 106 AUR
1226 Hours Anagonian Standard Time
F-35C Lightning II Charlie Charlie Papa
Lieutenant Master James Portland - Conducting Combat Air Patrol

The flight of three F-35C's came casually alongside the aircraft designated to be owned by Laura Ortiz. They had been made aware of the developing situation and the Commodore had ordered a flight to escort Laura to the new destination. As such, the flight of three F-35C's already in the area were redesignated for the task. Lt. Master Portland didn't like babysit assignments, but it was better than being shot at.

"Attention aircraft, Pilot Laura Ortiz," the Lt. Master announced over open comms. "This is Charlie Charlie Papa, flight of three from the CSS Anagonia. I am assigned to escort you to Dessin. Do you require fuel or stop? We will be your escort. Commodore Crawford sends her regards."

The bewildered pilots pipe up to the aircraft, noting it on their radar, as the large aircraft was circling back for Dessin, with Laura Ortiz getting fucking blazed in her own lounge.

Erm, this is pilot Mathers, speaking. Co-pilot Hayes is with me. We are well on fuel and no mechanical issues. Callsigns Capital 1 and 2. We can continue back to Dessin, but the escort is appreciated.

That said, the aircraft makes a slow turn to Dessin once again, preparing to cruise into the city as Ortiz is notified in the change in plans. At least she'll be more chill... For now.

[Anagonia]

The bewildered pilots pipe up to the aircraft, noting it on their radar, as the large aircraft was circling back for Dessin, with Laura Ortiz getting fucking blazed in her own lounge.

Erm, this is pilot Mathers, speaking. Co-pilot Hayes is with me. We are well on fuel and no mechanical issues. Callsigns Capital 1 and 2. We can continue back to Dessin, but the escort is appreciated.

That said, the aircraft makes a slow turn to Dessin once again, preparing to cruise into the city as Ortiz is notified in the change in plans. At least she'll be more chill... For now.

October 12th, 106 AUR
1242 Hours Anagonian Standard Time
F-35C Lightning II Charlie Charlie Papa
Lieutenant Master James Portland - Conducting Combat Air Patrol

"Roger that Capital 1, we'll form on your 3, 9, and 6," replied the Lt. Master.

Good, this was going to be easy. It was already an easy assignment prior to their reassignment. James and his flight was scheduled to simply rotate a patrol from Acur and Assora, guarding Humanitarian flights. Now things had become so much easier. Once the F-35C's had positioned themselves accordingly, creating a half-diamond around the civilian aircraft, the navy pilots set their advanced fighters to cruise. It was simple adjusting the settings for the cruise with the help of the advanced computer systems, which calculated the best setting for thrust to maximize fuel efficiency as well as considerations for cruising with a target - friendly or not. In this case it was as simple as pressing a few buttons on the displays, confirming that the civilian craft was indeed friendly, and watching as the system put in the recommended settings. Lt. Master Portland followed the advice and set the on-board computer to notify him of any changes with an alert.

Pilots were typically very busy in their schedules. Thanks to the advancement of technology, a pilot in the modern era could catch quick "cat naps" if he was good enough and had an aware enough computer package. The F-35C's excelled at that requirement. After the Lt. Master set his cruise, he remained upright, from outward appearances he was very focused outward of his canopy. He then closed his eyes, his face hidden by his helmet as he began to snooze. If any changes happened, any new or recognized threats, the fighter plane should wake him.

Should.

[GreatOceania]

With news of successful capture of Colestra and the talks of peace talks between all faction it was best to send a representative out to the scene and negotiate treaty terms and the future of Gyzantia and to be sent was the leader of Oceania Bob. He was to be flown in a modified B-29 bomber converted into a transport stripped of any armament with the only defenses onboard are IRCMs, flares, chaff and electromagnetic protection.

He was to land in Dessin and congratulate the troops there before making his way to the designated location for the talks under the escort of his guards. As the aircraft approached and touch down onto the runway and fully stopping the first person to came out were the 6 guards that accompanied him all wearing the Special Force variant of the UIS armor and his right hand-man who instead wore the Standard variant of the UIS armor but with special markings.

The last thing one to come out of the plane was a humanoid robot dressed in a red robe, jacket and gloves and due to the design of the robot in which he can simulate human smoking tobacco he had a wooden pipe with him and to smoke there is a special slot in the glass dome head of his that allows him to inhale the smoke as he walked down the ramp inspecting his guards before making his way to a Oceanian Volga-24 and his guards getting into a Saimon APC and drove off.

[Niran]

Resting after long days of scouting for Marajarbian ships and looting towns 15 Tegushi gang members take a photo kneeling down alongside the hacked android that helped them gain the upper hand through their whole campaign. The Tegushi gang was thriving and making money off their journey to Gyzantia and hoped they could keep this up. From the looks of it nothing but promising news awaited the gang as powerful Niranian war horses had been successfully transported to Gyzantia with riders potent enough to increase their odds of victory on land. Honestly the Tegushi gang had grown freighting at this point as even though they had less funding or skill than the Niranian government they were still able to fight in long term conflicts against nations.

[Southeast Marajarbia]

The Marajarbian Government would send their own representative to the talks, primarily with the goal of having Marajarbia become the sole rebuilder of the damaged infrastructure throughout the region, or try to get a cooperation deal with Sombreland on this matter if it was not possible. Of course, there were other goals, most having to do with creating a peaceful and democratic Gyzantia free of any and all foreign influence, including any alliances, so the Marajarbians would send Mike Davis to the talks, alongside the proper security to avoid another Countesian assassination plot without even more serious consequences.

To ensure the protection of the diplomat, he and his security personnel would board an Anagonian vessel, knowing that nobody in their right mind, including any warmongers or pirates in the area, would dare to attack without risking a World War. The Anagonians were, after all, a very powerful foe to be reckoned with, often times being capable of more than just defending themselves, but also having the capabilities of destroying even the most powerful alliances.

Marajarbia had multiple goals, with one of them involving defining the future of the world, and these peace talks were only one of the stops on the way towards achieving said goal.

[Gonswanza]

Landing at Dessin was easy, it was done before.

What was not expected was the rushed flight of a military band and infantry from the Gonswanzan military, ready to show. Men of the Incendiary Weapons Division, Special Weapons Division, 48th Regiment, and even FAGEO arrived in force ready to show, along with a few pilots from the 27th. The military band quickly set up with the infantry, flanking a path set for Laura Ortiz, as the band began to play the Gonswanzan anthem as the door opened, with a staircase set up for Ortiz to step down from.

Like a true dictator, she was dressed in her best, a military gala uniform, with the Silent Guard following after her like androgynous shadows, armed with AR-416s and PDW-75s, ready to engage any hostile targets. The infantry gave their salute, a fist raised, with their arm held crooked so that the fist was in the air, their elbows bent at shoulder height. Left arms only, too. Laura Ortiz returns the salute, before lowering her arm as they follow suit. When she gave the order for them to bow, they did so, in unison.

Yet, when she finally does walk away from the formalities as the various infantry disperses on command, she seemed... More human. Yet, that brutal first impression of a manipulative, brutal dictatorship would linger given her attire.

Now she's ready for talks, interviews, whatever. Let the press come. Her guards will ensure that they don't get too close, though they will absolutely stab or shoot anyone who dares to harm Ortiz.

[Sombreland]

Forward Humanitarian Base Acur Alpha

'How clever their President is," marveled Prince Shaladew Kadav, the Minister of the Left and Minister of Death, quietly to the Director of Foreign Affairs. "He has understood the Princess-Regent perfectly."

"I doubt it," said the Director of Foreign Affairs. "He is probably an intelligent creature--or at least an effective one--but I think he is being sincere."

The Minister nodded, though he did not really believe it.

"Thank you, Mister President, for this warm greeting. I am glad that there was a happy meeting of our Marines, and now we have a happy meeting too" said Princess-Regent Alavaine. Her voice was sweet and clear, suggesting her gentle intelligence and serenity. The courtiers present all marveled that, nonhuman or not, the President acted as though talking to the beautiful Princess-Regent was perfectly normal. He clearly had great poise. "I would be delighted to speak with you. I believe that the AI, SACHI, may join us as well,, but they might very well end up going to Dessin, who can say?"

As they walked and spoke, she asked, "I saw a great warship, Mr. President, as vast as a hillside, out to sea as I few over Sikklosa on my way here. Was that your great battleship? We have no such vessels in our Royal Navy; our greatest is our carrier. But you appear to have many, many warships!"

She seemed small and fragile beside the towering reptilian man, yet her quiet presence was also great. She fell in beside him and, if he would do so, made her way to the transport available. The Captain of her Guard could not take his eyes off her, and had to order his second in command to make sure of the safety in the area around them. To him, the swaying her hips was as hypnotizing as a magician's watch.

[Anagonia]

The Marajarbian Government would send their own representative to the talks, primarily with the goal of having Marajarbia become the sole rebuilder of the damaged infrastructure throughout the region, or try to get a cooperation deal with Sombreland on this matter if it was not possible. Of course, there were other goals, most having to do with creating a peaceful and democratic Gyzantia free of any and all foreign influence, including any alliances, so the Marajarbians would send Mike Davis to the talks, alongside the proper security to avoid another Countesian assassination plot without even more serious consequences.

To ensure the protection of the diplomat, he and his security personnel would board an Anagonian vessel, knowing that nobody in their right mind, including any warmongers or pirates in the area, would dare to attack without risking a World War. The Anagonians were, after all, a very powerful foe to be reckoned with, often times being capable of more than just defending themselves, but also having the capabilities of destroying even the most powerful alliances.

Marajarbia had multiple goals, with one of them involving defining the future of the world, and these peace talks were only one of the stops on the way towards achieving said goal.

Landing at Dessin was easy, it was done before.

What was not expected was the rushed flight of a military band and infantry from the Gonswanzan military, ready to show. Men of the Incendiary Weapons Division, Special Weapons Division, 48th Regiment, and even FAGEO arrived in force ready to show, along with a few pilots from the 27th. The military band quickly set up with the infantry, flanking a path set for Laura Ortiz, as the band began to play the Gonswanzan anthem as the door opened, with a staircase set up for Ortiz to step down from.

Like a true dictator, she was dressed in her best, a military gala uniform, with the Silent Guard following after her like androgynous shadows, armed with AR-416s and PDW-75s, ready to engage any hostile targets. The infantry gave their salute, a fist raised, with their arm held crooked so that the fist was in the air, their elbows bent at shoulder height. Left arms only, too. Laura Ortiz returns the salute, before lowering her arm as they follow suit. When she gave the order for them to bow, they did so, in unison.

Yet, when she finally does walk away from the formalities as the various infantry disperses on command, she seemed... More human. Yet, that brutal first impression of a manipulative, brutal dictatorship would linger given her attire.

Now she's ready for talks, interviews, whatever. Let the press come. Her guards will ensure that they don't get too close, though they will absolutely stab or shoot anyone who dares to harm Ortiz.

October 12th, 106 AUR
1628 Hours Anagonian Standard Time
F-35C Lightning II Charlie Charlie Papa
Lieutenant Master James Portland - Conducting Escort Duties

It seemed Mother Hen, the name lovingly applied to one of the E-3C Sentry command and control aircraft in the air currently, was not done with her flock of "chicks". Just as the three F-35C's under the command of Lt. Master Portland made airborne from refueling and temporarily relaxing their bodily woes, Mother Hen came over the line as forceful as ever.

"Charlie Charlie Papa, confirm callback to Mother Hen, Over"

James groaned. As he stabilized his fighter aircraft and his wingman joined in on him, they rose to 10,000 feet as instructed by the Dessin ATC before the hand-over from their airspace. It wasn't even two seconds past that hand-over that the damn Air Controller on the E-3C pipped up.

"Roger, this is Charlie Charlie Papa, Flight of Three, I copy your chirping Mother Hen," he replied.

"Mother Hen to little chicks of three, you are to turn southeast and rise to 35,000. Proceed southeast to Hatrap Airspace, then proceed south to Kurthia Airspace and drop to 15,000. Await escort instructions for Marajarbian delegation and Lexington Turnaround to Dessin. How Copy?"

Another groan. Marajarbians. They were almost the practical joke of the war so far. In an impossibly protected area they had managed to not once, but twice send in their forces to a slaughter from pirate threats. Pirates that were specifically targeting them, to be fair, but pirates nonetheless. Their naval command had been so incompetent as to not send any reasonable defenses that they became a laughing stock across all the military forces present in the Gyzantian Area of Operations. It was the literal dread of any service member to be called upon to escort them. Either they would be surprise attacked by pirates again or they would likely crash their vehicles by mistake. It was the definition of an extreme babysitting job and no one in the Anagonian Military looked forward to that call.

Still, he had his orders. Flying hard to Kurthia and preforming a Lexington Turnaround meant he'd be up for the next day and a half. Lexington Turnaround was traditionally a truckers term from Anagonia, signifying their usage of "drugs" to keep them awake during coast-to-coast long hauls. They still weren't really regulated in Anagonia, the nation preferring its truckers to keep the nation moving than restricting their ability to perform their best. There were laws, of course, enforced by individual Military Policemen on the infinite-speed interstate highways - but they were few. Even the scale-houses, affectionately called "Chicken Houses" or "Rooster Dens", really didn't regulate their usage of drug-related substances. So long as they kept things moving and didn't kill anyone, it was of no one elses concern. Which meant for the Lt. Master and his flight they'd likely be taking some "drugs" of their own - to keep them awake for two more days.

"Wilco Mother Hen, I'll get the go-go pills ready," he replied, with a large hint of disgruntlement in his voice.

"Mother Hen is proud of her little chicks," the AWACS Air Controller stated obnoxiously but oddly in a weirdly intentional loving fashion, "Mother Hen, out."

"Fucking hand-holder missions," complained one of his flight.

All James could do was verbally grunt in agreement as he turned his bird and let the fire loose, his wingmen close behind.

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Forward Humanitarian Base Acur Alpha

'How clever their President is," marveled Prince Shaladew Kadav, the Minister of the Left and Minister of Death, quietly to the Director of Foreign Affairs. "He has understood the Princess-Regent perfectly."

"I doubt it," said the Director of Foreign Affairs. "He is probably an intelligent creature--or at least an effective one--but I think he is being sincere."

The Minister nodded, though he did not really believe it.

"Thank you, Mister President, for this warm greeting. I am glad that there was a happy meeting of our Marines, and now we have a happy meeting too" said Princess-Regent Alavaine. Her voice was sweet and clear, suggesting her gentle intelligence and serenity. The courtiers present all marveled that, nonhuman or not, the President acted as though talking to the beautiful Princess-Regent was perfectly normal. He clearly had great poise. "I would be delighted to speak with you. I believe that the AI, SACHI, may join us as well,, but they might very well end up going to Dessin, who can say?"

As they walked and spoke, she asked, "I saw a great warship, Mr. President, as vast as a hillside, out to sea as I few over Sikklosa on my way here. Was that your great battleship? We have no such vessels in our Royal Navy; our greatest is our carrier. But you appear to have many, many warships!"

She seemed small and fragile beside the towering reptilian man, yet her quiet presence was also great. She fell in beside him and, if he would do so, made her way to the transport available. The Captain of her Guard could not take his eyes off her, and had to order his second in command to make sure of the safety in the area around them. To him, the swaying her hips was as hypnotizing as a magician's watch.

October 12th, 106 AUR
1430 Hours Anagonian Standard Time
Forward Humanitarian Base Acur Alpha
President Mileethus Canisilus; Commander-in-Chief on station

The President did indeed marvel at the beauty of the almost fragile human before him. As he turned elegantly, his tail swaying in such a fashion as to flow with his movement and avoid unintentional contact of anyone else around him, he gingerly stepped in line besides the Princess-Regent. His steps, however impossible, fell in line with hers albiet with more of an elongated gait to their falls. Yet still, despite his size and the length of his stride, he somehow managed to perfectly match her pace. Around him, his Military Police stayed a distance, forming with the Royal Guards that were guarding their Monarch, being careful not to interrupt the diplomatic process too apparently.

"Yes, indeed, your Elegancy," the President replied concerning her question on his ship. "It is one of several Super Battleships we operate. In Anagonia, we live in a region of the world that is extremely violent - save for our lands that we control. To manage the chaos of our home, we as a people had to become hardened warriors, creating weapons of war that many nations such as yours might consider completely unnecessary. To us, they are vital and essential to our survival. With them we combat threats such as pirates and vegabonds seeking our peoples riches and the people themselves. We viciously protect our interests and our own."

He offered a second of silence as they walked, now around building, heading towards a visible helipad. A Presidential CH-53E Super Stallion sat on the helipad, crews surrounding it as upon the sight of the President its rotors began to whine. They were far enough away so as to allow proper warmup and the crew had already concluded the appropriate checks, all of whom were quickly departing the large helicopter. The Super Stallion was colored differently than the traditional gray of the navies variant; Blue across her frame with intertwining stripes of thick red and white with five-pointed stars visible at visually appealing points. A smaller variant of the national crest was visible on one side of the tail of the massive helicopter, with a the normal-sized national crest visible on the sliding door facing the approach delegation. The First National Flag was visible beside the national crest, and smaller to the rear of it was State Flag of the Commonwealth of Lexington which signified where this particular Presidential Transport originated from. Two Military Policemen were visible even at the distance sliding open the door facing the delegation and placing down steps for the Princess-Regent.

"I dared board the Super Battleship not but over a week ago and used my travel time to visit specific places," the President continued as they walked. "I did not anticipate events to become so desperate in Gyzantia, I must admit, but I am glad that I came nonetheless. Your Prince, Prince Justus, was very honorable. He treated my Marines well and for that I am thankful. I believe if we both could further work closely with these negotiations, I would be very open to furthering closer relations with your Kingdom, Princess Alavaine."

"Oh, and," he quickly added, "if I may dare say such compliments, your excellency, your attire is very beautiful for this meeting."

It was intended to lay some frosting on the already heavy cake. Not intending to be anything else. He had already gauged the Princess from afar and from reports and the most common theme was her innocence towards the real world. They began to approach closer the transport, giving the Princess time to reply before the President would shift to the side and offer his head to the Princess to assist her aboard.

"If I may, Princess," he requested, politely. "I shall help you. It is only fitting as our guest."

When pleasantries were exchanged and concluded, and all sat and situated, the Super Stallion would lift off. Beside it, six RAH-66A Comanche's would follow closely behind. Overhead a flight of fighter aircraft - various in design from the carriers off shore - followed the Presidential transport closely as it began its long journey to Dessin. While on board, the President took the opportunity to finish his explanation from before.

"Concerning why we have so many ships, Princess Alavaine," Mileethus offered, sitting across from her yet somehow quite clear and audible despite the noise, "we have so many because we must defend what we have. We also use those ships to defend our friends, our allies, and our interests."

He waited patiently for her reply as they gingerly and gently flew their course.

[Triad Territories]

"Sir, Gyzantian Civil War, have you heard of it?"
"No I have not. Should I have? I've not even fucking heard of Gyzant or whatever the country fighting itself is."
"To be honest sir, no - not until now. But now you'll be wanting to find out everything - if you want to make a quick buck that is."
"Now you're speaking my language..."

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"Thank you all for joining me here." Capo Bianchii would open, spreading a map onto the table. "Word has just fallen into my lap of a lucrative business opportunity..."
"More lucrative than the 'Exotic Chimp Society' ball? I am still having to buy rabies shots for my soldiers after that kerfuffle." Miss Lyshenka would counter. "If this isn't the fastest cash in the biggest bag we've seen this year, I am going to geld you."
"Indeed, many of your business opportunities have fallen rather flat lately." The Yakuza man nodded. "I concur with our Russian compatriot, this better be something good."
The Italian would cough, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Well, it's a civil war, and we've got a side needing guns. Lots of them, to arm a militia, and they need them desperately. We've still got that warehouse of old equipment that's just rusting, not worth shit against what we'd be fighting - but them? This Technate is the official government of the area, currently supported by the royals. They're out of bullets and they're starving, and we can remedy both of those for the right price, and a few favours down the line..."

"What's the catch, Enzo?"

"There is none. We send the shit we have in storage over, we make a killing - literally."

"Fine, I'll call my men to ready a shipment. If this goes south, I'm selling you to Interpol on the spot..."

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The Technate would recieve a buzz on their radio at the largest airstrip under their control.

"Tower, this is Mohawk-7, do you copy, over?"
"We copy."
"Shipment for you, courtesy of the Council of Three from the Free Cities of Hong Kong, Macau, Shenzen, and Guangdong. 1000 Rifles, 500 handguns, 700 grenades, 2 armoured cars, and enough Military Rations to feed an army. Your army. No need to pay now, they understand your situation - all of this is yours, on the condition that when this war is over, they can count on your help with some of their issues. Sound fair?"

[Sombreland]

Forward Humanitarian Base Acur Alpha

The President did indeed marvel at the beauty of the almost fragile human before him. As he turned elegantly, his tail swaying in such a fashion as to flow with his movement and avoid unintentional contact of anyone else around him, he gingerly stepped in line besides the Princess-Regent. His steps, however impossible, fell in line with hers albiet with more of an elongated gait to their falls. Yet still, despite his size and the length of his stride, he somehow managed to perfectly match her pace. Around him, his Military Police stayed a distance, forming with the Royal Guards that were guarding their Monarch, being careful not to interrupt the diplomatic process too apparently.

"Yes, indeed, your Elegancy," the President replied concerning her question on his ship. "It is one of several Super Battleships we operate. In Anagonia, we live in a region of the world that is extremely violent - save for our lands that we control. To manage the chaos of our home, we as a people had to become hardened warriors, creating weapons of war that many nations such as yours might consider completely unnecessary. To us, they are vital and essential to our survival. With them we combat threats such as pirates and vegabonds seeking our peoples riches and the people themselves. We viciously protect our interests and our own."

The Royal Guards were all in uniforms that most nations would call parade dress. They wore peaked caps, dark blue uniforms with red sashes, black trousers and gold buttoned single breasted tunics. Even the lowest ranking had a tailored uniform, with fine leather dress shoes, a straight sword, and a fine rifle. The Captain was the best dressed of all, his tunic and trousers cut perfectly, his face handsome and joyous as he stared with devotion at the Princess-Regent. The ordinary men were very alert to their duty, which was to try to prevent all harm to the Princess-Regent, or to die trying.

"Elegancy..." she mused. "Mr. President, this is an unusual term. Well, it seems that all your people are hardened? This is most unusual too. You do not have a military caste, as I understand it, which we do. But it is natural for a country's rulers and those who bear arms under its banners to protect its interests, ruthlessly, if they must. A sad, sad necessity..." she brushed a tear from her lovely large blue eyes.

He offered a second of silence as they walked, now around building, heading towards a visible helipad. A Presidential CH-53E Super Stallion sat on the helipad, crews surrounding it as upon the sight of the President its rotors began to whine. They were far enough away so as to allow proper warmup and the crew had already concluded the appropriate checks, all of whom were quickly departing the large helicopter. The Super Stallion was colored differently than the traditional gray of the navies variant; Blue across her frame with intertwining stripes of thick red and white with five-pointed stars visible at visually appealing points. A smaller variant of the national crest was visible on one side of the tail of the massive helicopter, with a the normal-sized national crest visible on the sliding door facing the approach delegation. The First National Flag was visible beside the national crest, and smaller to the rear of it was State Flag of the Commonwealth of Lexington which signified where this particular Presidential Transport originated from. Two Military Policemen were visible even at the distance sliding open the door facing the delegation and placing down steps for the Princess-Regent.

"Goodness, what a big helicopter!: she marveled. "It is bigger than the ones we use in our Royal Navy, is it not Grand Admiral?"

"It is, Majesty," said Grand Admiral Teroth. "Of course we, at present, only have a light carrier. We could get more from such companies as Wolf Armaments."

"There are other concerns in the Kingdom," said Prince Shadalew languidly. "You have no doubt forgotten it, being of the military caste, Grand Admiral," His gaze was friendly, and just that, no doubt, to the Anagonians but it spoke a warning to the Admiral, who bowed, cursing himself for forgetting his position in front of foreigners. He was relieved that the Princess-Regent gave him a sweet glance that made his heart race before turning back to the strange reptilian foreign leader.

"I dared board the Super Battleship not but over a week ago and used my travel time to visit specific places," the President continued as they walked. "I did not anticipate events to become so desperate in Gyzantia, I must admit, but I am glad that I came nonetheless. Your Prince, Prince Justus, was very honorable. He treated my Marines well and for that I am thankful. I believe if we both could further work closely with these negotiations, I would be very open to furthering closer relations with your Kingdom, Princess Alavaine."

"Oh, Prince Jusus, yes, he is one of my cousins!" beamed Princess-Regent Alavaine. "He is a fine man, of our military caste. So fine a man, so eloquent you would think him a courtier, but he comes from a long line of warriors. When he took command of the Royal Marines I felt that there was a man who would do his duty excellently. I am glad that it is a fine example of our nations getting along. it is strange, is it not, that we met in war, and may part not merely friendly but as friends, Mr. President!"

"Oh, and," he quickly added, "if I may dare say such compliments, your excellency, your attire is very beautiful for this meeting."

It was intended to lay some frosting on the already heavy cake. Not intending to be anything else. He had already gauged the Princess from afar and from reports and the most common theme was her innocence towards the real world. They began to approach closer the transport, giving the Princess time to reply before the President would shift to the side and offer his head to the Princess to assist her aboard.

"I am glad that it pleases you, Mr. President." she whispered to him, leaning up a bit, "And my title is "Majestic Highness", Mr. President, but since you have already called me that and you are a head of state, please call me "Ma'am" from now on until we have to meet again, please." As they walked, she said, "This gown and these jewels are the correct ones to wear on this day, for this time of year, as proscribed by the Ministry of Divinity, which advises all of our people, from the monarchy to the least ditch digger, on how to behave."

"If I may, Princess," he requested, politely. "I shall help you. It is only fitting as our guest."

Alavaine, though she was in good shape and leaned a bit towards voluptuousness in her bosom and hips, was nevertheless no doubt very light to the giant Anagodnian president, and she accepted graciously as he helped her up. The courtiers were pleased; all was going smoothly, though to them it was as though the Princess-Regent was visiting a militarily powerful but barbaric tribe with strange rituals and customs.

When pleasantries were exchanged and concluded, and all sat and situated, the Super Stallion would lift off. Beside it, six RAH-66A Comanche's would follow closely behind. Overhead a flight of fighter aircraft - various in design from the carriers off shore - followed the Presidential transport closely as it began its long journey to Dessin. While on board, the President took the opportunity to finish his explanation from before.

"This is more comfortable than the one I flew to visit the Royal Marines on," observed the Princess-Regent. "Gracious, my dress flew all around and it nearly made my hair fly around too, if it had not been for the pins...and it was a bit rough seating as well. I was not used to it..." she heaved a sad sigh. "To think my poor Royal Marines must endure such hardships..."

The four Bartgeier fighters remained at the airfield; they would refuel and then meet the Princess-Regent at the Dessin airfield along with her executive transport before her departure; for now she was the guest of the Anagonians.

"Concerning why we have so many ships, Princess Alavaine," Mileethus offered, sitting across from her yet somehow quite clear and audible despite the noise, "we have so many because we must defend what we have. We also use those ships to defend our friends, our allies, and our interests."

He waited patiently for her reply as they gingerly and gently flew their course.

"Yes. My council are divided on that. Buy more ships, don't buy more ships? But we must use wisdom and time to decide," she said. "

"Since we are flying together, Mr. President, I wonder if we could discuss what will happen at these peace talks?" she asked him in her soft and gracious manner. "You see, the very idea of a resumption of war horrifies me. I understand its necessity from time to time, but if it is at all possible what peace we could restore would be good. Now, it seems to me that the Gyzantian monarchy, while noble and good, is not descended from such sacred ancestry as mine. So it seems wise to me that they might share more of their power. Have the King remain as the chief executive...I believe that is the term...while the people across Gyzantia should perhaps elect their representative leaders so that they can vote on what they find to be acceptable policy. Changes of law, changes of taxes, that sort of thing. And of course the socialists could choose to vote for who they wanted to represent them. But what are your thoughts, Mr. President?"

[Countesia]

After tons of fighting and realizing that there was nothing waiting for them if they die in the caves. The commanding officer of the Avis Island forces makes a public radio message, urging all of the Technate's forces to surrender to the Colstrean and allied forces. Immediately, all troops raised their hands, only hoping to be treated according to the rules of war.

The plane carrying Simon Herzland has landed on the city of Dessin, where the peace deals are to be done. He was greeted with protests on the street, with some signs saying: "TO THE PERSON WHO BOMBED MY HOME: GO BACK TO WHERE YOU CAME FROM!". He had to accept seeing this signs, after all, it was his and the General Staff's fault to authorize artillery attacks into Dessin, and now he is there to make peace deals with them. It was truly embarrassing for him.

Hours later, he will meet with Peter Hess, with a heavy atmosphere containing the room that even the cameramen felt it. They managed to talk stuff in a formal tone and decided to call it a day after 30 minutes of talking to each other. Herzland arrives at a hotel, where he will stay for a few days before the peace deal will be conducted in the Hatrus Castle, right on the outskirts of the city.

Avis Island
Technate of Gyzantia
Colstrean Republic

---

After the fighting had moved inland, Major Sutherland had decided to make landfall on Avis Island to oversee the final stages of the battle. Gyzantian Forces had more or less crumbled under the combined forces of Countesia, Gonswanza and Colstrea and had retreated to a system of caves in the center of the island. Hours after doing so, victory was declared when the Gyzantian leader of the forces on Avis island eventually surrendered in a radio transmission for all to hear.

Undoubtedly, this would come as a major blow to the Gyzantian mainland as they had now lost a major forward position in which to harass Colstrea, and likely a severe hit to the nations morale, if it had any left.

Walking up the beach, he met one of his captains who had been leading the Countesian command post just off the beach, where the advance inland had been coordinating from. He saw several men stationed on a satellite printout of the island with numerous coloured pins, blue for Countesia, green for Gonswanza and orange for Colstrea. The map more or less confirmed what he knew. Utterly surrounded in a cave system that they could not escape from, they had taken the smart option and surrendered before they could be flushed out. He looked to his left and further down the and beach to see that several groups of unarmed Technate soldiers had already handed themselves over to the Countesians for prisoner processing, where they would be loaded onto landing craft to be taken to whatever Colstrea had in the way of detention centers.

"Captain, I see we've already started to take prisoners." He said as he browsed over the map.

"Yes sir, some stragglers at first" replied the captain "but then larger groups began surrendering to us personally. As for their leader, I haven't had any confirmation from either Colstrea or Gonswanza as to whether or not he's in their custody. Its possible he's waiting for the peace talks to be finalised."

"Yes, the peace talks. I'll be needed there, no doubt." Sutherland said "I want the airfield up and running again as soon as possible. Talk to the Colstreans about making that happen sooner rather than later, if the peace talks don't go well, they'll need it."

"Yes sir, i'll get someone on that." The captain said as he made eye contact with the underling he would delegate the job too.

"Good, good. You handle that, i'm going to make contact with the Colstrean leadership." He said as he turned to walk away. He removed the radio from its sling and adjusted it for the frequency the allies were operating on.

"This is Major Sutherland to Colstrean HQ, what is your position, over." he said into the radio, awaiting a response. He was hoping that together with the Colstrean leadership they could get an audience with the commander of the Avis Island.

[Anagonia]

"Sir, Gyzantian Civil War, have you heard of it?"
"No I have not. Should I have? I've not even fucking heard of Gyzant or whatever the country fighting itself is."
"To be honest sir, no - not until now. But now you'll be wanting to find out everything - if you want to make a quick buck that is."
"Now you're speaking my language..."

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"Thank you all for joining me here." Capo Bianchii would open, spreading a map onto the table. "Word has just fallen into my lap of a lucrative business opportunity..."
"More lucrative than the 'Exotic Chimp Society' ball? I am still having to buy rabies shots for my soldiers after that kerfuffle." Miss Lyshenka would counter. "If this isn't the fastest cash in the biggest bag we've seen this year, I am going to geld you."
"Indeed, many of your business opportunities have fallen rather flat lately." The Yakuza man nodded. "I concur with our Russian compatriot, this better be something good."
The Italian would cough, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Well, it's a civil war, and we've got a side needing guns. Lots of them, to arm a militia, and they need them desperately. We've still got that warehouse of old equipment that's just rusting, not worth shit against what we'd be fighting - but them? This Technate is the official government of the area, currently supported by the royals. They're out of bullets and they're starving, and we can remedy both of those for the right price, and a few favours down the line..."

"What's the catch, Enzo?"

"There is none. We send the shit we have in storage over, we make a killing - literally."

"Fine, I'll call my men to ready a shipment. If this goes south, I'm selling you to Interpol on the spot..."

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The Technate would recieve a buzz on their radio at the largest airstrip under their control.

"Tower, this is Mohawk-7, do you copy, over?"
"We copy."
"Shipment for you, courtesy of the Council of Three from the Free Cities of Hong Kong, Macau, Shenzen, and Guangdong. 1000 Rifles, 500 handguns, 700 grenades, 2 armoured cars, and enough Military Rations to feed an army. Your army. No need to pay now, they understand your situation - all of this is yours, on the condition that when this war is over, they can count on your help with some of their issues. Sound fair?"

October 12th, 106 AUR
1809 Hours Anagonian Standard Time
F/A-18C Hornet Foxtrot Zulu Zulu; Flight of Three
On Patrol west of the Technate Airfield; Engaging Unresponsive Aircraft

Once the unidentified aicraft finished its conversation with the tower, the three F/A-18C Hornet's engaged. It was a quick affair. All three fired their air-to-air missile compliments at the unidentified aircraft, then engaged what was left over with the appropriate measures. There was a no-fly zone in order, strictly enforced. It had been stated, warned, and stated again. There would be no second chances. Whoever this party was that had joined in the fun clearly had not read up on recent events nor even cared to contribute in any reasonable fashion. They hadn't even had the courtesy to contact the Confederate forces for permission to enter. If they had just lied about being humanitarian...

Six AIM-9 Sidewinder Missiles were launched in quick secession from each Hornet, then the Hornets veered off course to get distance between them and the unidentified aircraft, prepared to launch additional missiles should the first not succeed.

[Anagonia]

October 11th, 106 AUR
Lexington One - Presidential CH-53E Super Stallion
In flight over Gyzantia; Heading towards Dessin

The Military Police that had originally accompanied the President had halved in number. Some stayed behind at Acur Alpha, already having orders to assist with Humanitarian efforts after a brief R&R period. The remainder, around ten Military Policemen, joined the accompanying Royal Guard on board the rather comfortable and elegant Presidential CH-53E. The interior had been redesigned for the comfort of VIP's, mainly the President and his usual entourage. Where the President and Princess sat was the traditional seating area for the President; a rather luxurious chair with table between another luxurious chair located on the left side of the interior and forward past the sliding door. To the right was where most of the entourage would sit; a line of seating, equally comfortable, with intermixed tables. Additional seating was provided in the rear near the sliding doors where the remainder would sit. There was appropriately placed walls between the divisions of the interior, providing the Princess and President some much needed privacy. In the front of the Super Stallion, nearest the area leading to the cockpit, a miniature bar and kitchen area was situated with waiting staff.

One of the staff was actively providing water refreshments to all their guests on board, starting out first by serving the President and Princess with appropriately conditioned glasses of water. The President thanked the staff member and they departed to assist the Royal Guard and Military Police with refreshments.

"Yes. My council are divided on that. Buy more ships, don't buy more ships? But we must use wisdom and time to decide," she said.

"Since we are flying together, Mr. President, I wonder if we could discuss what will happen at these peace talks?" she asked him in her soft and gracious manner. "You see, the very idea of a resumption of war horrifies me. I understand its necessity from time to time, but if it is at all possible what peace we could restore would be good. Now, it seems to me that the Gyzantian monarchy, while noble and good, is not descended from such sacred ancestry as mine. So it seems wise to me that they might share more of their power. Have the King remain as the chief executive...I believe that is the term...while the people across Gyzantia should perhaps elect their representative leaders so that they can vote on what they find to be acceptable policy. Changes of law, changes of taxes, that sort of thing. And of course the socialists could choose to vote for who they wanted to represent them. But what are your thoughts, Mr. President?"

He had been, he had to admit, lost in thought. Her previous responses he had answered appropriately, with either polite affirmations or agreements. This new one had caught him off guard despite the fact he had been waiting patiently for it. There was a port-window between the two seats, over the table between them, and the Komodren was visibly gazing out of it as the ground became farther away. The night was waning now, lights of distant towns and cities visible, and just off the side he could make out a fighter jet escorting their helicopter.

"Hmm?" he offered, then, remembering himself, "My apologies, Your Majestic Highness. Ma'am."

He cleared his throat, offering a final glance to the outside before taking a sip of his provided water. He then focused on the Princess.

"Ma'am, I believe it's prudent we first focus on the reason this civil war started in the first place," the President offered. "True, we should and must pursue your methodology. As a Monarch yourself, I believe you are expertly positioned to help in such transitions. I believe the Monarchy of Gyzantia should be preserved, in fact, and that you could position your Kingdom as advisors of sorts to help them in their rebuilding and restructuring. Your suggestion directly attacks and pinpoints the concerns I have, which is properly representing the populace in place of direct rule of a single individual - regardless of benevolence. If we focus on providing this division between Monarchy and Government, by allowing the common people the right to voice their opinion through a representative Government that speaks for them to their Monarch, I think we start a major healing process and offer the people the future they need.

Your idea of separating the Monarchy from the Government is familiar to me. I believe the United Kingdom in Britain has such a system. By permitting the Monarch, for example to approve the democratically elected Prime Minister - whom shall lead and represent the government - the Monarch retains key powers but also gives much of those powers away as an act of faith and trust their their decision for Prime Minister and their decision for government will properly represent them. Giving the people a voice also offers the Monarchy a way, if I may be so bold to state, to avoid direct confrontation and blame for poor decisions. It gives the people the right to express those grievances and elect representatives who will dictate policy that represents the people.

So yes, I think your idea is fantastic and I am entirely behind it. This is exactly the reason I wanted you here, Ma'am. You have an expertise that needs to be utilized, and quickly. The faster we end this civil war the faster we can rebuild this society and leave."

[New Antarcticania]

Forward Humanitarian Post 'Centre.'
Somewhere in the outskirts of Acur.
"D+ 3"

The Angonians Won't be enjoying the recon company's support for long.

After 24 hours post-landing, two forward bases have been established. The former; a bastion of gabion, trenches and sandbags. Located just short of 400 metres from the beaches of Kuritha. The latter- a smaller area in the outskirts of Acur. comprising of LZs and kill-zones, one of the many forward evacuation posts that the Antarcticans will set up and hold i n the days to come.
And so, as the recon company of the 103rd is relieved by 2nd company (who had promptly arrived at the outskirts of Acur by armoured convoy hours prior.) Recon company prepares to mire itself in the a place. A place where battle lines push and diverge.
Where the hungry, desperate, and the disillusioned will flock to them in thousands of numbers strong. A place that sees the death of tens of hundreds each hour of each day.
A place which the marines somewhat affectionately calls--...

"The Shit"
1700 hrs.

The Antarctican humanitarian efforts first focuses on the front-line city of Jeltselvo. No doubt having seen better days due to inevitable skirmishes between the Technate and the Socialists. The city was (in command's eyes, at least.) A obvious first step in the refugee extraction program, with predictions of the city's residents wanting to escape or seek refuge due to it's close proximity to the front lines.
The recon company will prove if the prediction was right or wrong.

So here they are, again. In a Ka-29TB crammed full of trigger-happy marines and whatever construction supplies they could've fit. Escorted by equally crammed Mi-24Ms, loaded with it's gun, two rocket pods, and four ATGMs.
This is the front, after all. Where plenty of bandits, deserters, or even the competing factions themselves could attack them at any moment.

So once more does the formation of helicopters land in pairs, chucking out men and material as soon as possible before the helicopters lift off with a roar of it's rotors and kicking up wind and dust alike as it powers off into the open air and the horizon, eventually fading away.
The marines are obviously tenser, with all of them displaying their Rifles hung over in the front of their chest, perimeter watches holding off the inevitable crowd of onlookers as the engineers began construction the first frames of a a base. With nothing to do but watch in their foxholes and semi-dug trenches, PPKs and NSVs set up and ready to spit rounds across it's horizon.
As dusks steps in place of dawn, and the sun begins to set just a few hours later, the marines prepare themselves for a long, restless night...

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"The corps' flyboys."
15nmi north of APS Kyiv-II
"Press" Flight (1-1/1-2)
Mi-24M

The two-ship flight of Mi-24s flew gracefully across the sea, armed with an four ATGMs, two rocket pods, and a fully loaded flexible 12.7mm autocannon.
They were in the middle of their perimeter patrol when the ever-loving voice of the Kyiv-II's CIC appeared over the pilots' comms.
"Press flight, command. Re-route for VIP protection at bearing 260 reference point, 70 miles. Move and cooperate with Angonian forces in escort, how copy?"

Unlike some, the pilots of the Hinds are quite excited at the prospect of getting some trigger time. At lightly armed pirates, no less. An understandable feeling, considering that all of the flight crew of the Kyiv-ii have done so far is transporting marines and supplies to and fro from the ship.

And so, they reply enthusiastically.

"Command, press flight. Affirmative, turning bearing 260 from reference point, 70 miles."

"Copy."

And so, the flight of the hinds turn aggressively to the northeast, flying at just about 900 feet above the water.
It was finally time for the pilots of the marine corps to get some.

[Anagonia]

--deleted--

[Sombreland]

October 11th, 106 AUR
Lexington One - Presidential CH-53E Super Stallion
In flight over Gyzantia; Heading towards Dessin

The Military Police that had originally accompanied the President had halved in number. Some stayed behind at Acur Alpha, already having orders to assist with Humanitarian efforts after a brief R&R period. The remainder, around ten Military Policemen, joined the accompanying Royal Guard on board the rather comfortable and elegant Presidential CH-53E. The interior had been redesigned for the comfort of VIP's, mainly the President and his usual entourage. Where the President and Princess sat was the traditional seating area for the President; a rather luxurious chair with table between another luxurious chair located on the left side of the interior and forward past the sliding door. To the right was where most of the entourage would sit; a line of seating, equally comfortable, with intermixed tables. Additional seating was provided in the rear near the sliding doors where the remainder would sit. There was appropriately placed walls between the divisions of the interior, providing the Princess and President some much needed privacy. In the front of the Super Stallion, nearest the area leading to the cockpit, a miniature bar and kitchen area was situated with waiting staff.

One of the staff was actively providing water refreshments to all their guests on board, starting out first by serving the President and Princess with appropriately conditioned glasses of water. The President thanked the staff member and they departed to assist the Royal Guard and Military Police with refreshments.

The staff attempting to serve the Princess-Regent was interrupted by Lady-Countess Carnelian, a slim red haired lady in waiting. She smiled and bowed and would insist on handing the Princess-Regent the water herself. Princess-Regent Alavaine simply smiled and thanked the President for the water.

President had been, he had to admit, lost in thought. Her previous responses he had answered appropriately, with either polite affirmations or agreements. This new one had caught him off guard despite the fact he had been waiting patiently for it. There was a port-window between the two seats, over the table between them, and the Komodren was visibly gazing out of it as the ground became farther away. The night was waning now, lights of distant towns and cities visible, and just off the side he could make out a fighter jet escorting their helicopter.

"Hmm?" he offered, then, remembering himself, "My apologies, Your Majestic Highness. Ma'am."

He cleared his throat, offering a final glance to the outside before taking a sip of his provided water. He then focused on the Princess.

"Ma'am, I believe it's prudent we first focus on the reason this civil war started in the first place," the President offered. "True, we should and must pursue your methodology. As a Monarch yourself, I believe you are expertly positioned to help in such transitions. I believe the Monarchy of Gyzantia should be preserved, in fact, and that you could position your Kingdom as advisors of sorts to help them in their rebuilding and restructuring. Your suggestion directly attacks and pinpoints the concerns I have, which is properly representing the populace in place of direct rule of a single individual - regardless of benevolence. If we focus on providing this division between Monarchy and Government, by allowing the common people the right to voice their opinion through a representative Government that speaks for them to their Monarch, I think we start a major healing process and offer the people the future they need.

Your idea of separating the Monarchy from the Government is familiar to me. I believe the United Kingdom in Britain has such a system. By permitting the Monarch, for example to approve the democratically elected Prime Minister - whom shall lead and represent the government - the Monarch retains key powers but also gives much of those powers away as an act of faith and trust their their decision for Prime Minister and their decision for government will properly represent them. Giving the people a voice also offers the Monarchy a way, if I may be so bold to state, to avoid direct confrontation and blame for poor decisions. It gives the people the right to express those grievances and elect representatives who will dictate policy that represents the people.

So yes, I think your idea is fantastic and I am entirely behind it. This is exactly the reason I wanted you here, Ma'am. You have an expertise that needs to be utilized, and quickly. The faster we end this civil war the faster we can rebuild this society and leave."

"That is not what I meant, really," said Princess-Regent Alavaine. "The King must not be a mere symbol. Bear in mind, please: the Technate has not surrendered. It has offered peace terms. This should, in my opinion, be taken into consideration. So I would like for King Issaa to be like the chief executive who carries out policy. But I can see that the Republicans and Socialists want to have a voice in government policy, so I think that they should have a national legislature that modifies laws and deals with taxation and that sort of thing.

"An elected prime minister? That might be possible. Perhaps there could be a balance of high ranking officials who are appointed and who are elected. The prime minister being the principal advisor and having particular responsibilities. But I see that person working with the King, much as my chancellor does with me."

[Gyzantia]

After some direct phone calls between King Issia IV and Jack Paddlis, it was decided to make a ceasefire on the entire frontline between the Technate and Socialists. With this, a deal was made by the two, allowing the Technate to buy food from the Socialists during the ceasefire. Prisoner exchanges are being planned, with 200 socialists exchanged for 50 Technate troops.

Over in Dessin, the meeting place for the treaty was being set up at a fast pace, as they were expecting an audience from numerous nations, with some superpowers. They wanted a good impression to the foreigners.

Port Nithu fell into silence. The sound of gunfire, artillery, and screams have all but disappeared. The ceasefire was honored by the Technate troops as well. Soldiers in the sewers were immediately contacted through shouting (because echo) to inform them of the ceasefire, and halting of the plan to ambush the Janpians and their allies in Port Nithu.


The ray of hope is starting to shine on Gyzantia once more.

After tons of fighting and realizing that there was nothing waiting for them if they die in the caves. The commanding officer of the Avis Island forces makes a public radio message, urging all of the Technate's forces to surrender to the Colstrean and allied forces. Immediately, all troops raised their hands, only hoping to be treated according to the rules of war.

The plane carrying Simon Herzland has landed on the city of Dessin, where the peace deals are to be done. He was greeted with protests on the street, with some signs saying: "TO THE PERSON WHO BOMBED MY HOME: GO BACK TO WHERE YOU CAME FROM!". He had to accept seeing this signs, after all, it was his and the General Staff's fault to authorize artillery attacks into Dessin, and now he is there to make peace deals with them. It was truly embarrassing for him.

Hours later, he will meet with Peter Hess, with a heavy atmosphere containing the room that even the cameramen felt it. They managed to talk stuff in a formal tone and decided to call it a day after 30 minutes of talking to each other. Herzland arrives at a hotel, where he will stay for a few days before the peace deal will be conducted in the Hatrus Castle, right on the outskirts of the city.

Avis Island
Technate of Gyzantia
Colstrean Republic

---

After the fighting had moved inland, Major Sutherland had decided to make landfall on Avis Island to oversee the final stages of the battle. Gyzantian Forces had more or less crumbled under the combined forces of Countesia, Gonswanza and Colstrea and had retreated to a system of caves in the center of the island. Hours after doing so, victory was declared when the Gyzantian leader of the forces on Avis island eventually surrendered in a radio transmission for all to hear.

Undoubtedly, this would come as a major blow to the Gyzantian mainland as they had now lost a major forward position in which to harass Colstrea, and likely a severe hit to the nations morale, if it had any left.

Walking up the beach, he met one of his captains who had been leading the Countesian command post just off the beach, where the advance inland had been coordinating from. He saw several men stationed on a satellite printout of the island with numerous coloured pins, blue for Countesia, green for Gonswanza and orange for Colstrea. The map more or less confirmed what he knew. Utterly surrounded in a cave system that they could not escape from, they had taken the smart option and surrendered before they could be flushed out. He looked to his left and further down the and beach to see that several groups of unarmed Technate soldiers had already handed themselves over to the Countesians for prisoner processing, where they would be loaded onto landing craft to be taken to whatever Colstrea had in the way of detention centers.

"Captain, I see we've already started to take prisoners." He said as he browsed over the map.

"Yes sir, some stragglers at first" replied the captain "but then larger groups began surrendering to us personally. As for their leader, I haven't had any confirmation from either Colstrea or Gonswanza as to whether or not he's in their custody. Its possible he's waiting for the peace talks to be finalised."

"Yes, the peace talks. I'll be needed there, no doubt." Sutherland said "I want the airfield up and running again as soon as possible. Talk to the Colstreans about making that happen sooner rather than later, if the peace talks don't go well, they'll need it."

"Yes sir, i'll get someone on that." The captain said as he made eye contact with the underling he would delegate the job too.

"Good, good. You handle that, i'm going to make contact with the Colstrean leadership." He said as he turned to walk away. He removed the radio from its sling and adjusted it for the frequency the allies were operating on.

"This is Major Sutherland to Colstrean HQ, what is your position, over." he said into the radio, awaiting a response. He was hoping that together with the Colstrean leadership they could get an audience with the commander of the Avis Island.

The Colstrean Commander in charge of the Colstrean Landing Force immediately gives orders to communicate with a response to the Countesians.

"This is the Colstrean Landing Forces on Avis Island, we have custody of the Technate's commander, over."

[Civia Welephilostopia]

The Colstreans had won! It was over, the Colstreans would be surely on their way to independance and the Supreme Commander was overjoyed at that fact, the CWVD would stay however all other military support would be withdrawn.

The Supreme Commander was now faced with the most difficult task of negotiating a peacedeal, he would go to Dressin and would sit on the table and he would hope with his allies they would all push for Colstrea independance from the mainland with the full territories being restored. (Avis Island and maybe something else probs not)

The CWVD would hold a comemoration on Avis Island at the beach where they landed, it was a good fact the war was drawing to an end, the men who lost their lives ought to have been remembered.

[Anagonia]

October 11th, 106 AUR
Lexington One - Presidential CH-53E Super Stallion
In flight over Gyzantia; Heading towards Dessin

"That is not what I meant, really," said Princess-Regent Alavaine. "The King must not be a mere symbol. Bear in mind, please: the Technate has not surrendered. It has offered peace terms. This should, in my opinion, be taken into consideration. So I would like for King Issaa to be like the chief executive who carries out policy. But I can see that the Republicans and Socialists want to have a voice in government policy, so I think that they should have a national legislature that modifies laws and deals with taxation and that sort of thing.

"An elected prime minister? That might be possible. Perhaps there could be a balance of high ranking officials who are appointed and who are elected. The prime minister being the principal advisor and having particular responsibilities. But I see that person working with the King, much as my chancellor does with me."

"My apologies then, Ma'am," the President offered in way of his misunderstanding. "I believe we're along the same page of understanding, however, so you still have my support. As I stated previously, you would be the expert on providing better stability for Gyzantia as it transitions from this horrible war. Let's just say that, so long we go along the route you have suggested and implied - and if I may be so bold as to request you impose the idea of an elected Prime Minister - then you have Anagonia's full support."

There was time for a reply from the Princess-Regent before the Presidential CH-53E began to bank gently and maneuver. Hotel accommodations had already been arranged for the President and his staff, no doubt the Princess and her staff had already arranged the same. Another thirty minutes would pass before the Super Stallion began the process to land. A helipad nearest the best services in Dessin was chosen where the CH-53E would land. Once it did, the side door would open and following the security staff of both parties moving out first, the President and the Princess would be allowed to exit together. President Canisilus was polite as he allowed Princess-Regent Alavaine to move first, extending his hand to offer as assistance once again as any gentleman should in the presence of royalty.

"I think this is where we part ways for now, Ma'am," the President said, a genuine tinge of sadness to his voice. "It has been both a pleasure and honor to serve you today. I look forward to meeting you once the formalities of the peace talks begin."

[Anagonia]

"The corps' flyboys."
15nmi north of APS Kyiv-II
"Press" Flight (1-1/1-2)
Mi-24M

The two-ship flight of Mi-24s flew gracefully across the sea, armed with an four ATGMs, two rocket pods, and a fully loaded flexible 12.7mm autocannon.
They were in the middle of their perimeter patrol when the ever-loving voice of the Kyiv-II's CIC appeared over the pilots' comms.
"Press flight, command. Re-route for VIP protection at bearing 260 reference point, 70 miles. Move and cooperate with Angonian forces in escort, how copy?"

Unlike some, the pilots of the Hinds are quite excited at the prospect of getting some trigger time. At lightly armed pirates, no less. An understandable feeling, considering that all of the flight crew of the Kyiv-ii have done so far is transporting marines and supplies to and fro from the ship.

And so, they reply enthusiastically.

"Command, press flight. Affirmative, turning bearing 260 from reference point, 70 miles."

"Copy."

And so, the flight of the hinds turn aggressively to the northeast, flying at just about 900 feet above the water.
It was finally time for the pilots of the marine corps to get some.

October 12th, 106 AUR
1748 Hours Anagonian Standard Time
F-35C Lightning II Charlie Charlie Papa
Lieutenant Master James Portland - Conducting Escort Duties

"Mother Hen to Charlie Charlie Papa, how copy?"

"This is Charlie Charlie Papa, Flight of Three, good copy Mother Hen," Lt. Master Portland responded to the AWACs operator. He groaned to himself, having set his aircraft to cruise briefly for a fifteen minute nap. Usually in flights with long patrols, it was standard for one or two pilots to keep watch while one or two napped briefly. The courtesy of the nap would rotate until all of the airmen were rested enough to remain awake. The Confederate Air Force was brutal in its assignments on the tolerances and limits of the body, so it made sense its airmen and personnel had to adapt.

"Mother Hen to Little Chicks of Three, be expecting a flight of Antarcticanian Mi-24's to form up for the escort. Marajarbian transport is already airborne out of Kurthia, heading north by northeast towards Dessin. Transport is a Marajarbian C-130 with appropriate markings and IFF. I'm sending the transponder recognition to your systems now. Confirm?"

James wanted to scratch his head. Why was someone sending outdated Mi-24's to escort a flight of fighter aircraft? He recalled the C-130 was quite slow in comparison so it was possible. Just another oddity in the assignments he was given, he supposed. He grunted and prepared his reply.

"Charlie Charlie Papa, Flight of Three copies all. Where are we meeting these Mi-24's at?"

"They should be forming on your six now, Flight of Three," confirmed the AWACs.

James had to move his head around the canopy to get a visual and, just to the rear he could make out some helicopters acting to form up. He gave the hand signal to his wingmen to slow down as appropriate. The flight of three F-35C's lowered in altitude slightly as the formed up and with the Antarcticanian Mi-24's.

"Copy Mother Hen, we've rendezvoused with the Mi-24's. Should be joining up with that C-130 in 30. Charlie Charlie Papa, out."

"Mother Hen, Overwatch, confirmed and out little chicks of three. I'll be watching you."

I bet you will, thought James in disgruntlement He switched frequencies to an open one.

"Antarcticanian Mi-24's, this is the flight of three Anagonian Navy F-35C's. I am Charlie Charlie Papa, Squad Lead. Pleasure to have you. We'll be forming up with the C-130 transporting the Marajarbian delegation shortly. Should be in visual range by now."

And indeed it was. All it would take was for the escorts to form up to the rear of the Hercules. They were approaching fast.

[Southeast Marajarbia]

With help from the Anagonians, Mike Davis and his security personnel would make it to the city in Acur. Renting two big transportation vehicles, the security personnel and Ambassador Davis would start their journey to Dessin.

Seeing the destruction, it was clear that Marajarbia would have quite a lot of work to do all over the region, and might need to call on one of its allies to make a special and separate deal to help rebuild the region. Of course, Andreusville had already received reports about the intervention of the particular nation in question, known as Sombreland, and even attempted to negotiate with them prior to the withdrawal of SACHI from GUAS. It was unknown if there was to be a representative from Sombreland in the talks, but if there were, then negotiating a reconstruction effort with them would be quite easy to accomplish.

[Countesia]

Dessin
Republic of Colstrea

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After giving his final orders to the Countesian forces which would remain on Avis Island until peace talks could be finalised, Major Sutherland departed from Avis Island straight to Dessin on a short voyage to the capital. He would get there several hours later where he would be met by some of his staff who came with a fresh change of clothes. For such an event he had decided to wear is Full Service Dress as to fit in with the suits and ties that would be present. He had been entrusted by the Countesian Federal parliament to come to the talks with one, utterly non-negotiate demand, and that was the full independence of Colstrea. Any less would have meant his forces had fought and died on Avis Island for nothing.

He had also been made aware of the Marajarbians presence at the talks, which had the potential to unfold into a very uneasy situation on the account of the Marajarbians belief that the assassination of their diplomat in Aursi was orchestrated by the Countesian government, and to be on full alert in the event of any retaliatory actions against him or his men. He had also been instructed to make sure that the Marajarbians attempt of monopolising reconstruction efforts would be limited to Gyzantia only, to keep Colstrea firmly under the influence of the KTO.

after an even shorter trip to the conference, the rental car that carried him and his entourage of five senior staff pulled up outside. He saw straight off the bat that security was tight, as was to be expected at a meeting between such unfriendly powers. After showing his credentials to the guard that came to meet him, they made their way up the concrete steps and into the building where another guard checked their credentials once more before patting them down for any explosives or firearms. Once inside they found where the representatives were meeting.

Resting after long days of scouting for Marajarbian ships and looting towns 15 Tegushi gang members take a photo kneeling down alongside the hacked android that helped them gain the upper hand through their whole campaign. The Tegushi gang was thriving and making money off their journey to Gyzantia and hoped they could keep this up. From the looks of it nothing but promising news awaited the gang as powerful Niranian war horses had been successfully transported to Gyzantia with riders potent enough to increase their odds of victory on land. Honestly the Tegushi gang had grown freighting at this point as even though they had less funding or skill than the Niranian government they were still able to fight in long term conflicts against nations.

Gyzantian Territorial Waters

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Their mysterious benefactor stayed true to their word. After several days another black container fell from the skies close to where the boats of Tegushi Gang had been moored. Inside was a further payment of twenty gold ingots, a larger payment than before.

The instructions where even briefer than before.

"Continue as you are."

[Janpia]

JRS Dabun Javosch

Captain Savansky silently waited in his room onboard JRS Dabun Javosch, wearing his captain's uniform and gloves, while his hat lying by the table in front of him. Indeed he was returned unharmed and discreet from the Anagonians after an agreement, though in his thoughts, the battle between guilt and pride continues. His consciousness is embattled by his decision to shoot the Marajarbians. Was it done under orders? Was it legal? Was it morally correct? these voices spring loudly into his soul, with the silent room being filled by the voice of his head. With the current breeze at Janpian politics, he is in a precarious situation, noting the recent challenges imposed against the People's Marshal. The room itself is rather simple, with a grey pillow seat, a table, and a television. Gas and pipelines cover the walls of the room, all lighted up by a small circular window leading outside. The room feels like a prison. But just then, an ensign enters stood in a disciplined manner, and spoke up.

Ensign:"Second Class Grand Admiral Astrakava of the 3rd Sichanashi Fleet entering! Inspec-TION"

The ensign stood straight, with his chest to the front and on alert.

"At ease sailor"

The voice spoke out from the hallway, to which, the ensign responded and walks away from the room. Savansky simply looks up and watches as the 2nd Class Grand Admiral Astrakava enters with a slight smile and hints of distaste.

Grand Admiral CII Astrakava:"Captain Savansky isn't? Skipper of JRS Agwan River?"

Captain Savansky remained silent as the Grand Admiral sits down on a pillow. The Admiral then lays his distinct admiral's hat on the same table where Savansky's hat lies.

Grand Admiral CII Astrakava:"You're really unlucky, aren't you? You were commanded and ordered by an incompetent commodore who puts the humanitarian law under a grey view."

Savansky breaks his silence and gave a sigh. Contemplating for a bit, he gave a short answer

Captain Savansky:"I just did so under the naval directive. It was done under the Revolutionary conduct"

Grand Admiral CII Astrakava:"Ah yes you did. But by international law and disciplinary conduct, you did not. You did not ask them for their ship's name. Nor their organization"

Captain Savansky:"It is not within my reach to let them know the protocols. They persisted, they receive what they got."

The Admiral's face then went from a slight smile to a grin. He gave a small maniacal laugh and replied

Grand Admiral CII Astrakava:"Indeed your action is direct. You disregarded international conduct for the Revolution's interests! The feeling of being the harbinger of death just feels... ecstatic is it not?"

The Captain gave a small genuine laugh. "Indeed," he said with a chuckle. Feeling relaxed, the Captain then went on, disregarding the earlier guilt that he carries

Captain Savansky:"It was bloody cute as the shells made contact with ship's bridge! The explosion made, causing a number of people jumping over like mice is just, BEAUTIFUL! It was fun thinking that the guy at the end of the speaker when we first encounter them is screaming from the attacks! everything was PERFECT! I will keep my action like a badge of honor!"

The Admiral's eyes went dim. What he thought as a guy who changed from his ways still remained the same, despite the non-direct threats of being demoted, dishonored, or killed.

Grand Admiral CII Astrakava:"....As a badge of honor you say?"

The Admiral then pulls out Savansky's SP-7 pistol, which the Captain recalls leaving at his ship's Political Commissar. The Admiral then pulls the magazine out, checks it, and loads it back. Savansky's laughs and the smile turned into a face of concern trying to hide his horror. His hands fall back as he watches the Admiral inspect his pistol. But nevertheless, he still kept his cool and maintained himself in order

Grand Admiral CII Astrakava:"At the moment, Fort Kalinka is filled with controversies and one of them is your action against the humanitarians. You are giving the People's Marshal, the one elected by the will of the people, a very precarious situation"

The Admiral then lays the pistol on to the table and pushes it toward the Captain.

Captain Savansky:"J-JURIC has told me that they will forget my actions and I will hide from the public's eyes. As they stated, the Ministry of International Communications and the party have secretly agreed with the Anagonians to hand me unharmed!"

Grand Admiral CII Astrakava:"True. But the People's Marshal herself disliked your actions. Though, not just her alone. A LOT of higher-ups in the Party disliked it. The political breeze at Fort Kalinka swooped not in your favor this time. You may have come here unpunished from the Anagonias, but you must take a settle, one way or another"

The Admiral then adjusted his gloves and looks at the pistol he just slid over to the captain

Grand Admiral CII Astrakava:"You said that you would keep the event like a badge of honor right? Stay by your words and I will leave you into this decision"

The Admiral then stands up and leaves the Captain alone with the pistol. His words can still be faintly heard as the captain heads off

Grand Admiral CII Astrakava:"Get me a chopper to Acur. Mark the helicopter IFF as a diplomatic one, and tell the Anagonians of our presence"

"Sir yes sir!

The Captain grabs the pistol and closely inspects it. He pulls out the mag, only to see that there is only one bullet loaded into it. At this point, Savansky knew what the Admiral means by "decision". He knew that as soon as he stepped at Janpia, he would be killed by JURIC, stripping his personal honor of not being killed by anyone else.

As the Admiral steps out towards the decks, he walkeds towards the MH-2N helicopter then... BANG. Sailors rushed inside the tower where the shot came from, only to find Captain Savansky lying dead, with an open-chambered pistol lying on his hands. As the Admiral and his aide boards the helicopter, he only gave a slight feeling of peace and whispered to himself

"You only have yourself to resent"

And with that, the Janpian delegation under the Admiral heads off to the Acur for the talks. Flying off away from JRS Dabun Javosch. In English, Dabun Javosch literally means the Land of the Dead Emperors. A fitting death place for the Captain.

[Triad Territories]

"Sir, Gyzantian Civil War, have you heard of it?"
"No I have not. Should I have? I've not even fucking heard of Gyzant or whatever the country fighting itself is."
"To be honest sir, no - not until now. But now you'll be wanting to find out everything - if you want to make a quick buck that is."
"Now you're speaking my language..."

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"Thank you all for joining me here." Capo Bianchii would open, spreading a map onto the table. "Word has just fallen into my lap of a lucrative business opportunity..."
"More lucrative than the 'Exotic Chimp Society' ball? I am still having to buy rabies shots for my soldiers after that kerfuffle." Miss Lyshenka would counter. "If this isn't the fastest cash in the biggest bag we've seen this year, I am going to geld you."
"Indeed, many of your business opportunities have fallen rather flat lately." The Yakuza man nodded. "I concur with our Russian compatriot, this better be something good."
The Italian would cough, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Well, it's a civil war, and we've got a side needing guns. Lots of them, to arm a militia, and they need them desperately. We've still got that warehouse of old equipment that's just rusting, not worth shit against what we'd be fighting - but them? This Technate is the official government of the area, currently supported by the royals. They're out of bullets and they're starving, and we can remedy both of those for the right price, and a few favours down the line..."

"What's the catch, Enzo?"

"There is none. We send the shit we have in storage over, we make a killing - literally."

"Fine, I'll call my men to ready a shipment. If this goes south, I'm selling you to Interpol on the spot..."

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The Technate would recieve a buzz on their radio at the largest airstrip under their control.

"Tower, this is Mohawk-7, do you copy, over?"
"We copy."
"Shipment for you, courtesy of the Council of Three from the Free Cities of Hong Kong, Macau, Shenzen, and Guangdong. 1000 Rifles, 500 handguns, 700 grenades, 2 armoured cars, and enough Military Rations to feed an army. Your army. No need to pay now, they understand your situation - all of this is yours, on the condition that when this war is over, they can count on your help with some of their issues. Sound fair?"

October 12th, 106 AUR
1809 Hours Anagonian Standard Time
F/A-18C Hornet Foxtrot Zulu Zulu; Flight of Three
On Patrol west of the Technate Airfield; Engaging Unresponsive Aircraft

Once the unidentified aicraft finished its conversation with the tower, the three F/A-18C Hornet's engaged. It was a quick affair. All three fired their air-to-air missile compliments at the unidentified aircraft, then engaged what was left over with the appropriate measures. There was a no-fly zone in order, strictly enforced. It had been stated, warned, and stated again. There would be no second chances. Whoever this party was that had joined in the fun clearly had not read up on recent events nor even cared to contribute in any reasonable fashion. They hadn't even had the courtesy to contact the Confederate forces for permission to enter. If they had just lied about being humanitarian...

Six AIM-9 Sidewinder Missiles were launched in quick secession from each Hornet, then the Hornets veered off course to get distance between them and the unidentified aircraft, prepared to launch additional missiles should the first not succeed.

A burst of flares immediately jettisoned out of the back, followed by a thick cloud of chaff and smoke. They had been prepared for this - the crew of Mohawk-7 were experienced smugglers, and had had to dodge their fair share of missiles in their time, especially during the early years of the Territories. The Chinese Government had a price on their heads, but nobody ever claimed it - although many had tried.

"Get those goddamn planes on the radio!" The pilot would scream, banking sharply to avoid the shrapnel. "We're flying neutral flags, even if this is a damned no fly zone those bastards should still be respecting neutrality - this weapons hot no radio in shit is going to spiral all of this out of con-"

"CAPTAIN, WE'VE GOT THEM ON THE LINE" The Radioman would scream from his position behind the pilot's chair.

"Mohawk-7 Actual to Unidentified Hornets, this is Mohawk-7 Actual. We are an unarmed non-military aircraft from a neutral trade state - if we have coopted your airspace by mistake, apologies... WE DIDN'T GET A GODDAMN RADIO BUZZ FROM YOU ASSHOLES!" He growled into the microphone, already continuing evasive maouevers to land on the airstrip. "For the love of God and the power of the Almighty, let us touch down and we can talk on the ground - we surrender or whatever, just stop shooting. There are unarmed civilians on-board here, with families and lives. At least let us get a word out!"

They were flying a genuinely unarmed (beyond the countermeasures they'd had installed specifically with this fear in mind) Airbus Beluga (coopted as part of the Triad Air intiative), and were all genuinely terrified. The pilots of the intercepting aircraft would be able to hear it plain as day.

"Please, we didn't know the situation, don't kill us... PLEASE."

[Civia Welephilostopia]

With the ceremony finished on Avis Island and peace looking near the Supreme Commander at the conference would ask something of Prime Minister Hess. The thing he would aks is if the members of the CWVD had had good enough service to be awarded a medal of Colstrea origins and if so for a ceremony to be organised for them.

OOC: just give them a medal with a name so I can add that to my rp later thanks