Harrisopia-Traldonia Conflict

[Riomler]

"Emperer ,we have discovered a conflict between a allied force vs a nation claiming it owns the feilds they were having a duspute for." provides the genaral of east rovaria city,"oil i heard?,then we shall... lend a hand to to this nation called...traldonia?,in exchange for them to give us 25 percent of the profits of course.","yes sir"says the general ,the genral then addresses the Army of riomler"our emporor has decided to help the nation known as traldonis,we shall land at ***** in **** hours,let push back the enemy!For riomler!! ,there wasnt a single soul asleep at night after that

[Alexiandra]

Official Communiqué

To: All nations
From: The Armed Republic of Alexiandra

It has come to our attention that Riomler - by all accounts an insignificant nation of ill-repute on the global stage - has taken an irresponsible and utterly foolish position with regards to the ongoing war between Harrisopia and Traldonia. Indeed, satellite intelligence indicates that this 'Empire' may be preparing a military contribution to the Traldonian cause.

Allow us to state this unequivocally, to preclude misunderstanding: Riomler is making a grave mistake. Any military action undertaken in support of Traldonia will be considered an act of war against the Armed Republic of Alexiandra, and dealt with accordingly. In the absence of a clear statement of intent from Riomler's authorities, we may be forced to launch pre-emptive military operations.

Signed,

Harper Montferrat,
President of the Armed Republic of Alexiandra

[Upper Magica]

HIMS Furia, Inner Maritime Border, Magican Fjord
December 2nd, 2022

The Admiral sat lazily at his bridge, observing the maneuvers of the fleet in real-time on his tablet.

His aide briskly approached. "Admiral, you have a call. It's urgent." He looked up and nodded, taking the phone off the hook.

"This is Admiral Condarini."

"Admiral Condarini. This is Central. Stand by for receipt of code."

Oh, hell. He hated it when they pulled that. It'd been a time of peace since the 50's; there was no need for these anachronisms. Regardless, orders were orders, and he dutifully pulled out his code book.

"Ready. You're good to go with that code, Central."

The Admiral transcribed the code as he was told it.

"Message received. Good day." He hung the phone up, beginning to translate the code with his trusty paper pad and pen. His pulse quickened past the first few portions of the letter; was this really happening? At once, the Admiral stood up from his seat, shouting orders to his bridge crew.

The day had proved to be a terrible one already. He hadn't even had his morning espresso yet.

Imperial Joint Base - San Marco Island, Empire of Upper Magica
90th Bomb Wing
December 2nd, 2022

Shit. Shit. Shit. The Airman ran with her crew towards their awaiting aircraft. They were going to get briefed on their mission in-the-air, something only really done in case of a surprise attack...or the nukes were flying right now. One by one, they all clambered into the venerable B-1 bomber as the technicians were topping off the fuel-tank and securing the payload.

She took the controls along with the ticker already printed from the onboard telex. It read:

Code: Select all

90TH BOMB WING IS HEREBY ORDERED TO PROCEED UNDERWAY TO TRALDONIA AIRSPACE. REFUEL WILL TAKE PLACE ABOVE INT'L WATERS - PRIMARY TARGET IS AS FOLLOWS FOR THIS CRAFT: Central Railyards, Onasa, Traldonia. RETURN INSTRUCTION AND IFF CODES FOR NON-HOSTILE ASSETS IN AO TO FOLLOW MESSAGE. GOOD LUCK

She looked up at her navigator from the ticker message: "What's the payload looking like back there?"

"Full complement of 500lb bombs, Ma'am. Looks like we're not running a 'hot load', thank God." He said, referring to the arsenal of weapons the Empire held which must never be used.

"Well, we're going to ruin someone's day, at any rate." She pulled up her flight helmet's microphone. "Comm check. Everything working right?" The crew of the bomber piped up in agreement, and she guided the aircraft to its position on the runway, taxiing out of the hangar. "Alright, folks, this is your Captain speaking. As you all know, shit's hit the fan overseas, and the delightful people of Traldonia have decided to send our country a collective fuck-you. Well, now the military's involved, and Command wants us to send a fuck-you back - a big one. So, buckle up. It's gonna be a long ride. If you need refreshments on the way, just ask the waitress." The aircraft lurched as it picked up speed and began to lift off the ground, flying towards its destination.

Upper Magican Embassy, Onasa, Empire of Traldonia

The Ambassador rubbed the sleep out of his sunken eyes, staring back at the phone - something to focus on in this moment. He couldn't afford any slips of the tongue in this conversation.

"For the last time - our mission is a diplomatic mission. We deny, in no uncertain terms, these charges of espionage you've accused us of." His head throbbed with every word.

The faceless voice on the other end of the line spoke up, intensifying the Ambassador's headache further.

"We already have confessions from some of your staff. If you and your staff give yourselves up now, the courts might go easy on you. You could spend the war in a internment camp, Ambassador. We have no quarrel with your government."

"As your so-called 'courts' went easy on that ambassador you and your barbarous country shot? As for these confessions, I have no doubt those were extracted under duress, and the international community at large will likely think the same as I on the matter." He sighed audibly. "If there is any chance at peace between our two nations, at this point, you should give us safe conduct out of this damned place."

His counterpart replied; "We have already received a declaration of war from your government. At this point - you and your staff are hostile aliens, Ambassador, and we can do anything we want. Consider our generous terms. You have a day to decide."

The Ambassador swiped left with his finger on the phone, ending the call. Son of a bitch. The decision ahead was hard - it was either hold out and lose everything and everyone, or surrender, become a propaganda toy for Traldonian cameras, and MAYBE end up in a ditch. He pondered, drifting off to sleep once again.

Communique from His Imperial Majesty to the Government of the Empire of Traldonia

We look upon recent events involving our inviolate Embassy to Traldonia with scorn. Allegations by your Government, recently put forth, of espionage, are wholly unjustified, not to mention these accusations and 'evidence' were conveniently put forth after the fact of your illegal hold-up and detainment of Our embassy staff.

Consequently, recognizing the Traldonian government has initiated acts hostile to the Empire of Upper Magica and its citizens, refused to engage in good-faith negotiation for the release of those unlawfully detained,

We recognize that a state of war exists between our two countries, and our Government and Armed Forces, in concert with those already engaged in struggle with your warmongering government, shall undertake with every means at its disposal, at land, air, and sea, to prosecute this conflict to its victorious finish.

Communique from His Imperial Majesty to the Governments of Alexiandra and Harrisopia

We apologize for Our previous remarks. The point was never to legitimize any sort of land claim to Harrisopian lands - rather to illustrate that these sort of territorial disputes can and should always be resolved by legal, non-violent means.

The recent aggressive action by Traldonia towards Our country has forced us to undertake a war we do not want, but will fight to the finish alongside your allied governments, if you will have our assistance. We cannot offer much in the way of ground forces, as, judging from the progress of your militaries' recent advancements into Traldonian territory, by the time our expeditionary forces and requisite logistics are in place, the ongoing war may very well be won. We can offer, in a prompt manner, humanitarian aid supplies and the assistance of our Air Force and Fleet in support of your ground maneuvers.

Even if outright alliance against our collective enemy is 'off the table', We would request basing rights for our military aircraft, and Our general staff has submitted to your military commands our IFF codes and designations to avoid unfortunate incidents as Our armed forces enter the conflict.

[Alexiandra]

Official Communiqué

To: Upper Magica
From: The Armed Republic of Alexiandra
Top Secret

On behalf of both Allied nations, I would like to thank Upper Magica most warmly for its offer of military assistance against Traldonia. While the land war is proceeding smoothly, we anticipate strong enemy resistance as hostilities proceed into the country's mountainous interior. Based on current rates of progress, we estimate that Onasa will fall to Alexiandran and Harrisopian forces within two weeks. But this will by no means mark the end of the war. To the north, the enemy holds strong defensive positions in the Jupiter Mountains; these will take some time to dislodge, and a concerted air attack upon them will begin forthwith.

Alexiandran forward operating bases within Harrisopia are equipped to receive Upper Magican air units, and additional facilities - closer to the frontline - will become available as the Traldonian air defence network is neutralised. I have instructed the General Staff to provide Upper Magica with Alexiandran and Harrisopian IFF codes, and our air defence batteries have been told to expect friendly forces arriving from Upper Magica's direction.

Our primary targets for air strikes at this time are tactical, including airfields, weapons depots, defensive emplacements identified by satellite reconnaissance, etc. The Alexiandran Air Command will share intelligence on such targets with its counterpart in Upper Magica immediately. Some strategic raids have proven necessary, particularly against key bridges and other routes of egress being used by enemy forces, and we advise Upper Magican air forces to emulate this approach.


Signed,

Marcus Whitaker,
Chief of the General Staff of the Armed Republic of Alexiandra

[Riomler]

(Army head office)
Briefing



(We shall land in the mountains to reach traldonian forces,and reinfrce their position with howitzers and ahbrams,defend their main cities and hold at all cost)






CLASSIFIED TO OTHERS

[Upper Magica]

First United Bank of Traldonia, unknown branch, somewhere in Traldonia

Official Communique from The Emperor Rien II to the People(imperial.h0usehold@official.gov.tra)

Congratulation, you win the Imperial Jubilee giveaway for all citizens of great Traldonia. Click here to claim your new SUV.

The bank clerk scrolled through his emails. There was almost no legitimate mail in his inbox. The message he'd cared enough to open - and for giggles, clicked the link enclosed within - was, of course, bogus.

It was frustrating as much as it was humorous - frustrating in that replying to and reviewing official mail, 90% of his actual job, became 10 times harder on account of having to wade through the torrent of spam mail. And on the other hand, it was humorous because the first piece of mail he read had big cartoon titties bouncing out at him. Stuff like that didn't happen very often at work. Broke the monotony, at least.

Before his introspection on the matter could get any deeper, the phone rang, and he dutifilly picked up: "First United Bank, this is Richard speaking, how may I-"

"Hello. Our records indicate your vehicle's warranty is about to expire." He promptly hung up on the robotic voice. Across the country, many episodes like this repeated themselves, jamming up Traldonian communications networks and unfortunately, not all had the good sense to brush off the false prospects of free money or material gain..

In a basement far, far away, Upper Magica

The Basement-Dweller rubbed his hands with joy. The government'd been on his ass before this whole war thing broke out - he'd been facing serious prison time, hard time, no porn, no greasy fast food, having to watch one's back in the communal showers.. He shuddered thinking about it.

Now, he was getting paid, along with hundreds like him, to commit mass acts of chaos on the Traldonian Internet for fun and profit. More importantly, he avoided prison time and all-but-certain 'shower fun'.

Although stealing the credit cards and personal information of hapless and tech-illiterate Traldonians was fun, that wasn't the point of the operation; rather, it was hoped that at least one of the devices compromised in the operation would, at some point, open a backdoor into the Traldonian military's, or their government's intranet.

From the desk of the Imperial General Staff
To: Allied Forces Commands, Traldonian AO

We acknowledge receipt of your communique, and are currently drafting plans for the greater participation of Imperial forces in the current war.

At present, the only assets we have to bring to bear in the current conflict in the immediate future(the next 72 hours, to be specific) are the 3rd, 5th and 6th Fleets, all together consisting of 4 battleships, 2 aircraft carriers, 8 missile cruisers, 17 destroyers, 22 frigates and their support and supply ships, as well as some hastily organized marine forces no larger than a division(approximately 10-12,000 personnel). Over the next few days, 2 squadrons of attack aircraft and 3 squadrons of multirole fighter aircraft will be deployed to Harrisopian airfields to support Allied air and ground operations.

We are also currently in the midst of a cyber attack against the Traldonian electronic infrastructure aimed at crippling their communication abilities and digital capabilities in the short term, and ultimately with the long-term goal of securing access to Traldonian closed networks, chiefly those of the government and military.

We have committed the 90th Bomb Wing to a retaliatory air-strike against hostile assets, namely several government buildings and infrastructure, such as rails and freeways leading out of town. We expect moderate to severe losses in this attack, as their capital is surely well protected, but the destruction of critical infrastructure in their capital - now, not later, is key to our upcoming operation to rescue our trapped diplomats. As soon as all the details are figured out on that, we'll let you know.

The bulk majority of the Expeditionary Fleet will join anchor with Allied forces, while a smaller, lighter portion of it is to initiate a limited blockade of Traldonian waters well away from anti-ship missile batteries.

In the long term, over the next three weeks, we expect to field the 32nd and 10th Corps on the main battle line. They will be equipped as light infantry and air assault capable, as by then, all projections indicate the bulk of fighting will be done, by then, in mountainous, rugged terrain. Our forces will also ship in extra military police and gendarmes from the mainland, as we anticipate significant social unrest in occupied territories. In the short term, we can commit from our Army the 5th Armored Brigade and 120th and 10th Mechanized Brigades, though at least 4-5 days will be needed for their arrival.

Communique from the desk of the sub-Vice Minister of Foreign Affairs to Whom It May Concern in Riomler

Greetings! I was most distressed to hear of intelligence that your nation may or may not be thinking of taking sides in the unfortunate conflict with Traldonia. As sub-minister of Foreign Affairs, I am authorized to tender a generous package of military and civilian aid tailored to your country's needs, but such a thing would be impossible if our two countries were in armed conflict.

Please consider our words this day well. It would be a shame if your nation ended up on the wrong side of history.

[Riomler]

An advisor bows to the emporor and the emporor says"state your buisness" ,The advisor says"we have received word the alliance has support and they have asked us to not intervene,they seem like a great ally,how would you like to reply?,The emperer thinks for a moment and says"tell them if we have a meeting,we could negoiate with them."Yes emporor" says the adviser as he rushes to the embassy.

[Riomler]

lieutenet ajak robin

"we arrived on there shores at 16:00 ,we marched till arriving to the mountain peaks,we had received word that this was a contested area,and was soon proven with a small skirmish with hariisopia soldeirs,luckily ,noone was killed and the soldeirs were to be sent to the empire as official pow's,after this,we heard news that we were negoitiating,I hoped to see My family again."

[Harrisopia]

Official Communiqué
To: The Empire of Upper Magica

From: The Kingdom of Harrisopia

The Kingdom of Harrisopia would like to express sincere gratitude to the Empire of Upper Magica for the offer of military aid during our conflict with the monstrous barbarians known as the Empire of Traldonia.

Whilst our first meeting has come in grave circumstances, we hope cooperation during this war will lead to strong bonds and fruitful alliances between our nations in the future.

May these dark times end soon.

Signed,

King Theon Jadeous,
Ruling Monarch of the Kingdom of Harrisopia

[Harrisopia]

Traldonian Blockade
HNS Darius II
Grand Admiral Maxwell Fisher

Not much had happened since the the blockade had began. As expected with Traldonia's lack of efficiency in naval warfare.

The Command Fleet was the largest Grand Admiral Fisher had assembled during his time as head of the Harrisopian Navy with around 120 ships at his disposal.

The vast structure of the aircraft carrier Fisher was situated on gave a sense of command over the occupied waters as beneath probed numerous advanced submarines, acting as scouts for any oncoming attacks.

The Grand Admiral watched from the cockpit, as his crew bustled around him, ready to deal with anything that could come their way.

"Sir, we've received a report from down under. Apparently they detect possible enemy vessels coming this way." Announced Officer Hickson
Fisher looked out to the sea. Scanning for a few minutes his eyes soon found the potential threats coming east from the blockade.
"How many?"

"There's no confirmation sir but we would estimate around 30 ships. None show any evidence of Traldonian origin."

Fisher pondered for a few moments, not taking his eyes away from the incoming fleet.
Making up his mind he looked down to Hickson
"Intelligence believes Traldonia is receiving military support from another nation: Riomler
Similar to Traldonia they're senseless barbarians who are deluded enough to call themselves an Empire."
He reestablished his gaze on their new enemies, slugging forward along the unsteady waters.

"Scramble the jets." He ordered "I don't wanna break up our fleet. The blockade is the priority here. We'll hit them from the skies."

Within minutes a horde of fighters had risen from the flight deck.

The Grand Admiral kept his eyes forward as the sky shone from the explosive ferocity of Harrisopian jetfighters.
They dipped and rolled with a mechanical grace, pelting their stagnant targets below them with missiles.
The waters were quickly breached by wreckage and chaos as the enemy fleet was slowly decimated.

Some time later the swarm of fighters returned to the carrier, stable and successful.
"The threat has been neutralized sir." Declared Officer Hickson

Grand Admiral Fisher nodded in response.
"Back to work gentlemen."

[Riomler]

It is early in the morning when the emporor hears news that the naval fleet that was going to support contested waters were sunk and destroyed,Fortunately ,there were 8 survivors ,who have maneged to get to land,but they are behind enemy lines,"We shall send 35 men to sabotage intel from the enemy,and rescue the heroic soldeirs stuck behind enemy lines




Classified soldeir as of now,KIA
Diary



"We had thought the nation known as harrisopia would listen for our outreach for negoation,but we payed deeply for that as I scanned the tree line looking for enemies,we had intel that traldonia got pushed back so far ,we might have to retreat to the safety of the mountains,Anyways,I saw movement in the forest and blinked then looked again,then all hell broke loose,hundreds of enemy soldeirs rushed at us,out of only 45 men to guard the local town,15 were already killed by the first minute ,i grabbed the machine gun mounted onto the window and took out a fair few,but every time one died,there was another to fill itd place,and I eventoully received a bullet straight to the chest,i had guessed it hit my lungs considering i couldnt breath ,I had limped outside of the house i was defending and cursed at the enemy soldeirs,and pulled a pistol from my waist and shot one shot before being filled with bullets,as i closed my eyes,i saw those people transporting my body god knows where,but sleep came over me and i finally went to sleep.



3 hours later....


" What!all dead!?except one?but why would they keep one alive,as a hostage perhaps?"pondered the genaral in charge of this god-forsaken war as he looked out to the skies,"any day now....''

[Upper Magica]

Above the Onasa Metropolitan Region, Traldonia
90th Bomb Wing

The Airman shivered. Even with the B-1's onboard heating system, it was cold. They were 50,000 feet in the air, after all, in the dead of night.

But more importantly, the Airman was nervous. She looked outside; tracers and flak bursts were lighting up the sky from ground AA. Half of her chaff'd been expended on the last few klicks here. The radio-piece in her helmet crackled up.

"Alright, 90th," the flight leader of the lead aircraft shouted through his earpiece: "We're getting close to our customers. All aircraft inspect your packages for delivery."

Seven voices, over a few minutes, piped up: "Packages ready for delivery!" What was supposed to have been the eighth took a nasty SAM air-burst over some islands; it wasn't catastrophic, so they RTB'd early to an allied airfield. She'd known people on that flight.

She hoped her and her crew would be as lucky if it came to it.

...

Upper Magican Embassy, Onasa, Traldonia

The Ambassador, along with everyone else - save for the security troops exchanging the odd rifle bullet with the Traldonian police outside - was cowering in the centermost portion of the building. The air raid sirens were blaring across the city in the dead of the cold night; he could hear the loud rapid tapping of what he assumed was an anti-aircraft emplacement nearby.

He dared to take a look outside, despite the protests of a few of the staffers.

The night sky was filled with smoke and flashes - like a fireworks display. Suddenly, he heard a succession of rapid, loud, violent crashing noises from the other side of the room; he looked, and beyond the buildings across the street, at least a mile or two, billowing smoke and flames belched up into the air. He knew that area well - it was where the Traldonian Foreign Ministry was. And there was a damned good coffee shop across from it.

A series of violent explosions rocked from the direction of the central train station; followed by the largest explosion he'd ever heard, defying the imagination.

A moment later, glass from the windows showered him as the blast-wave shook the building.

...

BREAKING NEWS - UPPER MAGICA AIR RAID TARGETS TRALDONIAN GOV'T, ONASA MUNICIPAL INFRASTRUCTURE
Reported by the Federated Press

Following the escalation of recent diplomatic tensions into war between the Empire of Upper Magica and the Empire of Traldonia over the Traldonian government's refusal to allow the Upper Magican embassy to return home after that country's termination of diplomatic relations in regard to recent aggressive actions and atrocities committed by the Traldonian government, events took an extreme and unexpected turn tonight as the Upper Magican government claimed responsibility for a series of airstrikes earlier this morning that tore apart freeways, railways and Traldonian government buildings, including the country's Ministry of State Security, Foreign Ministry, Interior Ministry, and perhaps meant as a tit-for-tat reply in regards to the violation of diplomatic norms, the Imperial Palace of the monarchy of Traldonia. In the General Staff's press release, they promised 'more to come.'

The worst damage that our reporter on the ground in Onasa recorded was in the Railyard District, where an Upper Magican airstrike hit the railyards, which at the time contained some sort of volatile cargo; causing a secondary explosion that devastated the immediate area. The blast-wave from that explosion has reportedly shattered most of the windows in the downtown area, broken water and gas mains, and caused multiple fatalities and injuries.

The Traldonian government spokesperson we interviewed had this to say:

"The recent aggression of the Imperial government of Upper Magica knows no bounds - their espionage on behalf of ethno-nationalist powers that, even now, conspire to steal our rightful land and resources and kill our people, was a just cause to detain their so-called diplomatic staff. Rather than accept responsibility, the Empire and its Emperor chose the path of terrorism and genocide.

We will exact a heavy cost for the terrorist actions of the 'allies' and drive the invaders from our rightful lands - of this we can promise the world."

Damage and casualties resulting from the attack are uncertain, but early numbers we've gotten from Traldonian civil defense officials are 'hundreds dead, thousands more injured', while damage estimates are in the hundreds of millions of international dollars.

...

Comments:

Posted by LONG_LIVE_THE_EMPIRE69
Date: 12/4/2022

GOOD RIDDANCE. **** them kids, **** them Trallies, **** them hippies.

Posted by Who Was Delia Campbell?
Date: 12/4/2022

Didn't anyone get the memo? Only the Traldonians can indiscriminately attack civilians and commit war crimes. :eyeroll:

Posted by Ethel M.
Date: 12/4/2022

Dreadful. Prayers & Hope this nasty business ends soon

Posted by F0CK_THE_WAR
Date: 12/4/2022

Y'all Southerners are psychopaths. Must be nice making fun of dead people who don't have anything to do with what's going on over there from the comfort of your keyboards and phones. I dare all you war-loving d!ckheads to enlist in your Army and see what it's like to kill innocents. Love from your Lower Magican neighbors [/s]

[COMMENTS CLOSED]

...

Statement from the Emperor Morgan VIII on the Conduct of the War
For Immediate Release

We are pleased to announce that our Government will be participating in full alliance with the Armed Republic of Alexiandria and the Kingdom of Harrisopia with immediate effect. Alongside these two nations, which have been fighting hard for so long against such a threat to the world's peace, Our country will ultimately prevail against the dark tide of evil in our time that the Government of Traldonia personifies.

We are also pleased to announce the first of many counterstrikes against the Traldonian state; miraculously, the air force came out with only light losses in its recent operation to neutralize the Traldonian capital's capability to contribute to the wider war effort as Allied forces draw near. This suggests their arrogance is such they didn't expect our righteous retaliation in the black heart of their evil state, and I regret to say that we will not witness such hubris again.

I have spoken with all personnel involved and commended them personally over video-link; they will be awarded the Order of the Golden Fleece for their valorous and masterful operation. However, I must regret reporting the death of two of our finest airmen to you, my people. Our utmost thoughts and prayers lie with their families.

I must not lie; this war forced upon us will be hard. Everyone will know of at least one person who will sustain an injury in the course of this conflict, and some out of that number will know someone who paid the ultimate price for justice - for our country and for all that word represents in the world. We will endeavor to keep that number low, but the enemy facing us is crafty and ruthless. Their power, despite the best efforts of the Allies, is vast; and the worst of the fighting is yet to come.

Together, though, I have no doubt we will march forward to victory and a better world for all of us. May God bless us and our new allies.

[Riomler]

There was silence in rovaria city,capital of riomler as there was going to be a public broadcast and there was a rumour,there were POW's and as the emperer walked onto the stage,everyone bowed,showing their loyalty,"as you know we have gone into war with an alliance we call AMH aka"the harrisopia-alexandria-upper magica",however ,no magican soldeirs will be killed,Anyways,as you know this is broadcast worldwide,so i say this,If you do not agree to hold negoations here in rovaria,there will be no prisoners ,no surrender,and we have avoided using our air force for a war such as this,but if you do not heed our warnings,They will bomb military and civialian assets."and the emporor leaves with everyone cheering "For the empire!!!"

[Upper Magica]

Official Communication from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to the Riomlerian Charge d'Affaires

We agree to negotiations under the following conditions:

Upper Magica in no way admits a position of weakness in regard to the Riomlerian state.

The Ministry of Foreign Affairs cannot guarantee these negotiations will bear fruit with our Allies, the Armed Republic of Alexiandria and Kingdom of Harrisopia. In the case of their refusal to participate, the Empire of Upper Magica will similarly refuse negotiations. In the case of their termination of negotiations, so too shall our government. In short, we negotiate with our allies.


We also wish to inform the Riomlerian charge d'affaires that any attack upon the Magican Fjord hereon referred to as the 'homeland', and/or our military assets overseas will be looked upon as an act of war, and that we look with scorn upon any threat made against either, and the recent threats of your government towards our civilians will definitely impact your standing in these hypothetical negotiations.

...

FROM: Hercule Franzetti(hfranz@analytics.gov.uma)
TO: All Cabinet Members, CC: Allied Ambassadors
MEMO: Riomler?

Classified - Analytical Department of Foreign Policy and Military Strategy

The position of the Analytics Department on this potential aggressor state is simple: we pay them off. We believe this nation could be paid off with a pittance for their neutrality. They look like a banana republic.. or empire, or something. Anyways, if there's anything banana dictators love, it's shiny new toys. We could bribe their Emperor with, uh, a crate of mPhone 20Xs, a closet full of Wheezys, give all his generals personal gold-plated M-16s with diamond-laced 203s and a lifetime subscription to PornPass. Whatever we decide, it'd be cheaper than another participant in this war - on the wrong side. It'd embolden other shit-hole states to try and get their 'piece of the pie' if they feel like we're losing out, and in the worst case scenario - strikes on our homelands - public opinion and support for the war might tank, while isolationist sentiments might increase.

Best,

Dr. Hercule Franzetti, Head of Analytics, Imperial Security Bureau

[Riomler]

after hearing this,the emporor muses what to do and finally decides"We shall meet at *:** in rovaria,and to all people of magica ,We want to clarify our meaning on bombing,we only see harrisopia and alexandria as a enemy,therefore we will only attack their assets and seeing as you joined late,we only consider you victim of happenstance,No magican blood will be splewed by Riomliorn hands.

[Riomler]

"good look boys" says the squad leader as we were flying at 8,000 ft,remember,hit your targets" ,"yes sir!"said the flight squad,people had always wondered why riomler spent more on there air foce then their own ground troops,they now know why,"targets confirmed" said the A-5,then A-1 said"let it rip" as hundreds of bombs(not atomic)hit the frontlines making sure to hit importsnt supply lines,Mission done,buzzed the radio,lets get you back home,and they turned around and headed back to base ,it was a place easily defendable with the mountains because you couldnt launch an attack because it all ened in a hill where we could see everything,as they landed ,they watched the pumes of smoke coming from where they just bombed.

[Upper Magica]

Official Communication from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to the Riomlerian Charge d'Affaires

CC: Allied Ambassadors

We do not think an official delegation to your country is wise at this time taking into consideration your country's alignment with a hostile nation that has outright executed an ambassador of our ally and illegally detained part of our diplomatic staff stationed in that country, while holding the rest virtually under siege.

We would, however, be amenable to a teleconference including our allies at the date and time you suggest, or if a physical presence is required, we hold such a conference in international waters aboard the Jade Beetle, our country's finest and most luxurious casino-ship.

[Riomler]

We shall meet at this ship at whatever time you prefer,also,Regarding the"dangers"of sending a delagate,we may be at war,but Riomler is human,we have our sense of pride,please do remember that.

[Riomler]

Follewed by the talks,the emporor did not feel relaxed with the embarissing naval defeat so he ordered


6000 more men
200 more tanks
35 destroyers
25 cruisers
45 subs
and finally 200 raptors
250 B-2 bombers
3 air transports
To be delievered to the contested area

[Alexiandra]

Outskirts of Onasa, Traldonia
December 4th, 2022
11am

In the far distance stood the skyline of downtown Onasa, undulating like a mountain range. Smoke was rising from a dozen locations beyond the horizon, the result of fierce Allied air strikes, and the rumble of artillery and small-arms fire resounded across the cityscape. The tanks stood temporarily immobile, awaiting orders; behind them infantry crouched, checking their weapons and exchanging information in tense, hurried conversations. Presently an attack helicopter swept overhead, the cannon on its undercarriage barking at the buildings below, scattering glass and debris across the road that was to form the principal axis of attack. Then it peeled off back towards enemy lines, taking up a safer position from which it could be recalled if necessary.

At exactly 11am, the signal was given. The tanks started forward with an ominous growl, pressing up the road between the suburban structures the helicopter had just devastated. The infantry moved ahead of them, guarding their flanks, clearing each building in turn of enemy forces. Gunshots and shouts rang out from time to time, the tanks pausing to deliver salutary cannon blasts wherever resistance proved most fierce. The helicopter returned, strafing the buildings ahead with rocket fire; the Traldonians had already evacuated their civilians towards the city centre, leaving the suburbs a veritable warren for their troops.

Inch by inch, the Alexiandrans pressed forward, albeit not without casualties - in places the road was slick with blood, and more than once the infantry ground to a halt in the face of enemy sniper fire. This was how the Battle of Onasa would be fought: step by painful step.

Elsewhere, swifter and more decisive maneouvres were afoot.

Northern Traldonia
December 4, 2022
11:25am


High above the clouds, Alexiandran stealth bombers were undertaking their first attack upon the forces of Riomler. Ahead of them, jets dedicated to suppression of enemy air defences, armed with deadly anti-radiation missiles and electronic warfare suites, were rooting out any SAM installations that might interfere.

By launching such a brazen raid on the front lines, the bombers of this 'Empire' had revealed their position and axis of attack; radar had tracked them as they retreated, and comparisons with satellite reconnaissance images had indicated the position of their airfield. Now, as they returned to base to refuel, they were most vulnerable - grounded, they would surely have no defence against the storm that was coming.

The bombers were now within range. One by one, they began to let loose, and Hellion cruise missiles streaked from their underbellies. Some carried standard high-explosive warheads, designed to crater runways and obliterate command structures; others carried scatter-munitions, which - breaking apart upon approach - would punch holes through aircraft and personnel alike across a broad area. The missiles had a range of hundreds of kilometres, a low radar cross-section, and by flying low to the ground could evade most enemy countermeasures. Numbering forty in total, they would obliterate the airfield and its occupants if even a few of them struck home. The bombers, having released their deadly cargo, turned towards home and the safety of the Allied air defence screen.

Official Communiqué

To: All nations
From: The Armed Republic of Alexiandra

It is with significant regret that I must announce the categorical refusal of Alexiandra to negotiate with Riomler so long as Riomler's forces continue to undertake attacks against Allied forces in and around Traldonia. Earlier today, Riomler's bombers killed a number of Alexiandran personnel and damaged several military facilities in a cowardly sneak attack that will not go unpunished. With one hand the Emperor flirts with peace - with the other, he sucker-punches the defenders of freedom.

Even now, a vast array of Alexiandran countermeasures are being prepared which will, I am told, see the complete destruction of Riomler's fighting forces. This tiny nation, however proud and maniacal it may be, cannot hope to hold out against the might of Alexiandra, Harrisopia and Upper Magica. Should the Emperor agree to stand his forces down, we will most certainly enter into negotiations - but I cannot, in good conscience, countenance such a step while my countrymen are subjected to mortal danger at Riomler's hands.

We issue a final ultimatum to Riomler: stand down now, or face the full force of the Armed Republic and its allies. A different road, a peaceful road, is possible. The path you are currently on leads only to defeat and destruction.


Signed,

Harper Montferrat,
President of the Armed Republic of Alexiandra

[Alexiandra]

Follewed by the talks,the emporor did not feel relaxed with the embarissing naval defeat so he ordered


6000 more men
200 more tanks
35 destroyers
25 cruisers
45 subs
and finally 200 raptors
250 B-2 bombers
3 air transports
To be delievered to the contested area

OOC: Bear in mind that you will have to find a way to get these forces into Traldonia, which is currently subject to blockade by Alexiandran and Harrisopian naval forces.

[Riomler]

That bombing strike was not and couldnt even be considered a sneak attack with battle happening on the ground,that is simply the air supporting the ground foces.









(also the base was top secret ,plus it was surrounded by mountains

[Alexiandra]

That bombing strike was not and couldnt even be considered a sneak attack with battle happening on the ground,that is simply the air supporting the ground foces.









(also the base was top secret ,plus it was surrounded by mountains

OOC: The fact that it's 'top secret' and 'surrounded by mountains' does not mean that the forces departing from and returning to it could not be tracked via radar, or that satellites would be unable to see it. It would also not prevent cruise missiles - which are equipped with guidance systems allowing them to navigate variations in terrain - from striking it.

[Riomler]

the genrals in at The base
After the bombing



" The base has taken minamal damage with 2 dead and 14 injured,and our reinfrcements cant arrive with that blockade,and we really need our air force right now.""we will move our artillery to the coast and blast a opening in the blockade just long enough for them to get through,while were at it,Guard the urban areas closesly ,and camaflauge yourselves,our goal here is to buy time.

[Riomler]

OCC:wait,i hit your supply lines,no air force,nonones,can reassemble and do a counter attack so effiently.