The Qapese Civil War(IC, Open, MT)

[German-Eurpean Union]

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OOC Sorry for Not saying but those panthers are modern tanks

[Champlania]

The Kalitrian Government sends a telegram to The United States of Champlania

The Kalitrian Government would like to form a tiny pact to take over this foreign land and split in half with our ideologies to satisfy us both in the long run because well why not and who can stop us powerful nations

There's a hall of laughter the erupts from the war room as the telegram is given to the Pentagon. "The fool's! They just gave us the biggest edge in human history sense the Zimmerman's telegram!" The telegram is released to the public, and is anonymously given to the LSF.

The convoy continues moving. Undisturbed by the navy reported to be present in the area.

[Freier Sozialistischer Staat Florida]

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"Ja." Remarked a mounted soldier. He brandished a Fostech Origin 8 (eight-gague), with a modified lower receiver granting it automatic fire. He removed the magazine. Small, silver rounds with rounded tips were located where eight-gague shotshells should have been, grenade rounds It had an ACOG scope as well.
"Antipersonnell DMR, multipurpose, fires shotshells." Explained the soldier. he put the clip back in the Fostech, and chambers the first round, instinctively turning the selector to "Safe" again. The slow "snik!" of AR-15 charging handles being drawn could also be heard in the near-silence. The low mechanical hum of the Bakhcha-U turret turning would be also he heard as the turret turned. The clinking of belts of ammunition for the coaxial PKP LMG could be heard from the open hatch.
"Falker, your idea, your command." The gunner handed a small walkie talkie to Agent Falker.

[Kerberos]

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"Ja." Remarked a mounted soldier. He brandished a Fostech Origin 8 (eight-gague), with a modified lower receiver granting it automatic fire. He removed the magazine. Small, silver rounds with rounded tips were located where eight-gague shotshells should have been, grenade rounds It had an ACOG scope as well.
"Antipersonnell DMR, multipurpose, fires shotshells." Explained the soldier. he put the clip back in the Fostech, and chambers the first round, instinctively turning the selector to "Safe" again. The slow "snik!" of AR-15 charging handles being drawn could also be heard in the near-silence. The low mechanical hum of the Bakhcha-U turret turning would be also he heard as the turret turned. The clinking of belts of ammunition for the coaxial PKP LMG could be heard from the open hatch.
"Falker, your idea, your command." The gunner handed a small walkie talkie to Agent Falker.

"Copy, I'll spot for you, lets wait and see what they do." As she spoke Falker ducked behind the turret, scanning with her NVGs as Gomez's section appeared and joined the skirmish line, they where ready to spring the trap...

#15 Belmont Drive
Grand Peaks

Chairman Maria Smith was sitting in another conference, several generals and intelligence officers sat around the table, satellite images and typed intelligence scattered in front of them. "So we have confirmed DRQ advanced fighter aircraft, this is an unacceptable threat, one that will increase as the DRQ pilots gain experiance. She paused and took a deep breath. "Lets take the leap, send the 3rd tactical brigade in full force, along with Archangel Squadron, we'll take them on the ground or in the air..."

OCC: I'll RP the fighter deployment after work today

[Freier Sozialistischer Staat Florida]

"Ja." Remarked a mounted soldier. He brandished a Fostech Origin 8 (eight-gague), with a modified lower receiver granting it automatic fire. He removed the magazine. Small, silver rounds with rounded tips were located where eight-gague shotshells should have been, grenade rounds It had an ACOG scope as well.
"Antipersonnell DMR, multipurpose, fires shotshells." Explained the soldier. he put the clip back in the Fostech, and chambers the first round, instinctively turning the selector to "Safe" again. The slow "snik!" of AR-15 charging handles being drawn could also be heard in the near-silence. The low mechanical hum of the Bakhcha-U turret turning would be also he heard as the turret turned. The clinking of belts of ammunition for the coaxial PKP LMG could be heard from the open hatch.
"Falker, your idea, your command." The gunner handed a small walkie talkie to Agent Falker.

"Copy, I'll spot for you, lets wait and see what they do." As she spoke Falker ducked behind the turret, scanning with her NVGs as Gomez's section appeared and joined the skirmish line, they where ready to spring the trap...

The gunner tsks. He notices the mix of vehicles and infantry alike.
"Falker, say, ATGM or HE-frag?" He asks. his hand is on the autoloader control panel. It was a Catch-22, taking out the vehicles would put the infantry and the IFV at risk of return fire from MANPATS and small arms, but taking out the infantry could risk receiving return fire from enemy AFVs.

[Novovaritsya]

CDQ

14th Federation Air Squadron

The Novovaritsyan air force reached the Qapese islands earlier than the navy. It is the 14th Federation Air Squadron, tasked with patrolling the area before the intervention force arrives. It's not a big fighter squadron; it just consists of five Novovaritsyan OG-25s. The leader, Squadron Leader Dmitry Popov, watched the area, waiting for enemy aircraft to show up.

Dmitry detected several aircraft, unknown to Novovaritsyan radar. "All pilots, on me," he said through the radio, "form battle formation; we're going to see what the radar will bring us to." "Roger that, Falcon 0-1," one of them replied. The five jets formed a battle formation and then moved towards the place where the plane was spotted, just to find several trainer aircraft.

"Sir, should we?" One of Dmitry's pilots asked "I wonder who the heck conducted air training in this kind of situation, but let's not. You don't want to be court martialed, right?" Dmitry replied. Dmitry decided to turn around and head towards the aircraft carrier due to low fuel.

Spetsnaz

"All Spetsnaz personnel, report to your helicopters immediately." The sound of the speaker can be heard through the entire FWS Shark 08, an aircraft carrier carrying Spetsnaz soldiers. First Lieutenant Igor Volkov awaited in front of his fireteam's VHA 5, an attack and transport helicopter used by the spetsnaz for this kind of operation. He told his men to get inside the helicopter as soon as they arrived. Once they were all inside, Igor walked in and closed the helicopter's door.

Igor's helmet is on his right hand. His torso is covered with a bulletproof vest with two pouches attached on his shoulder, one pouch on his chest, four pouches above the belt, and a T79B-AN slung on his chest. His shoulders are protected by armor plates with the symbol of the Omega Fireteam attached to one on the right. He's standing at 6.5 feet, with a scar on his right eye and a black balaclava covering his head (except for the eyes). Igor looked big and terrifying in that uniform, and that was probably what made him known as "Golem".

"Listen up!" he shouted to his man. His voice sounds deep and loud, giving his men a feeling of fear once they heard his voice: "We are not here for recreation. This is a war, and we are heading to the plains of blood. If you don't want your blood to flood these plains, then you need to stay on high alert. I don't want to lose any soldiers in this operation, and we all better go in and out of this mission alive. Eto yasno?" "Aye, sir!" they all shouted. "Omega 0-1 to command; the Omega Fireteam is ready to leave and finish this mission." "Roger that, Omega 0-1. Godspeed," someone replied through the radio.

The VHA 5 is taking off from the aircraft carrier. From inside, the soldiers can see that the other VHA 5s are also taking off from the aircraft carrier, followed by VH 12 and VHA 8. They are now heading to hell.

[Champlania]

The Sailors approached ever closer to there target, moving at a steady and consistent speed. There was 5 freighters in total, all carrying supply's that could be valuable to Coalition. They where also armed with radar's however, and each captain was under strict orders, that under even the slightest of suspicion, to call the nearby carrier group.

[Qap]

"Ja." Remarked a mounted soldier. He brandished a Fostech Origin 8 (eight-gague), with a modified lower receiver granting it automatic fire. He removed the magazine. Small, silver rounds with rounded tips were located where eight-gague shotshells should have been, grenade rounds It had an ACOG scope as well.
"Antipersonnell DMR, multipurpose, fires shotshells." Explained the soldier. he put the clip back in the Fostech, and chambers the first round, instinctively turning the selector to "Safe" again. The slow "snik!" of AR-15 charging handles being drawn could also be heard in the near-silence. The low mechanical hum of the Bakhcha-U turret turning would be also he heard as the turret turned. The clinking of belts of ammunition for the coaxial PKP LMG could be heard from the open hatch.
"Falker, your idea, your command." The gunner handed a small walkie talkie to Agent Falker.

"Copy, I'll spot for you, lets wait and see what they do." As she spoke Falker ducked behind the turret, scanning with her NVGs as Gomez's section appeared and joined the skirmish line, they where ready to spring the trap...

#15 Belmont Drive
Grand Peaks

Chairman Maria Smith was sitting in another conference, several generals and intelligence officers sat around the table, satellite images and typed intelligence scattered in front of them. "So we have confirmed DRQ advanced fighter aircraft, this is an unacceptable threat, one that will increase as the DRQ pilots gain experiance. She paused and took a deep breath. "Lets take the leap, send the 3rd tactical brigade in full force, along with Archangel Squadron, we'll take them on the ground or in the air..."

OCC: I'll RP the fighter deployment after work today

The Qapese Troops had been given orders to attack, yet most of them were frozen from fear, only a proper yelling at from their captain got them moving "What the hell are you doing, attack." the captain roared. Suddenly the 20 soldiers opened fire towards the area that the trucks had been heard. They couldn't see if they had hit anything and they couldn't hear anything from the area. "Seems like we need to get closer, maybe spread out around the area." Said the captain. Knowing what they had to do, the troops slowly walked down into the area...

OOC: Sorry for the short post, just want to get a response off.

CDQ

14th Federation Air Squadron

The Novovaritsyan air force reached the Qapese islands earlier than the navy. It is the 14th Federation Air Squadron, tasked with patrolling the area before the intervention force arrives. It's not a big fighter squadron; it just consists of five Novovaritsyan OG-25s. The leader, Squadron Leader Dmitry Popov, watched the area, waiting for enemy aircraft to show up.

Dmitry detected several aircraft, unknown to Novovaritsyan radar. "All pilots, on me," he said through the radio, "form battle formation; we're going to see what the radar will bring us to." "Roger that, Falcon 0-1," one of them replied. The five jets formed a battle formation and then moved towards the place where the plane was spotted, just to find several trainer aircraft.

"Sir, should we?" One of Dmitry's pilots asked "I wonder who the heck conducted air training in this kind of situation, but let's not. You don't want to be court martialed, right?" Dmitry replied. Dmitry decided to turn around and head towards the aircraft carrier due to low fuel.

Spetsnaz

"All Spetsnaz personnel, report to your helicopters immediately." The sound of the speaker can be heard through the entire FWS Shark 08, an aircraft carrier carrying Spetsnaz soldiers. First Lieutenant Igor Volkov awaited in front of his fireteam's VHA 5, an attack and transport helicopter used by the spetsnaz for this kind of operation. He told his men to get inside the helicopter as soon as they arrived. Once they were all inside, Igor walked in and closed the helicopter's door.

Igor's helmet is on his right hand. His torso is covered with a bulletproof vest with two pouches attached on his shoulder, one pouch on his chest, four pouches above the belt, and a T79B-AN slung on his chest. His shoulders are protected by armor plates with the symbol of the Omega Fireteam attached to one on the right. He's standing at 6.5 feet, with a scar on his right eye and a black balaclava covering his head (except for the eyes). Igor looked big and terrifying in that uniform, and that was probably what made him known as "Golem".

"Listen up!" he shouted to his man. His voice sounds deep and loud, giving his men a feeling of fear once they heard his voice: "We are not here for recreation. This is a war, and we are heading to the plains of blood. If you don't want your blood to flood these plains, then you need to stay on high alert. I don't want to lose any soldiers in this operation, and we all better go in and out of this mission alive. Eto yasno?" "Aye, sir!" they all shouted. "Omega 0-1 to command; the Omega Fireteam is ready to leave and finish this mission." "Roger that, Omega 0-1. Godspeed," someone replied through the radio.

The VHA 5 is taking off from the aircraft carrier. From inside, the soldiers can see that the other VHA 5s are also taking off from the aircraft carrier, followed by VH 12 and VHA 8. They are now heading to hell.

Lasan Jeraq sat in the cockpit of the MiG-41, he had never sat at the controls of a jet this fancy and high-tech, but he was a natural. At only 19 he was the most talented pilot to ever come out of the Qapese Air Academy, his instructors had called him the best pilot they had ever seen(Which wasn't saying much considering the Qapese air-force is...horrible), but even international trainers agreed he was a prodigy. He had been given a week to master the MiG-41, and 3 days in, he had a pretty good feel of how to fly it.

Suddenly he heard a noise on his radar. "Damn it." he muttered, possible enemy fighter jets were flying too close to the trainer aircraft airspace. He decided to try to swerve out of enemy radar range and attempt to observe what they would do. Seeing they had turned around he decided that now would be a nice test. He pushed on the throttle to try to chase down the aircraft and give them a small scare before hopefully turning back and perhaps drawing the enemies into potential anti-aircraft missile range.

OOC: If this is too unrealistic, please feel free to tell me. Aircraft and Aerial Warfare is not my strong point.

[Qap]

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The Sailors approached ever closer to there target, moving at a steady and consistent speed. There was 5 freighters in total, all carrying supply's that could be valuable to Coalition. They where also armed with radar's however, and each captain was under strict orders, that under even the slightest of suspicion, to call the nearby carrier group.

QNS Great Uraq Qan

The Great Uraq Qan was effectively the only destroyer that could fare okay in a naval battle with modern foes. It was a modified Kidd-Style destroyer, it and the QNS Victory(Type 051c) and the QRS People's Defense(T-47 class, modified) made up the core DRQ Advanced Naval Taskforce 1, other patrol boats and smaller naval ships followed. They had orders to intercept a group of freighters that were carrying gear to the enemy LSF.

The head Admiral Kor Kab ordered everyone to be on deck and ready to fight, "No mercy will be shown." he yelled at the saliors.

OOC: Sorry for the short post and sorry for missing it before.

[Champlania]

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The crews of the Freighters had not excepted to meet the navy so soon. Especially this close to the group. Looking at the ships on radair, they quickly notified Strike Group 15 about the potently up coming battle. Quickly, the Radio operators worked tougher to figure out a plan. The Small ships and patrol boats didn't frightened the crew as much as the Two Destroyers. So, Ideally, they devised away to get themselves out of the situation, before they opened up with whatever armaments where on it. The Freighters could maybe survive a missile from them, but, they didn't want to take that chance.

So, the plan was deviced, and set, it was very simple plan, it could really be described as only one word. SCRAMBLE!

Meanwhile, across the water, the Strike group quickly began to mobilize, and the first squadron was in the air. It wasn't a particularly big squadron. Only Seven Aircraft. However, what they where, and what they where packing was very large. Seven SF-25 Stealth Fighter jets, Each armed with One AGM-158C LRASM Anti-Ship Stealth Cruise Missiles. (I am not making this up, or trying to be Overpowered, this is LITTERALY what its listed as on the Wiki.)

OOC: Its okay, It's fine. Also, I think you know this, but I'm not supplying the LSF with anything, Except, This telegram given by the Kalitrian Government trying to convince us to take part in a hostile take over of the island. And even then thats through like, the mail, or, email or whatever. Infact, where pretty much making the message public, so, You know.

The Kalitrian Government sends a telegram to The United States of Champlania

The Kalitrian Government would like to form a tiny pact to take over this foreign land and split in half with our ideologies to satisfy us both in the long run because well why not and who can stop us powerful nations

[Novovaritsya]

CDQ

CDQ

14th Federation Air Squadron

The Novovaritsyan air force reached the Qapese islands earlier than the navy. It is the 14th Federation Air Squadron, tasked with patrolling the area before the intervention force arrives. It's not a big fighter squadron; it just consists of five Novovaritsyan OG-25s. The leader, Squadron Leader Dmitry Popov, watched the area, waiting for enemy aircraft to show up.

Dmitry detected several aircraft, unknown to Novovaritsyan radar. "All pilots, on me," he said through the radio, "form battle formation; we're going to see what the radar will bring us to." "Roger that, Falcon 0-1," one of them replied. The five jets formed a battle formation and then moved towards the place where the plane was spotted, just to find several trainer aircraft.

"Sir, should we?" One of Dmitry's pilots asked "I wonder who the heck conducted air training in this kind of situation, but let's not. You don't want to be court martialed, right?" Dmitry replied. Dmitry decided to turn around and head towards the aircraft carrier due to low fuel.

Spetsnaz

"All Spetsnaz personnel, report to your helicopters immediately." The sound of the speaker can be heard through the entire FWS Shark 08, an aircraft carrier carrying Spetsnaz soldiers. First Lieutenant Igor Volkov awaited in front of his fireteam's VHA 5, an attack and transport helicopter used by the spetsnaz for this kind of operation. He told his men to get inside the helicopter as soon as they arrived. Once they were all inside, Igor walked in and closed the helicopter's door.

Igor's helmet is on his right hand. His torso is covered with a bulletproof vest with two pouches attached on his shoulder, one pouch on his chest, four pouches above the belt, and a T79B-AN slung on his chest. His shoulders are protected by armor plates with the symbol of the Omega Fireteam attached to one on the right. He's standing at 6.5 feet, with a scar on his right eye and a black balaclava covering his head (except for the eyes). Igor looked big and terrifying in that uniform, and that was probably what made him known as "Golem".

"Listen up!" he shouted to his man. His voice sounds deep and loud, giving his men a feeling of fear once they heard his voice: "We are not here for recreation. This is a war, and we are heading to the plains of blood. If you don't want your blood to flood these plains, then you need to stay on high alert. I don't want to lose any soldiers in this operation, and we all better go in and out of this mission alive. Eto yasno?" "Aye, sir!" they all shouted. "Omega 0-1 to command; the Omega Fireteam is ready to leave and finish this mission." "Roger that, Omega 0-1. Godspeed," someone replied through the radio.

The VHA 5 is taking off from the aircraft carrier. From inside, the soldiers can see that the other VHA 5s are also taking off from the aircraft carrier, followed by VH 12 and VHA 8. They are now heading to hell.

Lasan Jeraq sat in the cockpit of the MiG-41, he had never sat at the controls of a jet this fancy and high-tech, but he was a natural. At only 19 he was the most talented pilot to ever come out of the Qapese Air Academy, his instructors had called him the best pilot they had ever seen(Which wasn't saying much considering the Qapese air-force is...horrible), but even international trainers agreed he was a prodigy. He had been given a week to master the MiG-41, and 3 days in, he had a pretty good feel of how to fly it.

Suddenly he heard a noise on his radar. "Damn it." he muttered, possible enemy fighter jets were flying too close to the trainer aircraft airspace. He decided to try to swerve out of enemy radar range and attempt to observe what they would do. Seeing they had turned around he decided that now would be a nice test. He pushed on the throttle to try to chase down the aircraft and give them a small scare before hopefully turning back and perhaps drawing the enemies into potential anti-aircraft missile range.

OOC: If this is too unrealistic, please feel free to tell me. Aircraft and Aerial Warfare is not my strong point.

At first, they were flying peacefully, returning towards their aircraft carrier. Dmitry took a short look at his radar and saw a plane through his radar, not moving anymore. It is a stealth fighter that followed him and he knew it. "All Falcons, you see anything on your radar?" he asked his men. "Affirmative, Sir," one of them replied. "A single fighter, Sir, this guy's bold," another one said. "Falcon 0-3, go behind that fighter jet and see what we're up against," Dmitry said through his radio. "Roger that, Falcon 0-1," Falcon 0-3 replied. He then flew up above the cloud to avoid getting spotted by this fighter jet.

Falcon 0-3 slowed his fighter jet down, and then he inverted his jet to see what's under him. He then go down the cloud and saw a MiG-41. An enemy MiG-41. He knew it was an enemy aircraft once he saw the Qapese Army emblem on the plane's wings. "Eh, this plane just look the same as our OG 31," Falcon 0-3 said through his radio. The pilot of the MiG-41 should have noticed his plane and they looked up to see Falcon 0-3's fighter jet. Falcon 0-3 is still slowing down, and now he's behind the MiG-41. He inverted his fighter jet again and turn on the missile lock to try and scare this pilot. "That is not necessary, Falcon 0-3," Dmitry said through the radio. "Roger that," Falcon 0-3 turned the missile lock off, and instead he followed the MiG-41. "That's good, Falcon 0-3. I need you to follow him. If he decided to leave, we'll go straight to the aircraft carrier anyways," Dmitry said through his radio while watching his radar.

[Kalitria]

The Kalitrian Government has dispatched 2 battleships and 4 nuclear submarines to guard the destroyers and aircraft carrier

[Freier Sozialistischer Staat Florida]

"Copy, I'll spot for you, lets wait and see what they do." As she spoke Falker ducked behind the turret, scanning with her NVGs as Gomez's section appeared and joined the skirmish line, they where ready to spring the trap...

#15 Belmont Drive
Grand Peaks

Chairman Maria Smith was sitting in another conference, several generals and intelligence officers sat around the table, satellite images and typed intelligence scattered in front of them. "So we have confirmed DRQ advanced fighter aircraft, this is an unacceptable threat, one that will increase as the DRQ pilots gain experiance. She paused and took a deep breath. "Lets take the leap, send the 3rd tactical brigade in full force, along with Archangel Squadron, we'll take them on the ground or in the air..."

OCC: I'll RP the fighter deployment after work today

The Qapese Troops had been given orders to attack, yet most of them were frozen from fear, only a proper yelling at from their captain got them moving "What the hell are you doing, attack." the captain roared. Suddenly the 20 soldiers opened fire towards the area that the trucks had been heard. They couldn't see if they had hit anything and they couldn't hear anything from the area. "Seems like we need to get closer, maybe spread out around the area." Said the captain. Knowing what they had to do, the troops slowly walked down into the area...

OOC: Sorry for the short post, just want to get a response off.

"пизде́ц!" screamed the gunner, he returned fire with his PKT LMG, firing a HE-frag shell into the crowd of soldiers. The soldiers, some of which also equipped with night vision, returned fire at the soldiers, Steyr RFR .22lr Scout rifles opened up from in the tall grass.
"GRANATE!" screamed the young soldier, he stuffs a rifle grenade on the barrel, and squeezes the trigger, the round shoots through the air, detonating on impact. He pulls a Tokarev TT-33 out of his pocket, clips a modified gunstock on, and continues to fire away.

[German-Eurpean Union]

Germany announced another support delivery to the Qapese government this package has been decided to include:
340 T64BVM-Block4
500 BMP-3UAs
42 MIG-41s and 400 small diameter white phosphorus bombs
1.400 supply trucks
The supply delivery is announced to be follow by a Germany peacekeeping force made out of:
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[Jilia]

Jilia offers the DRQ volunteer battalions to help win the war, Jilia also offers the DRQ Ammunition, Cotton, Better Clothes, Food, and AK-47s.

The Empire hopes for the best of the DRQ and prays the war would quickly end.

Jilia also sends a letter to the DRQ stating:

“We are willing to support your cause and thus would send the mentioned supplies and the volunteer battalion via aircrafts, we hope you would find a swift victory in which the Qap would find peace. We also wish to ally with the DRQ since we believe that we both would bring prosperity and power to our nation, best of lucks to you!”

[Chia Dal]

The European Federation began arming the CDQ with heavy arms as well as sending military advisors to train the CDQ on how to use the weapons. While this was happening, the Federation Navy began preparing for deployment to Qap.

CDQ Controlled Qaaj

General Marqa Namsa and the highest ranking officials of the CDQ sat in a bunker in the city. Shells, artillery, and gunfire could be heard outside with the occasional scream of terror, or a stray bullet hitting the ground above. General Namsa broke the silence at the table "Does anyone have any news about the...situation we seem to be having." At this the Chief of Security spoke up, "It seems that a group calling themselves 'The European Federation' has come to our aid. They have sent advisors and heavy arms and apparently they will be sending a naval taskforce as well." "Good, all is good." Replied General Namsa, "When the fleet arrives, we will need them to help our plan to retake Qataab."

The Kalitrian Government is sending 3 Warships in support with LSF to extinguish the Uprising Terrorists and to fire at DRQ and CDQ military and civilian targets at important port cities

Breaking News:The Kalitrian Government sends 5th Fleet fires shells at Terrorist Groups

Qataab

The citizens of Qataab looked out at the waters, on the sea was a sight that they had seen only a few times, and unlike the other times where a few outdated destroyers fired blanks during military parades, these ships seemed legit. Many civilians and military members tried to get close to the shore to see what flag these ships could be waving. The people seemed relived that perhaps some international aid was coming to help them and a few brave souls tried swimming out to the ships. Then the guns fired. The people on the shore went from having hope to running for their lives. Shells slammed into the shoreline and into the outskirts of the city. Within minutes Qataab's once beautiful shores and scenic coast line were ruined, the bodies of many were spread across the ground, military and civilian alike.

After hearing of such horrifying news, the mayor of Qataab contemplated surrender, but surrender was a cowardly option and after much convincing he was persuaded to fight. One of the only real naval patrols was sent out to delay the elite naval forces, 5 small patrol boats armed with machine guns. All DRQ presence in the areas surrounding Qataab were called into the city to fortify for the inevitable upcoming battle...

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Statement from the Coalition for Democracy in Qap

The CDQ would like to extend its warmest greetings to the government of Greater Rostoria for their aid in this horrible civil war
Any form of weaponry that has become standard in the last 10 years would be greatly appreciated, the lack of training would
be some sort of issue. The CDQ would like to extend its gratitude by sending a group of diplomats to Greater Rostoria to discuss
any sort of strategy that could win this horrible war.

10,000 soldiers from the Global Defense Reserves have been deployed to Qap to support the CDQ. They land via private aircraft and set up camps after their arrival.

Qwabi Airbase, Qwabi

The helicopters landed and out strolled soldiers that seemed like the exact opposite of the 50 or so CDQ guards surrounding the airbase. The guards looked ragtag with no real gear or uniform, only an AK-22 hanging from their arms. While the soldiers exiting the helicopter seemed organized, ready for action, and had more modern weapons. Upon leaving the helicopter, the forces were greeted by a large man covered with scars, he greeted them happily, but then got down to business, "LSF forces are closing in on Qwabi, they are firing down on use from the mountains and are slowly pushing into our territory, if possible, we need some help."

As a athorian socialist nation it is in Germanys nature to support the DRQ so the hight council of the German army decided to jointly with the Emporer redirect foreign aid funding to supply the DRQ with arms, the first load of supplies include:
500 trainers
30.000 AK-72UA assault rilfes
50 MilanDEV3 ATGMs
120 Panther II tanks
50 MstaSP-SEP3 SPHs
24 MIG-41s air superiroty fighters
8 SU-43s Multirole/strike fighters
The entire package and included ammunition is estimated to cost a total of 4.184.000.000 D-Mark

Ipaq airbase, Ipaq

The equipment had arrived, a ton of equipment, the second highest general in the Junta, Kariq Qab, looked over the transfer of equipment. reading over the paper he had been handed on what equipment he would be gaining he stopped at the mention of Panther II tanks. "Panther IIs, seems a bit outdated. Even our garbage T-90s can do better, what do they expect us to do. Ah well, at Ieast we have fighter jets.

TOP SECRET

CCV RESTRICTED ACCESS ONLY

BY ORDER OF [REDACTED]

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The situation in Qap is potentially advantageous for Kerberosian expansion, should The Liberal Socialist Front (LSF) gain control of any portion of the nation of Qap. Currently several nations have provided support to all sides, including the LSF, however such support appears to be limited and poorly implemented. Our intelligence gathering capabilities have been enhanced by the near universal lack of detailed planning with the exception of The Federation of Rostoria. From what information we have currently gathered they seem to be limiting their involvement to supporting The Coalition for Democracy (CDQ) with humanitarian aid, as such our goals will likely coincide in several possible operations.

CURRENT OBJECTIVES:

1: Make formal contact with the LSF leadership, assess their needs and respond based on said needs.

2: Establish a naval presence in the region to facilitate potential operations.

3: Insert intelligence assets to gain first hand intel, recommend utilizing civilian aid efforts to insert agents.

4: Locate ideal locations for humanitarian aid, and arrange delivery and security of aid.

5: Mobilize the 12th Infantry Parachute Brigade and 2nd Strategic Transport Squadron for deployment as needed.

This report is a basic and brief overview for the proposed Operation Crimson, further reports will provide details on specific aspects as needed.

Camp Holt
Kerberos
0600 Hours

General Teresa Web watched as the massive flying wing slowly circled the base, the new Roc cargo planes were impressive but untested in combat drop conditions. She wasn't worried however, the 12th Brigade was arguably the best unit in the nation, they trained constantly in small unit tactics, against superior forces. Every soldier under her command had at least twelve jumps under their belt, each had marksmanship badges and had completed a full tour in the KRA before being selected for the 12th. They where waiting, placed on standby for some CCV operation, apparently they might be dropped into Qap, some little group of islands on the other side of the world. If they deployed they would be helping some little rebellion gain control of the nation or at least part of it. Only time would tell what was to come next.....
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"They're not even trying to hide their involvement are they?" Chairman Maria Smith's voice had a questioning tone. The latest briefing included satellite photos of cargo ships unloading men and equipment in Qap.

A young man in a well fitting suit nodded and gestured to a row of armoured vehicles. "As you can see there's a wide variety of armour here, but the tank force has us confused, they appear to be Panther 2s, the design is at least 70 years old and completely outdated, their main armaments where deadly in their time but will barely scratch modern composite armour, and every vehicle mounted cannon in our inventory can penetrate their frontal plates." He paused, thinking for a moment. "From what I gathered over penetration will likely occur if we use sabot darts, likely we'll need to issue HEAT or HESH shells to guarantee a reliable kill if it gets ugly."

Maria nodded, a sinister smirk crossing her normally elegant face. "The 12th has been issued our new RGL-3s, we'll make sure to drop extra 120mm HEAT rounds for them, its time we taught a lesson to these arrogant fools in the German-Eurpean Union, we'll show them a warm welcome to the 21st century."

OCC: Google the Panther II, then google the penatration of an RPG-7 HEAT warhead...

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Captain Graham was an old sea dog, in his forty-three years he had sailed everything from trash barges his current charge the Helicopter Carrier KNC Fortune. She had started life as a 400 meter long container ship, now her holds where hangers and troop quarters, her deck was leveled into a vast landing pad for up to a dozen utility helicopters. She wasn't a true warship however, with only eight AK-630 rotary cannons for point defence, no the main fire power came from her escorts, six Argos Class destroyers and six Rebirth Class frigates. The fleet wasn't overly threatening but there was no doubt they could put up a nasty fight if cornered. All this was in the Captain's mind as they drew ever closer to Qap's territorial waters, officially they were to operate in a support role, airlifting humanitarian aid with their compliment of 24 Mil-8s, but everyone knew that if things escalated then they would be in the thick of things...

OOC: I could use the names of the LSF leaders and some details on how to communicate with them.

LSF Controlled Qaaj

Soros Udam stood in the empty bombed building, he and a few other high ranking generals had taken up residence here. Soros Udam was 74 and had been fighting the corrupt government since 14. He had seen it all, the first rebellion when the Junta had come to power had been crushed. The rebellions when the Congress was disbanded, he had seen it. He had risen to power in the LSF nearly 30 years ago and had not wavered in preparing a civil war plan. Now that the war was occurring, the plan was put in action. If the LSF could take control of the 4 major cities of Qap, the main war would be over. Only a few towns would remain and it could all be taken back over time. Udam had heard about global powers giving support, but he hadn't heard much in support for the LSF. "If we are going to win this war, support is necessary. If someone needs to contact us, we have a system of informants in any major populated area. We need people to know how to get to us and help us."

OOC: You can communicate with Soros Udam through his informants that are all over Qap.

OOC: Is there any OOC sign-ups? If not, I would set up a naval blockade later. Along with my ORBAT

OOC: There is no sign-up, post as you please, just follow the rules.

The Fifth Fleet, consisting of 4 Paris-class CVNs, 12 Churchill-class Guided Missile Cruisers, 16 Pheonix-class Guided Missile Destroyers, 12 Centurion-class ASW Destroyers, 8 Hyperion-class SSNs, multiple UnRep ships and 10 amphibious assault ships, left Portsmouth, England, European Federation for Qap. Both radar and sonar were sweeping above and below the water for any sign of enemy ships or planes.

[Southeast Marajarbia]

After hearing about the situation, the Marajarbian Government would send humanitarian aid to the people of Qap

[Kerberos]

The Qapese Troops had been given orders to attack, yet most of them were frozen from fear, only a proper yelling at from their captain got them moving "What the hell are you doing, attack." the captain roared. Suddenly the 20 soldiers opened fire towards the area that the trucks had been heard. They couldn't see if they had hit anything and they couldn't hear anything from the area. "Seems like we need to get closer, maybe spread out around the area." Said the captain. Knowing what they had to do, the troops slowly walked down into the area...

OOC: Sorry for the short post, just want to get a response off.

"пизде́ц!" screamed the gunner, he returned fire with his PKT LMG, firing a HE-frag shell into the crowd of soldiers. The soldiers, some of which also equipped with night vision, returned fire at the soldiers, Steyr RFR .22lr Scout rifles opened up from in the tall grass.
"GRANATE!" screamed the young soldier, he stuffs a rifle grenade on the barrel, and squeezes the trigger, the round shoots through the air, detonating on impact. He pulls a Tokarev TT-33 out of his pocket, clips a modified gunstock on, and continues to fire away.

The outgoing fire was intense, the crackle of small arms and thump of explosives were punctuated by the sharp snaps of Kerberosian 6x49mm rifles, slowly the fire slacked off as targets dropped, either dead or taking cover. "CEASE FIRE, CEASE FIRE!!!" Falkers voice rang over the local radio, she was still behind the turret of the APC, scanning the area with her goggles. Moments later silence surrounded the soldiers, cries of pain and the clatter of spent casings replacing the deafening roar of battle. The KRA troopers still scanned the area, ready to open fire, or advance, whichever was needed. Falker shouted into the darkness, her voice harsh and threatening. "SURRENDER AND YOU WON'T BE HURT!" She spoke into her radio, softly this time. "Give them a minute, then we'll go and root them out." She leaned over the turret and spoke to the gunner. "Good shooting, got a name?"

OCC: I'll have a post focusing on different areas this evening

[Freier Sozialistischer Staat Florida]

"пизде́ц!" screamed the gunner, he returned fire with his PKT LMG, firing a HE-frag shell into the crowd of soldiers. The soldiers, some of which also equipped with night vision, returned fire at the soldiers, Steyr RFR .22lr Scout rifles opened up from in the tall grass.
"GRANATE!" screamed the young soldier, he stuffs a rifle grenade on the barrel, and squeezes the trigger, the round shoots through the air, detonating on impact. He pulls a Tokarev TT-33 out of his pocket, clips a modified gunstock on, and continues to fire away.

The outgoing fire was intense, the crackle of small arms and thump of explosives were punctuated by the sharp snaps of Kerberosian 6x49mm rifles, slowly the fire slacked off as targets dropped, either dead or taking cover. "CEASE FIRE, CEASE FIRE!!!" Falkers voice rang over the local radio, she was still behind the turret of the APC, scanning the area with her goggles. Moments later silence surrounded the soldiers, cries of pain and the clatter of spent casings replacing the deafening roar of battle. The KRA troopers still scanned the area, ready to open fire, or advance, whichever was needed. Falker shouted into the darkness, her voice harsh and threatening. "SURRENDER AND YOU WON'T BE HURT!" She spoke into her radio, softly this time. "Give them a minute, then we'll go and root them out." She leaned over the turret and spoke to the gunner. "Good shooting, got a name?"

OCC: I'll have a post focusing on different areas this evening

The gunner, focused on the enemy realizes he had been asked a question,
“My name’s Lanzo Müller, but you can call me Feldwebel Müller for the sake of brevity. Whatever you like.” He explained, swapping the belt of the PKT out for a fresh belt, and counting the ammunition rack.

[Kalitria]

Still on the shores of Qataab the Warships lie still after the crews hear the death of the Defence Minster Josef Malinkov of The United Socialist States of Kalitria so the Crews line up on together and point there guns towards the broken city, while some of the crews bands pull out some instruments, with the a small boat go Infront of the line with a conductor and they start to play Piano sonata NO.2 by Frédéric Chopin and shells start being fired at the broken city after the song for the Ministers final goodbye