The Ingresso War (MT, IC, ATTN KY, Read Note)

by **Neuteutonnia** » Thu Feb 26, 2026 4:45 pm

OOC: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=580618
NOTE: Nations outside the region of Kali Yuga may contact the OP (Neuteutonnia) to join in.

THE INGRESSO WAR

A Brief History of Ingresso

Ingresso, translated to "Entrance" in English, as it implies is one entrance of trade into Muscgorocia's "mainland" since centuries ago when Anoia is still the Impero di Anoia in 1800 BC. Today, Anoia still control one of the gates of international trade into Muscgorocia mainland; however of course with a cheaper tax, and perhaps- weaker security and government. Neuteutonnia is one of Anoia's major import partner, responsible for over 60% raw and refined material imports. Ingresso is also the headquarters of the Servizio Navale di Anoia (SNA), or the Anoian Navy that provides protection for its main trade route to the nation.

A Brief History of Anoia
Anoia, officially named La Repubblica di Anoia or the Republic of Anoia, is a nation led by Diodoro's military regime.

Anoia's history drew a long way back from the year 1515, where La Repubblica di Anoia first got its independence from Tauridian authorities, pioneered by the Bandiere Bianche (White Banners), the first military forces of Anoia who assumed leadership over the independent Anoia. In 1715, as democracy entered the Republic of Anoia, and the Bandiere Bianche show its oppressive side, a militant movement called L'esercito Dei Popolani (The Commoners' Army) managed to overthrow Bandiere Bianche as General Tedone got assasinated in the Battle of Castiglio(the capital) while leading the 12° Granatieri.

In 1926, as fascism gained popularity in Anoia, the Portere Party of Anoia won the election of 1930. The Portere Party, in its power dissolved the Consiglio del popolo (parliament) and replaced it with a council of Army, Navy, and Air Force officers called Il Consiglio dei Quindici (The Council of Fifteen), with the Portere Party leader Euclide Porto as the leader of Anoia. In 1937, Euclide Porto attempt to invade Teutonnium Order; which of course result in the ultimate failure of the entire operation and the public dissent against the Portere Party. In 1945, Euclide Porto was hung by the crowd, and the Consiglio del Popolo, along with Anoia Provisional Government got reestablished.

In 1960, as Association of Independent Colonies took over Teutonnium Order, a rumour was spread that the Provisional Government was secretly conducting backchannel diplomacy on handover of Anoia to Greznovian forces. This caused a public outrage, and in 1961; General Laurentino Fosco of the Servizi di terra di Anoia (STA), the Anoian army. In 1962, Laurentino Fosco gathered his loyalists to fight against the unpopular Provisional Government. This coup resulted in the Eight Days Battle in Castiglio between 14° Fanteria Meccanizzata, 1a Divisione Corazzata, of the STA against the Guardie del Palazzo and 17a Divisione Aviotrasportata, along with some anti-militarist militant groups that would form today's cartelli. In 14th August, 1961, Laurentino Fosco of the STA took over the Palazzo and declared martial law.

"And here goes Stanislau, and GOAL!!!!!"

The crowd cheered in Ingresso stadium, watching a fight between Sequiona Football Club and Ingresso Football Club.
Among them are two bosses of the cartellis, Alberto Martinell of the Bandiere Rosse and Giannetto from the Corpo Stranieri. Giannetto is there to support Sequiona Football Club, and Martinell to support Ingresso Football Club. Stanislau's goal of Sequiona Football Club managed to secure victory for the SFC. Crowd supporting the SFC cheered, as the crowd supporting Ingresso Football Club looked at the cheer of the Sequiona Football Club.

The Sequionians turned into the IFC supporters, launching a "boo" against them. The IFC supporters did not take this lightly. They stormed the Sequionians. A fight quickly happened. The local security was overwhelmed. Many bystanders attempt to flee the stadium. One of them is Martinnell, escorted by two of his bodyguards. A Sequionian charged from the crowd at the mobster boss, as his bodyguard rose up his PDW, aiming at the Sequionian; firing. The shot alerted the other crowd, silencing their fights. However, in the middle of the stillness,

BAM!

Martinnell fell. His bodyguards did not see it, but Giannetto's henchman has shot a .44 Magnum round at Martinnell, before fleeing with Giannetto. The bodyguards called for help, ringing the emergency services. However, Martinnell is pronounced dead at 26th of February, 2026; in St. Sequionos Hospital in Ingresso. Schettini, Martinnell's wife is there, mourning for the death of his husband. "Riccelli, come here,"
Ricelli, the chief of the Ingresso Precinct approached Schettini. "What is it, Mrs. Martinnell?" he asked. "Have you found the perpetrator?" she asked in return. "We investigated the list of the visitors. Giannetto, our rival is present in the fight," Ricelli said.

"Then it must be them. It must be Giannetti and his bitches," Schettini said. "I want you to purge the Giannettis before they leave Ingresso,"

by **Neuteutonnia** » Thu Feb 26, 2026 10:56 pm

Motel Castello, Ingresso
27th February, 2026
03:00 AM
It is a clear night under the Ingresso skies, amidst the arid desert around the motel. Almost no buildings are spotted nearby, securing the motel from the sniper threats.
Giannetto is inside his motel. Outside, four technicals armed with DShK machineguns are watching the road along with eight other armed men. They are Giannetto's Appaltataro, henchmen and mercenaries hired by Giannetto to protect him and attack his enemies. "Why the hell would Giannetto rest here? It's a death wish!" Caponello said, one of the Appaltataros. "I don't know man. It's boss' stuff," Gallichio replied. Then, an armored Gage Ranger stopped in front of the motel. The side bears "Distretto di Ingresso"; Ingresso precinct. The cops.

From the Gage Ranger, eight figures in green fatigue, combat vest, backpack, and helmet; along with balaclava masks. "This is the Ingresso Precinct. Please step aside and hand over your boss,"
Gallichio chuckled. The Appaltataros all raised their rifles. "If we refuse, what will happen?"
The police commander looked, frozen. "Take cover!"

The armed cops took cover behind the Gage Ranger. An AK-47 fire, taking out two armed policemen. The commander peeked out, who saw a DShK gunner not focusing on him. Carefully, he took aim with his AR.556 at the machinegunner, then
RATATA
The machinegunner is down. The driver got out, raising hands in surrender before Gallichio shot his head for surrendering. Then, as by karma's will, Gallichio got shot in the leg, as Caponello dragged Gallichio inside. "Shit, mate!" Caponello grunted as bullets suppressed their position. Giannetti sighed. "Ready to fall back!"
RATATA
Three more Appaltataros are down, one shot in the shoulder; taken out of combat but alive.

Caponello motioned at the third technical, manned by a rugged gentleman Nazzaro. Nazzaro understood the assignment, turning his DShK at the Gage Ranger, firing to suppress the cops. An equally spread burst fire from the front to the back of the Gage Ranger, as Caponello gathered the others inside the technical. Giannetti boarded his sedan along with his two bodyguards, speeding into the desert.

Nazzaro followed suit.
They speed across the Ingresso, heading from the coastal desert area into the borders with Centro, the neighboring state of Ingresso to the north.

by **New Aeyariss** » Wed Mar 11, 2026 6:21 pm

The priest slowly sang the funeral song, as he spread his hands wide. His white alba contrasted deeply with dark clothes of the members surrounding the coffin. Some women cried, as the coffin was lowered into the depths of the earth, and the cover was placed. Alberto Martinell, the head of the Bandiere Rosse cartell - one of most feared drug warlords in Anoia - was dead, forever covered by the Earth.

Claudio "Il Scorpione" Martinell looked as the earth swallowed his father. Tears rolled from small eyes set deeply within the skull, from under massive bushy eyebrows located below a bald head, resting upon a muscular body shaped like a square. He wore a black tuxedo, with white gloves on his hands.

His mother approached him, wrapping his hands around her son. They embraced deeply.

Suddenly, several armed men ran from out of nowhere. They wore military fatigues, with black ski masks covering their faces. In their hands were old Nifonese Arakawas.

The men lined up and rose their rifles.

"VIVA SIGNOR ALBERTO! VIVA BANDIERE ROSSE!" they shouted, as fire poured from their rifles into the air. No one from among the crowd bated an eye. They knew it was part of the show.

Claudio led his mother to a car, where they sat.

"Claudio." his mother begun "The father's dead."

"I know." Claudio lowered his head "We never saw eye to eye, but I will still miss him."

"I tried to get the police to get the revenge." his mother said "They are useless."

"They are the kind of force that shows up when you parked your car wrongly, but never when we were robbing someone." Claudio stated dully "Why do you think this family went so far?"

"If they failed it is up to you, Claudio, to get revenge. It is time for you to step in your fahter's place."

Claudio looked at her, his sight so sharp as if he wanted to pierce her:

"No." he stated, coldly but firmly.

"NO?" his mother's eyes went as wide as saucers "WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?"

"Exactly what I mean. No." Claudio countered "I am done with this life."

"How can you? How can you throw away everything that this family built!?"

"Because I am now a father myself." Claudio said, full of confidence "I do not want to see my kids grow up like I did. I do not want them to have to be exposed to this life, or worry that their father will never come back."

"And have them live in what? Your average middle class life?" his mother said angrily.

"A life with less money is better than life I had." Claudio stated "You were not there when I commanded my father's elite. You did not see the blood I had to spill to ensure that he remains on top. I am not going back. Ever. Again."

"You will never be free. They will come back for you eventually." his mother retorted.

"I will deal with them if they do." the son shrugged "Until that time, you better start securing the wealth you never deserved. You did not contribute anything to the cartel's success. Do you think I do not know about the lovers you cheated on father with?"

His mother gave him a puzzled look:

"That is what I thought." Claudio said "Go. My buisness here is done. I have children to take out of school."

With furry in her eyes, his mother stepped out of the car, slamming the door behind her loudly. Claudio straigthened his back, plunged in the key and drove away.

by **Annoia** » Wed Mar 11, 2026 7:01 pm

Scuola Primeria Dorado
Ingresso

Claudio's black sedan screeched to a halt in front of the primary school. Children- from the first grade up to sixth grade- rushed out from the school like water breaking out of a dam. Among the flood of children are Claudio's children: Elita Martinell(1st grade) and Tussio Martinell (2nd Grade). As they have never knew what world it is out there, they joyfully jumped around and entered the black sedan. "Daddy! Daddy! I got a one hundred in math!" Elita said with her sweet smile creeping up her face. "Ooh...that's good!" Claudio replied, patting her head. "Daddy, Pauside is asking me if I can come to his birthday party. Can I?" Tussio said in turn.

Claudio smiled. "Sure, Tussio,"
The black sedan drove away from Escuela Primeria Dorado. However, unbeknownst to them in the dark alleys they will pass through:
Giannetto's Appaltataroses are waiting in the dark. About three of them: two with Arakawa Type 1961, and one armed with an Endo Type 1960. The one with Endo, Santa Lucia, looked at one with Type 1961; Domenici. He peeked at the road as the black sedan drove in. Santa Lucia took a deep breath.
"Watch and learn,"

He emerged from the dark alleyway now, hip-firing the machinegun at the black sedan. Bullets pierce through the windshield as Claudio slammed the steering wheel into the left side. The car spun, before it rolls once. twice. thrice. and smoked. Claudio held his head and looked at his children- all unconscious. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath. His trembling hands reached up to the dashboard's storage when
RATATATATA

The Type 1961 assault rifle barked, sending ricochets off the sedan's body and making cobweb cracks on the glass. "FUCK FUCK FUCK!" Claudio swore. He then ducked, retrieving his Namiwari from the dashboard storage. Then he returned fire. Santa Lucia is hit. "FUCK, MATE!"
Domenici attempt to run for his comrade when another shot from Claudio hit him square in the chest. The last Appaltataros, Siro threw down his Type 1961 and ran away; before Claudio fired, hitting him in the leg and implanting a round to his left kidney. "FUCK!" he yelled on the floor.

Claudio exited the car, stepping on Siro's wounded kidney. "Who the hell sent you?"
He looked at the right arm tattoo; an eagle with circle around it.. "Fuck you," Siro replied. "The Corpo Stranieri, eh?" Claudio said. He aimed down his Namawari at his head;
and
BAM!

by **McNernia** » Fri Mar 13, 2026 2:37 pm

HKMCGS Point Gabriel-MSM-10
Royal Kauwelan Coast Guard- Kauwela-Anoia Border Command
Patrolling the Maritime Border
Late at Night

HKMCGS Point Gabriel was one of the more advanced and powerful Corvette sized cutters, purchase from a Archinian Shipyard she wasn’t top-of-the-Line surface combatant and it showed in the radar which was new, the paint on her mast which was faded by exposure to the Muscgorocian sun and the fact that there was signs of brown rust on the hull. Considering she had taken a squall just fine she was a credit to the Coast Guard of HM King Philip and well her crew wouldn’t have any other way to handle the task of keeping the Kingdom safe. Whether it was refugees fleeing the fall of Thouten, course the Luttenrieders were deporting the Afruikans probably.

“Ya Think Nala Nui could beat those guys?” Asked Ensign Lucian Mallster as the Chief Warrant Officer who worked on the signal Array on the night shift could get the lates football match of the Premier League or whatever Anoia had. The CWO Stephano Gabrielo cursed looking at the news, it showed that there had been the umpteenth gangland shooting. Something which the spooks in Nalanui would be noticing. “Well Sir, it seems that my grandfather’s country is tearing at the seams.” Standing in the Cutters CIC at reduced numbers patrolling the border was quiet, to the mixed crew of folks who were doing a contract one could see that things were quiet and as a neutral country position between two countries that were allied in the past it was a tight squeeze and well when your country has a lot of migrants who wanted out of whatever country that was there it tends to fill the military with people who want some kind of recompense for the problems suffered.

Looking at the news Gabrielo frowned. “Its just Ingresso thank God, something which I hope to God can be dealt with.”

“Why do you care about them?” Asked Mallester concerned, when Mallester had visited the Comm technicians church Philip Is birthday had been a day when Special Masses had been held and a old woman had called the towering youth whos portrait sat on the Altar “Re Ciro” and well that had been a day when new sailors and soldiers and aviators were blessed by their community, enlisted and the Officers alike. “The thing is I don’t want that s—t here. Sure we maybe got the odd Familia or Fratelli who helps the cops or some Politician or what have ya but well lots of people don’t want that.”

“I understand completely.” Mallster was one who understood, as well when you are of Archinian stock and you don’t like the odd gang flare up the Imperials don’t get to it cause well you Anglics tend to have issues you need to sort out and people start dying, then the blackjacks move in it tends to be too late. Now it was happening to someone else, people were learning.

TO: The Foreign Ministry of the Republic of Anoia
CC:Holy Nifonese Empire Foreign Ministry, Foreign Ministry of the Federal Republic of Carloso, Foreign Ministry of the Empire of Archinia
FROM: The Foreign Ministry of the Kingdom of Kauwela
SEC: STANDARD MINISTERIAL PRIORITY
SUB: Security Situation

Greetings
We have heard of the situation evolving in your country and we wish it to be known that HM Philip I Heles Government will take all steps to secure the Peace of the Kingdom against these Cartelli threats to state Authority.
- Alexander Taylor, MCD*, HM Foreign Minister

*Member of the Chamber of Delegates

by **Romic** » Sat Mar 14, 2026 7:44 pm

IMPERION COALITION
COALITION SECRETARIAT – OFFICIAL COMMUNIQUÉ

Issued under the authority of the Imperial Marshal
Through the Office of the Foreign Affairs Marshal

Aureth – Coalition Secretariat

Foreign Affairs Marshal
James Hammel
Empire of Romic

The Imperion Coalition has been monitoring with increasing concern the escalating violence surrounding the recent events in the city of Ingresso, within the sovereign territory of the Republic of Anoia.

Reports indicating organized armed clashes, retaliatory killings, attacks on police forces, and the attempted assassination of civilians connected to criminal networks suggest that the situation has begun to move beyond isolated criminal activity and now presents a potential risk to broader regional stability.

The Imperion Coalition does not intervene lightly in sovereign matters. However, the Ingresso corridor represents a major commercial gateway into the Muscgorocian mainland. Continued instability in this region carries implications for international commerce, maritime security, and civilian safety.

Following consultation among the Marshal Council, the Coalition is initiating the following measures.

I — DIPLOMATIC ENGAGEMENT

Under the authority of Foreign Affairs Marshal James Hammel of the Empire of Romic, Imperion is opening immediate diplomatic channels with:

The Government of Anoia
Authorities within Ingresso
Neighboring states potentially affected by cross-border cartel activity

A Coalition Stabilization Envoy has been dispatched with the following objectives:

Establish direct communication with Anoian authorities regarding the internal security situation.
Determine whether the Government of Anoia will request or accept international investigative assistance.
Assess the potential for cartel violence to expand beyond Ingresso.

Imperion recognizes the sovereignty of Anoia. Coalition involvement will occur only through cooperation or formal invitation.

II — COALITION INTELLIGENCE ACTIVATION

The Imperion Intelligence and Analysis Directorate (IDAD) has been placed on active monitoring status regarding the crisis.

IDAD is currently tasked with:

Mapping the operational structures of the Bandiere Rosse cartel and the Corpo Stranieri organization
Assessing corruption or infiltration within local security institutions
Tracking armed mercenary movements within surrounding desert border regions
Monitoring potential external actors exploiting the instability

Coalition financial intelligence units are also examining potential links between the conflict and international narcotics or weapons trafficking networks.

Relevant findings will be shared with Anoian authorities should cooperative investigation occur.

III — SECURITY ADVISORY AND TRADE ROUTE MONITORING

Given the strategic nature of the Ingresso corridor, Imperion has issued a Coalition Maritime and Commercial Security Advisory.

The advisory includes:

Notification to international shipping and logistics operators
Monitoring of trade flows through the Ingresso gateway
Coordination with coalition partner states to track cartel financial activity

At this time, no trade restrictions or blockades are being imposed.

IV — CONTINGENCY STABILIZATION MEASURES

Should the Government of Anoia request assistance, or should cartel violence threaten international transit corridors, Imperion has prepared a limited stabilization framework.

International Investigation Task Group

A multinational investigative body supporting Anoian authorities in dismantling cartel leadership structures.

Coalition Cyber and Financial Disruption Unit

Focused on:

Cartel financial networks
Encrypted communications infrastructure
Illicit international banking channels

Security Advisory Teams

Non-combat advisory units assisting Anoian security forces in:

Organized crime intelligence
Counter-insurgency policing
Protection of civilian infrastructure

Imperion has no intention of deploying combat forces unless regional stability becomes directly threatened.

STATEMENT FROM THE FOREIGN AFFAIRS MARSHAL

James Hammel
Empire of Romic

"The Imperion Coalition exists to prevent instability from metastasizing into international crisis.

What is unfolding in Ingresso appears at present to be a criminal conflict. Our goal is to ensure that it remains exactly that, and does not escalate into something far more dangerous for the region.

Imperion stands ready to support the authorities of Anoia in restoring order, protecting civilians, and ensuring that international commerce through Ingresso remains secure."

IMPERION COALITION

For Stability. For Continuity.

Office of the Imperial Marshal
Coalition Secretariat – Aureth

by **Zarnicovia nova** » Tue Mar 17, 2026 9:05 am

Official Letter from the Office of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Abrahamic Republic of Zarnicovia Nova.
Federal Capital District, Utah, 54321, Zaricoa.
Hossaini Avenue, Ministry of Foreign Affairs , 29, PO 01.

The Abrahamic Republic of Zarnicovia Nova has observed with increasing concern, a rise in violence within the Republic of Anoia. A recent outbreak of violence within the city of Ingresso has the particular concern of Zarnicovia Nova. The establishment and entrenchment of gangs threatens the stability of Muscgorocia and the peddling of drugs threatens the safety and security of the Abrahamic Republic of Zarnicovia Nova. Due to this the Prime Minister and President of the Abrahamic Republic and signed the following Executive Order:

Executive Order 4986
By authorization of President Kendra Williams and Prime Minister Alexander Nowak
Low Level Classification

I. Orders for the Ministry of Foreign Affairs
Empowering and tasking the Ministry of Foreign Affairs Foreign Expert Committee on the Republic of Anoia
The Ministry of Foreign Affairs shall open diplomatic channels and negotiations with all relevant parties in and outside of Anoia that is and may be intervening in Anoia, or has significant trade relations with the Republic of Anoia, or has significant interest in the stability of the Republic of Anoia and trade going through Ingresso, or allied and partner nations of Zarnicovia Nova
The objective of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs shall be to gather information regarding the interests, status, and capabilities of the Republic of Anoia and to assess other interests in the situation in Ingresso
In accordance to the 1989 Oversight and Transparency Act, the Foreign Ministry must give relevant reports to both the Executive Branch and to the relevant parts of the Legislative Branch.
II. Orders for the National Intelligence Agency
The National Intelligence Agency shall be empowered to gather greater information on actors within Ingresso
The National Intelligence Agency shall investigate and assess the Bandiere Rosse Cartel and the Corpo Stranieri Organization
The National Intelligence Agency shall investigate and assess the corruption, professionalism, and capabilities of Anoia security forces.
The National Intelligence Agency shall investigate and assess the possibility of other actors within Ingresso
In accordance to the 1989 Oversight and Transparency Act, the National Intelligence Agency must give relevant reports to both the Executive Branch and to the relevant parts of the Legislative Branch
In accordance to National Security Standards, the National Intelligence Agency must use appropriate measures to ensure the proper secrecy of document and signals related to the intelligence gather related to the instability in Ingresso.
III. Orders for the Ministry of Justice Affairs
Empowers the Ministry of Justice Affairs to begin investigations into any individual or group which threatens the security and prosperity of Zarnicovia Nova or breaks international law
Empowers the Federal Police's Foreign Law Enforcement to prepare for law enforcement operations in Ingresso.
Empowers the Federal Police and the Ministry of Justice Affairs to reach out and organization with allied and partner nations in preparation for law enforcement action in Ingresso.
Orders for the Ministry of Commerce Affairs
Empowers the Ministry of Commerce Affairs to advise Zarnicovian Novan companies and organization and other foreign partners on the situation in Anoia
Orders the Ministry of Commerce Affairs to monitor the situation in Ingresso.

Minister John Stratsford
Ministry of Foreign Affairs
Abrahamic Republic of Zarnicovia Nova

by **New Aeyariss** » Wed Mar 18, 2026 10:13 am

Deep beneath layers of rocks and stone, inside an ancient cavern, laid the headquarters of the Bandiere Rosse cartel - the mountain fortress of Corta Nuova. The fotress stretched on several levels, illuminated by electricity generated by mountain stream-powered turbines. Armed men clad in military uniforms ran across all levels, moving weapons and drugs into the storage level.

At the mid-level laid a massive room, with pale walls and a table in the middle. In front of the table stood several men. First was Claudio. To his right, stood a tall giant of a man; evenly cut brown hair covered by a cap in multicam camo. From underneath emerged large eyes, wide nose and thin mouth, mixed with brush-like moustache underneath the nose. This was Fabio Puzzo, the Capo Bastone of the Bandiere Rosse.

To his left stood a much shorter man, his yellow-colored skin deeply contrasting with pale of the other men. He was much shorter, but with well toned muscules; long raven-colored hair that reached to his shoulders; his face with extended cheekbones, small eyes and wide mouth. This was Kang Quan, former Wenchuani colonel hired by his father to train his men.

"I am glad that I got to see you again!" Fabio smiled as he addressed Claudio "I thought you left that life for good."

Claudio sighed.

"Elita is dead." he said in grim, monotone voice "Doctors say that Tussio will come out of it alive but he will never be able to walk on his own."

Fabio lowered his face.

"I am sorry to hear that boss." He shrugged "I do not mean to offend my boss, but my boss knew that this was going to happen. Those Cropo bastards were never going to let the wolf's children live so that they could avenge their father."

"I was a fool..." Claudio sighed in his head, before turning to his new underling.

"No, I know you are right." he sighed again "I was a fool to think I can leave this life. And now my children paid the price."

He closed his eyes;

"All that is left for me... is to take revenge."

"And we shall help you, boss!" Kang entered the conversation "I take that Boss wants to hit those Corpo bastards hard?"

"Not just hit." Claudio spoke "Exterminate. Them and their entire families. Even the extended ones and their pets."

"Boss." Mario spoke "I know we need to reataliate but what about the Cartel's future? If we escalate too far, it is bound to attract attention."

"Let them." Claudio said angirly "Let them all come. The Corpo. The police. Everyone. I will make them feel the same pain they made me feel!"

"Boss, I understand you are in grief, but our organistion is at stake." Fabio countered "We are a cartel. Our goal is to earn income."

"And do you think that we will earn any income if opposing cartels sense weakness?" Claudio gnarled.

"No boss bu..."

"ENOUGH!" Claudio roared as a lion poked by a spear "YOU WERE THE ONES WHO CHOSE ME TO BE THE BOSS! NOW DO WHAT I SAY!"

Fabio lowered his head "As you wish."

*** Later

The operation was prepared. First to pay for the events would be the city of Sequiona. A large port town, it was fully under Corpo controll, which made it a perfect target to make an example of in Bandiere Rosse's new quest for venegance.

At night, 35km away, in Bandiere Rosse territory, multiple pickups were seen moving. The Pickups belonged to the Le Vespe Group; an elite unit specialising in indirect strikes with drones and rockets. The members of the group moved at pre-staged firing positions. Once in there, the members of the group prepared their tools - over 120 Narco-rockets made in various garrages. They aimed, primed and launched them.

Like fiery lances, 120 rockets were launched at Sequiona. Those were simple constructions - inacurate, but when aimed at a large urban zone, they were bound to hit something. With whizzing noise they approached the town, heading towards the sleeping population below.

Bandiere Rosse's Retaliation has started.

ORBAT:

Le Vespe:
- Missle Group (80 men)
- Missle Group (80 men)
- 120 Grad equivalents launched.

by **Romic** » Wed Mar 18, 2026 1:23 pm

Empire of Romic - Maritime Observation
Off the coast of Anonia, Ingresso

The ship did not broadcast a name.
It transmitted a registry—valid, traceable, and unremarkable—but nothing that tied it to a nation, a fleet, or any purpose beyond civilian survey work. To the traffic moving in and out of Ingresso, it was background noise. Another hull in the water. Another signal lost in the clutter. It held position just beyond the outer shipping lanes—close enough to observe, far enough to avoid attention. Inside, the situation was no longer ambiguous.

“Rocket launches confirmed.”

The voice carried no urgency. Just confirmation.

On the central display, arcs appeared across the inland terrain—origin points mapped from heat signatures and trajectory modeling. Dozens. Then more. Beneath them, a second layer populated: cartel structure overlays, command nodes, logistics corridors, and communications relays. This was no longer a criminal conflict. It was a battlespace.

At the center of the operations deck, a man stood with his hands resting lightly against the console.
“Update.”
“Bandiere Rosse restructuring confirmed,” an analyst replied. “Leadership consolidated under Claudio Martinell. External military advisor active. Drone and indirect fire units operational.” A brief pause.
“Corpo Stranieri remains decentralized but aggressive. No degradation in operational capability.”The man nodded once.

Fragmentation had not occurred. Something much worse had... Reorganization under pressure.

Ingresso remained at the center of the display, a port now operating under degraded state authority and contested by paramilitary actors. Trade still moved. But now it moved through uncertainty—through actors who answered to no state.
“Police capability?”
“Insufficient,” came the reply. “Previous engagement resulted in operational failure. Command cohesion unreliable.”

Expected. The state had already shown its limits. Which meant the system would not correct itself.

A new marker appeared on the screen.

MARTINELL, CLAUDIO
Status: Active
Condition: Compromised
Influence: Centralizing

The man studied it for a moment longer than the others.
“Explain the deviation.”
“Subject attempted disengagement,” the analyst said. “Re-entered following targeted attack on family. Motivation shift. Increased probability of escalation over stabilization.”
Silence followed. Emotion didn’t matter. The motivation did.

“If he stabilizes the network,” the analyst continued, “we regain order.”
“And if he doesn’t?”
A beat. “The structure fractures. Competing cells. Exponential violence.”

Which meant:
- No predictability.
- No containment.
- No corridor.

The man exhaled slowly. “Reclassify the environment.” then took a breath “From monitored instability… to contested control.”

The room didn’t grow louder. It grew sharper. Information filtering narrowed. Communications were no longer just intercepted, they were prioritized, segmented, redirected. Financial tracking shifted from mapping to identifying pressure points.

“Begin selective pressure.” Not disruption he thought. Not yet. Pressure.

Below deck, the shift was immediate. No alarms. No orders. Just movement. A dormant screen refreshed. Targeting overlays appeared; clean, minimal, final.

- Leadership nodes.
- Secondary command.
- Infrastructure dependencies.

Not target possibilities. A sequence.

“Trigger condition?” asked one of the men.

“Loss of port functionality,” the older one replied. “Or expansion beyond current containment.” Binary and final he thought, just like all the other missions.

Above them, the system continued to evolve. Cartel communications shifted. Police response degraded further. Rocket teams repositioned. Drone units activated. This was no longer hierarchy. It was an adaptive network. And adaptive networks either stabilized. Or they were removed.

The man on the operations deck watched as the model updated again. Claudio remained at the center. Not stable. But holding, for now.

“Maintain observation.”

A pause.

“Prepare intervention thresholds.”

Out on the water, the unmarked vessel held steady. Cargo ships passed within visual range. None slowed. None altered course. None noticed.
And yet, just beyond their awareness The outcome of Ingresso was no longer being decided solely on land. It was being measured. Refined. And, if necessary. It would be decided.

by **Lystra** » Wed Mar 18, 2026 2:38 pm

—The Palace of the Chosen, Bethsaida, Holy Christian Empire of Lystra—
The Court and Throne Room of the Emperor Balthazar III

There was a certain aesthetic to the Imperial Palace that always caught his eye, making his way into the great throne room of the Holy Christian Empire. It was designed like a temple, with a brazen sea in front of an eternal flame that was always tended to by the flame-bearers. Large granite pillars held up the arched, vaulted ceiling – frescoes painted on the panels in relief. Torches of a medieval variety were lit in sconces along the onyx walls, casting faint light that was supplemented by a stained-glass skylight above, pouring sunshine down into the throne room. The throne itself sat upon a raised dais, the golden trim and velvet plush cushioning rich in its amaranthine tones. The motif of the throne room was likened to something out of Scripture, like what Solomon’s Temple may have looked like in the flesh. But there was a heavy pall in the air this day, robbing the room of its natural ambient charm. The heavy air was thick with intrigue and desolation, a sure sign that something incorrigible had happened in the realm, perhaps, or some distant trouble. You could feel it all in the air.

Callum Danielson, one of the Emperor of the Holy Christian Empire of Lystra’s chief advisors and servants, had been summoned late at night to the Emperor’s throne room for a consultation regarding, quote, ‘a matter of grave interest to the Holy Christian Empire,’ unquote. Whatever that meant, Callum could not say, except that the urgency of the tone in the missive brought to him by Imperial courier was being repeated in the ambiance of the throne room. As he walked through the open doorways, marveling as per usual at the heavy granite doors that were carved with a Cross, he felt the tone in the air shift almost immediately. The heaviness was palpable, as was the posture of the Emperor, Balthazar the Third. From afar, he could see the Emperor pacing around his throne, hands on his hips, his head bowed in supplication before the Lord of Hosts. Balthazar was a proud man of faith, and often took to prayer to seek advice from the God of his fathers for advice. Callum, a man of faith himself, could appreciate those supplications to God. Tonight, his faith was shaken.

The Emperor looked troubled, his facial features pinched in such a way as to reflect a certain disbelief that a particular situation had gotten so bad. Callum had never seen Balthazar look so distressed before, not even when his daughter by Empress Rei had taken ill and turned for the worst several seasons ago. Usually, the Emperor would be seen in prayer about a problematic situation, his expression cool and calming. Not this day, however; the Emperor was fully entrenched in his distress, pacing back and forth in front of his throne, granted of God to him and his family. Balthazar would readily offer the shirt off his back to another if it meant doing the Lord’s will; he was a believer, committed to the acts of generosity and kindness. Whatever had him upset was upsetting Callum, his chief counselor and the armor bearer of the Imperial Court. It had been so long since the Emperor had even faced a major crisis on the homefront that Callum had forgotten what a distressed man looked like. He cautiously approached the Emperor, not wanting to give him a startle or fright.

As Callum neared the throne itself, he could hear the pacing steps of the Emperor clank off the marble flooring, the clapping noise the only sound in the vaulted throne room. Balthazar was wearing his royal raiment for some reason. Usually when the Court was not in session, he would wear a business suit and lapel on his collar, dressing like any over state sovereign would in the modern era. Tonight however, he had put on his royal cloak and his fine vestments, the apparel too magnificent to describe with any sense of accuracy. He cut a strong, imposing visage in the throne room, even as his countenance fell by the wayside. Whatever had the Emperor troubled, it was obvious that it was a matter of grave concern. Callum approached slowly, recognizing that the Emperor had at last taken notice of him sneaking up so as to not draw concern. It was readily apparent that the Emperor was ready to spill the contents of his heart out upon Callum, who stood at attention dutifully and saluted the Emperor. Balthazar acknowledge the salute, turned towards him, and started in.

“Armorbearer, thank you for coming,” the Emperor noted, completing his turn towards Callum and walking over to him. He put his hand on the young man’s shoulder, smiling weakly at him. “I’m glad you’re here, we have important news to discuss on the Anoia crisis.”

“The Anoia crisis, sire?” Callum was confused, uncertain. He knew that gang-related violence in the troubled nation was on the rise, but he was a bit mystified at how that problem, so far away in Muscgorocia affected the Holy Christian Empire. “What of it, sire?”

”I had a dream this evening, a vision from the Lord,” Balthazar said, straight laced without a hint of irony or deception in his voice. The King of Kings spoke to me in the dream, saying that I was to lead an international delegation of peacekeepers to Anoia and bring an end to the violence that was plaguing their city streets.”

Callum looked incredulously at the Emperor, unsure if this was a bout of delirium or a true miracle of God. “Sire, what place is it of the Holy Christian Empire to intervene in a conflict halfway around the world? We would be opening ourselves up to incredible tension in the country, if not direct fire from the parties involved.”

”I cannot dispute what the Lord has given me,” the Emperor said forcefully, giving a stern look to his counsel. “God Himself told me to lead a force to Anoia and save the people there from further distress. I must obey my God, even if it seems counterproductive.”

Callum shook his head bravely, defying the Emperor. “Sire, if I may; there are powerful nations far closer to the conflict that could intervene on the behalf of Anoia. Why must Lystra bear the brunt of the burden to ending a standoff that is resulting in mass bloodshed?”

”Because we are Christians, we must be Christlike,” the Emperor said directly, patting him on the shoulder. “Even if that means laying down Lystran lives for the sake of others. We do it because we can and we should, Callum. Not because of showiness or pride.”

”What counsel do you have need of from me then, sire?” Callum was unclear as to why he had been called to the chambers of the Emperor, seeing as how the Emperor was clearly of sound mind and had already made up his decision to send peacekeepers.”

”Callum, my friend, I want you to lead the expedition,” Balthazar said finally, taking his hand off his shoulder and reaching down into his hip pocket, producing a scroll bound by golden handles. He handed it over to Danielson, saying: “This is my letter of introduction for you. I have recommissioned you as a Knight of the Realm.”

The counsel looked absolutely flabbergasted. “Sire, I am not worthy of such an honor! Surely there must be someone in the army better equipped to lead than I?”

”It is you, Callum,” the Emperor said finally. “I want someone I can trust leading the charge in Anoia, and you fit the bill. Your military experience is nonpareil, and I could think of no one more deserving in my Court to have this honor.”

Callum was still uncertain about everything, but the pure honor of commanding a peacekeeping mission in Anoia was too great to contemplate. All he could do is utter profuse praise to the Emperor. “Live forever in Christ, my Emperor! Thank you! Thank you!”

”Don’t thank me just yet,” Balthazar replied, “the journey ahead may be a tough road to hoe. But it’s God’s road, and that shall be sufficient for us. Now, I want you to head to Bastion and meet with General Ezekiel; he’ll be your second in command. I want the two of you to draft a course of action so that I may verify it into canon law. In the mean time, I will order the Parliament to draft a resolution promoting this action and have our military begin stocking stores of materiel for the trip across the oceans.”

”Yes, my Emperor,” Callum said at the last. “For the glory of Christ the Lord!”

”For the glory of Christ the Lord,” Balthazar repeated. “Amen, and Amen.”

TO the nations of Kali Yuga, peace be upon you.

I, the sovereign of the Holy Christian Empire of Lystra, Balthazar III, do hereby proclaim that the military forces of the Holy Christian Empire shall lead an international peacekeeping mission to the troubled nation of Anoia in Muscgorocia. The people of Anoia have been unfairly pressed into a war between cartels and gangs that are looking to shed the blood of their enemies at the expense of the civilian population. This tenet cannot hold fast in a noble age when the hearts of men are turned to a great and merciful God. It is the Lord who compels us to act on behalf of the people of Anoia now, just as it is at the bequest of the Lord that we invite other nations of Kali Yuga to join us in the peacekeeping effort. With God’s help, we will root out and end the sectarian violence between the cartels and gangs. We call upon all nations of Kali Yuga to join us in this mission of peace, that we may stabilize a troubled spot in our region and begin to reap the rewards of security in Muscgorocia. I pray for the hearts of men to be uplifted in this, the hour of Anoia’s need. Glory to God in the Highest!

WITNESS my hand and seal this day. Glory to God!

by **New Aeyariss** » Sun Mar 29, 2026 12:56 pm

MINISTRY OF FOREIGN AFFAIRS OF THE EMPIRE OF GREATER NIFON

"OVER NIFON - ONLY HEAVEN!"

ATTN: Other nations
SUBJECT: RE: The Situation in Ingresso
ENCRYPTION: TOP SECRET

Your Excellencies

The government of the Empire of Greater Nifon wishes to communicate the following to it's Imperion Partners and other nations in the region; that the Holy Nifonese Empire wishes to advise all nations caution in regards to the situation in Ingresso. Frstly, the Holy Nifonese Empire views the Musgorican drug cartels as a major threat to it's global interests and wishes for their eradication.

The Holy Nifonese Empire wishes to announce that any potential activity in that area may be seen as infringing on security of the Carlosian state, which is a parnter-state of the Holy Nifonese Empire; And that the Holy Nifoense Empire perfectly understand why the Carlosian state would see such moves as a threat. As such, the Holy Nifonese Empire implores it's partners in Imperion and other nations to open dialogue with the Carlosian state in regards to this situation, and avoid any measures that Musgorican powers may see as escalatory or provocative. We also offer our government's support in organising future talks between the Musgorican powers and concerned nations.

The Holy Nifonese Empire does not see that area as crucial to the strategic Nifonese interests, and due to our commitments elsewhere can not, at this point, offer wider involvement. However, as the Holy Empire is an Imperion member, it will offer 200 trained doctors and 500 tons of medical supplies to support any Imperion effort.

Arigatou Gozaimasu!

- Tokugawa Asuka, Minister of External Affairs of the Empire of Greater Nifon.

by **Neuteutonnia** » Tue Mar 31, 2026 7:01 pm

Subject: Regarding Evacuation Corridors
Recipient: The State of Anoia Government
Encryption: Public (Level 1)

Esteemed government of State of Anoia,
We are worried regarding the development of the situation in Anoia.
Following reports of intensified organized crime activity, the Neuteutonnian government would now request for authorization of Neuteutonnian presence on Anoian land to evacuate Neuteutonnian abroad population. The government of Anoia is to expected to reply to this message and give a public statement that authorizes the presence of Neuteutonnian forces on Anoian soil. In return, Neuteutonnia would help modernize and support the STA.

With Regards,
The Chancellor of the New Republic (COTNR)
Marius Schwantaler

by **Annoia** » Thu Apr 02, 2026 2:31 am

"This is outrageous!"

Fosco slammed the ultimatum at the table, the wood giving a loud thud as papers on his desk from nights of work scrambled off. "That peace-loving prick dare to attempt a "peaceful liberation"(with a mocking emphasis on this one) on Anoian lands? No!" Fosco yelled, his secretary a mere bystander shocked by the outrage of his national leader. Fosco took a deep breath, looking at his secretary. "Is there going to be Neuteutonnian News Network media in the press conference today?" asked Fosco.

His secretary stood frozen near the doorway, clutching a folder to her chest. She had seen him angry before—cabinet disputes, economic setbacks, even the occasional diplomatic slight—but this was different. This was personal. She only gave a nod.

"Good. Prepare the podium for press correspondence,"

It is really crowded in the international press correspondence at the Castiglio Palazzo. Reporters from many news office across the world sat quietly as they waited for Fosco's appearance. One of them is Theresia Schmitt from Neuteutonnia News Network (NNN). As Fosco appeared through the doorway in the podium, the journalists applauded. Fosco opened his arms, nearing his mouth on the microphone. "All people here, we may start the press correspondence,"

What at first turned to be a stilling silence turned into chaos all of a sudden. Seats are emptied by eager journalists looking for truth. A cacophony of "sir, sir, sir, sir," filled the air. Fosco himself is confused on how to handle such chaos. Theresia attempted to push aside the crowd, getting her some "Hey!" from the fellow journalists. Then, in a split second she managed to get her hand out from the sea of people and pointed the microphone at Laurentino Fosco. "General Fosco. What would be Anoian response to the recent ultimatum of the New Republic of Neuteutonnia?"

Fosco immediately shifted from a tired to an angry expression. "It is outrageous!" yelled Fosco. "Get these journalists out of my face! Give me some breathing room!"
The black-helmeted Palazzo guards immediately pushed the journalists backward, allowing Fosco to continue his condemnation on the ultimatum. "For years. Ever since their independence, the State of Anoia always recognize the New Republic of Neuteutonnia as a soon emerging imperialist power. And looks like, the lion has taken off his mask! This...thing called "New Republic" is just an old face of the ever-cruel Teutonnium Order! Have you-all journalists and the international citizen watching or reading- ever realized, how empires never change? I...General Fosco always know that New Republic of Neuteutonnia is beginning his rearmament! Look at their new Peacekeeper-class (Invincible-class light carrier equivalent) aircraft carrier! Look at their new Javelin MRBM! Do you think those equipments spoke peace and neutrality? Do all international citizens have lost their mind and called the New Republic a peace-loving nation? We all shall prevent this...damnation from gaining a foothold in Anoia. Or it would be the start of the foothold of a new empire in mainland Muscgorocia! Thus, to maintain order in Muscgorocia; I, Supreme General Laurentino Fosco, Supreme Leader of State of Anoia- would like to formally issue an evocation of the Neuteutonnian embassy from the land of Anoia!

Do you all seriously want Muscgorocia to be the new Afruika? Then help Anoia deter this nation!"

Although the journalists kept on throwing questions at Fosco, he retreated behind the doorway again. A few journalists attempted a daring maneuver to step over the podium before being shoved away by the black-helmeted guards.

by **Annoia** » Thu Apr 02, 2026 6:23 am

Sequinoa, Southern Anoia

Sequoina is a densely-populated city albeit the lack of the infrastructure supporting the massive population growth of the city. And as a result? Sequoina developed multiple ghetto regions which paved way for cartels and regional criminal organizations. Perhaps, one of them is Giannetto's Corpo Stranieri; a transition from a "foreign legion" of immigrants running operations in Sequoina.

It all happened three weeks before the press conference. Three weeks before Neuteutonnian demand for evacuation. In a beautiful, March night,

That is a fateful March night; when Giannetto relaxed by the balcony of his apartment. "Darling, what happened?"
A fairly-skinned woman in a red silk dress approached Giannetto. His mistress, Tecla Zeoli.

"I'm still paranoid about the goddamn hunters," Giannetto said. "What if the military police decided to abandon us and now serve those commies?"
Tecla put her palm on his chest. "Darling~ don't worry. We'll crush them Ingressoan communists before-"

Giannetto looked at the skies. Orange flames painting the skies like stars who should never fell. It felt like the skies all fell at once. One got bigger, bigger,
Bigger,

"GET DOWN!" Giannetto pushed Tecla from the balcony inside the room along with himself, as the missile struck the floor above their room. A faint sound of "brrrt" echoes as bullets flew up to the skies in a desperate song to end the night. 120 missiles, all destroying a beautiful night,

More thuds rang as the steel pipes found their mark. One destroyed the police station near their apartment; one found her mark on a local gas station; bringing a fierce fireball up in its wake; one found a mark in the STA headquarters at Sequinoa; one found a mark at the local supermarket; and the rest scattering across the cities- destroying everything it can hit.

Giannetto woke up, looking at the licking fires everywhere across the dense cities. Ambulance rung; emergency lines are busy, then he glanced from his once-pristine dusty silk shirt into the room above him: once a room vibrant with an elderly couple- now nothing but a hole in flame

A news van rushed in. The smell of smoke and flames filled the scene.

"Alright, get the camera down!"
said the crew leader, Manuel Meidner. "Alright; hold on...hold on..."

The camera is now set up. A lady with a hurrily-done makeup descended from the van with a beautiful black dress and a microphone.

"Good evening, everyone. This is Merle Edelstein reporting for Neuteutonnia News Network. Right now, I'm at Sequinoa and we are now looking at the aftermath of missile strikes- recent missile strikes- from an unknown position. We have received reports from the STA authority that they are triangulating the shooter's position. There has been confirmation that the military police precinct in the area has been struck- but fortunately casualties are minimal as most of the precinct are out commencing patrols in the highway.

There has been reports of about more than 900 casualties in Sequinoa; and the number keeps increasing as firefighters continue to uncover the buildings and rubbles.

Until now, Neuteutonnian News Network will continue monitoring the development,"

STA Headquarters, Sequinoa

"Aghhh!"
"Help me!"

He felt his gloved hands. He felt his body. He felt his ringing ears. He looked around. A missile just struck the fuel dump right when he was nearby; looking around the base. He looked at his nametag: Lieutenant Colonel Manetto Colona. He stood up now, looking as the soldiers attempt to pull out their comrades from rubbles.

His legs wobbled, as he must lean on a GAZ to support him. Now he looked at the once-comfortable wooden house in the middle of the headquarters: his quarters.

He reached for the door; opening it as he grabbed the telephone. He spun the circular dial, reaching for the border post.

"This is Ingresso-Sequinoa Border Post. What is it, HQ?"

Colona coughed. "I need you to dispatch your military police's forensics team to locate the goddamn artilleries! Tell me their coordinates so I can call for a goddamn counterfire!"

He coughed again. "Affirmative, HQ. Over and out,"

Colona sat on the bed now. "Motherfucker. Who the hell did this?"

by **New Aeyariss** » Thu Apr 02, 2026 6:49 am

MINISTRY OF FOREIGN AFFAIRS OF THE EMPIRE OF GREATER NIFON

"OVER NIFON - ONLY HEAVEN!"

ATTN: Fellow Allies of the Imperion Coalition
SUBJECT: RE: The Situation in Ingresso
ENCRYPTION: TOP SECRET

Your Excellencies

The government of the Holy Nifonese Empire wishes to communicate the following to it's Imperion Partners: that the Holy Nifonese Empre is aware of the recent proposal concerning Imperion deployment in Anoia.

The Holy Nifonese Empire suggests it's member nations to reject this proposal, viewing it as an attempt of an unstable, rouge government to drag us into securing it's existence. While it is true that Anoia does posess vast resource reserves, the government is barely able to control majority of it's territory, which is overran by violent assymetric actors; and as such, any meaningful operation of those resource sites wil be impossible.

Additionally, any Imperion deployment in the area will be bound to be met with hostility with other Musgorican powers.

Calculating benefits and losses, the Holy Nifonese Empire encourages our imperion partners to reject the proposal.

Arigatou Gozaimasu!

- Tokugawa Asuka, Minister of External Affairs of the Empire of Greater Nifon.

by **Annoia** » Fri Apr 03, 2026 2:08 am

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—The Palace of the Chosen, Bethsaida, Holy Christian Empire of Lystra—
The Court and Throne Room of the Emperor Balthazar III

There was a certain aesthetic to the Imperial Palace that always caught his eye, making his way into the great throne room of the Holy Christian Empire. It was designed like a temple, with a brazen sea in front of an eternal flame that was always tended to by the flame-bearers. Large granite pillars held up the arched, vaulted ceiling – frescoes painted on the panels in relief. Torches of a medieval variety were lit in sconces along the onyx walls, casting faint light that was supplemented by a stained-glass skylight above, pouring sunshine down into the throne room. The throne itself sat upon a raised dais, the golden trim and velvet plush cushioning rich in its amaranthine tones. The motif of the throne room was likened to something out of Scripture, like what Solomon’s Temple may have looked like in the flesh. But there was a heavy pall in the air this day, robbing the room of its natural ambient charm. The heavy air was thick with intrigue and desolation, a sure sign that something incorrigible had happened in the realm, perhaps, or some distant trouble. You could feel it all in the air.

Callum Danielson, one of the Emperor of the Holy Christian Empire of Lystra’s chief advisors and servants, had been summoned late at night to the Emperor’s throne room for a consultation regarding, quote, ‘a matter of grave interest to the Holy Christian Empire,’ unquote. Whatever that meant, Callum could not say, except that the urgency of the tone in the missive brought to him by Imperial courier was being repeated in the ambiance of the throne room. As he walked through the open doorways, marveling as per usual at the heavy granite doors that were carved with a Cross, he felt the tone in the air shift almost immediately. The heaviness was palpable, as was the posture of the Emperor, Balthazar the Third. From afar, he could see the Emperor pacing around his throne, hands on his hips, his head bowed in supplication before the Lord of Hosts. Balthazar was a proud man of faith, and often took to prayer to seek advice from the God of his fathers for advice. Callum, a man of faith himself, could appreciate those supplications to God. Tonight, his faith was shaken.

The Emperor looked troubled, his facial features pinched in such a way as to reflect a certain disbelief that a particular situation had gotten so bad. Callum had never seen Balthazar look so distressed before, not even when his daughter by Empress Rei had taken ill and turned for the worst several seasons ago. Usually, the Emperor would be seen in prayer about a problematic situation, his expression cool and calming. Not this day, however; the Emperor was fully entrenched in his distress, pacing back and forth in front of his throne, granted of God to him and his family. Balthazar would readily offer the shirt off his back to another if it meant doing the Lord’s will; he was a believer, committed to the acts of generosity and kindness. Whatever had him upset was upsetting Callum, his chief counselor and the armor bearer of the Imperial Court. It had been so long since the Emperor had even faced a major crisis on the homefront that Callum had forgotten what a distressed man looked like. He cautiously approached the Emperor, not wanting to give him a startle or fright.

As Callum neared the throne itself, he could hear the pacing steps of the Emperor clank off the marble flooring, the clapping noise the only sound in the vaulted throne room. Balthazar was wearing his royal raiment for some reason. Usually when the Court was not in session, he would wear a business suit and lapel on his collar, dressing like any over state sovereign would in the modern era. Tonight however, he had put on his royal cloak and his fine vestments, the apparel too magnificent to describe with any sense of accuracy. He cut a strong, imposing visage in the throne room, even as his countenance fell by the wayside. Whatever had the Emperor troubled, it was obvious that it was a matter of grave concern. Callum approached slowly, recognizing that the Emperor had at last taken notice of him sneaking up so as to not draw concern. It was readily apparent that the Emperor was ready to spill the contents of his heart out upon Callum, who stood at attention dutifully and saluted the Emperor. Balthazar acknowledge the salute, turned towards him, and started in.

“Armorbearer, thank you for coming,” the Emperor noted, completing his turn towards Callum and walking over to him. He put his hand on the young man’s shoulder, smiling weakly at him. “I’m glad you’re here, we have important news to discuss on the Anoia crisis.”

“The Anoia crisis, sire?” Callum was confused, uncertain. He knew that gang-related violence in the troubled nation was on the rise, but he was a bit mystified at how that problem, so far away in Muscgorocia affected the Holy Christian Empire. “What of it, sire?”

”I had a dream this evening, a vision from the Lord,” Balthazar said, straight laced without a hint of irony or deception in his voice. The King of Kings spoke to me in the dream, saying that I was to lead an international delegation of peacekeepers to Anoia and bring an end to the violence that was plaguing their city streets.”

Callum looked incredulously at the Emperor, unsure if this was a bout of delirium or a true miracle of God. “Sire, what place is it of the Holy Christian Empire to intervene in a conflict halfway around the world? We would be opening ourselves up to incredible tension in the country, if not direct fire from the parties involved.”

”I cannot dispute what the Lord has given me,” the Emperor said forcefully, giving a stern look to his counsel. “God Himself told me to lead a force to Anoia and save the people there from further distress. I must obey my God, even if it seems counterproductive.”

Callum shook his head bravely, defying the Emperor. “Sire, if I may; there are powerful nations far closer to the conflict that could intervene on the behalf of Anoia. Why must Lystra bear the brunt of the burden to ending a standoff that is resulting in mass bloodshed?”

”Because we are Christians, we must be Christlike,” the Emperor said directly, patting him on the shoulder. “Even if that means laying down Lystran lives for the sake of others. We do it because we can and we should, Callum. Not because of showiness or pride.”

”What counsel do you have need of from me then, sire?” Callum was unclear as to why he had been called to the chambers of the Emperor, seeing as how the Emperor was clearly of sound mind and had already made up his decision to send peacekeepers.”

”Callum, my friend, I want you to lead the expedition,” Balthazar said finally, taking his hand off his shoulder and reaching down into his hip pocket, producing a scroll bound by golden handles. He handed it over to Danielson, saying: “This is my letter of introduction for you. I have recommissioned you as a Knight of the Realm.”

The counsel looked absolutely flabbergasted. “Sire, I am not worthy of such an honor! Surely there must be someone in the army better equipped to lead than I?”

”It is you, Callum,” the Emperor said finally. “I want someone I can trust leading the charge in Anoia, and you fit the bill. Your military experience is nonpareil, and I could think of no one more deserving in my Court to have this honor.”

Callum was still uncertain about everything, but the pure honor of commanding a peacekeeping mission in Anoia was too great to contemplate. All he could do is utter profuse praise to the Emperor. “Live forever in Christ, my Emperor! Thank you! Thank you!”

”Don’t thank me just yet,” Balthazar replied, “the journey ahead may be a tough road to hoe. But it’s God’s road, and that shall be sufficient for us. Now, I want you to head to Bastion and meet with General Ezekiel; he’ll be your second in command. I want the two of you to draft a course of action so that I may verify it into canon law. In the mean time, I will order the Parliament to draft a resolution promoting this action and have our military begin stocking stores of materiel for the trip across the oceans.”

”Yes, my Emperor,” Callum said at the last. “For the glory of Christ the Lord!”

”For the glory of Christ the Lord,” Balthazar repeated. “Amen, and Amen.”

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TO the nations of Kali Yuga, peace be upon you.

I, the sovereign of the Holy Christian Empire of Lystra, Balthazar III, do hereby proclaim that the military forces of the Holy Christian Empire shall lead an international peacekeeping mission to the troubled nation of Anoia in Muscgorocia. The people of Anoia have been unfairly pressed into a war between cartels and gangs that are looking to shed the blood of their enemies at the expense of the civilian population. This tenet cannot hold fast in a noble age when the hearts of men are turned to a great and merciful God. It is the Lord who compels us to act on behalf of the people of Anoia now, just as it is at the bequest of the Lord that we invite other nations of Kali Yuga to join us in the peacekeeping effort. With God’s help, we will root out and end the sectarian violence between the cartels and gangs. We call upon all nations of Kali Yuga to join us in this mission of peace, that we may stabilize a troubled spot in our region and begin to reap the rewards of security in Muscgorocia. I pray for the hearts of men to be uplifted in this, the hour of Anoia’s need. Glory to God in the Highest!

WITNESS my hand and seal this day. Glory to God!

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"Oh my fucking God!"

Fosco yelled at his office. His white hair now a mess; just like his desk full of paperworks. Diplomatic communiques, defense reports, and forensic reports filled his head. It has been a really hectic day for him. "When is it going to be over..."

A slip of paper fell from his desk. "What's this?" He unfolded the paper. "Lystra...oh my God, seriously- another peacekeeping mission?" He grabbed his pipe; laced with methamphetamine. He looked at the content now. "Peacekeeping mission. There has not been a single response from Imperion yet...so I guess Lystra can fend off the Neuteutonnian motherfuckers,"

He grabbed his phone, dialing on his secretary. "Marta. I want you to tell the Office for Foreign Affairs to allow Lystran international peacekeeping forces ground on Anoia,"

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Subject: Authorization of Operations
Recipient:Lystra and the international peacekeeping team
Encryption: Authorized Eyes Only (Level 2)

Esteemed states,
The military state of Anoia has recognized the intent of peacekeeping mission in our area. We're of course worried about the actions of our distant neighbor Neuteutonnia and now would like to formally extend our gratitude for the peacekeeping mission.

The Military State of Anoia would lend three secondary airbases at Ingresso for the peacekeeping operations; along with the headquarters of the STA, Ingresso Batallion.
Regards,
Supreme General Laurentino Fosco, Military State of Anoia.

by **Greater Carloso** » Sat Apr 04, 2026 5:41 pm

Department of External Affairs of the Federal Republic of Carloso
Departament da Relacións Exteriores da la República Federal da Cárloso

Laurentino Fosco, Supreme General of Anoia
Castiglio Palazzo
Castiglio, Anoia

Your Excellency,
The Executive Council of Carloso has observed the recent events in your country following the death of Alberto Martinell with increasing concern, in particular since the act of blatant terrorism which has occurred in Sequinoa. On behalf of President Tobón and the Carlosian people, I extend my condolences to you, the Anoian people and the people of Sequinoa during these difficult times. The Department of External Affairs has issued a warning for all Carlosian citizens advising against non-essential travel to Anoia, and I remain in regular contact with Ambassador Iréne Algarin, who has been keeping me up to date on the situation as it develops.

I am sure you appreciate the sensitive security situation which prevails throuhgout southern Musgorocia. Therefore, we can not tolerate any escalation in criminal activity in your country which would reverse the progress made by Carlosian and allied authorities in combatting the flow of illegal substances and firearms from Anoia into Cispania, Bourgougia and onto Carloso. We therefore offer the expertise of the Carlosian Armed Forces and our national police agency, Garda Nácional, in assisting with your intelligence gathering, law enforcement and counter-terrorism efforts. You will be aware that for some years now, the 5th Corvette Squadron of the Carlosian Navy, in conjunction with relevant assets, has orchestrated a highly successful anti-narcoterrorism campaign against the Anoian cartels in the Novarian Ocean. Should you fail to stabilise this situation in good time, however, or invite in any extra-continental so-called peacekeeping effort which is not placed under the supervision of Carlosian or Musgorocian Community forces, I must make it clear that the Carlosian military and relevant authorities may be comepelled to take unilateral action to resolve this crisis in the interest of both Carlosian and Musgorocian security.

Yours sincerely,
Eidan Détora
Minister of External Affairs

by **Neuteutonnia** » Sat Apr 04, 2026 8:07 pm

April 5th, 2026
16:09 PM
Neuteutonnian Embassy, Castiglio

It has hit the deadline.
It was a cold yet sunny evening in the capital of Anoia, Castiglio.
Papers scattered the floor of the office of the ambassador of Neuteutonnia to Anoia, Klaus von Braun; an old, experienced diplomat with his signature white goatie and square glasses that made him look a bit smarter; combined with his combed white hair. His wrinkled palms reached for the scattered paper. The Anoian official from the Palazzo has notified von Braun regarding the expulsion of Neuteutonnian diplomatic activities; and 5th of April, 2026 is the last day of Neuteutonnian diplomatic activities in the nation.

Von Braun then grabbed his cellphone; and a message popped inside his cellphone. "I'm ready sir," said the message, from the Von Braun's state-assigned driver. He went down from the embassy; looking around before getting into his black sedan. "So...Neuteutonnia finally got their first direct enemy," said Von Braun. The driver gently pressed on the gas pedal; straddling forward. "I am not an intelligence expert; but according to my feelings, I can feel that the Chancellor would intensify intelligence operations in the area," said the driver, while focusing on the road. "You know? As a diplomat...who has been analyzing both Anoian and Neuteutonnian activities, I would dare say that soon a war will brew between Anoia and Neuteutonnia over the "evacuation corridor". I feel that the Chancellor is just baiting Fosco into a casus belli for Neuteutonnian invasion to Anoia,"

The driver chuckled. "No way, Mr. Von Braun. Neuteutonnia is a peace-loving nation; plus I am not sure that Neuteutonnia is strong enough to annex Anoia in a conventional warfare. And it would ultimately degrade Neuteutonnia's reputation as a neutral peace broker, peacekeeper, and all we've got this far if they do invade Anoia,"

Von Braun leaned his head on the window. "Sure we hope,"

Meanwhile,

The Chancellor is resting at his armchair. He looked at the big television reading Anoia's statement. His fists clenched. But he smiled. "Just like what I wanted,"
The Chancellor's Damen, a female "companion" of the president entered his office. A 28-years old, yellow-skinned lady with wolfcut hair, pristine white shirt, and short black skirt. "What are you watching, Chancellor?"

Schwantaler, the Chancellor pointed at the television. "Apparently they refused our request of evacuation corridor," Schwantaler said, before putting his arm down on the chair again. The Chancellor stood up from the chair, looking down at the Damen. "Lady, I think we need to start drafting Operation Disappearing General"

The Damen swallowed her saliva. "Operation Disappearing General?"

"Can you fetch the Supreme Commander of the Verteidigungsheer, Verteidigungsmarine, and Verteidigungsluftmachen; and the Information Services director here?"

The Damen nodded before exiting through the two big-doors. The Chancellor rested back in his armchair. Minutes later, four men entered. They are the Supreme Commander of Verteidigungsheer, Supreme Admiral of Verteidigungsmarine, and Supreme Captain of Verteidigungsluftmachen; along with one dressed in a black suit- the director of Neuteutonnian Information Services.

"So what's the plan?" the Supreme Admiral asked.

An apartment in Castiglio
UNDISCLOSED LOCATION

A man in his 30s with a roughly-shaved beard stood at the balcony; watering his plants. It's when his phone rang. "Hello?" he answered. His name is Iacopone Desiderio, a Lieutenant in the STA; who has been at the same time an NIS opportunistic agent. The person calling him is Falko Schulberg, the liaison of NIS to foreign agents. "This is Neuteutonnian Intelligence Services. Are you ready for a mission?" said Schulberg.

"Depends on the payment," Iacopone leaned on the balcony. "The payment would be 900 million Neuteutonnian Gelds, transferred into your offshore account," said Schulberg. "I'm listening," Iacopone replied.

"Your mission is to map out Anoian anti-air batteries and secondary airbases. Simple enough?" said Schulberg. "I want you to take a photo, or do anything to map the locations of those batteries and airbases; then give the proof to us. We want active ones. Is it doable?" Schulberg continued.

"Very," Iacopone said.

by **Neuteutonnia** » Tue Apr 07, 2026 5:27 pm

That night was dark. No stars were present. The moon closed their eyes to Earth's surface. At the same time, the Chancellor moved.
The government called them the classified "Committee for Anoian Actions" or CA2. Led by the Chancellor, Marius Schwantaler; the Minister of Defense Marian Herrlein; Supreme Commander of Verteidigungsheer Robert Kurrat; the Supreme Admiral of Verteidigungsmarine Erik Schilknecht, Supreme Captain of Verteidigungsluftmachen Sven Herberger; and the Director of Neuteutonnian Information Services Axel Finck. The "Big Six" boarded the Bell 525; colored black to blend in the night skies, and headed out from the Volkshaus. They are heading for Gott, specifically in Mt. Gott Military Complex, a secret command and warplanning complex hidden under the prohibited area of Mt. Gott.

Mt. Gott Military Complex, Gott, Ueber Island
The helicopter touched down at the concrete helipad.
Colonel Franke exited from inside the complex. He saluted at the Chancellor. "Chancellor,"
The Chancellor saluted back. "Colonel Franke,"
He looked around. "Is the Operations Planning chamber ready for usage?"
"Yes, Chancellor," said the Colonel.

The six politicians are then walked through the steel floor of Mt. Gott Complex. Being under Mt. Gott Military Complex- practically unpenetrable by conventional penetration methods- the air turned really cold. The Chancellor wrapped around his coat tighter.

Mt. Gott Military Complex, as reflected by its name is a military complex hidden deep under Mount Gott. Since 1949, Mount Gott has been a "black zone" prohibited to civilian climbings, flight, and any other accesses, giving the nickname "Black Mountain" (due to the nature of the prohibition and the shadow it casted in dawn). Mount Gott Military Complex finished construction in 1953. It is intended as a "fallback" military headquarters in case of the occupation of Hafenstadt. Now, in 2025; Mount Gott Military Complex is the "center of black and clandestine operations"; places where war plans are whispered before they are executed.

The six politicians went to the Operations Planning chamber, a chamber with a long table and an LED screen for presentation. "Please sit down," said the Chancellor. At the order of the Chancellor, the six politicians sat down. The first slide played:

"Good evening, everyone. Our asset at Anoia has managed to reveal the locations of anti-air batteries and active secondary airbases," said the Chancellor. "However. We need to double-verify the information. Thus is why, we're going to deploy our Lufthafen Schwerwerke LS-085M reconaissance aircraft (RC-135 equivalent) for the first time"

Flugfortress Gott, Gott

The Flugfortress is the primary airbase of Hafenstadt Luftmachen Command just 15 kilometers away from Mount Gott. It has most of the aircrafts in Neuteutonnia stored, to serve its purpose of defending the capital of Neuteutonnia: Hafenstadt.

At 03:15 AM, the airbase saw its busiest hours ever since the conclusion of Teutonnium War. Workers scrambled around, preparing the LS-085M aircraft. From the main hangar, a man in his 20s donned his helmet and green jacket: Captain Andre Hagedorn, the pilot of the reconaissance aircraft "Idol's Best Stalker" who just graduated from Neuteutonnian Luftakademie. He walked to the runway where the LS-085M is being fueled.

He climbed into the cockpit. "Checking systems. Systems online,"
A door hinge. A younger man entered: Lieutenant Ralf Wagner, Hagedorn's trusted co-pilot. "The aircraft is ready, ja?" he asked, before sitting beside Hagedorn. "Yes. You know the mission?"

Wagner answered: "Just fly above Anoian waters, ja?"
Hagedorn replied: "Outside Anoian waters- I mean airspace. We don't want to be shot down by the goddamn Anoians!"
Wagner replied: "My bad,"

Hagedorn pushed the throttle forward. "This is Idol's Best Stalker, requesting for take-off," he said to the radio. "This is ATC. Idol's Best Stalker, you are authorized to take off from Runway 2,"

Hagedorn pushed the throttle on a maximum forward; heading out to the north.

by **Neuteutonnia** » Mon Apr 27, 2026 5:30 am

Deep inside the Cervine mountains, laid the HQ of Bandierre Rosse. The HQ was a deep network of caves, naturally formed in the limestone by erosion over time has been transformed using the wealth from the drug trade into a real fortress. It had reinforced concentrate walls, blast doors, and multiple layers upon which activity kept going. Some rooms were so filled with drugs that they resembled large snow piles; on others there were offices, arms depots, training grounds and living quarters. Hydroelectric power plant connected to an underwater river powered everything.

Inside, Claudio sat in front of an old table made out of wooden doors. He looked at the man in front of him, who has been led here with blindfold on his eyes, before it was removed.

“Good evening sir” he said, offering him a glass of Martini “How can I help you?”

The man sitting in front of Claudio is a tall, young man with a fair skin. Aaron Von Weber, from the Neuteutonnian Foreign Ministry. “Allow me to introduce myself,” Aaron sipped the glass of Martini.”I am Aaron Von Weber from the Neuteutonnian Foreign Ministry. I am here on the behalf of Chancellor Marius Schwantaler himself. So, our intelligence agency has predicted there will be a “switch of power” happening soon. And if it does happen, shall Neuteutonnia support you as the new candidate of power in Anoia?”

Claudio looked at him: “That depends on the terms, Signor Von Webber. My goals are to ensure that the bastards from Corpo Straseri pay for targetting my family. A greater amount of power would be certainly welcome in that goal. What are your terms?”

“It is pretty simple, Signor Claudio. I’d need you to run as the next Anoian leader. After the switch-of-power commenced, I’d need Bandiere Rossi to launch an attack against the weakened palace forces; seize the throne. After you’ve seized the throne, you shall finish the rest of the Corpo Stranieri.

As you worked to take over the palace, Neuteutonnian forces will launch a “drug war” against the Corpo Stranieri. Fear not, Bandiere Rossi will be spared in this operation,” said Von Webber.

“It will take me a while to move my men into position” he replied “I will also need a greater amount of armaments than I currently have. Funding too - I intend to hire mercenaries from Wenchuan to ensure everything goes smoothly.”

He paused:

“But it is doable. However my men will require cover from the air.”

“We’ll deal with that,” said Von Webber. “And as for armaments- we’ll provide your troops with necessary amount of KAR-72 assault rifles which will be delivered by our smugglers. We’ll also provide your troops with containerized loitering munitions. We’ll deliver about 250 million NSD to your offshore account,”

“I need greater amount of anti-armor weaponry and FPV drones” Claudio countered “However understaffed the army is, they still have an edge over my men in terms of hardware. If we are to face them, I need to have something that can deal with heavy armor.”

Von Webber grabbed his small pocket notebook. “Got it. I’ll pitch this up to the Chancellor,”
He wrote down with his small black pen on the lined paper.”Anything else?”

“That is all.” Claudio countered and extended his hand. Von Webber grabbed his hand before being escorted out of the compound again.
Co-Written between New Aeyariss and Neuteutonnia

Volkshaus, Hafenstadt

A young, fine man entered the Chancellery office with a paper on a clipboard. "Mr. Schwantaler. This is the report from the discussion with Mr. Claudio of the Bandiere Rossi,"

On the clipboard, a formally-written transcript of the negotiation. He looked at the footnote of the report:

Footnote:
1. Request to provide anti-armor weaponries to Bandiere Rossi,
2. Request to ship FPV drones to Anoia,

The Chancellor looked at the report firmly, before switching his gaze back on the young man. "I'll issue an order to OCI (Ost Civilian Industries) shortly. And I'll need you to relay my order to the smugglers at Mezhdudaronyy," the Chancellor rapidly typed an order on his typewriter, before pulling the paper out, signing the directive, and gave it to the young man.

The young man nodded firmly, putting the directive in a brown envelope before closing it. He then left the office, boarding a bus to Saafhafen Private Airport, which hosts his Ost 442X helicopter bound to Mezhdudaronyy.

The next day,
A convoy of seven 40-foot container trucks straddled the dirt roads of Mezhdudaronyy. One truck carried crates of KAT-4 (one-use antitank rocket launchers) with their ammunitions, one carried crates of anti-tank mines, and one carried KAT-5s (reusable antitank rocket launchers). Two container trucks carried KAR-72 assault rifles, while two others carried B/GV-125U Hedgehogs with their warheads; all hidden among the food and drink crates.

B/GV-125U Hedgehog

Model: B/GV-125U Hedgehog
Role: Unmanned Ground Vehicle (Suicide), Anti-Structure/Anti-Personnel
Specifications
Length: 1.10 m
Width: 0.75 m
Height: 0.45 m
Empty Weight: 95 kg
Powerplant: Lithium Ion (8–10 kWh battery pack)
Speed: 35 km/h (max), 20–25 km/h (off-road)
Payload: 15 kg HE-Frag / 40 kg Thermobaric
Endurance: 2–3 hours active / up to 6 hours standby
Note:
B/GV-125U Hedgehog has a 4-wheeled configuration
B/GV-125U Hedgehog has a modular configuration
The vent is downward-facing, reducing IR signature, using perforated diffuser plate
B/GV-125U Hedgehog uses a rubber track

Old ladies with their starving children looked at the unmarked trucks; driven by the Informationdienst operatives. The operatives did not budge a sight, they drove through to the Bay of Thieves, a designated area settled by smugglers who worked hard just for the lives of their families.

"Halt! Halt!"

The wooden plank post was now in sight of the headlights, as an assault rifleman- a public-appointed guard by the Bay of Thieves smuggling community - stood in the way of the trucks.

"State your business!"

One of the operatives went down. He grabbed a manifesto of his shipment and a small, coded scratch on the lower right corner; the code and the pass for the trucks to pass through. The guard looked up above his bandana, nodding.

The trucks passed through. Not so long after, these cargos found their way heading to Anoian waters.

by **Neuteutonnia** » Mon Apr 27, 2026 6:13 pm

Operation Disappearing General
28th April, 2026
H-1 Day

"Room clear!"

Lio Deichgraber, a captain of Rueckgewinnungskommando (Rk) Squad, "Der Maestro" were commencing combat practices with the rest of the squad.

The Neuteutonnian government has staged a mock-up display of the Palazzo complex under Mt. Gott for Der Maestro to practice on. For weeks- when the negotiation is taking place, when the embassy at Anoia has been kicked out - the commandos have trained. And now, it's H-1. Lio Deichgraber rappeled down from the ceiling into the mock-up of Laurentino Fosco's bedroom. He cleared the corners, the elite guards; while the four held a perimeter at the front door.

Then, they rappeled out.
The Chancellor, watching from a nearby observation room clapped his hands. "Splendid indeed,"
He looked back at Colonel Franke. "It is April 27th, 2026. Day H-1. You know what that means. The operation must commence in rapid sequence at April 28th, 2026. You know the plan: SEAD and all, correct?"

Colonel Franke nodded. "Yes, Chancellor,"

The Chancellor replied, "Good. Then prepare our NCV Independence. I'd want the flotilla to be staged near Ingresso waters and start a SEAD at the region. You know the drill,"

The night, men moved rapidly. Eight Rueckgewinnungskommando operators walked by casually in the busy Militarport Hafenstadt.
"So, it is time; eh?" said Deichgraber. "Yes," said Lt. Bahnsen, the second-in-command. The operators boarded the NCV Independence.

"The tensions between Anoia and Neuteutonnia has been on an all-time high. For the first time, the long-known neutral nation Neuteutonnia poised themselves at an offensive stance. NCV Independence, the flagship and light aircraft carrier of the New Republic of Anoia has been positioned 150 nautical miles away from Anoian EEZ.

Supreme General Laurentino Fosco has condemned this as a "prologue to war".
"The Chancellor, Marius Schwantaler has been conducting an explicit act of war against the Military State of Anoia! Where is the ISAAC? Where are the peacekeepers?! We need your help to fight against these "tyrants" disguising as a neutral tax-haven!"

Anoian Bay
28th April, 2026

"Full speed ahead,"

The bridge aboard N127 Fosco, one of the Kirin-class flagships of the Anoian Navy is at an all-time busy. Captain Fedro Giagonni, the leader of the ship stood at the center of the bridge, yelling at the crews. "We need to make ourselves visible to the goddamn Neuteutonnians!"

The frigate halted 900 meters away from the aircraft carrier. "Contact them. Now!" the captain said. One of the radio operators tinkered with their console. "We're now connected with NCV Independence,"

Fedro moved to the microphone. "This is Captain Fedro Giagonni from the SNA. You're approaching Anoian independent waters! Please turn back!"

The aircraft carrier stopped. The whole fleet stopped. Aboard NCV Independence, Captain Mathias Stengel is listening. He then neared his lips to the microphone. "We're not in Anoian waters yet," he said.
Fedro, from the other side pondered. "Is our shadow fleet ready?" said the captain to his executive officer; Benito Crisco.

"Yes. They are,"

ENGAGEMENT MAP
(As of intel gathering of this phase)

by **New Aeyariss** » Mon Apr 27, 2026 6:47 pm

*** Bandiere Rosse Command Bunker
Claudio sat in front of the table, a cigarette protruding diagonally from his mouth. The thick smoke that came from the cigarette made the dim light of the old lighbulb in his command bunker even dimmer.

In front of him were assembled the Dons of the major cartels operating in Anoia's eastern part. There sat Osvaldo Fanucci, a giant man with bushy hair and even wider eyebrows; next to him, the sleek and slender Lotterio Trevisani, with elonaged square-like face and small eyes. To his left sat elegantly dressed Eulalio Costa, with short, blonde hair and moustache; and finally, the short, fat Eugenio D'Agostino, his head covered by a melon.

"Thank you for coming here, signore." Claudio started "You represent the largest cartels of the Eastern Anoia. The Tresivani New Generation Cartel. Gallo Cartel. Eneide Cartel. Palazzo de Angelo Cartel, and finally, Gili Aculei."

The drug lord stopped for grateater effect.

"I take that all of you have heard my proposal. This is a chance for us to seize power in Anoia for good and get revenge on those who have harmed us." Claudio said, his eyes blistering.

"Claudio..." D'Agostino looked at him from under his hat "I appreciate the gits you gave. The money and the rockets will certainly be put to use by my men. But I came here only to see what madness posessed you. For years we had an agreement that we are buisnessmen, and that our militias are purely for security of the buisness. Starting a major escalation like you did endangers not only your cartel, but us too."

"You forget that it was Corpo Strasseri." Claudio almost hissed when he said the name "Who started this. We are merely extracting justice."

"Since when a theif cares about justice?" Eugenio said, looking disappointed.

"Silence." Lotterio spoke, interrupting the fat man "We may be thieves but we have our own code of honor. I can not blame Signor Claudio for seeking revenge for his children."

Claudio smiled under his nose.

"However." Lotterio continued "Suppose that we do agree. What next. How do you intend to proceed?"

"We will use combined forces of our sigarios to storm the capital." Claudio countered "Then we announce formation of the Narco-Republic of Anoia. We proclaim that due to abuses the common people sustained at hands of the officials, we the cartels have decided to take over and re-establish the order."

"The people may buy this." Osvaldo said "In my muncipality I finance all the hospitals. If I were to declare support, my people would support the new government."

"But the international commuity won't." Costa said.

"This is where Neuteutonia comes in." Claudio smiled "And if it fails us, we can play the game of fence sitting between Carloso and Luttenreid. In the current situation, we can threaten the Carlosian state that if it intervenes, we will let Luttenreid here; and threaten Luttenreid with asking for Carlosian help."

"This does sound satisfactory. But what about the attack."

"I will be leading the attack." Claudio smiled.

"There are 30 000 soldiers in the capital..." D'Agostino said.

"15 000" Fanucci coutered "Poorly trained lambs waiting for the slaughter. My men take on them regularily."

"But even then if we decide to bring up sufficient forces to dislodge them they will know. It will take at least 45 000 men to take the city, and we do not have thsose numbers."

"Not 45 000" a massive grin appeared on Claudio's face "1 500."

The Don looked at him with eyes as wide as saucers.

"I knew this is madness. Excuse me, I will be leaving." D'Agostino stood up and dusted his clothes.

"You forget that those men will be shell-shocked from what Neuteutonia will do to them." Claudio smiled "We will coordinate our attack with the Neuteutonian operation. Neuteutonia will provide us cover from the air. We will not attack from outside; we our cells will be already in the city, preparing to encircle and sever connections between various units the moment when the attack breaks."

Claudio paused:

"Warfare is based off morale. One their morale is broken and they hear our illustrious leader is dead, the army will break. Plus, we will offer all units to join us and receive free pay. Those soldiers were often not paid for months. "

"I am still not convinced." D'Agostino said, as he prepared to leave.

"D'Agostino." Claudio sighed "If you get on board, I will make you my Vice Narcopresident."

D'Agostino turned around.

"This has no value as long as Focci is sitll in power."

"But what can you gain without a risk?" Claudio querried "Maybe I will fail. But if I do't... I will be the most powerful man in Anoia and you would have missed the chance to be my 2nd in command."

Eugenio turned around and looked at Claudio:

"You know." he Paused "You are right. But expect me to pull out the moment things go south."

One by one, other druglords confirmed their participation in the coup. The machine has moved.

*** Castiglio

The moves were made.

The assault force was to consist of Bandiere Rosse's Elite units, Gili Scorpioni and Le Tigri. They were backed by two companies of FPV drone operators each, and by 10 company sized elements made out of forces of other cartels, and a drone group in reserve. A request was made for an Neuteutonian forward air controller to be plaed in each element to coordinate th estrikes.

The infiltration was proceeding smoothly. The cartel forces moved in small elements, down to squad level. Once arriving in AO they dispersed, pretending to be civilians. Claudio has carefully marked asssembly areas and objectives each unit was meant to seize. IEDs were carefully placed in loaned cars, and FPV drones were assembled; it was well known that the Anoian army lacked both drones of their own, as well as even basic countermeasures.

The forces were ready for the attack; all that was needed was a signal.

ORBAT:

Gli Scorpioni : Elite Combat unit directly under the Don's Command. Commanded by Claudio's former right hand man, Mairo Piazza.
- HQ
- Infantry Group
- Infantry Group
- Infantry Group
- Infantry Group
- Weapons Group
- Drone Group
- Logistics Group

Le Tigri Group: Elite combat unit tasked with guarding the Don. Commanded by Bastitta Castlione.
- HQ
- Protection Group
- Portection Group
- Protection Group
- Portection Group
- Drone Group

- Drone Group in reserve:

10x Cartel Task Force:
HQ Cell: 6
Comms Cell: 8
2x EW Cell: 2x8
6x Multipurpose cell: 48 (8 men per cell)
3x Sniper cell: 24 (8 men per cell)
2x IED warfare cell: 16 (per 8 )
4x Drone Warfare cell: 28 ( 7 men per cell)
3x Indirect fire/crew served weapons cell: 24 (per 8 )
2x Internal Security cell: 16 (per 8 )
Information Warfare cell: 8
Medical cell: 8
3x Transport cell: 24
3x Logistics cell: 21 per 7)

by **McNernia** » Tue Apr 28, 2026 5:12 pm

KAUWELAN-ANOIAN BORDER WATERS
HKMS-ALEXANDER
SSK-P/O 79

The Kirin one of the two Anoian big guns close to the coast, well into the straits had seen the RKN scrambling and putting in a request with the Archinian launch company that they had contracted with for the deployment of the satellite and the fact just now through the Kauwelan-Archinian Joint relay she had transmitted the fact the Neutuetonnians had mobilized sortieing their light carrier while the RKNs response was still being fitted out and her air-wing though well trained had just returned from a long ferry flight to Archinia meant that if the surface force was gonna sortie they would need the RKAF to cover. The RKN admiralty tasked the submarine with maintaining position in the strait.

To the captain of HKMS Alexander, one Commander Iosuai Leilania the situation was a definite issue a goddamn war was breaking out. The Anoians were incompetent and now the Prime Minister was letting the Neuteutonians roll in on them, rather than taking them out himself. Shadowing a Kirin frigate when there was a light carrier out there which was a higher picking was something which was a thing that rankled him. But a warrior of the Hele dynasty no matter his race knew his dutty. That Kirin may have to go out and it may attract the neuteutonnians in for the kill.

Stepping through the submarines narrow corridors as he emerged from his cabin the ship stood at readiness as his XO had put the ship at readiness as the telecom had been activated. Men and women of all races were present as they looked to their Captian. He smiled to the men and women taking the intercom into his hands. Pressing the button.

“Attention friends, my dear people. The howle next door have bitten off more than they can chew it seems, the Neuteutonians are moving. We are to maintain alert and be vigilant and await orders, for the motherland may call us to risk ourselves so that the corrupt may not touch the island which we call home.” People nodded. “Maintain discipline, contact your families, we have a job to do.” He put the handset back in the cradle as the chief of the boat returned everyone to duty. Alexander dove beneath the waves heading to the specific coordinates putting her still in Kauwelan waters but opposite the surface ship close to the Anoian coast.
Other ships were moving ,the Border squadron which had backed the

ROYAL KAUWELAN NAVY-BORDER SQUADRON

ROYAL KAUWELAN COAST GUARD-NORTHERN COMMAND 1 DIVISION
2x MSM
2x PCC
6x FRC
2x SAR/Rescue

*Diesel-Electric Submarine, Pelagic or Oceanic Role

Island of Matawketi

[b]GARRISON OF Matakweti[b]

+#+

The Island was one of the more militarized places along the border, as a neutral country the Kingdom of Kauwela had long feared the notion of its neighbor coming in and taking over, people living on the island sometimes were people who were fleeing the chaos of neighoring Anoia, the military regime was recognized, the Defense Force maintained something of a relationship but the recent situation as something was going on at sea was on the island a degree of calm. But tension, reservists were being called up, Gendarme APCs had been seen in the streets, people turned on the News and saw that in Anoia there was extensive social media of strange convoys that were seen on the Kauwelan news. The people were worried and the Kauwelans would watch and wait.

by **Neuteutonnia** » Thu Apr 30, 2026 8:41 pm

28th April, 2026

It is not hard to get OCI container trucks past immigration. A few payrolls in NSD would always suffice to turn the dock officers blind as the night. Four containers carrying 4 high-power heavy jamming quadcopters, and 16 spare high-power broadcasting quadcopters in total would move in under the cover of the night as a "regular" delivery as usual. One mistake Fosco has made perhaps is not closing the dock when the clock of war nearly reached midnight.

And with that, the stage for Operation Disappearing General is set.

OPERATION DISAPPEARING GENERAL
1st Anoian Flotilla, Ingresso
Phase 1: Suppression of Enemy Air Defenses
30th April, 2026; 00:05 AM

The runway is exceptionally busy at that time; as noticed by STA's MK-71M "Shiragiku" MALE drone codenamed "Beta" that has been monitoring the movement of the flotilla for hours. The drone returned the report to Palazzo Compound; which reached the eyes of Supreme General Laurentino Fosco that has been watching the situation with sleepy, stressful eyes.

"Keep Beta and Alpha on continuous rotation," he said, ending it with a cough. "I want eyes 24/7 on that goddamn flotilla," he looked at one of the drone operators.
But perhaps, this will be a mistake done by the Supreme General. To watch; and not to act against this will soon be the worst mistake that the Supreme General make.

"Independence Wing, you're ready to go. General is a go,"
When the codename is readied; everybody on the 1st Anoian Flotilla knew what that means. Their long-awaited operation has now finally came. About 15 MALDs fired off from NCV Kriegsmenschen (Northwestern Frigate), heading for Anoian waters. In the same distance of 900 meters point-blank distance, the north Fedchenkov-class DDG NCV Ritter opened fire with their 127mm naval gun at N127 Fosco. The captain only saw flash of the cannon before the magazine of the ship was shot. The corvette was scuttled, with the crews afloat on the seas.

Meanwhile, the MALDs have passed through their fleet, emitting radar signals of those of J/D-162 Raven STOVL carrierborne fighter jets; determined to expose the anti-air radar. Then, as soon as the anti-air weaponries fired, all 4 frigates fired 56 Tomahawk missiles in total. 5 missiles are aimed for SAM sites across Castiglio, Sequiona, and Ingresso. 31 missiles are aimed for the airbases. And 20 missiles; the remaining of it are aimed for the naval bases.

INDEPENDENCE FIGHTER WING- SORTIE ONE

3x J/D-162 Raven- Air Superiority Squadron (Alpha)
Loadout:
4x AIM-120 AMRAAM
2x AIM-9X Sidewinder

3x J/D-162 Raven- Strike Squadron (Bravo)
Loadout:
2x JDAM
2x AGM-88 HARM
2x AIM-9X Sidewinder

These two squadrons now proceeded to establish a "no-flight" cordon around Ingresso.

by **Annoia** » Thu Apr 30, 2026 11:45 pm

00:06
Palazzo Complex

"General! General!" His vice-leader and son, Lieutenant Supreme General Cirino de Fosco banged the door of Laurentino's bedroom. He opened the door. "General, wake up!" Cirino yelled at his father. His father rubbed his eyes, looking at Cirino. "What the hell happened?"

Cirino straightened up. "Neuteutonnians have launched their strikes," he reported. Fosco's heartbeat dropped. "What? Strikes? Why don't you execute your proper protocols?! Wake up all the general staff personnels!" Fosco yelled at his son. Cirino immediately ran to wake up the other general staff personnels. As Cirino left, Laurentino Fosco would now ring his phone; calling for his Presidential Guards Batallion. Men in black vests, black helmet, and green camouflage with a red armband immediately flooded his bedroom. "Take me and the other General Staff to the Subterranean Complex!"

The guards escorted him outside his house. From an adjacent house; on the second floor balcony; Iacopone Desiderio rubbed his eyes, waking up. As soon as he caught the sight of the Supreme General moving from his central house; he immediately went inside his house again. Looking around- making sure there are no people watching- he reached for his floorboard under his bed: taking out a radio specifically tuned to the frequency where the Neuteutonnian Informationdienst handlers listen to. "This is Sicario. The Supreme General has moved. I repeat. Supreme General has moved to the Subterranean Complex,"

No response. Of course. Then, he put the radio back inside his floorboard as Cirino knocked at his door. He straightened up his sleepwear again. "Lieutenant Supreme General. May I be of assistance?"

Cirino said in an urgent tone: "Get to Subterranean Complex, now. Anoia has been attacked,"
Faking a panic, he scrambled for the Subterranean Complex.

00:30
Inside the Subterranean Complex are the wartime command centre of the Military State of Anoia. Laurentino paced endlessly in the middle of the computers and officers. "Time has struck. They've struck Anoia," said Laurentino. "We need to know what remains in our disposal. Lieutenant Desiderio. Can you reach for the airbases and SAM sites across the country?"

"Trying, Supreme General,"
Desiderio attempt to contact the airbases and SAM sites across the country. Most of the airbases reported full capacity; except those in Ingresso, Sequiona, and Castiglio. "Supreme General. Apparently we lost contact with Ingresso, Sequiona, and Castiglio. Do you want to reroute more aircrafts from other secondary airbases outside?"

"Negative. Do not mobilize any forces yet until we know what are we facing against," the Supreme General ordered. "I'd now declare the chain-of-command. Lieutenant Supreme General Cirino de Fosco. As a Lieutenant Supreme General; you'll be the second-in-command. Anyone else maintains the same responsibility," said Laurentino.

00:40
Castiglio Airbase
"Move! Move!"
Smokes covered the air of the airbases. Pilots scrambled to their surviving aircrafts.

CASTIGLIO AIRBASE
Castiglio Air Base
- 5x J-107M
- 5x G-58F
- 7x KY-41F
- 3x L-5T
- 1x L-31F turned into makeshift gunships.
- 5x MK-71M

"Move! Move! Move!"

Two J-107M fighter jets are readied up: Codename Uno and Due. There are no ATC checks; as this is an emergency scramble. The fighter jets immediately went up to the skies. The other fighter jets that remained on ground went up to the skies in an attempt to relocate to highways and intact secondary airbases across the capital.

Meanwhile, Uno and Due are sent for a recon mission.

CASTIGLIO WING- RECON SORTIE
Uno
4x AIM-120 AMRAAM

Due
4x AIM-120 AMRAAM

01:40

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The RWR beeps as Uno; the front fighter captured the signal of two AIM-120 AMRAAMs. "Chaffs out! Chaffs out!"
Uno immediately executed a 90 degrees climb upwards. "Radar scan! Radar scan!"

The two fighters then scanned for the hostiles, capturing the signature of a J/D-162 Raven fighter jets. "Just one tango?" Due asked, skeptical. Another two AIM-120 AMRAAMs are let off against Uno. "Shit! Turn back! Turn back!"
He let go the chaffs.
However, as Uno executed a rapid turn-back, one missile that managed to burn through hit Uno's tail. "Uno!" Due screamed over the comms. No ejections. Uno has been KIA. "Shit. Shit. Shit."

Due, panicking decided to execute another 180 degrees turn. Meanwhile, the J/D-162 Raven decided to confirm that his mission has been completed and went back to patrol routine- ready for interception.

CASTIGLIO AIRBASE
Castiglio Air Base
- 4x J-107M
- 5x G-58F
- 7x KY-41F
- 3x L-5T
- 1x L-31F turned into makeshift gunships.
- 5x MK-71M

The Ingresso War (MT, IC, ATTN KY, Read Note)

The Ingresso War (MT, IC, ATTN KY, Read Note)

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